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I heard the phone ring and was not all that surprised to hear my mom call out my name. I went to the kitchen and took the phone from here, asking who it was. She shrugged her shoulders and said she had no idea that is was some man.
At the time I was 17, still living at home. I had a girlfriend and a big secret. That secret was I had a 27 year old male lover. The second male lover of my life.
I wasn't expecting to hear, "So you like cock do you?" as I answered the phone. My mom only a few feet away. I didn't know the voice and nervously said, "yeah, I guess so." a chuckle came out of the man's voice. Then he asked if ii was alone and I told him that I wasn't.
"Don worry, I can keep a secret, if you can." I replied I could. "Meet me in Stanton park, overlook area, lot B. come alone, twenty minutes." Click, he had hung up.
I should have just called the bluff. Not even thought about going. Mom asked who it was and I lied about it being an odd job. A way to earn some cash. I went to my room and changed into a tee shirt and jeans. Then I drove to the park.
When I pulled into the lot, The pick up truck was there, backed in. I knew I had seen that truck somewhere. Then realized it was at Randy's, my male lovers place earlier today. This guy had shown up just as I was leaving.
I got nervous now. In our small town there weren't many blacks around in 1983. Here I was a young skinny white kid, pulling up next to a truck with a balck man who knew I had a secret I didn't want to get out.
I rolled my window down and said "hello: He replied and let me know his name was James. I asked him how he knew. "When I saw you leaving Randy's and then when I fucked him, I knew." my eyes went wide. I had no idea Randy was seeing other guys. "Ever sucked a 9 inch cock, boy?"
I said no, as I had not even seen one that big outside of porn. Both of my lovers were around 7 inches and I was a mere 5 inches.
"Wanna try it?" he offered. So much was Taboo. I was at a park, He was a stranger to me. It was another man long before it was somewhat accepted. It was interracial before it was popular. But I did want to try it. I liked sucking cock and I wanted to try a big one.
I debated it in mind. I sat there a minute before James added, "I ain't gots all night, cocksucker. You gonna be a good faggot?" I nodded and opened my door. I began to walk around the front of his truck, assuming he would have me blow him in his truck.
James then asked, "Where da fuck ya going?" I saw his door opening. I stepped back around and my jaw dropped. He was nude from the waste down. His limp cock in clear view.
Even limp, it was bigger than mine. "You like it, cocksucker." I nodded yes and stepped closer. I looked up at him. James smiled at me and nodded down. "You want a taste?"
Fuck yes I did. His cock was beautiful. Large mushroom head. I could see a nice sized sack too. Even flaccid it was a thing to behold. I answered, "yes."
His cock twitched. "Yes what?" He asked.
"I want a taste." I replied.
"Say it boy. Tell me what you really want."
His cock was now inches away. " I want to suck your big cock." I said and he nodded. "Get to work, faggot."
Then I lifted it. It had real weight to it as I kissed it awake. Soon I was moaning on the thick head as I felt his hand in my hair. Soon panic was hitting me as he pushed my head down. I coughed and gagged on the big cock as he demanded I take more.
I was barely given any time to get a breath as he pushed my head up and down his big cock. Never had I ever been treated in such a way and I found myself complying with his orders. My hands were behind my back as he used me to get off.
The sounds of my gagging and wet noises of my efforts rang in my ears as he drove in and out. Then he slowed. I felt his cock throb and awaited his load. Just as he began to cum, he pulled out and sprayed my face for my first facial.
When he finished, he kicked me away. Then started his truck. As he drove away, he said. "Same time tomorrow." not waiting for my response.
I stood there, my face covered in spit and cum. I watched him drive off. I was stunned, wondering if I did something wrong. Finally after he was out of site I got in my car.
I looked on the rear view mirror at my cum covered face. Using my fingers I began to wipe it clean. Licking my fingers, replaying the event in my mind as I did. Then I drove straight home and jerked off. I came in my hand and ate that as well.
Later, I repeated that and knew I would go back. I couldn't understand why I was turned on by the way he had spoken to me and had used me. I just knew I wanted to suck that big cock again and get treated like that again.
The next day dragged on slowly. Finally, the time approached and I headed to the park. I got there five minutes early and waited. My cock hard in my jeans as I waited.
I had backed in, like he had. I quickly noticed this way gave you a clear view of any body coming down the drive.
I kept waiting and waiting. Twenty minutes turned to thirty and finally 70 minutes past the time. Disappointed I headed home and stroked off again.
I had went at the same time. I wondered why he hadn't shown. I began to think I hadn't pleased him. I sighed, hoping to get another chance.
Next day I went And again went home without seeing him. I had no way to contact him and felt strange about asking Randy. This was long before interracial sex was even semi acceptable. Plus I knew he was having sex with James.
On Thursday I went again and just as I was about to leave, I saw that Ford pick up truck heading my way. My cock immediately got hard. I wondered if he would blow me after I blew him this time.
He took his time backing in and ignoring me. It was driving me nuts. I got out of my car but did not approach his truck as I watched him look around.
"You must have loved my cock to come back three days in a row." He said without looking at me. I realized he had been each the past two days. I admitted I couldn't stop thinking about it.
He grinned and opened his door again. He turned and ordered me over. Then he told me to put my hands in my back pockets and kiss his cock.
"Beg for it faggot. Beg me to use you and say your name too" He hissed as I kissed his cock head.
I was so turned on, I said so much. "Please Mr. james, allow Chris Jones to suck this great cock. Please allow this faggot white boy the service you. My mouth is yours to use. Your cock is what Chris needs You are all Chris thinks about Mr. James. " I looked up and saw the tape recorder ( this was early 80's). He grinned and told me to repeat it all.
I felt my stomach turn as I repeated it. Then again with his fat cock head in my mouth. Then he grabbed my hair and drove me down on his cock a while. Gagging me each time before I had to repeat it again with it out of my mouth and again in my mouth. My head spun as he used me again.
Soon he was again fucking my mouth with steady strokes. Finally and thankfully he came. It was another big load, this time in my mouth and throat. When he finished, he let go of my hair. His cock was still in my mouth as he grabbed the recorder.
He stopped the recording and told me not to move. He rewound the tape and played it, looked down at me. Then looking around. Smiling as my gagging voice was heard.
"Good faggot. I think you know how this goes. Don't think about telling anyone and no one will hear this. Be here tomorrow, ready to be fucked. Now thank me and get the fuck out."
With that he pushed me back. Spit connected me to his wonderful cock. "Thank you Mr. James sir. I will be here tomorrow, Sir."
He smiled, closed his door, "I know you will be. " Then he drove off. I got in my car, sat for a moment before I realized I had came in my pants.
Once home, I went right to my room. Just as I got to my door, the phone rang. I quickly turned and answered. I heard a chuckle and then the tape was played. Just the first part and then James hung up. I got the message.
A minute later the phone rang again. I answered it and heard silence. "Sir, is that you?" James said yes. "I understand your message, Sir."
He replied with, "Good boy." And hung up.
I went to my room and stroked off. Then I began to play with my ass, thinking off his big cock. Soon I had three fingers sliding in and out. My cock hard and leaking as I played.
That nightingale couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about James and his big cock. Funny enough, I played with my ass most of the night, ignoring my little cock as I thought of him.
The next day dragged on but finally it was time. I put on a tee shirt and pair of shorts along with a pair of gym shoes. I got to the park just on time, horny for James.
This time he stood outside his truck. I saw he was about 6'4" tall now. I had been with two other men in my life but neither had the same effect on me and he hadn't even touched or seen my cock.
I got out of my car and said, "hello sir." He smiled and beckoned me over. A chill ran through me as I began to think he was going to fuck me right there. Instead he reached into his truck bed and handed me a duffle bag. "Follow me, slut."
I did as he said, wondering where he was going and what was in the bag. He lead me to a closed and locked shelter. He produced a key and opened the door. He turned on a light and told me to enter.
As turned on as I was, I began to have second thoughts. James then barked for me to put the bag on a picnic table he was pointing at. I stepped in and put the bag on the table.
I then turned and begansto say, "I don't think.." SLAP. My head turned,as he slapped me hard. I staggered "shut the fuck up and undress. I could care less about what you think." Then he slapped me again and again. Dazed I began to undress as he began to pull things out of the bag.
The tape recorder, a new tape. A movie camera and a tripod. A baggie with a bottle in it. A paddle, like a teachers along with some thick canvas and rope.
He threw me the canvas and told me to put it on the ground. Feeling weak from the slaps and being nude I complied fully. Knowing he intended on videoing this.
I spread out the canvas as he set up the tripod and camera. He told me to get on my knees in the center as he focused and adjusted the camera.
Once satisfied he walked over to me and reached out. I flinched and he chuckled. "Good slut" he said as he patted my head. Then he made a show of putting the new tape in the tape recorder.
Then James moved over to the table. "Tell me, who are you and did you come here? He asked.
"I am Chris Jones, sir. I came to suck your big fat cock sir." I said in a shaky voice.
"And?"
"And to be fucked by you, sir." James smiled and beckoned me over. "Grab the table and keep count. He got behind me and adjusted me until my legs were spread and my ass was out.
"Don't move or lose count or we start over."
Whack. I cried out.
Whack, I cried again as he paddled me hard.
"Start counting slut or this will take all night."
Whack. "One"
Whack "Two."
Whack. "THREE" I cried, my ass on fire now.
Whack. Four"
Whack "Five."
"Back to the mat." I moved quickly. I knelt as before. "Good slut. Why are you here?"
"To please you sir." James smiled. He then walked over to the video camera. "Tell the camera who and what you are as I undress, slut."
Looking at the camera. "Hi I'm Chris Jones and I love this man's big black cock. I came here today to suck it and get fucked by it as many times as he likes. I am a slut for him and only think of pleasing him." I said as he undressed behind the camera so as I looked at him it was like I was talking to the camera.
I watched as he put a bandanna around his face as stepped into view. He said nothing but nodded. I took my cue and began to kiss his cock before taking into my mouth. I swirled my tongue on his mushroom head and then took more into my mouth feeling him growing hard in my mouth.
Then I felt his hand on my head and he drove into my throat and then back out. He repeated this over and over, picking up the pace until he was fucking my white mouth with he great black cock. It was rougher and longer than anytime before. I was barely given any time to breathe. Then he came and came. It spilled out of my mouth, onto my wet face as he moaned.
He stayed there for a moment before hissing for me to keep him hard. So I kissed and licked his wet and slimy cock. He barely went semi soft before I could tell he was getting rock hard again.
Then, knowing what he wanted from me, I begged. Please, fuck me with this big black cock. Please fuck me like the white slut I am, Please sir, You know I want you to fuck my white ass, please Sir. Please fuck me." I said as I continued to lick and kiss his big cock.
Then he roughly shoved two fingers in mouth mouth before he used them to finger my ass. I remained on my hands and knees as he jammed those two thick fingers in and out of my ass. Then I heard him spit, then he slid his big cock along my ass crack.
Then he lined up his black cock and pushed into my ass. I had been fucked many times but never by a cock so big. I let out a cry as he slid in.
He pulled my head up by the hair, turning my head towards the camera as he began to fuck my white ass. He said nothing, but grunted as he did.
Soon he was fucking me hard, then slowing and then hard again. He took his time enjoying my ass. Everytime I looked away from the camera, my head was turned back.
When he finally came, he pulled out and painted my cheeks and lower back. Then he came around in front of me, offering me his dirty cock.
The thought of his cick fresh from my ass repulsed me and I refused. He sighed and moved to the camera. "Get the fuck out, slut."
I quickly put my shorts on and scrambled out. I was afraid of his wrath and almost ran to my car.