"The Black Conductors Boots"
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Rolling through Mississippi delta towns at night in a slow-moving train is a nightmare if you're in b hurry. Even the air blowing through the windows is Southern--overheated, suffocating, slow, and lethargic. I counted the days 'till I could get out of Dixie. I'm a pure Yankee, born and bred in New England. I work for a New York legal office that specializes in handling professional athletes. My assignment was to corner a couple of football prospects from the Mississippi schools and get their signatures on some retainer forms.
Mission accomplished. I signed up half a dozen young athletes. They were putty in my hands.
The door to my compartment slid open. "Everything in here okay?" the conductor asked in that gilded Southern accent. He was a big black guy about six feet. Not bad looking.
"Yeah, everything's fine." Then I saw them.
His boots.
I'd never seen a pair of boots like those. Like a cross between engineer boots and cowboy high-heelers, they were the horniest things I had ever seen.
I've got a thing for boots. I've licked enough of them that by now, I can control myself-- nobody in New York has a style I haven't seen. But this Mississippi hick had a pair that made my mouth water.
"Where'd you get those boots?" I finally asked. "I've never seen a pair like that before."
"Oh, these ol' things," he drawled. "These are a pair o' boots my daddy made for me."
"Really? Your father made those?"
"Yeah. My daddy's a shoemaker. He does these boots for us all."
"I've never seen a pair quite like them. Put your foot up here, and let me get a better look." He raised his foot to rest it on the cushion of the seat beside me.
"Aren't those are little strange for a train conductor?" I continued.
"Well, suh, y'all might say that. I was startin' out to be a football player. I had great hopes for that, too. Then, well, I jes' couldn't get the money. Now I'm workin' on the railroad."
When he said that, I looked at him a little more closely. "Yeah," I said slowly, "now that I look at you, you're really a big kid, aren't you?"
"Yessuh. I spent all my time workin' out and buildin' myself up. But now, it jes' don't make no matter nohow."
"Let me see," I said in a quiet voice. He pulled off his Amtrak jacket, and his body was like an Abyssinian warrior's. His blue company shirt strained over shoulders that belonged on an ox, and his chest made the buttonholes stretch.
"Why couldn't' you get an athletic scholarship?" I asked.
He lowered his head. "Well, it wasn't so much the money," he said softly.
"What was it?"
His voice dropped so much I could hardly hear him. "I hurt my back," he said. "I couldn't play no more."
"What? You hurt yourself? There's nothing to be ashamed about in that."
He looked at the floor. "Yeah, but I done told all my friends I was gonna play football. Now I can't. Looks like I fucked up."
I glanced down at the boots again, and as my eyes dropped, I got a glimpse of the bulge between his legs. It looked like this disappointed player was concealing the football behind his fly!
What a basket! I could see the outline of his balls, too. "God, what a pair," I squeaked. "...of boots," I added quickly.
I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist touching the boots. The leather was soft, soft and moist, as if he had oiled them recently. "You take good care of these boots," I said in a lazy voice, my hand caressing the firm leather.
I glanced up at him, and I saw a soft smile part his lips. His teeth flashed brilliant white out of his midnight skin. "Y'all really like them boots, do you?"
"Yeah, I do," I said, trying to keep my breathing from getting faster.
"I heard 'bout folks what goes crazy over boots," he said. "Never thought I'd actually meet one."
I tried to regain my composure. "I-I'm just admiring them," I stuttered, "I think I'd like to get a pair like them."
He smiled again. "Y'all go on," he said softly. "Y'all do whatever y'all want with them boots. I don't mind." His eyes glittered at me.
"How," I asked quietly, "did you hurt your back?"
His eyes bored into me. "I was gettin' it on with a couple o' my buddies."
"Getting it on?"
He paused. His eyes were black laser beams. "We was fuckin'. One dude was up my ass, and the other straddled my shoulders." He looked straight into my eyes. "I was suckin' his dick an' holdin' him up at the same time...an' my back give way."
I stared at his horny boots. I fought against my desires, but he had disarmed me by his confession--he knew what I wanted to do!
I let myself go. I dropped my head to his foot...and stuck my tongue out. I licked the firm leather of those sexy boots.
God, the oil he used on those things tasted like pre-cum! My dick got harder than marble as my tongue slathered all around the boot. When I got down to the pointed toe, I sucked it into my mouth.
Jesus, it's like a gigantic cock! I wondered how big his dick was.
I held his spit-slimy boot up to my cheek and rubbed it all over my face. I was so horny, I was about to come in my pants.
"Y'all really get off on that, don't you?" he chuckled. "How'd y'all like to suck somethin' a li'l more genuine?"
I looked up, and as I did, he pulled down his zipper. He fetched out a gigantic black gunbarrel, a cock so big, I felt a little dizzy.
"Jesus Christ," I whispered. When I didn't do anything, though, he brought his face down to mine. To my surprise, he moved his lips onto to mine and gave me the most explosive kiss I ever got.
His tongue probed my mouth, darting in and out, and I got so goddamn horny, I felt an orgasm building in my balls! To keep from shooting my wad in my pants, I broke the kiss, desperately trying to get off the rollercoaster of lust that black stud had set me on!
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. "Wait," I gasped, "my stop is coming up in a couple minutes...gotta get off the train..." But he was about six inches taller than 1, and when I saw his handsome, lusting head coming down to mine, my back automatically arched with passion.
With his foot, he slid the compartment door shut, and while he kissed me again, he reached back and locked it. "I got plans for y'all, suh," he growled. "I think y'all gon' enjoy suckin' my cock."
"No," I gasped, "no!" but he pulled open the buttons of his Amtrak shirt. His big chest was covered with curly black hairs, and in the middle of that hair, his two nipples gleamed like shiny black patent leather circles.
I couldn't help myself. I love to nurse on big nipples, and he had 'em! He chuckled as I bent down to kiss them worshipfully.
As I sucked away, he unbuckled his belt and pulled open his pants. When I glanced down, I saw it.
That black stallion had a man-spout like a goddamn football goal post! It was monstrous!
I don't know how many inches he had, but it was staggering! Black as ebony, it had an over-grown cockhead with a flange flaring out like a huge mushroom.
The blue-black thatch between his legs was the perfect setting for it. The temptation was more than I could bear. His piss-slit gaped at me, a swollen hole so big I could stick my finger down it!
I dropped off the seat to kneel between his legs. I pulled his pants down, yanking them over his boots--his underwear, too.
He sat back on the seat, naked from the waist down-- except for those beautiful, erotic, fucking-hot boots. I inclined my head to him, but no way could I suck all of that big, black thing.
I nibbled and bit at the big knob, sticking my tongue down his piss-slit, and I kissed and nibbled around the dark, veiny shaft. He brushed his ball-sac past my chin, and I sucked on the leathery-smooth bag and its churning contents.
When I backed off, I stroked his large nuts while I continued the tongue-exploration of his cock. After several minutes of that, he pulled me into a tight hug. He almost squeezed the breath out of me, but I was so horny, I was grateful.
"Y'all look to me," he said, "like the kind o' person who enjoys gettin' it up the ass."
"No," I gasped, "no, I'm not! That thing of yours is too big! You'll split me in half!"
But he didn't pay any attention. He pulled down my pants, and holding onto me by the nipples, he pushed me back away from him, lifting me up until I sat back on the seat facing his.
I glanced out the window at the nighttime passing by. No one would see us. We were passing through empty country.
At first, he held me by the shoulders, then he grabbed my knees, and in a death-grip, he lifted them up, rolling my hips up, bringing my pursed asshole within his rage. He fitted his big, black nightstick against my opening with a loud, passionate sigh.
"No, don't," I gasped, "I can't!" and I tried to struggle, but something about him held me hypnotized. He reached down and fumbled for a moment, then he suddenly thrust one of his boots into my face!
Those boots! Those erotic, sensual boots! My tongue automatically came out to caress it as he held it against my face, and at that moment, I felt his monstrous cock force open the gates to my guts.
His bloated cockhead spread my poor sphincter so tight, I thought it would snap, and I let out a scream of agony. But he pushed the sexy boot harder into my face, and the strength of his thrust grew even harder.
I was so overcome by sexual sensations, I almost passed out. I opened my eyes as he made it inside.
His huge glans was actually inside me, and although my assring still stretched tight, the rest of his cock slid in a little easier. I felt an orgasm building in me.
He started fucking, his shaft sleek and shining black as the night, his lower body toward me and then away, moving his bottom in a circular motion at the same time. He fucked me like he was a hero-athlete and I was some worshipful fan...which I was!
His rigorous physical training not only made him look spectacular, but he was alert and quick like an animal, too. His physical condition made him the best screwer I ever made love to.
I could feel his big dong pulsing inside me and I could hear my blood rapturously pounding in my head.
He continued to pump against me, breathing in erotic, deep, gasping bursts. The friction was so smooth, I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes, imagining myself in fuckheaven!
Chills of pleasure raced up and down my spine as my passage sucked him up and down. I could feel my nipples stiffening as he creamed, and his ecstasy hit every nerve in my body.
My blow-off happened as he mushroomed inside me--my cock turned into a cum-bomb. Our sweating bodies slammed together as he grasped my waist and moved his balling into ninth gear. .
"AMAaargh, I'm coming," he screeched, driving his fuckstick in me in Neanderthal style.
"Me, too," I murmured as waves of elation engulfed me. He jabbed his big, black meat into me, stabbing me into euphoria. As I felt his warm cream splattering up my hole, I opened my legs even wider to get him in completely, every last inch.
When he finally pulled out of me, I was barely conscious. I had been fucked and fucked royally. "Jesus," I panted, "where'd you learn to do that?"
He laughed. "All you northern boys come down here," he said, "an' y'all think we's jes' dumb ol' plantation folk. Trouble with y'all is that y'all don't know the important things."
He pulled his cock out of my ass with a juicy pop. His jism ran out of my rectum. "Like that," he murmured. "Y'all too hung up on makin' money and runnin' things, and y'all don't even admit to the things that turn y'all on the most."
He picked up one of his boots. "Like them boots," he said, tossing it to me. I immediately began to lick it. "Nothing wrong with wantin' to lick a pair o' boots. I don't mind. Y'all shouldn't feel so goddamn bad about it. What harm's it do if y'all licks on my boots. I don't mind."
"What's your name?" I asked, ,till holding his boot against my ace and sucking it.
"I'm Ace," he said, and he pulled me into his arms again. He arranged ourselves on the ,eat so we were face-to-cock.
As my head pushed against his groin, I flexed my hard dick. His lips and licking tongue took It in. When he felt my breath on his cock, he gave a hiss of warm air, and I felt his tongue pulling my cockhead inside his mouth.
Ace wrapped his legs around my head, pressing his dickhead against my lips, and I buzz-sawed it with my tongue. Oh, was this ever working!
I moaned as I worked on him. Ace's black lips swallowed my white dick as my white lips tried to cover his big black one, but he had the advantage on me.
I put my fingers around his balls while I titillated and licked at the head. A 69 with the horniest stud I had ever met drove me straight into ecstasy.
I roared like a lion around his huge ebony knob, lifting his leg up in the air, mouthing him like a maniac. I held his sweating sable butt, cupping his bum in the palms of my hands, and his midnight-colored cock looked deep purple as it slid wetly in and out of my mouth. Both of us were breathing hard.
As we squirmed, wrestled, and writhed, a wave, an unbelievable rush consumed me. I arched my back with rutting lust, almost unconscious, powerless to do anything but obey the black power in my mouth and controlling my dong.
His mouth on my throbbing cock had ignited me like a blowtorch. I don't know how gigantic that orgasm was, but it was the longest one of my life.
As we both lay back against the seat panting, I glanced at my watch. "Son of a bitch! I missed my stop!"
"You gettin' off in Conleyville?" he asked. "I didn't know that. I'm sorry. I should have told you."
I couldn't believe it. "I didn't even realize the train stopped!"
"Yup. Train stopped in Conleyville for a total o' 15 minutes. That's when we were fuckin'. Y'all wanna get off at the next town?"
"Yeah, I guess I don't have any other choice."
Ace smiled. "In that case," he said, "I got a frien' I think y'all might like to meet."
"Huh?"
"We don't arrive at the next stop fo' another half-hour. Y'all ain't made love till y'all done made it in a caboose!"
As he led me from the car, though, I put my mouth close to his ear. "Don't forget those boots, man."