Randy Richards is a 39 y/o dominate whtmale looking for a live-in submissive botm slave to worship his strong insatiable 9" cock. Jeffery Rollins is a 19 y/o blkmale from the hood who was curious about his sexuality, but had never been with a man before. This is their story...
Black-Sub II -pt1
It's been over 2 long months since Jeffery's indulging weekend into male/male sexual ecstasy with Randy Richards. He took the experience back to his regular life as a straight heterosexual. But even as he tried to go on with life as usual, he was no longer the same man he was before the encounter. His view of the world had changed since that weekend. He no longer saw men as just buddies, he saw them as potential fuck mates, as swinging dicks looking for a warm hole to penetrate. He refrained from allowing himself to indulge, afraid that word would get around his neighborhood and ruin his image forever. He went back to his girlfriend -Chantel, taking the memory of his recent fucks with him. He often thought of that wicked weekend at Rusty's as he fucked his girlfriend's pussy, dropping a thick load in her snatch as he recalled how Randy and the other bikers dumped in his. He could still feel the hot juices squirting in his bowels. Still feel the slick wetness left behind once the cocks were removed. Feel the emptiness inside him as his enlarged asshole once again yearned to be filled.
Chantel could tell that something was wrong with her boyfriend, he hadn't been the same since that weekend he claimed to be hanging out with his friends. She was reluctant to accept his strange sounding story, that he'd been "kidnapped" by buddies and taken out of town for an unplanned, unscheduled fun filled weekend. But in all the time they'd been together, he'd never given her reason to doubt his loyalty, so she took him at his word. Meanwhile Jeffery found himself constantly day dreaming about his experience. He found himself staring at men's crotches, wonder how they measured up in their boxer briefs. A few times he got caught watching as he subconsciously licked his lips. Unaware of his actions until he realized he was noticed. Then he'd blushed and move away quickly before anyone could say anything to him. Even in public restrooms like at the movies and malls, he'd found himself stealing sideway glances at other men taking leaks at the urinals. Sometimes his cock would get hard just looking at the soft low hanging fruits. He'd feel his asshole pucker at the thought of them going straight up his asshole, stretching his poor anus out of shape. He often finger fucked himself while he masturbated, thinking about the hot gangbang he received at Rusty's Biker Bar. He never knew an asshole could stretch so wide, or be filled to over flow by so much cum. Randy had spent their last day together power fucking the teen with every inch of his massive tool. He given Jeffery 2 full loads that night in his bubble butt. Jeffery would never look at vanilla pudding the same again. Everytime he looked at the tasty dessert, he'd think of Randy's juice slowly dribbling down his throat or out of his ass.
Jeffery often looked at his fellow black males, wondering if the sex would be the same with them. He knew how it felt to get fucked by another man besides Randy, thanks to the stranger (SubMaster) Randy had allowed to fuck him anonymously while he was tied up in his basement. But Jeff didn't know he was there until the act was over and done with. He wondered if the same feeling of dominance would be present if he allowed himself to be taken by a "brotha", or was what Randy possessed over him solely engineered by Randy himself? Jeffery would look at the brothas in his neighborhood and wonder what sex would be like with one of them. The guys he hung out with at the clubs and on the street corners talking shyt, would shit bricks if they knew what he was really thinking about them. They would probably kick his ass if he told them what he allowed to happen to him during that wild weekend he was "away". It would be considered bad enough to have let himself get butt fucked, but to be butt fucked by a white boy and his friends, would most assuredly get him a physical beat-down by some of the boiz in his hood. Not to mention what his biological brothers and his father would do when they found out. Jeffery decided to keep these thoughts to himself, even as he stared at every crotch that passed him by on the street. He was amazed how one innocent weekend of lust had turned him into a flaming faggot. He couldn't get his mind off of dick, and he feared that someone somewhere would eventually read his mind and find out his horrible secret.
Meanwhile Randy often thought of his one time weekend with Jeffery. He enjoyed meeting the slave, having never fucked a black kid before. He really liked fucking his big delicious bubble butt, and feeling those thick slick nigger lips sliding up and down his ivory white shaft. He loved cumming between those sweet soft lips, and leaving a hot load deep in that brown buttock. He gave Jeffery his private phone number (not the bullshit computer number he usually gave his encounters when he didn't want to be bothered by them again) with the instructions to call him when and if he decided to take Randy up on his offer to become his "house-boy". Randy wasn't sure if he'd see Jeffery again, and wanted to kick himself more than once for not securing the kid's telephone number for himself. He knew Jeffery's mind was a twisted glop of emotions when he left him, having just experienced a crash course 101 in his very first homosexual acts. He wanted to give Jeffery time to cope with his new reality, and then have him call him back once he realized what he really wanted. But Randy had grown impatient waiting. He wished he had not deleted the boy's emails after they met. He'd allowed himself to grow cocky, thinking he had Jeffery twisted around his little finger. He had no doubt in his mind that the boy would be calling within the first or second week. Now it was the end of the second month, and he found himself jacking off to the video he made of him and Jeffery fucking in the basement. He blasted a thick load of creamy white cum all over his free hand as he watched himself (and SubMaster) fuck Jeffery's upturned booty over and over again. Then he licked the sauce off his fingers as he watched himself eat Jeffery's ass on screen. It was one of the hottest scenes he'd ever saw, and his dick never tired reacting to it.
Only once during those months did Randy actively participate in sex beyond his experience with Jeffery. SubMaster had invited Randy over to his place to fuck one of his regulars, as a gesture for allowing him to fuck Jeffery. Randy and SubMaster took turns fucking the submissive white slave in both his eager to be filled holes. They pumped the middle aged accountant with enough cock and cum to wear out any Times Square whore this side of NY, but even as Randy walked away with four of his precious loads dripping from the unconscious slave's various holes, he felt strangely unsatisfied. The accountant was good at accepting large dicks in his tiny petite body, but Randy missed seeing the color contrast of his big red purple cock slamming in and out of the all brown ass. He missed watching the ass cheeks jump and jiggle as his hips slammed into them, causing a rippling shock wave to dance through them like ripples in a pond. He missed gripping the plush round globes in his palms, pulling them apart as he fucked Jeffery hard and deep. He loved feeling the teen male groan and squirm underneath him as he rode his back. He liked the power he exuded over the boy, fucking him when he felt like it, and parting with his copious loads only when he decided to feed or fill him with it. Jeffery had no say in what happened to him, he simply took Randy commands as he would the gospel. He took his cock, his cum, his piss, his spit, and whatever else the man decided to insert into him. And LIKED IT.
It was an agonizing 2 months for both men as they tried to go on with lives as usual. Many nights they both lay in their own beds prospectively, thinking of eachother. On more than one occasion they both fell asleep after shooting loads simultaneously as they recalled everything that happened that weekend. Like Randy, Jeffery too had grown to eating his own cum. He no longer kept a "cum rag" by the bed to clean up his little messes at night, he now ate the evidence of his lust, loving the warm flavor more and more. It often angered him that in one weekend he grew to love the taste of cum, while his so-called girlfriend still would not allow him to nutt in her mouth. She would pull off his dick just before he popped, causing him to waste his seed all over his belly. Jeffery would look down at the spilled sauce, and want to eat it up himself. Sometimes he'd go into the bathroom under the pretense of washing up, and would eat his own juice before his girl could realize what his true task was. The taste of fresh cum on his tastebuds always got his cock rock hard, and once or twice he jacked off in the bathroom remembering the first time he ate Randy's hot gush.
They were heading into their 3rd month since they last saw eachother, when Randy suddenly got the phone call he'd been waiting for.
"Hello?" he said into the receiver, while jogging around his neighborhood with his two dogs.
"Hey. It's me, -Jeffery."
"Jeffery...?" said Randy stopping in mid-stride, his cock growing instantly hard. "I was hoping to hear from you, dude. How'r you?"
"I'm good." answered Jeffery in a low voice, as if he were hiding from someone.
"Are you okay?" asked Randy, concerned.
"Yeah. I'm good..." said Jeffery, reluctantly. Randy was about a mile from his house. He only wore a thin pair of jogging shorts and a white wife's beater tank top t-shirt and running shoes. His thick 9 inch cock was tenting out the front of the shorts like a giant circus top tent. He looked around, conscious that his erection would be obvious to anyone who looked his way. He had nothing to cover it from view. Just the sound of Jeffery's sexy voice had his cock standing on end. It wanted desperately to revisit the deep depths of Jeffery's murky hole. Randy had to fight the temptation to run into a nearby bush and jack off. He knew to do so would only result in making a bigger spectacle then merely showing a hardon could.
"Good. Glad to hear that. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" he asked, impatiently.
"I..." started Jeffery, losing his voice as Randy tried to be patient and wait for a response. "I... was wondering if... you wanted to get together again...?" Randy smiled, feeling the pre-cum seep from his cock slit.
"You know I do." he said, almost too eagerly. "But you remember what I told you before you left, right?" he asked, receiving a moment of silence over the phone. "Are you ready to leave your current life behind, and come be my house-boy -full time?"
Jeffery swallowed hard. "I...was just hoping to...meet up, again." confessed Jeff.
"No." said Randy, hating to have to refuse the object of his desire. "I told you what the deal was before you left."
"I know...but...I'm not ready to go that far yet. Can't we just meet some more...?" whined Jeff, pleading.
"No." came his answer. "My computer request was for a "slave", not a "hookup". I broke my rule even seeing someone who was inexperienced. I was looking for a house-boy that knew his place, that knew his position and wanted a dominate top to KEEP him. If you not ready for that, then find yurself another guy." he said, before hanging up abruptly.
Jeffery heard the harshness in Randy's voice just before he got dial tone. He knew Randy had lost patients with him, and was probably mad that he had wasted his time training him when he could have been taking the time to look for a true slave that wanted nothing more then to swing on the humpy white top's dick day and night. Jeffery felt bad that he had pissed off his would-be master so, but knew he wasn't ready to make the kind of commitment Randy was asking for. He didn't think he could leave his life behind so easily. To leave his family, his job, his friends, and his girlfriend... What would he say to them? How could he explain his absence? Where would he tell them he went? There was no way his "peeps" would let him just simply disappear off the face of the earth without making him give a phone number, an address, and a name of where he could be reached.
Randy stood silent for a while, wondering if he did the right thing by hanging up on the confused boy. He knew he was pushing Jeffery beyond his limits, that he was forcing him to make decisions that other men take years to arrive at. But Randy knew Jeff's true nature, even if the boy didn't. He knew Jeff would eventually turn to the life he was trying to make him choose, but Randy couldn't afford the luxury of waiting for Jeffery to arrive at that decision on his own at his own time. Randy wanted a lover NOW, not in 10 to 20 years when Jeffery would finally come around to realizing his place in the world is by another man's side. He really wanted to try to make it work with the handsome homeboy from the hood, but he wasn't willing to share him with his girlfriend and family. He wanted him at home, in bed, where he could get at him whenever he wanted. He didn't want to have to call his boy at his parent's house, or wait for him to come home from a date with his girlfriend before Randy could get his dick up in his slave's boy-pussy. Once he felt his cock shrink back into it's dormant state, he resumed his jog, followed by his 2 happy dogs as they headed for home.
It was around midnight a few days later when Jeffery found himself stopping his dad's car at an all night x-rated bookstore in an out of the way part of town. Like most men, he'd been in them before while searching for pornographic material to enjoy. He had ducked into a video booth when he thought no one was looking, plopped a few quarters in the slot, and jacked off to women getting fucked by big dicked men. He never took the time to realize that his main focus had always been more on the men, then the women. He never took into account that he came while watching those dicks work back and forth, instead of actually watching the pussy they came out of. He got a bigger thrill from watching the men fuck the females, then he did seeing the females get fucked. Now however, he was much more focused. He knew what he secret desires were, even if he wasn't ready to embrace them.
NOW Jeffery purchased a row of quarters from the clerk attendant, then headed towards the back of the store where he knew the peep show booths were located. He roamed around from booth to booth, looking at he video covers of the movies that most excited him. He had made sure to pick a location that no one he knew -knew of. He wanted to be sure he didn't run into any of his friends in the process. Most of the cliental were older white men, so Jeffery wasn't too worried about keeping his identity secret. He selected a booth, locked the door, then inserted his change and selected a movie. His dick was already head as he clicked threw the choices to find the video of his liking. He found it when he saw porn star Sean Michaels sinking his amazing 14 inch long black penis ball deep into some poor white trash whore's unsuspecting pink pussy. The girl screamed and hollered as the man rammed himself all the way in, and instantly began pulverizing her cunt with long frightful thrusts that were sure to ruin any future chances she may have had at child barring.
Jeffery pulled out his cock and started masturbating, recalling the stuffed feeling he got when Randy fucked him, and wondering if it was the same feeling the girl was feeling. It thrilled him to know what the girl was possibly going through. To be able to relate to her experience as she surrendered her most prized possession over to the black fuck master. Jeffery watched mesmerized for several minutes until he suddenly noticed movement behind a small round hole in the wall that separated the adjoining booth. He tried to ignore it at first, but curiosity had finally gotten the better of him, and he knelt down to peep through. He saw the hands and exposed crotch of a white male stroking his average sized 6 inch cock. Jeff's first thought was to give the man his privacy, but he found it hard to resist looking. He watched as the man's hand stroked up and down the ivory like shaft, milking the cock as one would the tit of a goat. He licked his soft full lips as he recalled the feel and taste of Randy's prong in his mouth. But erased the memory, trying to forget the humpy white man that hung up on him and refused to see him again. He refocused his eyes on the cock before him, and was startled to see the cock moving towards him through the hole. Jeffery nearly panicked as the entire length of the white cock appeared on his side of the wall. He stared at it for a few seconds, wondering what he was expected to do with it. Instinct kicked in, and Jeffery reached up and began to stroke it. The cock felt good in his hands, like saying hello to an old familiar friend. He stroked the cock gently back and forth, liking the feel and texture of it. It was a nice cock, not as long or as thick as Randy's, or even his own, but it had a nice suckable shape that made Jeffery's mouth water. He stroked the cock gently until he got the impulse to take it into his mouth. Jeffery heard the man in the next booth moan a loud when he took the head of his dick between his lips. He bathed the new cock's head in spit as he sampled it in his mouth. If he couldn't have Randy's cock, he'd have the next best thing, -someone else's.
Jeffery closed his eyes and concentrated on sucking his first cock since Randy. The memories came back to flood his mind as he took more cock into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the shaft, his tongue slithering all along the smooth belly as he molded his mouth to shape it. He felt the tip touch the back of his mouth before he retreated back up to the head. He sucked feverishly on the crown before going back down on it, burying the shaft in his mouth once more as he pulled out every trick Randy taught him. He rewind the scenes of his first oral lesson back in his brain. He remembered Randy telling him how to work a cock back and forth, to run his tongue along the belly (or the cum tube) as he suckled. Randy told him to look up into the man's eyes while he gave him head, to read his face to be certain that he liked what you were doing to his cock. He also told him to always swallow a man's load, as NO MAN liked having his seed rejected from a cocksucker. Jeffery knew he couldn't see the man's face (and wasn't sure he really wanted to), but he could implement all the other things he learned. He wondered how long the man would last in his mouth as he sucked with heated passion. It'd been over 2 months since he last had cock in his mouth, and he was really starting to enjoy the feel, but the new stranger's cock tasted like cigarettes. Just as Jeffery was starting to seriously get into the suck, the video in his booth went off and up came the overhead lights. Jeffery jumped up in a panic, reaching into his pockets and reinserted another set of quarters. When the lights went back out and the movie returned, Jeffery got back down on his knees and resumed sucking. The stranger had waited patiently for the mouth to return. Jeffery recaptured the spit slick tool between his wanton lips, and sucked with heart as the man's cock suddenly started to throb and dance against his tongue. Jeffery knew from sucking Randy's dick that the man was getting close to spilling all of his load, and sucked harder. He was determined to do as Randy had instructed, and was willing to feast on the man's seed.
The man (a short middle aged husband and father of 2) felt his cock getting ready to spit. He saw the young black when he first came into the book store, and had been hoping to get the kid alone so he could ask to suck the handsome boy off. When he saw Jeffery duck into one of the booths, he was sure the boy would be looking for a hungry mouth like his. He was surprised however when he noticed the boy's head around the hole instead of his cock. He took a chance and decided to shove HIS cock through the hole first, to see if he would go for it. He was doubly surprised when he felt the kid's hands wrap around his shaft, and actually flabbergasted when he felt the boy's wet lips. He'd heard that there were black guys that looked "thuggish" but liked to suck cock, but he never thought he'd see one in person. He saw most black guys as scary, as potential threats that you don't want to get caught in a dark alley with alone. Now, at least one of them, were about to taste his load as he fucked his hips back and forth, driving his hard 6 inch shaft in and out of the depths of his mouth.
"URRRRHH...UUUHHRRRR!!!" the man yelled as he suddenly exploded a burst of potent sperm into Jeff's mouth. Jeff felt the cum rush into his mouth, painting his tongue as it overflowed to fill his oral cavity. The cock throbbed and pulsed like a sore thumb, spurting shot after shot of thick rich seed into him. Jeff caught the onslaught of sperm, and swallowed as soon as time allowed. The cummy mass oozed down his throat as his reopened his mouth for the second batch. His tastebuds awakened to the unique flavor of the stranger's loins. He realized then that no two people's cum tasted the same, as Randy's ball nutt had a more pleasant flavor as opposed to some of the more bitter flavors some of the men at the biker bar had. He sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and swallowed over and over until he was absolutely sure he consumed every last ounce of the stranger's cock nectar. When he was done, he kissed and sucked the sensitive tip affectionately until it was finally pulled back through the hole and tucked away into its owner's pants. Jeffery stroked his own exposed cock and spewed into his free hand, licking the hot cooling contents off as he watched the man zip up and walk away. Soon he would be back home, playing it straight for his family as he savored the pungent taste of another man's sperm in his mouth and belly. Leaving no one the wiser.