Three things started my fascination with BBC. Number one was exploring my best friend's dad's porn collection in the 70s. He had lots of very hardcore, European, interracial magazines. My equipment is quite small so the size of the cocks in the pictures captivated me. My friend even teased me that when we were jerking off it looked like I spent more time looking at the cocks then the girls. Ouch.
Second influence was in college when I saw how successful the few black students were with so many of the white girls. I was in awe of their confidence and how their conquests usually didn't even complain when they got used and dropped. When I found out my roommate's gorgeous girlfriend (I had a bit of a crush on her) was cheating on him with a black grad student, I couldn't blame her. Shouldn't the prettiest girls be with the most masculine men? I even helped cover for her a couple of times when she could've been caught by my roommate. I guess that made me a beta boy enabler, 20 years before I even heard the term.
The experience that really sealed my obsession with BBC came at my first job. I was trying to impress the boss and was a real workaholic. A secretary in her early 30s basically took pity on me and seduced me (she had recently divorced and wanted some companionship without complications). We were friends with benefits for the next two years. Although I had girlfriends in high school and college, Gina made me feel completely inexperienced. She was fairly dominant and constantly got me to try new things (e.g. everything from really taboo role-play to getting dressed in lingerie and pegged). She had a wonderfully dirty mind. She also told me all kinds of details about her sexual experiences and those of her friends. Apparently, all of them had had flings or relationships with black guys. I loved those stories and Gina loved seeing how much they excited me. I listened to every detail she could remember as I worshiped her pussy.
Our arrangement fell apart when I started encouraging her to go out with black guys and, of course, tell me all about it afterwards. It didn't take long to convince her-- she was feeling ready again to date somebody closer to her own age. Unfortunately for me, the very first date she accepted (a salesman that had an account with our company) was a home run. She told me about their first two dates and then told me she needed some space to focus on a full relationship with Gill. I lost my bed buddy and the fuel for my BBC compulsion at the same time. Still, I was happy for her, even though I had a jealous little boner at their wedding.