My name is Tom and I’m a 47 year old married guy.

One Friday night I was out in my local town. I’d been drinking with the lads all evening and was blind drunk. It had been a long night and I was ready to get home to bed.

My wife was away for the weekend, so I knew I’d have the house to myself. I’d probably watch some porn and have a good wank — always the perfect end to the night.

Being out in the bars all evening had left me very horny. The place was packed with hot, sexy young women in tight clothes. I felt desperate to get home and shoot my load.

I left the pub, said goodbye to my mates, and staggered off to catch the night bus home. I was hoping I might meet some hot younger lady who’d let me take her home for a wild night for hot drunken sex.

However, I that was very unlikely — a middle-aged, drunk bloke looking desperate wasn’t exactly a prime catch.

I stood at the bus stop, watching hot women walk past and ignore me, now just desperate to get home.

Then a taxi pulled up right in front of me. “Need a ride?”

“Yes please, get me home.” I jumped into the passenger seat. Normally I’d sit in the back, but for some reason it felt right getting in the front.

I gave the driver my address, and we set off. He was a big black guy, around thirty years old. The poor guy was squeezed into the driver’s seat and looking very uncomfortable.

He wore jogging bottoms and a T-shirt, looking a bit scruffy, like a bit of a thug. He had some chill-out music playing on the radio, and looked quite stoned. I wondered if I would make it home.

“Good night?” he asked.

“Yeah, very good. Lots of sexy women out tonight.” It’s driving me insane.” I told him.

We stopped at some traffic lights as a group of women walked past in the short, tight skirts.

“Wow, look at the legs,” I said.

“I know. Imagine getting ten minutes with one of them — I’d smash her into next week.”  I bet you would, I thought to myself.

“You must meet some hotties driving this taxi,” I added.

“Yeah, but women these days don’t speak. They just sit in the back on their phones, no conversation.

And anyway, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate me having sex on the back seat. Better to just go home and give her some.” He gave me a strange, stoned smile.

We were talking away and getting on well now.

“Is your girl at home tonight?” he asked.

“No, she’s away, so I’m all on my own. Good chance to watch some porn then.” He responded.

“Yeah, pants down as soon as I get in”. We both laughed again.

“What porn do you like?” he asked me, the conversation was getting a bit too personal now.

“Anything really,” I said. “MILFs, big boobs, black cocks…” As I said it, I immediately felt embarrassed. “Oh fuck…sorry,” I muttered.

He just sniggered to himself. “I know you white lads love the BBC porn,” he said, making me start to feel really awkward.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” is all I could think to say.

“It’s the big cocks you love, isn’t it?”

I was now getting a bit weird; I didn’t really want to have an in-depth discussion about my porn habits in my current drunken state.

“Yeah, I think it’s the size. And the way you guys fuck”. I wasn’t really sure what I was saying by this stage.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” he said, with another scary stoned smile.

“Have you ever seen one in real life?” Now this was a really strange question to ask; I just wanted to get home.

“Err… no,” was all I could think to say.

He gave me another creepy smile and laughed. “Want to see it?” He asked

“Err, not really…” was the best response I could think of.

“Come on, I know you do.”

I tried to laugh it off; this was now really strange. I just wanted to get home, not start looking at big black cocks. I thought about jumping out of the taxi at the next lights.

He kept asking; I was now starting to worry he was a maniac and I was going to be murdered. Eventually, to shut him up, I just said, “Okay… yes. Show me if you want to.” I just wanted to get home to bed; I was starting to wish I’d waited for the bus.

We drove on for a few minutes without speaking. I was now fully expecting to be murdered.

Then he turned into an empty industrial estate and parked up in a quiet car park.

He turned the music off and put the internal lights on. Again I thought about opening the door and making a run for it but remembered taxi doors don’t open until the driver opens them. I was trapped.

He pushed his seat back to get himself some space, freeing his legs. “You ready?” I wanted to say no, just get me home, but just nodded.

The silence was awful.

He pulled down his jogging bottoms. Underneath were tight boxer shorts, and even through them I could see something huge living in them.

With one movement he pulled them down too, freeing his massive cock.

Fuck, It was enormous — easily ten inches and thick, even while soft. Nearly the size of my forearm.

“Fuck, it’s massive.” I wasn’t really sure what to say, but there it was, looking at me like a giant snake.

He laughed again with that crazy laugh; he was obviously proud of the beast in his pants. He picked it up in his hand and flopped it around, like a giant piece of meat.

I didn’t really know what to say or do. The thoughts of being murdered were starting to fade. The whole situation was strange, but I was feeling some kind of excitement.

“Why don’t you touch it?” He asked.

“Err, what?”

“Go on, give it a feel. See what it’s like in your hand.”

“I’m not gay,” I explained.

“Come on, just feel how heavy it is.”

This was now really weird. I just wanted to get home, however, the more I looked at it, the more curious I was getting. I did wonder what a giant cock felt like. Mine was only about four inches, so was tiny in comparison.

I’d only ever seen cocks like this in porn. I’d had a few experiences with guys before when I was young, so I wasn’t totally straight, probably a bit bi-curious and was now very curious about touching this cock.

“Fuck it,” I finally shouted out

I reached out with my small hand and tried to wrap my fingers around it. It was too thick.

The size was massive. I held it the best I could for about a minute, neither of us saying anything, becoming more and more awkward.

“Stroke it,” he finally said.

My head was now spinning. I just wanted to get home, but my hand was saying something else.

I started rubbing up and down, only able to get half my hand around the beast. It began to harden and grow even bigger. I wasn’t sure if it would ever stop growing.

I stroked it faster. It finally reached full size. It was about as big as my arm.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he groaned. “Rub it.”

I pumped faster and faster. It was a struggle to keep a grip of it. He was moaning louder; I assumed he was enjoying it and I was doing it right, after all I had spent years wanking my own cock.

He then said it, “Suck it.”

“Err, no… I’m not gay,” I responded.

“Come on, just suck it, you’ve come this far.”

Now this was getting out of control, I couldn’t just start sucking a random taxi driver's cock.

Again, my drunk body ignored my brain. Without much of a fight, I leaned over and moved my head to his lap. I opened my mouth and took as much as I could. It was so thick I struggled to get much in, only the head.

He placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed down. His giant cock slid deeper down my throat, almost choking me.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned as I sucked and wanked his cock at the same time.

I was now fully lost in what I was doing. All sense had left, and here I was cock sucking like a cheap slut.

He took full control of my head, setting a steady rhythm as he fucked my mouth. All I could hear were his moans.

I felt totally ashamed but also so horny and turned on. I just wanted to please him now.

I lost track of time as he pumped away into my mouth. Finally, I felt his body tensed. I knew what was coming next. I tried to pull away so he didn’t cum in my mouth, but he held the back of my head firmly.

He thrust a few more times and then exploded, shooting hot cum deep into my mouth and throat.

He held my head down firmly so I had no choice but to swallow every drop. It tasted disgusting, and he must have shot a full pint into me.

“Fuck yes!” he shouted, finally pulling out and letting me up for air. “You enjoy that?” I didn’t know if I did or not. I was just spinning.

“Yeah,” was all I could think to say, still in shock but also horny.

He pulled his clothes back up, smiling. “Good lad.”

He started the car and drove me the rest of the way home without saying much else. I just sat in shock thinking about what I’d done.

When we arrived, he still made me pay the full fare, which I felt was unfair. He gave me his card and told me to message him next time he needed a taxi.

I went inside, still in shock, grabbed a beer to help me relax and process what had just happened.

Eventually I put on some porn to help me relax a bit more. I was so spun out. It didn’t take long to get into the BBC section on the porn site. I pumped away on my cock, more turned on and horny than I’d ever been. I had a long, intense wank watching black cocks fuck guys in the ass before collapsing into bed.

I knew this wasn’t going to be the last time I played with a black cock, there was no going back now.