Cub Boy Training

Guys, This episode shows a bit of tenderness toward Joey. Bare with me, I work back into the exotic, dominant and kinky again soon; as it is my pleasure also as a dominant Bear Man. Thanks for all the emails guys! Love you all! I'll work on keeping you up! Bert email: bertcarley@goldrush.com

Cub Boy Training #6: Trooper Gallagher and the return of Amos, the black adonis.

Trooper Jerry Gallagher and I had set up his computer, taken a few pictures with his new digital camera. He aggressively seized me, molested me and showed me what he liked to do with young boys. We had more than just the usual quick roll in the hay. This trooper was a true stud and knew how to get me to satisfy. As the sequence ended, he had just rolled off me and turned me on my side, pulled my butt up to his groin and pulled me up against his chest. He sniffed at my neck and golden locks, let out a low moan, then whispered. "Time for a little nap Joey!" This was nice, very nice, cuddled up with Trooper Jerry Gallagher, his scent all over me. However, we never cleaned up and my skeet was still all over his front side and rubbing off his stomach and chest against my back. We both fell asleep together in that position!

I had no idea how long we had napped when the phone rang. When he started to lean back to grab it off the nightstand, he let out a yelp. "Ouch!" My skeet had dried, gluing his chest and stomach hair to my back. His move had pulled hair; obviously leaving some attached to my back. I could only hear one side of their conversation, but it was apparently a friend of his on the other end. They talked for just a short while until Jerry said, "Not today buddy, I'm on call and have a young man here setting up my new computer. I have next weekend off. Maybe we can take the bikes on a run up to Guerneville and stay in the cabins. I should have the new air shield and saddlebags by then. Chow Ted!" He hung up and turned back and asked, "You awake Joey?" I answered, "Yes Sir!"

He snuggled up behind me again, lifted the sheet off my shoulder and said. "That is a nice hairy back you have now Joey; only it is black hair and doesn't match your golden locks. Not attractive at all! Now where could that have come from?" He popped me on the ass and snuggled up against me again and I felt Chubby began to lengthen and expand against my buns. "See what you do to me Joey. Feels like Chubby wants to play some more!" He tickled me and it made me jump. I tried to pull from him and escape his horseplay, but he was too quick for me and had me pinned on my back, him on top continuing to romp and play grab ass.

I shouted, "Sir you're going to make me pee all over your bed; I have to go like a racehorse." He backed off and rolled over on to his feet on the floor, lifted me to my feet, popped me on the ass and said. "To the bathroom with you then Blondie!" He was right on my tail playing grab ass all the way to the John. We stood side by side relieving ourselves. I watched Chubby spew, mesmerized at his beauty, all surrounded in a nest of beautiful glistening black hair. When Jerry milked the last droplets from the long foreskin I wanted to drop to my knees right there and rub my face in the nest and run my tongue up between his foreskin and bulb and savor the flavor. Instead, I put my head to his chest and just inhaled his wonderful scent, looking down and admiring his manhood.

"Well Joey, what say we clean that nasty hair off your back. To the shower boy!" After he rubbed me under a spray of warm water with a bar of soap, top to bottom, it was my turn to hold the soap and return the ritual. I lost it totally, dropped to my knees and sucked Chubby into my mouth. He was not prepared for my aggressive behavior and started to push me away. I would not let go, holding him to me with both my arms wrapped around his thighs. Chubby quickly gave me the advantage, taking control of his actions. He was mine now as his back went flat against the tiled stall, his legs bowed, spreading wide, letting me have full access. I rolled my tongue up into his long foreskin and circled his glands. He began to moan and slowly rotate his groin as I gathered the wonderful taste that still lingered within. I worked the foreskin back with one hand and fondled his balls with the other licking, sucking and running my tongue up and down his shaft. His knees were shaking; Chubby was in full bloom, the bulbous head pulsating against my tongue. My reward shot over my tongue and filled my mouth. I just hung, working my tongue and swallowing the nectar until it became too sensitive for him and he pulled my head away. All he muttered was. "Oh Joey Baby!" His legs were still shaking and his eyes glazed over as I looked up to his face. I grabbed the soap and cleaned Chubby, holding the foreskin back to do a thorough job. I rubbed my face in his groin, planted a big kiss on the head of Chubby, rose to me feet and hugged my trooper. He kissed me on the forehead, turned me away, popped me on the ass and ushered me out of the shower stall. After we dried and I was drying my hair with his hairdryer, he stood and watched me work his brush through the long golden locks and creating a ponytail.

"You are one beautiful young man Joey! You must know that, but let me confirm that fact for you! Your parents certainly must be beautiful people too to have given you such perfect genes. Are both your dad and your mother blond too? I answered, "Yes Sir! My dad has blond hair and light hazel eyes; my mother is a true, blue eyed blond. Everyone says I have my mother's complexion, eyes and hair, but I look like my dad. He is definitely a handsome devil. Do you really like blondes Sir? He said, "Yes Joey, I sure do son! You know it is true - opposites attract! Just look at me, Black Irish, dark, hairy and second-generation oversexed cop. I have three brothers and two sisters." He laughed! "How's that for breeding more Catholics. The pope should be proud of the Gallagher family! What say we get dressed and go get us something to eat before I die from starvation Joey!" I cleaned, lubed and replace my butt plug and started to dress, stepping into the boxers, then the baggie pants. He watched me as the pants slid down off my hips showing about two inches of my boxers above the waistband of the pants, as I pulled the oversized jumper over my head. He asked, "How you keep those pants from falling off when you walk Joey?" I answered, "Here, I'll show you!" I pulled a grocery store baggie tie from my pocket, looped it through the top buttonhole, then looped around the top metal button. I cinched it up just tight enough so my pants rode just above the base of my dick. "See, they kind of ride on my penis in the front and on my buns in the rear." He just smiled and asked no more as he put on a nice pair of light gray tailored slacks that seemed to stretch and cling to his crotch. He pulled a purple polo shirt over his head and slipped into a pair of loafers. On the way out, he grabbed the brown, leather bomber jacket from the hall closet and attached his beeper to his belt. He looked sharp, very handsome. I put on my trench coat and we were off walking toward Chestnut and Lombard Streets for a late lunch.

As we were walking back to the house, I asked him if he had a motorbike, having overheard him talking with his friend earlier. He said "Yes, you want to see it Joey - she's a beauty?" Of course, I said, "Yes!" When we got back to the apartment, he took me straight to the parking garage in the basement. Parked next to his patrol car was a dark blue Harley Davidson touring motor bike, loaded with shinny chrome. "Want to go for a ride Joey?" I smiled and nodded yes. He took keys from his pocket, opened a cabinet and took out two helmets, put one on me, the other on him. He fired up the bike, I climbed on behind him, put my arms around his waist and off we went. The fog had lifted, but it was still a bit nippy. The cold air hit our faces as he slowly made his way around the neighborhood streets, west on Lombard, up the steep hills and through the east entrance to the Presidio of San Francisco. When he reached the west-end of the Presidio, he pulled down a long narrow road I did not know even existed. It led right down to a parking area near Baker Beach on the Pacific Ocean with a view back to the Golden Gate Bridge and across to the lighthouse sitting at the point on the opposite side of the bay. He told me all this land was a National Recreation Area many call, Land's End. Equestrian trails led all over the vast area, a favorite spot for hot men to walk their dogs or make contact with other guys and slip into the bushes for a bit of man to man pleasures. He said it was too large and vast for the Military Police to secure, even on horseback. We walked down the trail and I began to realize just how many men were walking the trails. Before long, we had four guys following us along the trails. As we walked looking at the awesome views of the ocean, the bridge and the undergrowth of beautiful natural flora, he talked and I listened. "Joey, this area is off limits to you if you are alone. Many a young man like you are found along these trails mutilated, beaten and dead, at least two or three per year. As beautiful as it is, never come here alone son, especially after the sun starts to go down or the fog starts to roll in." He turned back and shouted to the four guys following us. "Get lost dick heads, the lads with me!" They spread and were gone! "I just love this place Joey, not what goes on out here, but the sheer beauty of the place. I'll bring you back here anytime you want. We can bring the camera and you can take pictures. We could even have sex if you want, but never come out here without having a friend, preferably me, with you Joey! Now, promise me Joey!"

"Yes Sir! I will never come out here alone Sir! In fact, I will never come out here unless I am with you Sir! Will you take me in the bushes Sir, I am really getting turned on to you again Sir in this place?" He put his arm around my shoulder and led me off the trail into the undergrowth. He stopped where there was a view of the ocean, turned me around settled up against a large tree, loosened the bag tie and pulled my pants and boxers right down in one swift move. He said, "I like the quick access Joey! Way to go boy!" He dropped to his knees and sucked me into his mouth. I gazed out to the ocean and just floated off into fantasyland as he brought me to a quick organism. My back then slid down the tree trunk forcing his mouth from me. I kicked off my pants and boxers over my sandals, placed them aside, rolled on to my side, pulled the butt plug and sat it on my boxers. I rose to my knees, turned my head back to him until our eyes met, and began to beg for Chubby.

"Please Sir! Please put Chubby in me Sir!" I lowered my arms down on to my elbows, raised my ass and shook it at him. He rubbed my ass cheeks with his palm, lowered and removed his pants and boxers over his shoes, folded them and sat them next to mine. I said, "KY's in right pocket of my trench coat Sir." He greased me up good, worked fingers into me until I was dilated and working my ass back over his fingers. He greased up Chubby and spread my knees out further and I felt him lined up searching for the entrance. I put one arm back and my hand assisted him until he was gently pushing against my pucker. I put my elbow back down for support and his pressure increased until the head was in and Chubby headed down my tunnel of love. The pressure his girth put on my jolly button was awesome; the pain almost went away instantly now that I reamed to his size earlier today. Damn he felt good in me again! Slowly he started to work, massaging and going in until his pubes were tickling my ass cheeks. In and out, he went slowly at first. Then his plunges took on a new dimension. He pounded my buns with his groin with each revolution until I was literally drooling and moaning against the forearm that was supporting my turned head. I was looking out at the beauty of the Pacific Ocean, floating like a sea gull, wings spread in the sea breeze.

My mouth was open and calling his name as he climaxed. "Sir! Sir! Oh Sir! Oh Sir, I love you Sir!" My organism spewed from me and painted the ground, mixed with the soil of Land's End! Suddenly I was shivering as a rush of cold air off the ocean rushed in. When our bodies returned to normal, I heard him say, "Get the hell out of here you ass holes!" I looked around, the four guys that had been following us previously were standing back watching, had jacked off and strings of cum dripped from their dicks. Who knows how long they had been watching! They each quickly tucked everything away, zipped up and were off again for more thrills elsewhere. We strolled back to his Harley and returned to his apartment. On the way up the elevator from the basement, he asked me if I would give him another lesson on the computer. H wanted to know how to use the camera and print pictures. It was already going on to 4:30pm. I knew that grandma would already be home and dinner would be at 5:00 sharp as usual.

"Sir, I have to be home for dinner at 5:00pm, but I could come back later maybe and show you more things on the computer. Would that work for you Sir!" He looked a bit disappointed, but said, "Yes Joey, when ever you can get away. I'll miss you - hell, I already miss you Joey. You're the best thing to come into my life in years." I wrapped my arms around him, gave him a big hug and squeezed Chubby, smiled and said, "I won't be gone long, just across the street, right over there." I led him to his window, all of which faced the street looking right across the street to grandma's house. I pointed to a particular window and said, "That is my bedroom window Sir, so close, but so far from you at night! Wish I could sleep in your arms every night Sir! Stand a magazine in the window when you are home and want my company Sir and I'll come running if I'm home." He grabbed a magazine and sat it up on the window ledge facing my bedroom window. He patted me on the ass and I headed home. He was standing in the window watching me as I walked across the street, opened the security gate and entered the house. He was still looking over at the house when I reached my bedroom window and looked over at him and waved. He held the magazine up and waved it at me, smiled, propped it back up against the window, turned and was gone from my sight.

After dinner, I cleaned up and did the dishes as usual. I finished by 6:00pm. Grandma sent me to a mom and pop grocery store to pick up a few items she needed. By the time I returned, grandma was already fixing for bed. She evidently had a busy Sunday with her friends and must have been very tired. By 7:00pm she was all tucked into bed. I gave Master Jake a call and his answering machine took my call. I left a message that I would not be able to see him until tomorrow morning. I left my email address again in case it had been misplaced and told him to give me instructions if, and when he wanted me to return. The minute I finished the message I went to the bathroom and used grandma's orange douche bag again to make sure I was nice and clean again, hoping I would get lucky again at Officer Jerry Gallagher's tonight. I pulled my foreskin back and cleaned up any traces of head cheese that may have formed, cleaned my entire crotch and between my ass cheeks, dressed and ready to go. I checked to make sure grandma was OK and asleep, grabbed my trench coat and I headed across the street. The lights were on in his apartment and the magazine was still in the window. The fog had rolling in especially early tonight. It was already getting quite cold and damp.

I rang his buzzer and waited for his response. It took more time than I thought it should. I gave it another buzz. His voice finally asked, "That you Joey?" I answered, "Yes Sir - Blondie," and giggled!" His voice returned, "Well get your sweet ass up here Babe!" The release clicked and I entered the foyer and headed for the stairwell, knowing how slow the elevator moved. I knocked on his door and he answered it wearing nothing more than a pair of loose fitting knee length nylon bright red shorts with white stripes running down each side. He was all sweaty, smelled heavenly! He said, "Been working out Joey, got to keep in shape if I going to remain a cop." I threw my coat on a chair started to follow him. He turned and saw what I did and said, "Hang that on a hanger in the closet Joey!" I followed him into his second bedroom which he had all set up with exercise equipment. He grabbed a towel and wiped his face, arms and chest. "Go fire up the computer and I'll take a quick shower and be with you in a jiffy.

I walked right up to him and said, "Oh don't shower Sir, you look and smell wonderful just like you are Sir! Please don't shower!" He pulled me to him and asked, "Even when I'm this ripe Joey?" I put my nose to him and answered, "Oh yes Sir, definitely YES SIR!" I put my tongue to his chest and lick up his sweat! "You smell and taste great sir! Raise that arm up and I'll show you what really turns me on!" He looked dump struck! I went for his left pit. He raised it up. I knew he was right handed and his left pit would more damp and tasty. My lips, tongue and nose went wild in that pit. He finally pulled me off him and caught his breath.

"What a hot little beauty that Master of yours has turned you into Joey. He must be a miracle worker. Wow! I can not believe what you are capable of doing to a man son! You have me all worked up again doing that. How about we have a computer lesson now and see if we can cool off before you get me so excited I can not think straight. Back off for awhile Joey! The night is young. That is an order! Off with the top, but leave your baggie pants on with those sexy boxers showing." I took off my pull over as he requested. "Pull them down just a bit more Joey. Oh yea, that is perfect! That is a very sexy look Joey!" He stood and admired me for a moment. "To the computer son and fire it up. Show me one more time how to send an email, then I want you to teach me to use that camera. I want to print some of the pictures you took of me so I can send them to my mother in Sandy, Oregon. Some of the pictures you took of me in full uniform. I picked up some gloss photo paper while you were gone." We did the email, then he picked out the pictures he wanted printed for his mother and he watched me print them. I printed out a couple of shots of him in full uniform for myself. Then I grabbed the camera and proceeded to show him how to use it. He took the camera from me.

"Stand over there Joey. I want a couple of pictures of you in those pants without your top on. You look so damn sexy." He clicked off four shots. Then he moved forward, took a couple of bust shots - just my head and shoulders. "How about a couple in the nude Joey so I can put your picture up down at the precinct on the bulleting board. Maybe with your email address or a caption reading 'Hottest Ass in Town!'" I sneered at him then stuck out my tongue! He burst out laughing. "It's a joke Joey! Can't you take a joke baby? Come over here, print these up for me now and I will give you your payment for this lesson tonight." That he did! He grabbed the sides of my baggies and boxers. One swift jerk and they fell to me ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked off my sandals and I stood nude in front of him.

"To the bed with you Joey; let's get intimate and make some babies! I like to keep my bitches pregnant." He laughed again! "You know, the Pope demands this of his flock! March young man! Times a wasting!" It was well after 1:00am before he was through with me. Trooper Gallagher turned me inside out before I hobbled on home with my two pictures of him in his full uniform. What a sexy man! I knew I would be spending a lot of time with him if I had my way.

I checked to see if Master Jake had left me an email. There was nothing in my mailbox from him, just a message from my mom and dad asking if I went to church with grandma, how she was doing, etc. I looked out my bedroom window, the magazine was gone from my trooper's window and the rooms were now all dark. I assumed he had retired for the night. My ass was very sore so I left the butt plug out and crawled into bed for the night. When grandma called me to breakfast I was still sound asleep. She came upstairs and knocked on my door to roust me awake. She opened the door and said, "Joey, you all right - you sick or something maybe! Here, let me feel your forehead! No got a temperature, but you no look so good! Maybe you just stay in bed for awhile yet! Not like you to be late for breakfast!" I answered, "No grandma, I'm fine! I will take a quick shower and be down in five minutes."

After breakfast, I checked my mailbox to see if Master Jake had left me instructions. Nothing from him yet appeared on the screen. I then sent an email to Trooper Gallagher thanking him for a wonderful time and shut off the laptop. With nothing to do important today, I used grandma's douche, greased up, inserted the butt plug and decided to get out of the house for awhile. I took a ten and two five's and some change I had, my ID, bundled up and told grandma I would not be back for lunch. I headed out into the fog pointed toward the Marina. It was cold and damp, but I had layered clothing and my trench coat, so I was dressed for the elements. I also was wearing a warm, crochet wool cap pulled down over my ears grandma had made for me. I decided to head first to Master Jake's house. I rang his doorbell repeatedly. After standing there for awhile getting no answer, I headed over to the lagoon and sat on a bench and watch the ducks swim around in front of 'The Palace of Fine Arts Exploratorium.' Bored with that after awhile, I headed down the trails again thinking I may run into the Big Black Guy I blew in the bushes a few days before. No luck! All I ran into was an old bag lady I had seen many times that feeds the ducks bread crumbs, followed by a couple of skinheads that were talking loudly and giving the bag lady a bad time. They gave me a good look over as they approached. I just stepped aside, let them pass and continued down the trail and around to the entrance to the Exploratorium, thinking I would go inside if it was open. The sign read M-F 10:00am to 4:30pm and it was only 8:45am, Monday morning. I turned and returned back the same way I had walked, thinking I might still run into the Macho Black Man out jogging.

The sun was starting to shine through as the breeze pushed the fog on. That was always one of the nice things about the Marina District. The fog always lifted and the sun came through earlier than other parts of the city. The minute the fog dissipates, the blistering damp cold disappears. San Francisco definitely noted for cold foggy summers. In fact, Mark Twain once said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco!"

About halfway back around to the lagoon, the two skinheads came out of the bushes suddenly. One grabbed me from the rear and held me as the other one snatched my cap off, gave me a couple of swift, hard pokes right in the stomach and leered at me. They were loud, obviously stoned on something, and reeked of alcohol. The one holding me from the rear said, "Would you look at the ponytail on this faggot - natural blond. Bet we could get some serious cash for it Kyle. For once, I kept my wits about me, figuring it was now or never to break loose of these dudes, neither too steady on their feet. I gave the guy in the back a jab in the rib cage with my right elbow as I poked my ass against his groin pushing him away. As he staggered back, my two arms gave the guy in front of me a hard push on his shoulders. Thrown off balance, he fell backwards. As he was falling, I snatched my cap from his hand and took off down the trail toward the lagoon. I heard them shouting, "Fuck you dude, we will get you next time and shave that ponytail off your fucking head too." I kept running, turned my head back for a quick look at skinheads. Suddenly I ran right into the Big Black Guy I had hoped to run into this morning. He caught me by the shoulders, held me at arm length, looking down at me and asked. "You alright kid? Those same two try to fuck with me one morning and I show them who was the man. They took off running when I got through with them in the bushes. They never give me no problem since neither." They were still standing at a distance watching him holding me. He held me around the shoulders, walked me right back up to them and said, "Boys, this here is my Boy. I don't ever want to find out you been fucking with him again or I'll make you both my bitches too. Now get out of here before I change my mind and put this big dick down your throats again. Now apologize to my boy and get your asses out of my sight." The each said, "Sorry kid," and headed off down the trail.

He turned slightly and looked down into my eyes and said, "Well that should take care of that don't you think boy? I answered, "Thank you Sir!" He continued, "Good thing I came along when I did or they would have laid for you around here every day until they tackled you again. How those ribs feel where he poked you a couple of times?" I pushed on my lower rib cage and winced. "Not too good Sir, pretty sore!" He said, "You're coming back to the apartment with me so I can take a look at those ribs boy!" All I could say was, "Sir, yes Sir!" He was even bigger and more muscular that I had remembered - good looking too, with his big shinny white teeth sparkling surrounded by big beautiful puffy lips. His eyes were coal black; so, the whites were like a picture frame making them sparkle in the sunlight. His facial expressions, high cheek bones, shaved head complemented his toned muscular torso. His thighs were damn near as big as my waist. I looked down at his feet and wondered how he ever found running shoes to fit them. As we walked the three blocks down Bay Street to his apartment, I realized he too only lived a short distance from me, corner of Bay and Scott in another small apartment complex. It was older than most the apartments, but clean and tidy. He lived on the first floor of the four-story complex. I was quite surprised when we entered his small one bedroom apartment that there was no sign of children or a wife, since he was still wearing the wedding band. I asked, "Sir, the wedding band," with a questioning look. He smiled, held it out, looked at it and said, "Yea, divorced after 2 years of marriage. Found out I liked young blond white ass one day more than I liked the wife. Now I wear it to keep the women away!" He laughed, so I did not know if he was kidding or not.

"Say kid, what's your name anyway; come over here and let old Amos take a look at those ribs?

"Joey Schmidt sir! My ribs feel much better now sir!"

"Take that cap and coat off; then take off your top so I can get a good look at those ribs. We don't want no rib going through a lung!" As soon as I was down to just my baggie pant's, shoes and socks he gently rubbed his hands over my lower rib cage, pressing, poking and massaging. I winced as he poked a couple of spots. "I think you're going to be fine, just a bit sore for a couple of days. My Joey, your skin is flawless, white as snow." He put his nose to my skin and inhaled!" Slide out of those shoes and socks now, off with the britches and boxers too! Make it snappy son, I'm getting a hard-on just looking and smelling you boy." I kicked off my shoes, socks, loosened the tie on my pants, and let then slip down to my ankles. I stepped out, went right to my knees right in front of him and buried my nose in his crotch. He was wearing sweats with no support. I felt his semi hanging down his left thigh and moved it back and forth with my nose and face breathing in his masculine scent. His dick rose to the occasion until I was working a monster against my cheeks. He untied the waistband and I pulled down on the sweats until then fell to his ankles. I looked up into his eyes and he was smiling down at me. I went right back to taking care of servicing this beautiful hunk of black meat that was dangling before my eyes. Talk about awesome, just as I had remembered it from before. He made it bounce, putting pre-cum on my cheek a couple of times, then said, "Lick it Joey Boy, start with the balls son, just like before!"

I caught the stringer that was dropping from the head with my tongue then went down and started nosing and licking on his huge danglers. "Chew on them Joey, makes me really hot! Oh yea Baby! That be perfect! Suck, nip and chew Baby! I like it rough Baby! Now do that up the shaft and to the head Babe! YEA! YEA! YEA! FUCK EN A BABE!" He pulled back, pulled the foreskin clear back, ran his fingers in my mouth and said. "NOW OPEN WIDE! DOWN THE HATCH BABY!" Like before, it was big and massive, but pliable. It bent right to the contours of my throat and down it went in one smooth stroke. "SWALLOW, WORK THOSE THROAT MUSCLES, JUST LIKE A TIGHT ASS GIRL!" He removed the band holding my hair in a ponytail and brushed his two hands through my loose hair. He took two hands full of my long locks, worked his dick in and out of my throat like a pile driver, stopping every once in awhile. He would hold it completely in me, telling me to swallow, work my throat muscles more until I had to pound on his thighs with my fists for air. When he eventually pulled back he shot his entire load over my face, neck and chest, then scooped it all up with his fingers and fed it to me off his fingers. He played with me, making me reach and lurch for his fingers, as one feeds their pet, saying. "Up Girl! Get your treat! Good Girl! That's my Girl," when I would jump off my knees for his fingers. He made a game out of cleaning my body of his juices. He lifted me back up onto my feet and smiled. His dick was still semi-hard, shinny and the head only drooped slightly to the floor. It reminded me of a big black crooked banana with huge veins running down the sides.

"Well Girl, shall we warm up that bottom now and see if we can give Amos a nice taste of that sweet white boy pussy of yours?" He kicked off his running shoes and socks, then worked the sweats off his ankles and threw them on the couch. He lifted his sweatshirt up over his head leaving him nude standing in front of me. He was beautiful standing there, like a black beauty, rippling in muscles. His black chest covered with little swirls of black coarse hair as covered his legs. He reminded me of Michael Jordan- the same over all looks - handsome and macho masculine. I ran to my pee-coat, pulled out a small tube of KY and a large Trojan, returned to him. He said, "I want to eat that pinkie for awhile before we get to that girl. You look delicious, bet you taste like sweet molasses." He lifted me into his arms and carried me into his bedroom and dropped me on the bed, dove right in after me too. Before he did anything he said, "Don't you cum baby until I give you the ok or you will get a taste of my paw on your ass." He had my legs up, his big hands spreading my ass cheeks apart and his face over my balls slurping and sucking almost instantly. As he worked down over my perineum, he had me on fire inside. When he reached my pinkie and saw I was wearing a butt plug, he said, "What the fuck," pulled it from me and threw it across the room on to the floor. He went right back to what he was doing. He circled my rosebud, licking and sucking it in and out with those big suction cup lips of his until I felt his tongue enter me. I moaned, "Oh Sir, that is heavenly sir!" His lips were like two big vices pulling my pinkie into his mouth so he could actually nip and bite on my pinkie lips before he would force his tongue back inside and slurp at my insides.

Every one in awhile his head would pop up to check to make sure I had not squirted my load. I just smiled down at him and he would go out of sight, back to his pleasure. I would have let him do this forever, but soon he came up for air, slipped on the rubber, lubed his cock and lubed me up as well. I was moaning, "Please Sir! Please Sir! Yes, please put it in me Sir!" I was so turned on I felt on pain, he just slipped right in and bottomed out and started giving me a rough and wild ride on his joy poll. He became as a wild animal rutting his mate, attached so very securely that he lifted my back off the bed until my chest. He dropped my legs and I attached them around his waist as he held me from underneath with his big paws and bounced me over his groin. I was letting out moans at first, which turned to little low screams. Soon he had me do turned on I was muttering undistinguishable verbiage as he licked and sucked on my nipples as he continued his rough and steady rutting. He was slobbering all over my chest and nipples when he stiffened and shouted, "SHOOT GIRL - MAKE YOUR PUSSY PULSATE BABE!" I had no difficulty doing as he asked as I released my firm grip around my cock and shot my wad clear up hitting him on the chin and neck. This set him off immediately and I felt his dick pulsate six times, filling the rubber with his skeet. I could feel the warmth of his deposit against my pulsating pussy, way up inside. It was a fantastic feel. I had thrown my head back, then suddenly forward, depositing my long golden locks down over the front of my face laid over his smooth black head and face. He just rubbed his face in it, inhaling the scent. Wrapped in his arms, we came back down slowly as I kissed and sucked on those big beautiful lips.

He carried me into the bathroom still attached, lifted me off him and on to his toilet and told me to clean up my bottom as he pulled the rubbed off his dick and put it to my lips. "Drink up baby," was all he said as he put the open end between my lips and squeezed his jizz into my mouth. It was still warm and tasty, perfect for a person on a full protein diet. He then stepped forward and shoved Amos Junior into my mouth, held my lips closed around him and drained himself down over my tongue. I drank every last drop without loosing as much as a drop, ending with sucking his foreskin dry and clean with my tongue. He said, "That's my girl, no training needed!" He told me I could take a shower, but I told him I wanted his scent all over me if he did not mind. He handed me a wash rag and a towel and told me to clean up downstairs if it was sore with warm soapy water. He left the room, returned with my butt plug and the tube of KY, told me to clean it up and put it back in. He had my ID in his hand. So, you live just three blocks from here on Scott Street Joey. I hope you will visit often. I work here in this complex full time. I am the maintenance man and manager of this apartment complex for free rent and a suitable salary. I have no specific hours, so you can drop by anytime, best to call first though so I'll be in the apartment and not out working on something. The place is five stories, ten apartments per floor and the old girl requires a lot of fixing sometimes. He handed his card with his telephone number to me to look at for a minute. He then took the ID and card from me and told me he would put them in my coat pocket.

When I joined him, he was dressed, sitting in a big overstuffed chair watching the TV. I dressed and crawled up into his lap and put my arms around his neck and sniffed on him. I said, "Amos, you sure made me feel good today, can I just say awhile yet Sir?" He answered, "Sure can Babe, you hungry or thirsty? I was thinking of having some cold chicken, potato salad, I have left from last night with a Pepsi. You interested doll?"

"Sure, what time is it now?" He answered, "Almost noon already; no wonder we are hungry Joey! What time you suppose to be home baby?" He lifted me off his lap to my feet. "Dinner is at 5pm Sir; I have to be back before then." He showed his teeth again in that big smile. "Well, in that case, get out of those duds again. We will eat something, have a little nap so Amos Junior can get his second wind and maybe I can get this blackie another piece of that hot tail of yours before you have to leave. I ain't a teenager no more, takes a while to get the old heart pumping it up now that I am 38 years old Joey. Some food and a nap should fix that up for us. You plum tuckered me out with that hot ass of yours girl! Strip again while I get the fix-ins set out for lunch so I can just admire you some more. You are one beautiful pussy boy Joey!"

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