My parents were very religious and attended an all-black Baptist church, because they enjoyed the way the services were conducted. I was twelve years old when we first started attending the church. The pastor was a tall thin black man, with a large family of eight children. Pastor Weaver had a son that was my age. His name was Devon and we grew to be close friends. We attended the same school and one day we were in the boys room together, when he took out his dick to take a pee. I was standing at the next urinal and casually looked over. Even though he was the same age as me, his dick was much thicker and longer than mine. He must have noticed me looking at it, because he wiggled it in my direction when he finished peeing. I looked up at him and he was smiling one of his big toothy smiles, just like his dad, Pastor Weaver. Devon zipped up his pants and said, "I'll see you at church tonight." I had stood there the whole time and hadn't peed, so I tried to pee, but my dick had started to get hard and I couldn't, so I zipped up my pants and quickly left for my next class.
As I got ready for church that night, I couldn't get over how big Devon's dick was. We were both twelve, but his dick was even bigger than my eighteen year old brother's. I had seen my brother's dick once when I walked in on him in the shower. Anyway, when I got to church that night, Devon pulled me to the side and said, "Tell your parents you want to sit with me." My parents said it was fine as long as I didn't fool around, so I sat with Devon on the last pew. After the service started, Devon nudged me in the ribs and told me to follow him. We walked outside the church and walked around to the back. It was real dark, when a match lit and I saw Devon lighting a funny looking cigarette. It was twisted at both ends and he puffed on it deeply. He was holding his breath as he passed it to me and said, "Take a deep toke on it and hold it in." I didn't want to act like a square little white kid, so I took the cigarette from him, inhaled deeply and held my breath. When we finished the first one, I started feeling light headed and giddy. Devon lit another one and we smoked it, too.
After the third one, Devon said, "This is some pretty good weed, ain't it?" I looked over at Devon with a stupid grin on my face and said, "You mean, this is marijuana?" Devon laughed and said, "You're telling me you never smoked grass before. Next, you'll tell me you weren't staring at my dick in the bathroom today." I was feeling no pain and my inhibitions had lessened, so I said, "No, I've never smoked marijuana before, but I guess I was staring at your dick. I can't believe how big it is. We're the same age, but your dick is much bigger than mine." Devon was rubbing the front of his pants and said, "You want to see it again?" I giggled and giddily said, "Sure, whip it out and let me have another look at it." Devon unzipped his pants and let them drop around his ankles, then he pulled down his underpants past his knees and stood there with his hands on his hips. His dick was semi-erect and he slowly moved his hips back and forth, so it wagged up and down. Devon did this for a few minutes as I stared intently at his dick, then he said, "Did you want to touch it."
I was staring intently at his dick as it continued to harden and in my drug-induced stupor, I got down on my knees in front of him and slowly wrapped my fingers around his dick. It didn't strike me as odd that I had my hand on another boy's dick. Devon humped his hips and this caused his dick to slide in and out of my hand. After a few minutes, Devon quit moving his hips and said, "Move your hand up and down. Jack me off." Again, because of the weed, I felt no inhibiting guilt. I began to move my hand up and down Devon's long, thick dick until it was totally rigid. I was rubbing up and down as I watched the skin at the head of his dick flap over and cover the head, then pull down and expose it. I was mesmerized by this extra flap of skin, because my own dick didn't have it. Devon let me jack him off for a few minutes, then said, "Why don't you suck it." I looked up at Devon as I realized that I was wondering what it might feel like to suck his dick, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sure, why not." I leaned forward and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth as I pulled back the skin and exposed the deep purple head.
I closed my lips around the head of his dick and instinctively licked around the head. Devon moaned as I licked the sensitive head, then he said, "Go down on it." I pushed my hand down to the base of his dick and slowly pushed my mouth down on his dick until my lips were resting against my hand. I pulled my mouth off his dick until just the head was still in my mouth and the skin around the head of his dick had flipped back over, covering it. I pulled the skin back down and exposed the head of his dick to my tongue. I licked around the head a few times, then sank my mouth back down on his dick. I sucked his dick for a few more minutes, when Devon gently pushed my head off his dick and said, "We need to get back inside. Here take this mint and put it in your mouth, so no one can smell the weed on your breath." He pulled up his pants and pulled two mints out of his pocket. He handed me one and stuck the other in his own mouth. We walked back into the church and had a seat at the back of the church, just as the service was ending. My parents noticed I was being silly and asked if anything was wrong.
I got a little paranoid, but told them I just enjoyed the church service. That seemed to satisfy them, so as we were leaving I stopped and talked to Devon for a few minutes and told him I was afraid my parents knew. Devon looked at me and said, "Don't worry about it. Just try to act natural. You'll be just fine in the morning. See you at school tomorrow." When I got home that night, I thought about what Devon and I had done outside the church. I had enjoyed the taste and feel of his dick in my mouth and didn't know if it was because of the marijuana or because I just enjoyed sucking on his dick. Either way, I figured I would do it again if he would let me.
The next day at school, Devon came up to me and we talked for awhile, then he said, "So, did you like the marijuana?" I told him I did and thought it was odd that he didn't mention anything about me sucking his dick. As Devon was leaving, he turned and said, "Maybe we can do it again next Wednesday night." I watched him as he walked away and wasn't sure if he meant just smoking marijuana or smoking marijuana and having me suck his dick.
The next Wednesday, Devon and I were sitting at the back of the church, when he leaned over and whispered, "Let's go." We got up and walked outside to the back of the church. We smoked a few joints, then he unzipped his pants and let them fall around his ankles. He pulled down his underwear and stood there with his hands on his hips and nonchalantly said, "Suck my dick again." I looked over at him and tried to figure out what he was thinking, then got down on my knees and sucked his dick like I had the week before. I sucked him for ten or fifteen minutes, then he pushed my head off his dick, pulled up his pants, handed me a mint and we walked back inside the church.
The next Wednesday, we were sitting in church, when I leaned over and whispered, "Let's go outside." Devon whispered back, "I don't have any grass." I looked at him for a minute and said, "Let's go outside anyway." Devon looked at me incredulously, then got up and I followed him outside.
We stood outside and talked a little, when Devon said, "Well, what did you want to do. I told you I don't have any grass." I was a little embarrassed, but finally said, "W-w-we c-c-could a-a-a..." Devon said, "You mean, you'll suck my dick without being stoned?" I hesitated, then stammered, "Y-y-yeah, I don't mind s-s-sucking your dick." Devon looked at me dubiously, then pulled down his pants and underwear. I got down on my knees and sucked his dick, like I had on the previous two Wednesday nights. I actually liked sucking him better when I wasn't high, because the marijuana dulled my senses. The taste and feel of his dick in my mouth was much more noticeable than it had been the earlier times and I enjoyed it more, so I decided I would try not to be high when I sucked his dick in the future. I sucked him for ten or fifteen minutes, then we went back into the church.
The next Wednesday, Devon was sitting with another black boy a little older than us. I had never seen the boy at church or school before, so when I walked up to Devon and the boy, Devon said, "Randy, this is my cousin, Tyrone. His family is visiting from Georgia."
I shook Tyrone's hand and he said, "Call me Ty." Tyrone was about fifteen years old and looked like he belonged in a street gang. After the church service started, Devon poked me in the ribs with his elbow and whispered, "Let's go outside. Ty has some weed." I followed them outside and wondered what would happen after we got done smoking the marijuana. Tyrone lit a joint and we passed it around. After the third joint, Devon looked over at me with a questioning look. I looked over at Tyrone, but had lost my inhibition, so I looked back over at Devon and shrugged my shoulders. Devon poked Tyrone in the ribs with his elbow and said, "Watch this." Devon unzipped his pants and let them fall around his ankles, then pulled down his underwear and put his hands on his hips. I looked over at Tyrone and he was staring at Devon. I got down on my knees and sucked Devon's dick into my mouth as Tyrone looked on in shock. I had been sucking Devon's dick for a few minutes, when I heard Tyrone unzip his pants. I looked out the corner of my eye and saw that he had his dick out and was slowly stroking it up and down as he watched me sucking Devon's dick.
Tyrone's dick was even thicker and longer than Devon's. After a few minutes, Tyrone said, "It's my turn." Devon pushed my head off his dick and nudged me towards Tyrone. I looked up at Tyrone and he said, "Suck my dick, you little white faggot cock-sucker." I hesitated a little, when Tyrone reached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my head towards his dick. As the head of his dick touched my lips, I opened my mouth and Tyrone pushed his dick into my mouth until the head of his dick touched the back of my throat. I gagged a little, so Tyrone pulled his dick out a little, then shoved it back in. I gagged again, but he kept pushing his dick into my mouth until I felt it pop through and down into my throat. He held my head tightly against him and mushed my lips against the pubic hair surrounding his dick. I began to feel light-headed, when he released my head and I quickly pulled my mouth off his dick. I took a gasp of air and looked up at Tyrone. He was looking down at me with an evil look on his face and said, "I didn't tell you to stop sucking my cock. Get you're cock-sucking lips back on my dick and suck it until I tell you to stop."
I looked up at Tyrone as I realized that I like being talked down to. I grabbed Tyrone's dick and said, "Yes, sir." I sucked his dick into my mouth and sank down to the base. I sucked him slowly up and down for a few minutes, when Tyrone grabbed my hair and pulled his dick out of my mouth. He grabbed his dick by the base and slapped it back and forth across my cheeks. As Tyrone slapped my face with his dick, he said, "You like having my big, black dick in your mouth, don't you?" I was in a lust driven frenzy and wiggled my head back and forth in an effort to get Tyrone's dick back into my mouth. I gasped out, "Yes sir, please let me suck your big beautiful black dick, please." Tyrone must have liked my subservient attitude, because he pushed the head of his dick into my mouth and said, "Yeah, you little honky fag, suck my big black cock. I'm going to shoot my thick black jism right down your lily-white throat." I had never tasted sperm before, but I was so hot with desire and so uninhibited because of the marijuana, that I moaned as I sucked Tyrone's dick all the way down into my throat.
I moved my head up and down his dick quickly for about five minutes until I felt his dick pulse in my mouth. The head of his dick flared and then his sperm shot into my mouth. I pulled my mouth off his dick until just the head was still in my mouth. Tyrone said, "Swallow my jism, you honky faggot cock-sucker. Take my sweet black cum down your throat." I swallowed Tyrone's sperm as it continued to pulse from his widely flared cockhead. It was overflowing from my mouth as I tried to swallow it all. Tyrone pulled his dick out of my mouth, grabbed it by the base and rubbed the head against my cheeks as little drops of sperm dribbled out and smeared along my skin. Tyrone stopped smearing his sperm on my skin, so I leaned forward and sucked his dick back into my mouth. Tyrone's dick was getting soft, but he humped his hips a few times and said, "You really like my black cock, don't you?" He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I said, "Yes sir, I love sucking your dick. It was so hard and long as it slid down my throat. Your sperm taste delicious." Devon said, "Man, that was wild. We don't have time, but I want to have him suck me until I cum in his mouth."
I moved over and sucked Devon's dick into my mouth. Tyrone said, "Boy, that little faggot loves to suck black cock." Devon pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, "We've got to go back inside." Tyrone and Devon zipped up their pants as I got up off my knees, when Tyrone said, "Have him come over to the house after church and we'll have him suck our dicks again, only this time you'll cum in his mouth, too." We walked back into church and I went to find my parents. They gave me their permission to go over to Devon's house, so I went back over to Devon and excitedly said, "Let's go, my parents said it was okay for me to go to your house." Devon leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Your really want to suck my dick and taste my cum, don't you?" I smiled over at Devon and said, "You bet. I can hardly wait."
When we got to Devon's house, Devon excused us and told his parents we were going to go into his room and listen to records. I followed Devon and Tyrone into Devon's bedroom and when we got there, Tyrone looked over at me and said, "Take off all your clothes because I want you to suck us while you're buck naked." I hesitated for a moment until Tyrone started to unzip his pants, then I quickly took off all my clothes and stood there totally naked.
Tyrone looked down at my small hairless dick and said, "Get down on your knees, pee-wee. It's time to suck some more black cock." I got down on my knees and quickly started sucking on Tyrone's big beautiful black dick. I sucked him for several minutes until he shot his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed it all, pulled off his dick and turned towards Devon. Devon already had his dick out, so I leaned forward and sucked his stiff dick into my mouth. I was sucking him vigorously, when the door to his room opened and his father walked in. He saw what was happening and quickly stepped in, shut the door and locked it behind him. I pulled my mouth off Devon's dick and looked up at Pastor Weaver. I wondered why he had locked the door and what he was planning, when he said, "Well, what do we have here. I came in here to ask if you needed a ride home. I'm sure glad that Missy Weaver didn't come in here and see this sinful display." Devon stuttered, "Dad, I can explain."
Pastor Weaver held up his hand and said, "Son, you don't need to explain. I understand perfectly. You have a little white friend who is willing to suck your dick, so you and your cousin Tyrone are letting him degrade himself by taking off his clothes, getting on his knees and sucking your dicks." I started to get off my knees, when Pastor Weaver said, "Stay on your knees, boy. If you like sucking black cock, then I think I should watch you. After all, if you are willingly sucking Devon's dick in front of Tyrone, then you should be willing to suck Devon's dick in front of me." I looked over at Pastor Weaver and said, "You want me to suck Devon's dick, sir?" Pastor Weaver said, "No, I don't want you to suck Devon's dick. I'm asking if you are willingly sucking Devon's dick?" I stammered a little and said, "Yes sir." Pastor Weaver smiled down at me and said, "Well then, I'm saying if you are willingly sucking Devon's dick, you should suck it again, while I watch."
I stared at Pastor Weaver for a few moments, when he said sternly, "Suck his dick." I looked over at Devon's dick, leaned forward and sucked Devon's dick into my mouth. I had sucked Devon's dick for a few minutes, when I looked over at Pastor Weaver and noticed he was rubbing the front of his pants. I was quickly sucking up and down on Devon's dick, when I felt it spasm and he squirted his sperm into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed until Devon's dick was soft in my mouth, then pulled off his dick. I looked over at Pastor Weaver and saw that he was still rubbing the front of his pants, but now his dick had gotten hard and was stretching the material. I looked up into his eyes and he calmly, "Have you sucked enough dick for tonight or do you think you might want to suck one more. I was a little startled at his bluntness, but said, "I'll suck Tyrone again, if you want me to." Pastor Weaver laughed and said, "You can suck him again later if you want, but I want to know if you want to suck my big, black dick." I looked at him with an astonished look on my face, then nodded and said, "Yes sir, I'd love to suck your big black dick."
Pastor Weaver unzipped his pants and his dick fell out through the opening and nearly hung to his knees. Even Devon gasped, when he saw the size of his father's dick. I scooted over to the Pastor and lifted my arm up to grab his dick, when he swatted away my hand and said, "Only touch my cock with your mouth." I dropped my hand to my side, then leaned down and licked the head of his dick into my mouth. I sucked on it until it began to slowly slide into my mouth. I sucked Pastor Weaver's thick juicy dick until he came in my mouth. I pulled off his dick and he told me to suck Tyrone's dick while he watched. I sucked Tyrone's dick until he came in my mouth, then I got up off my knees and got dressed. Pastor Weaver said he would drive me home now, so we got in the car and he had me suck his dick as we drove over to my house. When we arrived at my house, Pastor Weaver said, "I think that you need some individual counseling. Tell your parents that you have some religious questions and that you want them to set up counseling sessions with me. I did as he told me, so now I go over to the church every Thursday night and suck Pastor Weaver's dick. I usually get under the desk and suck his dick leisurely as he writes the sermon for the next Sunday. One time I even sucked his dick during one of the meetings he had with the deacons of the church.