The Salt Interlude part 1 The African American

[rdyroger]

The Salt Interlude The African American

by rdyroger copyright 2009 and all that legal stuff

Nathan is my name. That and the color of my skin are the only constants I have these days.

It started at the gym. Being gay I worked out, and being worked out I was in decent shape. And with my African heritage, I had some height and a bit of muscle too- and I didn't have the fat gene, fortunately. That was all great.

I was raised in the suburbs so I didn't have too much in common with the gangstas in the inner city. It was a part of my heritage and I related. Everyone gets discriminated against. Black people, we get discriminated against as much as anyone else. Sometimes, it's worse when someone isn't trying to discriminate, but is just ignorant. Like when they expect black people to like a certain food, (like white people don't like fried chicken, right?), or that black men are super strong (I'm strong, but my back hurts just like everyone else's) and when they think all black men are huge hung, or want blond women, or are super sexed (hah, I wish!) . I've seen my share of giant black dick and also giant white dick and some giant Asian dick too. There's probably giant eskimo dick but I haven't seen it, eskimos are scarce in my area. Not that I'm a size queen, at least, not any more than any other gay man who enjoys oral sex. Some say more than a mouthful is a waste, but I've certainly enjoyed the more than the mouthful variety myself. In fact, I prefer it. Not necessary, by any means, but certainly, you know, a great visual aid, as they said in high school a/v lab.

So I'd get guys picking me up, and they'd feel my biceps (16") and then my package (5") and they wouldn't SAY anything, but there'd be a pause, or more groping like maybe they'd missed it, or checking to see if it was hard or soft.

Well, that's not to say I haven't had a lot of fun. There's a lot of guys, all different races, that appreciate black men, and I do look great in a speedo, I do have a great ass. I work for it, doing squats at the gym.

The gym, I went in there and there was Austin, looking bigger than ever. I swear that boy has a glandular problem. Or a steroid problem. Austin is one guy that had a giant Asian cock. I hadn't seen it, you know, but I've certainly seen the giant bulge in his sweatpants. I wondered if maybe he had a hernia or something, but Eddie told me that Austin was enormous, like 18". Which is impossible, but he is like 8' tall or so. Like I said, glandular problem.

But he was sweet and aggressive and flirty and I was just interested enough. Well Austin slept around a lot, and I'm kind of into relationships. Nevertheless, I decided to ignore the "hey my brother" as I came in and we flirted a bit and he genuinely seemed nice.

The next thing I knew I was still wearing my sweaty gym clothes, and we were out at a cheap burger joint. Austin had kissed me, made out with me, in the car. He had a big SUV just so he could fit into it. And I'll be damned if I didn't go down on him and suck him off. He was enormous. I was pretty surprised and he just laughed. He then returned the favor. I have to say around Austin it was easy to get horny, his sweat smelled like... lust.

When he was eating his 4 double decker cheeseburgers he said, "That was fun." He meant the blowjob.

"Very fun, and thank you!"

"My pleasure."

"More mine, that was amazing."

Austin smiled. "Ah well some of us are just lucky. We're all the same under the skin."

"I guess that's true. At least we disprove stereotypes."

"What?"

"You know, black guy with a giant penis, asian guy with a tiny penis- just proves that there's no truth to stereotypes."

"What do you think about the black stereotype?"

"If it weren't so racist I guess it would be fun, if it were true."

"Would you really want a monster like mine?" Austin gestured downward towards his massive genital region.

"Well, I mean, sure, who wouldn't want to be bigger?- I mean, I guess except maybe you."

"You'd be wrong there I love being big. But you, even if you totally were the 'black stereotype'- you'd still want to be that? Hung, constantly horny, even if people looked at you and saw that you fulfilled that stereotype? I thought you wanted to break stereotypes."

"Well, you have a point. But who doesn't want more sex? And anyway, it's completely hypothetical."

"Speaking of hypothetical, do you live far away?"

I didn't. We went. And the roommate was gone for the weekend, suffering with his parents.

So we had a lot of fun. Austin was a cum fountain and was a bit kinky. He could probably snap me in two but he was careful, a little bit rough, but nothing too crazy. He did tie me up and feed me his giant cock. That was amazing, to see it on my bed, in the daylight, wow. He really was a giant.

He brought me some tomato juice to drink, a little glass like 6 oz, but it was good and the salty taste cut the you know what in my mouth. He was so considerate. And then he told me.

He told me that he hadn't always been like he was, that he'd run into some science guys and they'd done this to him. He'd been a tiny Korean man, with a penis even smaller than mine.

He told me that the tomato juice I'd drunk a few minutes earlier was loaded some some of the stuff that he'd taken, that I was going to find out what it was like to be a stereotypical black man. He explained further. He had put in a bunch of salts he called them, that were designed to make my cock and balls grow enormous, and drastically increase my cum output (he said, "you think I'm a super shooter, you just wait"), and drastically increase my libido, and also something to make my muscles grow and something else to increase my secondary sexual characteristics.

I thought he was playing, you know, kinky role playing, like, he'd pretend i was huge and let me up and I would pretend to fuck him with a giant penis.

So I played along for a minute or two, although he wasn't really making sense, and then damned if I didn't just fall asleep.

When I woke up I had a yucky taste in my mouth. Also, my tongue was all swollen, it felt like. Austin was there, and it was now early afternoon. He'd put a blanket over me while I slept, which was nice, but the ropes were starting to chafe a bit. He brought me a pitcher of water and let me drink a bunch, and then fed me more of his "magic" tomato juice.

And a few minutes after that... he threw back the blanket.

I looked down. I blinked. I was a lot more muscled. Like 21" biceps, giant pecs. And my penis, laying down my leg halfway to my knee- it was so FAT. not thick... FAT. And my testicles were giant. Like big eggs. HUGE eggs. If there were eggs as big as baseballs.

I thought for a second that he'd put some rubber suit on me.

He was already untying the ropes. I sat up. I was all off balance. He got me on my feet and over to the mirror. Nathan was gone, the suburban fit Nathan I was used to. In the mirror was Nathan the black stereotype. I was thickly muscled, huge muscle ass, and 12" of cock hanging fat over baseballs. My face looked a lot different too. I had a beard, and my lips were really thick, and my nose was a lot broader. My eyebrows were more pronounced, my whole skull looked bigger. And my pecs were covered with a sprinkling of dark hair. Giant dark nipples. My cock was now black, not just dark but almost completely black. I think my skin was darker too. I seemed to be about the same height I'd been.

"What...?" and I stopped. My voice as a basso profundo rumble, deeper than Barry White.

"What did you do to me?" I said in my now super sultry deep voice.

"Just fulfilled your wish to be a black stereotype," said Austin.

"I didn't wish for that!"

"You said you wanted to be bigger. Now... you're bigger."

I started to get hard. Truthfully, I was so TURNED on... everything started to become super sexual to me. I looked at Austin and I sprung a HUGE boner. My eyes opened wide.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!" said Austin. I couldn't stop him as he reached out and started to jack me off slowly. It was such an intense lust it was BURNING. I held back for a few minutes and then I felt... this amazing push in my groin and I came. I came like a fountain on the mirror. Austin was right. I shot like a half cup of cum... maybe more.

Afterwards, I was quivering. My enlarged muscles were pumped. Austin brought me some food and some water and I ate that. I was getting sleepy.

"I can't wait to see what you look like in 4 hours!" said Austin.

I looked up in surprise.

"I gave you another megadose in that tomato juice!"

"What---- how much????"

"About the same. Well, quite a bit more really. You were looking so good... I wanted you bigger YET!"

I realized about then that Austin was crazy. I wanted to fight, to do something, but I was exhausted. And confused.

I swear the room spun as I fell asleep. I had horrible dreams... where I was some giant black gorilla, with a huge cock always spewing cum. It was terrifying.

When I woke up, I had a lot of trouble balancing. Maybe it was my 31" biceps, or my 58" chest... or maybe it was my 16" long penis, fatter than ever, and the two cantaloupes between my legs. With a foreskin now. I'd been circumsized. No longer.

Austin was there of course, and when I was awake enough he kissed me. I understood why my tongue felt swollen. My tongue had grown huge too. I had to end up learning to speak again, around this giant appendage in my mouth. My lips were more thickly negroid than ever, and I would have been good looking if I wasn't so tough featured and my nose wasn't so broad across my face. My chest was hairier, covered with a fine coat of curly black hair.. and I was so broadly built I was over 3'6" wide. And I discovered I was 6" taller now.

I was nowhere near Austin's size, except my massive endowment. I also was suffering from the effects of the overdose of libido enhancer he'd given me. And he'd given me more of the cum stuff. I shot... it was like a cartoon. A cup, or more. I could get dehydrated if I didn't drink a couple big glasses of water before sex.

Austin was available. I found I could now take his giant cock and he could take mine. I did especially enjoy fucking him senseless, then blowing a load in him, then pulling out, jacking for 30 seconds and blowing another cup of cum on his face and chest.

I really never was sated. Just, exhausted.

What had he done to me? He didn't have the right. How was I going to work? And... why was I enjoying this so much when I was so horrified and angry? I started to loathe myself, but I couldn't stop having sex.

When I went to the gym the next day, Austin was at the counter.

"Hi Nathan!" he said gayly.

"Fuck you Austin" I told him.

He followed me into the locker room and we went into the janitor closet and I did fuck him. Again and again and again.

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Austin has issues I think. Hope you had some fun on this one, a bit different. rdyroger

[gogothen]

damn man another great story. I love how ur doing all these different spin off's with the salt story

[muscl4life]

I guess the original salt guys will have to team up to put an end to Austin's fun...or perhaps they will help him to change even more people

Great chapter!

[philat99]

Thanks for the interludes. I'm still not sure I like the "forced" idea, but it sure seems fun - and the recipients seem to like it, too.
Mike

[Mad Dog]

Cool changes! I've been kinda into extreme race changes lately, don't know why. :3

[Greggrth]

Yet another HOT story. It must have been a tight squeeze in that janitor's closet with all that muscle

[chocomus]

lol "fuck you" he said
just great