BLACKMALE (PART 13) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)
BLACKMALE (Part 13) BY: MOORE
Beauregard Jackson "BJ" Sumner III, a high school senior in 1977, was a cocksucker. BJ had earned his nickname three years earlier by blowing five of his friends one afternoon while swimming naked at Sumner Creek, two blow jobs apiece. Since that time, it was a rare day, an unhappy day, when BJ failed to find at least one dick to satisfy his craving for cum. Many young boys in Sumnerville experienced their first blow job, first wet cum, in BJ's mouth.
Twenty four years later his son, Cole Sumner, was following in his footsteps. Cole had traded blow jobs with a friend at an adult bookstore and would do so again. Like his father, however, like a real fag, Cole discovered that his greatest pleasure came from sucking cock. That he felt complete only when he had a dick in his mouth.
BJ went to school horny each day, looking for guys who would let him suck their dicks. By his senior year there weren't many. Many of the guys who used to enjoy a blow job had discovered girls, pussy, and had no use for "queer" BJ. He had to beg for quickies in the boys bathroom or a fast suck under the bleachers to quench his need for cock and thirst for a mouthful of cum. The white trash Davis twins were making him pay, two bucks a head, for the privilege of sucking their unwashed cocks.
Beau's reputation as a faggot cocksucker was an open secret. The younger boys were warned by their parents to stay away from that Sumner boy. The new principal, Mr. Flood, threatened suspension for any male teacher caught alone with Beau and dismissal if caught with their dick in his mouth. Teaching job versus blow job was the joke amongst the teachers. They all agreed it was a damn shame since BJ gave one helluva blow job, but teaching jobs were hard to come by in Sumnerville, MS.
Beau's best friend, Rod Parker, drove by each morning on the way to school. Beau had his own car, but he preferred to let Rod drive...., to keep his hands free. Some mornings, like when Rod's girlfriend was on the rag, Rod would let Beau suck him off on the drive to school. Beau would reach across the seat, unzip Rod and pull Rod's hardening cock through the fly. He had to work quickly since a fully hard Rod got stuck up in his jockeys. Beau would plunge his mouth down on his friend's fat cock and suck. The steering wheel limited Beau's head movement so Rod would thrust his hips, while driving the car, driving his cock into his friend's sucking mouth. Nearing orgasm, Rod would slow down the car, speed up his hips..., and blast off with spurts of fresh morning cum into his best friend's appreciative mouth.
Rod was late one steamy hot Monday morning and Beau, in shorts and T-shirt, was pacing. He'd been accepted to his father's alma mater, Franklin Sumner University, and had spent the weekend visiting the campus. Beau's great grandfather had been a founder of FSU and although he'd been there many times before, this was the first time he had gone alone and stayed overnight. He was anxious to tell his best friend all about the weekend and the college men he had met. Just thinking about the men of Beta Beta Chi was making him hard and hungry for cock. Finally, Rod's car was coming up the drive.
"You're late," Beau said sliding into the car and sliding his hand into Rod's nylon covered crotch. "I got Flood first period and you know he likes to bust my chops. The homophobic prick'd throw me outta school if he could, so I couldn't graduate next month. One blow job is all it would take. If I could just get Flood's dick in my mouth, suck him off one time, I bet he'd ease up on me."
"Forget about Flood's cock." Rod lifted Beau's hand and placed it inside his shorts. "Feel that cock BJ? I'm late this mornin' cause that cock was out late the last two nights. Me and a few a the boys went drivin' around shanty town and found us a real coop'rative colored girl. Couldn't suck for shit..., we all agreed you're a much better cocksucker BJ, but man could she fuck. Kept fuckin' that nigger bitch all weekend , fillin' her pussy and mouth with white man cum and piss. Yeah piss too. Didn't like the piss, but who gives a shit. Niggers' gotta take whatever we white folks give 'em."
"Any white man cum left in those balls for a white cocksucker," Beau said.
"Don't tell me you didn't get enough dick while you were visitin' at Franklin Sumner? There's what, six hundred white guys at the school and no girls. Gotta be horny white guys who'd be happy to get a blow job from a fag like you BJ. No offense pal, but all a guy's gotta do is show you his cock and you're on your knees."
"Only five hundred white guys, Rod, and a hundred nigg, uh, blacks," Beau said as he pulled Rod's soft cock out of the leg of his shorts. "My dad went nuts, but the trustees had to admit blacks last year, integrate the school." Nibbling on the head of Rod's dick Beau mumbled softly, "I sucked my first black cock."
"What'd you say BJ?"
Beau licked a drop of precum from the stiffening dick and looked up at his friend. "I did my part for integration. I sucked black cock, Rod."
Rod jammed on the brakes and stopped the car just outside of the school parking lot. "You sucked nigger dick! You let a nigger stick his prick in your mouth, make you his cocksucker, pump a load of, ugh, nigger jizz in your mouth! Are you outta your fuckin' mind?" Rod pushed Beau away roughly and covered up his cock. "I can't believe you let a nigger boy fuck your mouth."
"Stop saying nigger," Beau insisted. "He's black and he's not a boy. Oliver, that's his name, is a man. A man with a man sized prick and I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I wanted to be his cocksucker. I want him to pump a load of his sperm into my mouth. I wanted to swallow Oliver's cum. Oliver's fraternity brothers thought it was cool having a white guy, a white fag like me, servicing black cock."
"Guys watched you Beau? Watched you suck nigg, ah, black dick?"
"They not only watched, Rod. I sucked off twenty two guys, all the black members of Beta Beta Chi. I woke up on Saturday with Oliver's dick in my mouth. That's right I slept with his cock in my mouth, and I woke him up with a blow job. I woke everybody up with a blow job. It was great Rod, just great. Hot man cream for breakfast on Saturday, and again on Sunday."
Oliver's fraternity, Beta Beta Chi, was organized in 1976 when blacks were first admitted to Franklin Sumner University. The black membership had no idea what Beta Beta Chi meant in Greek. To them it meant the Big Black Cocks of Fuck and Suck U. Members and pledges had to be black and they had to have a big cock, at least nine inches. As president, Oliver had volunteered the frat to host an incoming freshman during visitor's weekend and, by chance, BBC was selected to host Beauregard Jackson Sumner III.
"I've heard about this kid," Oliver said to his frat brothers. "Got a friend in Sumnerville and he told me the kid's got a reputation as a fag. No shit, the kid likes dick. Pass the word to all the brothers, we're gonna have fag night tonight. We'll see how Beauregard Jackson Sumner III likes dark meat and cream gravy."
Beau was bored listening to Dean Water's welcoming speech. The only reason he'd come to the visitor's weekend was to cruise for college cock. College men, lots of college men, who would let him suck their cocks. A confirmed cocksucker, Beau wasn't getting enough at home because of his reputation. Kenny and Kyle Davis were his only regulars. They made him pay for it, which made him feel like a whore, and lately they wanted more than a simple blow job. Fucking his face and filling his mouth with cum wasn't enough anymore. Now they wanted to fuck his ass too. Make him a pussy boy as they called it. Kyle's finger poking around in his ass hadn't felt bad while he was sucking Kenny's cock, but Beau wasn't ready to bend over and open his asshole for cock..., be a pussy boy for the Davis twins.
The Dean concluded his remarks at noon and introduced the student hosts who would lead each boy on an individual tour of the campus. Beau was paired with Oliver Carver.
"Hi, I'm Oliver Carver and you must be Mr. Sumner." Oliver was intentionally assuming the role of a good little nigger boy addressing his white master. Their roles would be reversed soon enough. "I've been assigned to show you around, sir, and answer your questions. I'm your boy for the weekend, sir."
"Yeah, I'm Beauregard Sumner."
Beau was a bit nervous as Oliver clasped his hand; he had never shaken the hand of a black person before. Beau's ever cruising eye didn't fail to notice the generous bulge in Oliver's slacks. Oliver was a stud. Physical contact with this chocolate colored adonis sent a thrill throughout his body. Beau's sexual needs, his hunger for cock and cum, were color blind.
Beau grew up in the deep south, a world where whites rarely spoke to blacks and never considered them as equals. Lincoln may have freed the slaves a hundred years ago, but in Beau's world blacks were still called niggers, were still treated like plantation slaves. Business owners, white masters, ruled over the blacks they employed in the most menial jobs at minimal pay. Niggers who failed to show proper respect, a submissive attitude, were dealt with harshly.
"So what would you like to see," Oliver said leading Beau by the hand towards the staff lounge exit. "How about we start at the new athletic complex?"
Beau could hardly focus, Oliver was tickling his palm. "Oh, uh that's fine," he managed to say. "And the dormitory building. I've been on campus lots of times with my family, but I've never seen the dorms. We always stay in a hotel when we visit. I, uh, want to party with the guys in the dorms. Maybe you could show me um, your room, where you, ah, sleep."
Beau really wanted to say, "I'm a faggot cocksucker Oliver. I want to go down on the guys in the dorm. I want to go down on you Oliver. Suck your dick and swallow your load."
Oliver intentionally brushed the back of Beau's hand across the front of his pants and said, "No problem. I can show you my room and there's a party going down tonight. Since you're a visitor, we'll make you the guest of honor."
Oliver really wanted to say, "Oh yeah, we're gonna party, you'll be going down tonight BJ. Down on your knees. Me and my frat brothers are gonna party in your cocksucker mouth tonight."
"Let's stop at the bathroom. I gotta take a leak," Beau said anxious to get a peek inside Oliver's pants.
"There's a staff bathroom over this way, sir."
The bathroom was empty as Beau and Oliver unzipped in front of the urinals. Beau's eyes widened as Oliver hauled out his big black dick and started to piss. "You want to eat lunch before we start the tour Mr. Sumner?" Oliver said.
This is going to be easy, Beau thought. He's playing right into my hand. The way he keeps calling me Mr. Sumner and sir, respectful. He won't make a big deal over a fag like me sucking his dick. Not like back home where I have to beg the guys to let me blow 'em. Eyes glued to Oliver's pissing dick Beau smiled and said, "Yeah, I'd like to eat."
Dick in hand, Oliver turned to face Beau and, no longer playing the part of the respectful little nigger boy, said, "I hear you're a good eater, BJ. That is your nickname, isn't it? BJ, short for blow job. Never could figure out why it's called a blow job though.... when it's really a suck job. But you're the expert so tell me. What do you do, BJ? Do you blow or do you suck?"
"I um, uh, ah, I ah, s, su, suck," Beau stuttered.
"That's what I thought, suck not blow."
This was not going according to Beau's plan. "Who um, ah, told ..., how did you um, ah, know that I am a c c co, um, um, ah....., ah c co...."
"What are you saying? Spit it out. Tell me...., BOY," Oliver demanded.
"COCKSUCKER, COCKSUCKER," Beau cried out. "I'm a cocksucker, a fag, a homo, queer." The words spewed forth. "A guy stick his dick in my mouth and I suck it. Suck his dick until he cums, shoots a load of jizz, spunk, in my mouth, all over my face. One guy, lots of guys, pricks, dicks, cocks. Love it, need it." Beau sighed, spent. "How did you know that I'm a cocksucker?"
"Doesn't matter how I know, boy, and anyway," Oliver decided to have a little fun, "Cocksucker lips, you've got cocksucker lips. Look in the mirror. See how your lips are kind of thick. Black guys are born with thick lips, but white boy's lips get thick from being stretched. Those lips of yours have been stretched around a lot of cocks. Judging by your lips I'd say you've been sucking cock for a long time. Am I right, boy?"
"Since I'm 14. I've been a cocksucker for three years," Beau admitted as he grasped Oliver's cock and rubbed his thumb across the pee slit. "You've got a real nice cock Oliver. Want to see how I got my nickname..., please?"
Maybe there was hope. If he had to beg, he would beg. He would do anything. Without waiting for a reply, Beau fell to his knees and wrapped his lips around the very large mushroom head of Oliver's fat, but still soft, black cock.
Oliver smiled down at another in a long line of gay white boys with a hunger for black cock. Once again Oliver was a black master controlling his white slave boy. Oliver was straight, but gay boys, black and white, had been attracted to him since junior high school. One look at his cock in the shower was enough. Early on, Oliver had noticed a difference between gay blacks and gay whites. Gay blacks wanted to suck his dick, feel his tight body, but not much more.
Gay whites, on the other hand, gay white southern boys were slaves to cock. Slaves to cock in general and for some reason, black cock in particular. Descended from slave owners and raised with the lingering traditions of slavery, white southern boys were familiar with the master/slave relationship. Gay white southern boys, hungry for black cock, willingly degraded themselves and easily assumed the role of submissive white slave to a superior black master. Oliver was 12 when he had his first experience with a white boy. Jefferson Davis Winslow, Jr., the 15 year old son of a wealthy landowner, sucked Oliver's cock one afternoon when the boys were alone. Until J.D. Winslow, Sr. threw him out of the house a year later, Jeff had enslaved himself to Oliver.
Beau's mouth felt good around his cock, but Oliver wasn't going to settle for a quick blow job from the fag. There'd be plenty of time for blow jobs, and a whole lot more, after he had reduced this gay boy from a proud white southern family, into his personal slave.
"Who said you could put my dick in your mouth? Look at me slave boy, your master is talking to you."
Oliver's spit soaked cock head fell from BJ's mouth. A mixture of drool and precum clung to his lips. Beauregard Jackson Sumner III looked up submissively, slave to master. Family traditions that were generations old, about to be broken by sexual need. "Please Oli...Mast...."
The past meant nothing to Beau. Family, tradition, white, black. The only thing that mattered was now...., and the cock hanging in front of his face. "Please Master," he whispered.
Oliver ran the head of his cock along BJ's nose and mouth leaving a wide trail of shiny precum. In sharp contrast to the coal black shaft, the head was light brown, almost pink. "Speak up slave boy. What do you want?"
Beau's erect dick, painfully confined in his pants, throbbed as his senses of smell and touch reacted to Oliver's cock. Tasting the sweet precum painted on his lips brought him close to soiling his shorts with a load of cum.
"Please Master, please," BJ begged. "Please let me..., slave boy, suck, fag boy, your cock...." Finally, with all the humility he could muster and as a sign of his complete and total subjugation, BJ reverently kissed the very tip of Oliver's penis.
Oliver laughed in triumph. "Good slave."
"Yes Master."
"Nice clothes slave boy. Take 'em off."
"Yes master." Beau was naked and back on his knees in a flash. He would spend the next 36 hours naked, servicing his master and his master's many friends.
"Open my pants slave. Lick my nuts."
For the next several minutes BJ made a pig of himself in Oliver's sweaty crotch. Licking each hairy black ball until they were dripping with saliva. Coarse black pubic hairs dotted his face which was sticky with a mixture of sweat and spit.
"Enough slave."
"Yes Master,"
"Tell me slave. Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you Master. I'm your slave."
"What kind of slave are you?"
"A white boy slave, Master. A faggot cocksucking white boy slave."
Oliver's dick, a respectable five plus inches when soft, more than doubled in size when erect. An impressive twelve inches of coke bottle thick, rock hard black meat, capped by a large and well defined mushroom head. A pair of low hanging balls, which produced copious amounts of sperm, completed the package. When fully erect, the cockhead swelled to nearly twice its already large size. The ridge circling the head would fan out like an umbrella.
Oliver loved to fuck, but not too many young lovlies were willing to spread their legs for him and his twelve inch pussy stretcher. Those that did were quickly reduced to whimpering masses of flesh, unable to dislodge Oliver's expanded cockhead from their cunt, tied to Oliver like a bitch in heat by his cock. Attending Franklin Sumner University, an all male school, compounded the problem. Oliver was forced to make a choice. Jerk off like some adolescent kid or use submissive white boys like the gay fag groveling at his feet.
Pleased with his new slave's responses Oliver said, "Suck me fag."
"Thank you Master."
BJ happily guided Oliver's black dick into his mouth. He sucked greedily, tasting the accumulated precum, and swirled his tongue all around the large head. Slowly but steadily, inch after inch of shiny fat prick snaked into the cocksucker's mouth until BJ's nosed was pressed hard up against Oliver's pubes. Feeling the cockhead enter his throat, BJ thought he had it all. But the cock continued to grow deeper into his throat, tiny spurts of cum lubricating the way. BJ wanted to bob his head up and down, work the cock for a load of the cum he craved, but Oliver held him tightly by the ears as his fat dick forced its way into a narrow and previously unexplored region of BJ's throat. The head of Oliver's cock grew larger, the ridge expanded, and BJ, eyes bulging in horror, was stuck. Stuck, speared, hooked, impaled. He couldn't move his head forward. He couldn't move his head backward. His throat was clamped tightly around Oliver's dick. Like mating animals; a mare tied to a stallion's cock, a cow tied to a bull's cock, BJ was tied by the mouth to Oliver's cock.
Oliver, legs spread, hands on hips said, "How do you like getting your faced fucked like an animal slave boy?"
BJ's eyes looked up at his master and blinked once. The cock lodged in his throat was painful, but the pain was eased by the constant drip of precum and occasional spurt of cum. What was a little pain anyway when BJ was in cocksucker heaven. The only thing missing was a mouth full of sperm laced semen.
Beau loved cum with all of his senses. He loved to hear guys say I'm cumming and hear jets of cum splat on his face. He loved to see and touch cum pooled in his belly button, dripping on his face and drying to a crust on his chest. He loved to smell cum on his breath, in his hair and on his skin. Most of all he loved the taste of cum. Cum pooled in his mouth, coating his tongue. Cum licked off a hairy nutsack or sucked out of a dense bush of pubic hair. Cum mixed with sweat, spit or a drop or two of urine.
Oliver checked his watch. He had arranged to meet several frat brothers outside the staff lounge about now. "Let's go for a walk slave," Oliver said. "I need some fresh air. You stink from white slave boy sweat."
Beau had to put his hands on the floor and crawl on all fours as Oliver walked backwards towards the bathroom door. He crawled after his master like a well trained puppy on a leash, dick wagging back and forth. Only this leash was not attached to a collar around his neck. BJ's leash was a 12 inch black dick lodged in his throat. Oliver opened the bathroom door and walked his slave into the hallway. Face pulled tight to his master's crotch, BJ could see nothing but pubic hair, but he heard the laughter. No stranger to sucking cock in front of a crowd, BJ was mortified to think that a bunch of strangers were watching his humiliation.
"Men of Beta Beta Chi," Oliver began. "Allow me to introduce you to Beauregard Jackson Sumner, the guest of honor at tonight's fag party. I know you will all make him feel welcome and treat him with all the respect that a....gay faggot cocksucking white slave boy deserves."
And they did.