To my great surprise I am obsessed with sucking cocks, especially big black cocks. Well, sucking one particular big black cock.

I am ‘straight’, dating and fucking only women for most of my life. I was good at that, finding willing female partners an easy thing. I had experimented with men, but it was mostly just mutual jack-off sessions.

I work for a very large accounting firm in a semi-supervisory position. I was the guy that ‘checked on the checkers’. I would travel from audit site to audit site, reviewing the work of others. It was on one trip to Portland, Oregon that I became aware of my obsession.

I had flown in the prior evening, First Class of course. The audit was in progress and I was to meet the audit team that morning. I showered, closely shaved, lightly applied a very expensive men’s cologne and dressed in my best ‘power suit’. I always wanted to make a strong first impression on these things.

I am fairly tall, around 6’3″. I keep in shape spending at least three days a week at any gym I can find. I have dark hair and eyes, my skin olive. I have to shave often, sometimes twice a day. Surprisingly I do not have an excessive amount of body hair. I’m considered to be ‘classically handsome’. My name is Kurt.

I met with the team. I knew by our company standards that all of them would be bright, hard-working individuals. One person stood out among the others; a very handsome, very athletic looking black man. His name was Marcus.

I spent the day speaking to each individual auditor; reviewing their respective work. The ‘interviews’ were done one-on-one. It was Marcus’ turn. I greeted him, shaking his firm large warm hand. We spoke of audit items. His work was perfect and I told him so. As he was my last auditor, and the day was ending, we began to speak of more personal things.

I asked him about the nightlife in Portland. He said, “It can be fun, but it’s really up to the individual.”

“Would you consider showing me around?” I asked.

He thought for a moment then answered, “Yes, but I wouldn’t want anyone else to know, that might cause some problems in the office.”

“I agree.”

“I can pick you up this evening, are you at the usual hotel?” he said.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Would you like dinner, or something a little more fun?” he asked.

“A ‘little more fun’ please.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at ten, in the lobby, dress casual.”

I returned to my hotel and awaited the ‘appointment’. It seemed far away. I showered and shaved … again. I dressed in clean expensive casual clothing. I reviewed myself in the mirror; ‘not bad I thought’. Sometimes I can be a little vain.

I went to the lobby. Marcus was already waiting. We greeted, both of us smiling. It was obvious the pressure of the review was no longer present. He directed me to his car, a very nice black Mercedes.

In the car he said, “This might end up being a fun night. I do have to tell you that I’m gay; are you OK with that?”