Faggot Collector (part 1)
Jeff longed for BBC, but rarely got it. He thought he would do nearly anything to get it regularly -- or would he? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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My name is Jeff, and I am a married white, closeted cocksucker. I was active and gave three to five blowjobs a week, while remaining discrete. I worked the blowjobs into my normal routine, so my wife had no reason to suspect.
I had eleven "regulars", all of whom could host my blowjobs, so I had a steady supply of cum. It was a nice arrangement, but I longed for BBC (Big Black Cock). I had collected hundreds of pictures from the internet showing white guys blowing black guys. I had come to believe that it was what I most wanted. Most of my jack-off fantasies were about sucking black cock, and every time I saw a black man I couldn't help but wonder what his cock was like. I would gladly suck all of them, but it just wanting it didn't make it happen.
One day I was scanning Craigslist, and saw a posting titled "For white sissies: How bad do you want this BBC?"
I clicked on it and saw several hot pictures. One was of a white guy with a black cock in his mouth, looking right at the camera. There was no question that he was sucking voluntarily, and probably loving it. There was another picture of the erect cock, next to a wooden ruler, proving that it was about 8-1/2" long, and really thick! The third picture showed the same white guy, mouth open, showing a load of cum.
I just stared at the pictures with great desire. The text read:
"Want to be the guy sucking this BBC? You can, if you want it enough to agree to my terms. Send face picture and stats for details. Serious responses only."
I dashed off a reply and attached one of my pictures. I was so excited that I just have to jack off afterwards. After I came I had second thoughts, not knowing who I had just sent my face picture to – declaring that I was a cocksucker.
The next morning I checked my email and had a response. It read:
"All white men should be sucking black men. I collect white sissies, who become my personal cocksuckers. If your desire is stong enough you can join my collection, but you must abide my requirements.
- You will become my personal cocksucker and will suck me regularly, and swallow my loads. 2) You will blow anyone I tell you to, without question. 3) You will give me your cell phone number, so I can call or text you when I need your mouth. 4) You will show me your driver's license, so I know your true identity. 5) You will give me the names and email addesses of three people who you would never want to know you are a cocksucker. 6) You will allow me to take pictures or movies of you sucking cock.
If you agree, send me a scan of your driver's license, along with the three names and email addresses, your cell number, and we'll get you started."
Wow! He had quite a set of demands! I couldn't imagine anyone agreeing t that – certainly not me!
Throughout the day I thought about this indecent offer. As demanding as it was, my desire was overtaking my good judgement. At lunch time I went to the men's room and jacked off. Once I came, my good judgement returned, and I was glad to be clear-headed once again.
By evening, my desire had returned, and I decided to answer. I dashed off the following reply, hoping it would work:
"I agree to most of your conditions, but cannot agree to all of them – is there room for negotiation?"
I sent it off, hoping I could become his personal cocksucker without having to give up highly personal information. I had no problem giving him my cell number or sucking him whenever he wanted, but there was no way I was giving him personal information that could be used to "out" me! Picture or movies would be okay as long as they didn't go anywhere.
I went to bed wondering if I would be sucking BBC soon.
The next morning checked my emails and found his reply to be:
"No exceptions – you agree to everything or its no deal. No endless emails either – you agree on your reply or don't waste my time!"
That was clear enough – I guess we don't have deal.
During the day I could not help thinking about it, and found I really wanted it. I scanned my driver's license and saved it on a memory stick. I jacked off at lunchtime again and my head cleared. I was glad I hadn't replied yet, and decided to just delete the driver's license scan and forget the whole thing.
By the time I arrived home the desire was back with me. I wrote a reply, giving the names and email addresses of my mother, my boss and my wife, my cell number, and attached my driver's license scan. I sent it and immediately felt some apprehension, but soon I got over it and wondered how soon I would be sucking him.
I jacked off in bed that night and had a feeling of horror when I climaxed. I realized how vulnerable I had made myself, but had already given away extremely personal information, which could not be taken back. If I tried to quit now, it could be trouble, so I might as well go through it.
In the morning I found an email reply. It included a face picture and another cock picture. The text read:
"Jeff – I look forward to your becoming my personal cocksucker – I will call you to make arrangements – Jamal."
I was now very committed, and resigned myself to sucking Jamal, and all that came with it.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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