This is the continuation of "Oreos, My Favorite Cookies" 100% True.
The next day, I was there a bit early. I came into the store, looked casually around the place, and started the familiar trek, to the back of the store where the bathroom was located. The store was pretty empty, and my stomach felt like it had butterflies in it. I opened the door, no "Closed For Cleaning" sign in sight. I began to wonder if this was a cruel joke, but like the cock sucking fucker I am, I went to the dirty, unoccupied stall, cracked the door as requested, then pulled down my pants, and waited.
My ears seemed to be hypersensitive, and in my excitement, my puny little cock began to get hard thinking about what that muscular, hot guard was going to do to me. I had been there around ten minutes when I heard foot steps coming toward the bathroom, and then silence. Seconds later, the door came open, and then I heard his familiar voice. "Hey pussy boy, I saw you come in the store, just like I knew you would. Are you ready to be taught how to treat this black dick that I know you want?" He came over to the stall door, looked inside, and there I was with my little cock in my hand. The guard, whose name was Tony, pulled the door open, and said "The sign is up, and you can take some time getting used to taking this slab of cock." The thing I noticed first off, is that while his pants were still up, his black snake hung freely from his open zipper. He stepped closer, and as he did, he told me to stay on the toilet seat, but to turn my feet in toward the wall, just in case someone did come in.
Now, it was just Tony and I, together, alone, and for the first time, I got to take a really good look at the huge member that was before my eyes. I didn't want to get scolded again, so I waited for him to tell me what to do. The veins on his cock were huge, and ran the whole length of his pecker. The head of his dick was covered in some foreskin, and it began to fill with blood and get larger, and thicker by the minute. "Okay pussy, what's your name, and I mean your real name? Don't lie to me, because if I find out different, I can find out where you live, and make it hard for you..letting your neighbors know that they have a cock sucking cripple in the neighborhood". "Paul" I mumbled softly. "Okay pussy Paul, let the lessons begin." Tony took his large black cock in his hand and said: "Let's see how much you can take on your own for starters, and then I can decide where you need to improve". Holding his hard dick right in front of my face, I leaned forward and began to lick his beautiful, stiff prick. I wanted to take my time, get it nice and wet, and then begin the downward descent, all the way to his pubic hair. I licked and sucked the head of his cock, making sure I made lots of slurping sounds to get him wound up and hot. Slowly but surely, I began to work my way, inch by inch, until I could feel his dick way past my tonsils and firmly wedged securely down my throat. Tony growled his approval, and said "Keep going Pussy Paul, it feels pretty fuckin' hot". That was all the encouragement I needed, and I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, and his cock. His cock firmly entrenched in my mouth, I began a slow rhythmic contraction of my throat muscles, and then began to slowly suck his cock up and down, letting him catch his breath, as he began to hold both sides of my face while he stood there, and let my mouth do all the work. As I continued my deep suction of his cock, my spit began to make his coal black cock shine under the dim bathroom lighting. I closed my eyes and let the feeling overtake me, knowing that I was in my element. Sucking slowly, while cradling his man size nuts in my hand, I started to zone out, listening to the loud, lewd slurping sucking sounds that my deep cock sucking was having on the big dick I had stuffed down my throat. I could hear Tony now, talking slowly and nasty, telling me how fucking good my throat felt, and that I was going to be his from now on. He let me know that lots of other guys had sucked him off in this very same bathroom, but there was something about me, my crippled ass, my pretty face, and lips, and my chest that turned him on. "Keep that up Paul and you are going to have a late lunch." By now, he was really dicking my mouth good. I could feel his belt buckle smash into my nose on each thrust, and that only made me work harder to give him what he needed.
The toilet was old, and the lid and the seat of it were moving steadily now as Tony was pile driving the fuck out of my mouth. On top of the moaning Tony was making, the sounds of the toilet, sounding on the verge of collapse, and the strings of saliva that were dangling from his cock and my mouth, made me wonder if anyone could hear us. At this point, I thought "Fuck it..I could do this for HOURS". Tony ran his fingers through my hair, pulled up my shirt and began to pull on my nipples. " Fuck son..you are amazing. I just knew that you would be a good cock sucking bitch. I just didnt know how good". I got hot hearing him call me son, and in hearing that I went all the way down on him, and held it there, feeling his cock head pulse. Tony began to twist my head all over his dick, and I knew it wouldn't be too long now. Sure enough, his cock got harder than steel, his breathing began to get deeper and increase, and he held me tight to his dick. "Get ready for your late lunch, mother fucker, here it comes!" I began to feel hot gobs of semen hit the back of my throat and go down easily. In order for me to take all of it, without spilling any, I just began to swallow eagerly, the gulping sounds making Tony even hornier. "Holy shit, Paul....your Daddy is so fuckin' proud of you!". I kept his dick in my mouth, milking the last bit of semen from his cock, and loving the taste of it. Tony refused to pull out of my hot mouth, and I could hear him coming down from his orgasm. This is what made me happy, satisfying a real man, emptying his cock of cum, and letting him know he was in control, always.
Rubbing my head,and telling me that this was just the beginning, Tony unexpectedly bent down and kissed me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth very gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck and said "Thank you Daddy. I'm glad I could make you feel good today." Not wanting this to end, I felt Tony pull back and saw his cock, fully spent, and hanging limply from his pants. There were wet spots on the front of his uniform where my saliva had made its mark. "Fuck it....I don't give a shit" Tony remarked about the stains, and backed out of the stall. With me still on the toilet, Tony pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed me a pen. "Write down your number on this...I'm gonna have to have this regularly" Not knowing if he was serious or not, I did what he said. I too knew I wanted this man more than anything. I wrote my number down for him, and simply said "Thank you sir".