Straight Male / 43
Bukkake & Race
So back in college, I heard of a group of guys organizing a bukkake, and wanted to get in on it. They were pretty open to anyone who wanted to participate, they wanted as much cum as they could get on this girl. I hadn't had much sex so I was eager to join and prove my manhood in a sense with a public orgasm on a female face.
I could hardly believe it when I heard from one of the guys involved that this wasn't just talk but was actually happening, and I needed to come to the house it was happening at *now*. Dozens of people were there already, including at least three girls, one sort of gothy and plump who stuck in my mind, perhaps because I occasionally saw her on campus both before and after this. The rest were all guys ranging from the brash and boastful to some quiet thin types like me who were just coming with their dicks but not showing much attitude.
I was excited to do this, but then saw the target and quickly felt weird about it. Because she was a young African-American woman, and everyone else in the room was white, or nearly so (there might have been an asian or hispanic or two, or someone of mixed background, but no other blacks). So I immediately felt like this was a racial thing. I also wondered if it was a class thing; we were from more privileged backgrounds, and maybe this girl was taking money for the session because she needed it badly (we were all asked for a $5 "donation" at the door, whether we spewed or just watched). I wondered if we were participating in some kind of continued abuse of her as a black person.
No one talked about that, and no one said anything racial that I recall. No name calling, certainly no n-word and not even slurs against her like slut or whatever. Someone announced some rules--no name calling, no penetration of her mouth, no taking off of her clothes, no dick slapping, no m****ting the watching girls, and so on. There was some food and a little beer so some people hung back and just chatted and watched while several guys lined up to start the business. The target girl--denise or something like that--occasionally touched their legs or balls to encourage them, and after about 10 minutes or so the cum started flying. She would occasionally stop to towel her eyes but otherwise let it drip all over, there were also a lot of towels on the floor to catch stray cum. She smiled now and then, but a lot of the time I thought she was just neutral, doing a job and patiently waiting it out. Like many of the guys, I was actually spending a lot of time looking at the girls who came to watch, who seemed very curious but not the least bit interested in any participation.
I wasn't sure if I could get it up but watching several guys stroke excitedly and pump onto her face made me realize I could do this too, and so I took my place. When the time came, just one other guy was near here, but nowhere close to cumming, so I could focus on her alone. At least two of the girls including the plump goth and several other guys were watching me, some silently and some verbally encouraging. It felt impossible for a while because I had never done this publicly but then I just imagined like I was watching some bukkake porn and focused on all the cum already on her face, which got me very hard and in a couple minutes I was thinking about nothing but her smooth black cum-covered skin. She never looked at me, well maybe at my cock but not my eyes, while I was staring at her and thinking about adding my cum. She gripped my balls for a minute and then suddenly I was cumming, ejaculating all over her already glistening head. A few spurts and it was over, and she already turned to address the other guy. There I was standing, my hand still on my cock poking out of my unzipped shorts, with several guys and girls watching my nonchalantly, and soon mostly not even looking at me--after all I was just one of so many already doing this, nothing special.
I tucked up and stuck around a little, one trying to ask someone what they thought about denise being black, and one of the girls just said something about "she wants to do it, it's her choice" and dismissing my worries. I wasn't close to anyone at the party then or later, and so almost never talked about it again. I wasn't very good at articulating my thoughts then, but to this day I wonder if I did something wrong that night.
I could hardly believe it when I heard from one of the guys involved that this wasn't just talk but was actually happening, and I needed to come to the house it was happening at *now*. Dozens of people were there already, including at least three girls, one sort of gothy and plump who stuck in my mind, perhaps because I occasionally saw her on campus both before and after this. The rest were all guys ranging from the brash and boastful to some quiet thin types like me who were just coming with their dicks but not showing much attitude.
I was excited to do this, but then saw the target and quickly felt weird about it. Because she was a young African-American woman, and everyone else in the room was white, or nearly so (there might have been an asian or hispanic or two, or someone of mixed background, but no other blacks). So I immediately felt like this was a racial thing. I also wondered if it was a class thing; we were from more privileged backgrounds, and maybe this girl was taking money for the session because she needed it badly (we were all asked for a $5 "donation" at the door, whether we spewed or just watched). I wondered if we were participating in some kind of continued abuse of her as a black person.
No one talked about that, and no one said anything racial that I recall. No name calling, certainly no n-word and not even slurs against her like slut or whatever. Someone announced some rules--no name calling, no penetration of her mouth, no taking off of her clothes, no dick slapping, no m****ting the watching girls, and so on. There was some food and a little beer so some people hung back and just chatted and watched while several guys lined up to start the business. The target girl--denise or something like that--occasionally touched their legs or balls to encourage them, and after about 10 minutes or so the cum started flying. She would occasionally stop to towel her eyes but otherwise let it drip all over, there were also a lot of towels on the floor to catch stray cum. She smiled now and then, but a lot of the time I thought she was just neutral, doing a job and patiently waiting it out. Like many of the guys, I was actually spending a lot of time looking at the girls who came to watch, who seemed very curious but not the least bit interested in any participation.
I wasn't sure if I could get it up but watching several guys stroke excitedly and pump onto her face made me realize I could do this too, and so I took my place. When the time came, just one other guy was near here, but nowhere close to cumming, so I could focus on her alone. At least two of the girls including the plump goth and several other guys were watching me, some silently and some verbally encouraging. It felt impossible for a while because I had never done this publicly but then I just imagined like I was watching some bukkake porn and focused on all the cum already on her face, which got me very hard and in a couple minutes I was thinking about nothing but her smooth black cum-covered skin. She never looked at me, well maybe at my cock but not my eyes, while I was staring at her and thinking about adding my cum. She gripped my balls for a minute and then suddenly I was cumming, ejaculating all over her already glistening head. A few spurts and it was over, and she already turned to address the other guy. There I was standing, my hand still on my cock poking out of my unzipped shorts, with several guys and girls watching my nonchalantly, and soon mostly not even looking at me--after all I was just one of so many already doing this, nothing special.
I tucked up and stuck around a little, one trying to ask someone what they thought about denise being black, and one of the girls just said something about "she wants to do it, it's her choice" and dismissing my worries. I wasn't close to anyone at the party then or later, and so almost never talked about it again. I wasn't very good at articulating my thoughts then, but to this day I wonder if I did something wrong that night.
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