Randy Richards was computer surfing one day under his screen-name "whtop4sub", checking out replies to a post he ran in one of the dungeon clubs he belonged to on line. The message read: "6 foot tall dominate 39 y/o whtmale looking for live-in submissive slave botm to worship my strong insatiable 9" cock day and night. Serious replies only. No bullshitters. No FEMS. No sissies. Real men only need apply." There were noless then 15 eligible responses to his search on this particular day, but only one that caught his eye. It was posted by someone calling themselves "totalblk". His response read: "19 yr old blkman. Curious. Never been with a man before, but willing to learn. Hit me back. Peace." Randy sat back in his computer chair, and rubbed his thickening meat through his short sweats at the idea of having a young black slaveboy. He hit the email address up, and after a brief time of email tag, set up a meeting with the 19 year old for the following week. The boy agreed to meet him in a "public place", and Randy suggested they meet face to face at a coffee cafe downtown. One Randy was familiar with.
Randy got to the cafe a little early, to ensure that they got a good table. He placed his order with the waitress, and awaited for his date to arrive. He watched the door for any black men that might walk through resembling "totalblk's" description. He spotted a couple of them in the place already, there was one black male with dred-locks near the back window, drinking coffee and reading the city paper. He looked to be about 40ish and dressed in a business suit, so Randy knew he wasn't his boy. Another one stood at the counter placing a large order to go. He was stocky, big butt and wide hips. He seemed to be in his late 20's. Randy knew that wasn't the boy either. All the rest of the patrons were of white descent.
About 10 minutes after his arrival, a young handsome black male entered the cafe carrying a back pack over his right shoulder. He was 5'11" with pretty brown skin, 140lbs, short cut hair, smooth clean face, full thick lips, and brown eyes. Randy couldn't quite make out his exact physique, as the boy was dressed in baggy jeans and an over sized button down shirt and timberlands. He looked very much like the street thugs Randy would see being arrested on the tv show COPS.
Randy thought the boy looked a little nervous, as he searched the shop for his blind-date. He waved the young black over (hoping it was him, and that he hadn't only showed up to chicken out). The boy sat down, and placed his back pack under the table.
"I'm Randy." the dominate white man said, stretching his hand across the table to shake.
"Jeffery." said the black kid, grasping Randy's large hot pale hand. Randy squeezed the shy boy's knuckles, to let him know how strong he was, and that he was nothing to mess with. Randy thought it was important to establish up front who the boss was.
At 39, Randy was in magnificent shape for a guy his age. He worked out 3 to 4 days aweek with weights, just to keep his lean muscular body well trimmed. He was bald head, with a thin mustache and goatee. He wore a small silver ball pearcing through the bottom part of his lip, as well as through his tongue. He also had his left ear and both nipples pearced. He wore torn faded blue jeans, a white sleeveless shirt to show off the various tattoos up and down his biceps, a black leather vest with silver chains dangling from the pockets, and black leather boots which he knew made him look like a tough rough kick ass biker-thug. He loved the way first time meeters would openly gawked at his image, not knowing what to make of him. And that was just the way Randy liked it.
"You drink coffee?" he asked the boy, staring him directly in the eyes once he let go of his trembling hand. Randy knew the dominate male always took the upper-hand by establishing eye contact right from the start.
"Uh, yes." Jeffery answered back, diverting his eyes from the inspecting man. Randy called the waitress over and placed their orders. The woman looked the unlikely pair over suspiciously as she sashayed her way over to the counter, garnering a grimacing look for a growingly disturbed Randy.
"So, whadda ya think?" asked Randy, refering to his looks. "Not what ya was expectin?" he smiled, showing off his beautiful dimples. The waitress came back with the orders before Jeffery could answer. She carefully placed their cups down on the table, lingering as if wondering what the odd couple could possibly be talking about. Randy cursed her under his breath as she slowly made her way back to the counter to wait two women whom had just entered.
"Cunt." he whispered with angry eyes, before returning his attentions back to Jeffery and begining a series of small talk which resulted in him revealing that he had been married many years ago while serving in the United States Army. He discovered his alternate sexuality while in the service, and had his first "house-boy" soon after his divorce. Jeffery revealed that he was the youngest boy of 6 kids (all brothers). His parents divorced when he was still very young. He worked in the city mall in one of the clothing stores not too far from where they were now. He had a girl friend named Chantal, but was had always been curious about gay sex but was way too afraid to engage in anything with anyone from his own neighborhood.
"What'r you most curious about?" asked Randy, feeling his dick grow in his pants as he undressed the boy with his eyes.
Randy thought for a minute. "Sucking dick, I guess." he replied, bashfully.
"What else?" asked Randy, massaging the lump rapidly inching down his left leg. The boy certainly had dick sucking lips, he thought.
Jeffery looked around the cafe to be sure noone was listening. "I dunno." he said, too ashamed to admit it aloud.
Randy reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his brown worn leather wallet. "My ad states I'm looking for a live-in slave. If we decide to hookup, you down with movin in with me, and becomin my bitch?" Randy asked bluntly. He saw Jeffery's facial expression flinch at the words "slave" and "bitch". He purposely choose those words to let the naive boy know exactly what he was getting himself into, should he decide to go home with Randy. Jeffery looked confused.
"What exactly is a submissive slave's obligations?" he asked timidly. Randy sat back in his seat, strumming his fingers along the table. He would have fun breaking this blackboy in, if they decided to go through with it.
"Well, I'd make you my bitch for one thing." Randy informed, emphasizing the word "bitch". "You'd be responsible for all the household chores such as cookin, cleanin, washin clothes, ironin, grocery shoppin, et cetera-et cetera. Then when I got home, you'd be responsible for making my hard cock go limp." Randy leaned across the table to get Jeffery's undivided attention. "And my cock stays hard for hours and hours." he smirked.
Jeffery swallowed nervously. "Is it hard now?" he asked curiously.
"Yes it is." admitted Randy. Jeffery smiled. The thought of a hard dick sitting across from him made his own dick start to stiffen.
"Do you want to see it?" Randy offered.
Jeffery's nervousness returned. "Now? Here?" he asked, looking around the room.
"Yeah. We could go into the mensroom. You could receive your first official cocksucking lesson from me." Jeffery's dick throbbed in his pants. The thought of sucking cock appealed to him, but not in public. He was from a rough neighborhood where the term "cocksucker" was an insult. Noone wanted to be considered gay where he was from. Gay meant weak, weak meant you became a victim. Jeffery didn't was be a victim. Even the known gays in his "hood" wore "thug gear".
Randy fell silent, he knew the boy would need some coaxing. "I'm headin' for the lil' boy's room,-" he said, getting up at their table. He reached into his wallet and tossed a 5 dollar bill on the surface for their drinks and the tip. Jeffery got an eye full of the huge lump stretching down Randy's pant leg, and licked his lips wantoningly. "-if you serious about this, I'll be in there waitin for you." Their eyes locked. "Just don't make me wait too long. If you not in there in 5 minutes, I'm walkin out the front door, and goin home. Alone." Jeffery's eyes widened in panic.
"No, wait, please...." he whispered, trying not to attract attention. "....not here...." Randy ignored Jeffery's discreet crys, and headed for the mensroom at the end of the cafe. Jeffery looked around nervously. His dick deflated as he thought about the test before him. He knew Randy was showing his power. He knew Randy called the shots. He knew that if he failed this test, he'd never get the chance to try out all the things he dreamt of doing with another man.
Jeffery picked up his bag, and slowly headed towards the exit. He was from a hard hood, and couldn't let himself "go out like that". When he got outside the cafe, he stopped in his tracks. He saw the Harley Davison parked near the curb, and knew whom it belonged to without even having seen the owner. Jeffery had never admitted it to himself, but he had always found white men to be sexy. And the white biker that had been seated across from him had been one of the sexiest he'd ever laid eyes on. He looked back through the window at the mensroom door in the back of the establishment, and said "fuck it" to himself. He made an about-face, and headed back in towards the back of the cafe, -bypassing a nice looking black business man with dreds that sat near the back right next to the mensroom door. The two men acknowledged eachother by nodding their heads ever so slightly. When Jeffery reached for the door-knob, dreds warned him that "I think theres someone in there". Jeffery smiled faintly, then entered the single occupancy room quickly before the man could repeat himself.
"Thought you'd never show." Randy said, slightly annoyed by the wait.
"Sorry. The waitress was nosing around." Jeffery fibbed. Randy was leaning against the sink, his legs crossed at the ankles, his arms across his chest.
"Well, we ain't got all day. Show me what you know so far."
"Why do we have to do it here?" whined Jeffery. "Can't we go someplace more private? Like your house?" Randy looked cross. He grabbed the boy by the back of his head and pulled him in close to him, face to face.
"If yur going to be my slave, you need to do what I ask, when I ask. With NO questions. Understand?" Jeffery gulped. His first instinct was to get the hell up out of there, but Randy had his hand tightly wrapped around his head, holding him in close.
Randy looked the frightened man/child dead in the eye. This certainly was one sexy black kid, he thought. He leaned forward, unable to resist the handsome lad's sensuous lips, and kissed the stricken boy right in the mouth. Randy's wet tongue drilled into the boys shocked orifice. Jeffery tried to wiggle away from the unsuspected attack, but Randy held fast.
"Ummph! Ummph! Ummph!" Jeffery struggled, pressing his palms up to Randy's chest. Randy wrapped his muscular arms around the kids back, drawing him in closer. He pressed his searching tongue into the boys mouth deeper, determined to show the boy who was in control.
Randy reached down and caressed Jeffery's plump buttock through the heavy material of his baggy acid jeans. He squeezed the twin globes in his huge hands, mauling them like ripe melons. Jeffery's crotch was pressed firmly into Randy's, and their two hardon mounds grind into eachother madly. Randy could tell that Jeffery was nolonger struggling to get free. He was now willingly sucking on the invading tongue with his mouth. He sighed in frustration as years of pent passion came bubbling out of him in a lustful wave. He didn't know being manhandled could be so exciting. He had never kissed a man in the mouth before. He could feel the roughness of Randy's facial stubble scratching his smooth flawless baby soft skin. Randy broke the kiss. Jeffery's mouth sought to reattach itself to the older man's, wanting to feel more of the forceful tongue sucking. But Randy had other plans.
Jeff felt Randy's hand on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees on the floor infront of him. "Open my pants." he ordered sternly, again showing Jeffery who was boss.
Jeffery looked up at him with big brown pleading eyes, then reached up with both hands, and began to unfasten Randy's belt and unzip his pants. Randy wasn't wearing underwear, so his half hard cock and balls spilled out into view immediately once the pants were opened. Jeffery groaned with lust when he saw the pink cock and balls for the up close first time.
"Lick it." Randy ordered. Jeffery hesitated. He had to stare at the large white reddening cock for a minute. He studied the long shaft which bent slightly to the left. There was a little skin bunched up behind the fat bulbous head, that gave the illusion of a slight foreskin. Jeffery could still taste Randy's saliva in his mouth. He felt Randy's hand rest on the top of his head, bringing him in closer to the hot cock before him. The round head was only an inch or so away, disappearing under the sight of his nose.
"I said lick it!" repeated Randy, snapping the boy out of his daydream. Jeffery extending his tongue, and began licking at the piss slit before him, bathing the round cock head in spit. He marveled at how strange the spongy head felt against his curious tongue. He licked his way down one side of the long white shaft, then up the other side using the same loving strokes, licking at it as if it were his favorite flavored lollipop. He licked lavishly at the top side, as well as the under belly, causing the upright cock to glisten with his warm saliva.
Randy liked watching the boy enjoy himself. He knew the kid liked what he was doing by the feverish way he lapped at his dick. He knew Jeffery was a born cocksucker whom lacked the right master to teach him the fine arts of pleasing a master. He knew Jeffery would be on his knees sucking other cocks the instant they left the cafe. The thought of the handsome black serving other cocks made Randy hot to cum. He wasn't yet sure if Jeffery was worthy to come home with him, but the kid was definitely worthy to taste his first mouthful of Randy's hot spicy jizm. Jeffery was really getting into licking the hard column of flesh, when Randy suddenly placed a hand on Jeff's forehead and roughly pushed him back. Jeffery looked up at him with disappointment, having already missed the taste of the hot cock on his tongue.
"What's wrong?" he asked, eyeing the solid flesh bobbing before his eyes.
"We ain't got much time before that nosey ass waitress realize we in here." stated Randy, ready to get down to business. "We'd betta do what we came in here ta do before she comes knockin onna door." he said, placing both hands along the sides of Jeffery's cranium. Jeffery allowed his face to be guided towards the dangling cock before him. He licked his lips in slutty anticipation as the fat tip touched his moist lips for only the second time in his life. He stole a quick smootch on its head before parting his thick lips and allowing it to slip in his virgin mouth. The hard flesh fill his oral cavity easily. He moved his mouth back and forth along the thick shaft just as his girlfriend had done his many times over. It was like sucking a giant popsicle that you could not chew. He sucked and slurped along the fleshy phallus, coating its length with the excess spit from his oral glands.
"Like that, eh?" asked Randy, slowly moving his hips back and forth, feeding the kneeling boy his huge pipe.
"Mmmm!" moaned Jeffery, feeling his mouth slide easily across the slickened surface of Randy's cock. He was only able to work a quarter of shaft in his mouth due to his inexperience, but was already turning into quite a cocksucker. Wanting desperately to satisfy the white man, Jeffery stuffed his mouth full of meat, gagging hard once the round head hit the start of his throat.
"Easy..." warned Randy, watching half of his reddened cock sticking preposterously out of Jeffery's mouth. Jeffery pulled back defeatedly. He looked at the huge cock crosseyed, as if trying to figure out a strategy to get the monster down.
"Just suck on it..." requested Randy, "...it takes practice and skill to be able to swallow a cock whole."
Jeffery nodded his head in agreement, then quietly went back to sucking his first cock. He moved his mouth back and forth along the quarter he was most comfortable with, loving the way it felt to his lips and tongue. Randy felt his dickhead bump into the start of Jeffery's tight throat from time to time, but didn't want to push the boy past his limits so soon. He would have liked nothing better than to seriously face fuck the boy, but didn't feel that the mensroom of an in-town coffee shoppe was the right place and time. He thought that the boy was a long way from deep throating, but figured afew private "in house" sessions of throat cramming would cure that flaw.
Jeffery felt the dickhead bump into the start of his throat as well, but could not seem to get the bulbous head to go down as the women in his brother's porno collection had done. He really liked the way the cock felt in his mouth, and wondered why he wasted so much time getting around to trying it. It was definitely something he would rectify from now on.
Randy grabbed the sides of Jeffery's head, and began to rock his hips back and forth. Jeffery could feel his mouth generating volumes of saliva as the cock fucked his mouth. The thick spittle was forming around the space where Jeffery's lips and Randy's shaft met. It bubbled around the edges, and slowly began to drip down Jeffery's chin, and soak the front of his shirt collar. Jeffery began to become comfortable with the feeling of Randy's dick between his lips, and was now taking more of the shaft inside his mouth. With Randy's hands guiding his head movements, Jeffery allowed Randy to spear his oral cavity with over half the thick shaft of his might ivory. Randy liked the way the boy gaped his mouth open, and allowed him full access at his own whim. He knew the boy would be a good cocksucker from first glance.
"Yeeeh-" Randy sighed in satisfaction, shoving his dick back and forth, generating a strong friction in the boy's mouth. He could feel the oven hot heat of the boys jungle mouth working along half his shaft. He liked watching half his meat disappear between the dark lips, only to re-emerge slimy with the boy's spit. He liked watching the boy labor over his cock, trying his best to satisfy him, -just as a nigger slave should.
Randy's hands were on the back of Jeffery's head. He held the boy firmly as he fucked his mouth harder, shoving his meat with force. Jeffery was gagging on every in-stroke, trying not to barf as the cockhead started to pearce his throat.
"UHG! UHG! UHG!" Jeffery gagged everytime the dick speared him.
"Take it boy! Swallow that dick!" encouraged Randy, ducking the open mouth in earnest. Jeff felt his face grow flush. Tears started to streak his face as he stopped sucking and merely held his mouth open to be royally fucked. Randy took full advantage of the boy's submissiveness, and fucked his mouth all the harder. He was building himself up to a fast climax, partly due to the fact that he was on a time limit and not all that comfortable with their location. But he could feel his hairy balls tightening in the low hanging sack as he watched the good looking black teen desperately try to take all of his meat. He knew by the throbbing in his cock that he would soon be white washing the black's throat with the kid's first taste of cum. The idea nearly sent him into a pre-mature ejaculation, precum was now coating the back of Jeffery's throat. Randy tilted the boy's head back slightly, his cock still running back and forth feverishly over the spongy lips.
"Ya want this hot cum?" Randy asked between breaths. He couldn't get enough of seeing his red cock moving in and out of those big bubbling brown lips.
"Ugh-huh..!" Jeff gasped. Trying to talk with your mouth full of gigantic dick wasn't an easy feat. Randy took that as a "yes", and pulled his entire cock free from the boy's sucking mouth. Jeffery's mouth lay open, worn and wet from over use. His chin was soaked with saliva, as was the front of his shirt. He watched as Randy fisted his upright cock with his left hand, the reddened head swelling like a balloon about to burst.
With his free hand, Randy shoved Jeffery's head down closer to his cock. He wanted the boy close to catch his load. Jeffery watched as the white man fisted his cock furiously, his saliva making loud wet sounds where Randy's fist pumped.
"Ya want this cum?" asked Randy, almost taunting the boy.
"Yes..." whispered Jeffery, curious of how the first load would taste.
Randy continued to jack, his fist was almost a blur as it sped back and forth. "I'm about ta cum for ya, baby." he warned. Jeffery moved in closer on instinct. "When I cum, I want ya ta open yur mouth as wide as ya can. I want ya ta take all of this whiteboy nutt into yur mouth, and I want ya ta swallow it all down. Anything ya miss, you'll have to lick up later. Ya got me?" Jeffery nodded "yes", tilting his head back and extending his tongue.
Randy picked up the pace on his cock. He kept his eyes on the kid below, watching his handsome face, wet with his own spit, as he extending his mouth like a bird waiting to be fed. "UH!" he groaned, feeling the first wave of orgasm shoot up through his loins.
"Oh yeh boy, open your mouth! I'm about to flood that pretty niggerboy mouth of yurs!!" yelled Randy, prompting Jeffery to wonder if the patrons in the cafe could hear them, especially the handsome "dreadlocks" sitting right outside the door.
Jeffery watched as Randy's eyes rolled up into the back of his head. He saw the cockhead pulse and widen, then suddenly saw the first spurt of cum shoot out of Randy's woody and land on his forehead. Randy moaned out loud as Jeffery closed his left eye just in time as a second load shot out across his left eye and eyebrow. The third shot hit Jeffery just below his nostrils as the rest of Randy's juice dribbled out into his tongue and cheeks, coating them in potent cream.
"Swallow it!" ordered Randy, once looking down at the mess he'd made. Jeffery hesitated, feeling humiliated. Randy didn't waste a minute repeating himself. He simply reared back his large hand, and landed it across Jeffery's right facial cheek. Jeffery got the point, closed his mouth, and swallowed all the thick cream coating his newly talented tongue.
"Good boy." smiled Randy, placing the head of his dick into Jeffery's mouth to let the boy suck it clean. Jeffery sucking lovingly on the fat shrinking head, collecting cum on his tongue which was still hidden somewhere in the shaft, and swallowing it down without having to be told.
Randy leaned back on the sink, gathering his strength as he watched the black boy complete his first successful training session. He patted the boy lovingly on the top of his head, then helped him up on his feet. Jeffery's own erection was tenting the front of his pants, but Randy ignored it, tucking away his own cock and zipped up his pants.
"You did good for yur first try." he complimented. Jeffery smiled, weakly. His erection bent painfully in his pants. "Lets get out of here." Randy said, turning towards the door. Jeffery looked into the mensroom mirror, seeing his face coated with streaks of cum. He reached for a paper towel, but was suddenly stopped by Randy.
"Leave it on." he said, grabbing the boy's arm.
"Huh?" replied Jeffery, thinking he was hearing things.
"I said, leave the cum there. Don't wipe it off."
"But... but if I don't, everyone will know I was...". Randy grabbed the stricken boy by the arm, and shoved him out of the mensroom ahead of him.
"You gonna have ta learn ta follow orders." Randy said, picking up Jeff's bag, and following him out. Jeffery looked around the room embarrassed. He felt like every eye in the store was on him. An older man at the counter was looking at him, and instantly noticed the white cumly slime streaking the young blacks face, and smirked. The waitress did a double take, as she cleaned Randy's table off. She too noticed the white streaks, stuffed the 5 dollar bill into her pocket, rolled her eyes and stormed off behind the counter. Jeff looked over to the left of him, and found Mr. "dreads" still sitting there. He was looking up from his paper at the two men. He had heard Jeffery gagging in the room, and knew well had been going on. He sat his paper down on his table and openly began to rub himself infront of the lad, letting the youngster know that if he was interested, there was a second dick in the shoppe willing to fuck his sexy face. Jeffery stopped in his tracks. This was totally unexpected, and he found himself intrigued. Randy shoved Jeffery forward from the back.
"No black cocks for you, nigger-slave." he said, loud enough for "dreadlocks" to hear. Jeffery was totally embarrassed. He lowered his head in shame, and allowed himself to be lead out the front door. Randy's bike was still parked out front. He donned on his helmet, and straddled his ride, then motioned for Jeffery to do the same. The boy straddled in close behind, wrapping his hands around the man's tight waist. Within seconds they were off, headed towards Jeffery's new home. All along their ride through the crowded downtown streets, everyone seemed to be looking at Jeffery's face, and noting the now dried streaks trailing across it. Randy smiled silently to himself. This would be a new experience for the both of them what with Jeffery never having been with a man before, and with Randy never having had a nigger-slave before. The two would have to learn alot about eachother, and Randy's cock was already stiffening just thinking about it.