Faggot Collector (part 3)
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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That night I dreamt that I was walking down the street and every black man I saw smiled at me, and somehow knew that I was a cocksucker. Some of them called me "bitch" and rubbed their crotches. I walked into a grocery store and a black woman walked up to me and said, "If you're looking for cock, the bar down the street would be better."
Even the black women knew I was a cocksucker! In my dream I walked down the street to the bar and entered. I was the only white guy there but they welcomed me, and Jamal was there, directing me to the Karaoke stage. I got on the stage and knelt as he directed. He then stood before me and took the microphone and said, "This is Jeff, my personal bitch, but tonight his mouth belongs to you!" He made me blow him while everyone watched. When he pulled out there was another man behind him, his cock waiting for my mouth.
In my dream this continued for hours until I had blown every man in the bar – there must have been thirty or more. Jamal told me that from now on I was to offer a blowjob to any black man I met, and I agreed.
I left the bar and walked down the street and saw several small posters with my picture. They reminded me of the old "wanted" posters, but just said "Bitch4U" in large letters across the top. Across the bottom was printed "Use him well" and my phone number.
My phone buzzed and I looked to see dozens of "BJ Needed" texts. A black man was approaching and I said, "May I blow you?" (I was never that forward in real life). He smiled and led me a few feet down an alley. It was still in plain sight but not along the street. I dropped to my knees and sucked him as others passing along the street would pause to watch.
He came in my mouth and pulled out. As he stepped away I could see a line had formed that extended out of the alley and around the corner. The next man in line had a cock too big for any man – it looked like it belonged to a horse! I opened my mouth and could only take in part of the head. He pushed and my mouth stretched to take in the entire head, but nothing more. I had sucked big cocks before, so I gave him what little tongue action I could, given that my mouth was completely full, but then proceeded to stroke his cock with my hand. It was more of a handjob, with my mouth as the cumdump, but it was the best that I could do with his monster cock. He came and it was like someone stuck a garden hose in my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough and had trouble breathing – I was going to drown in his cum!
My alarm sounded and I awoke, rock hard from the dream. My wife was laying next to me, but she had repeatedly resisted my advances in the morning – besides, my desire wasn't for her right now anyway!
I went into the bathroom and showered. I stroked myself in the shower, imaging what it would be like to blow every black man I saw. The whole idea was overwhelming and soon my cum was shooting onto the wall.
As I rinsed it off the wall the guilt overwhelmed me. I really hated the way an exciting climax could turn bad so quickly, but it did. Right now I was feeling ashamed to be a cocksucker, and fearful that opening myself up to Jamal was going to lead to other people discovering my decadent secret.
I realized that my lust had led me to do some really foolish things, and wondered how it was going to change my life. By the time I was dressed the guilt was past and I was starting to feel normal again. I remembered that the reason I was getting up early was because I had a 7am blowjob appointment.
At the moment it was just another item on my "To Do" list, but as I thought about it my arousal returned. So far nothing bad had happened as a result of submitting to Jamal – I had gone from sucking an occasional black cock to multiple BBC's every day. I really liked the idea of getting "BJ Needed" texts on my phone, but was careful to delete them after answering. My worry had given way to excitement, and I ate breakfast while my wife slept in, having no idea what a cumslut her husband had become.
With all my "regulars", I already thought of myself as a cumslut, but going from three to five blowjobs a week to several a day was a big change!
I left home and drove to the address of my 7am appointment. It was still dark when I stood on the front porch and knocked on the door. A man answered and told me to be quiet because his wife was asleep. He stepped onto the porch and closed the door.
"Here?" I asked, concerned about being out in public.
"Yeah," he replied, "It won't take long and nobody is around."
With some apprehension I got to my knees and sucked him. He was very ready and came within a few minutes. As I finished I saw a kid delivering newspapers. It could have been worse – I could have been seen by cops!
I thanked him and he said, "Good bitch," and went inside. I brushed off my knees and drove to work. I got to the office and started my computer up. I had not checked my personal emails this morning, but knew that it would have to wait until I got home. I didn't dare to check personal emails at work, fearing that email would be monitored, as I knew our web access was.
I pulled up my work email and there were the usual combination of requests, company announcements and meeting invitations. One stood out as unusual. It's short title was simply "Only BBC?". It was from an unknown address, but I opened it first and it read:
"I could use your help, and will stop by to see you."
I deleted it and cleared my deleted emails, hoping there would be no trace of it. What was going on? I presumed that it was someone I worked with, but had no idea who, or how they could possibly know.
About 10:30 that morning a young man I didn't recognize came into my office and closed my door. He introduced himself as Brad, from accounting, and asked if I had seen his email.
"I did have one unusual email," I said, "but have no idea what it's about."
"No need to deny it," Brad said, "I know what you do, and your secret is safe with me, as long as you take care of me."
Neither of us had mentioned blowjobs, but we both knew what this was about. I didn't mind taking on another "regular", but had never had one from work. I decided to go along with him and said, "When and where can we do it?"
Brad told me that there was a records storage room in the basement and he had the only key. We took the elevator down to the basement. Along the way Brad pulled my hand to his crotch and I could feel him hardening. I was getting aroused as well. We walked to the storage room and Brad unlocked it and then closed the door behind us.
I dropped to my knees and blew him. My second blowjob of the day, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet! After he came and I swallowed, I asked how he found out about me.
He just said, "Craigslist – you might want to be a little more discrete about things, but I'm sure glad I found out!"
I returned to work, wondering about what exactly Brad had seen on Craigslist. Throughout the day I received three more "BJ Needed" texts, which I responded to. As a result, I had a blowjob to give after work and two tomorrow.
When I finally arrived home I hurried to get to my personal email. There was nothing unusual in my inbox, so I went to Craigslist and browsed the postings. Nothing unusual there either. I found Jamal's posting was still up – he must be looking for more white cocksuckers for his collection. I clicked to open it and was shocked to see that it was MY face in the picture, sucking his BBC!
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