Faggot Collector Part 8
Faggot Collector Part 8
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_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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When I arrived home my wife was out shopping and Jason had not arrived home from school. I snuck into his room and turned on his computer. I looked at the web browser history and saw that he hadn't cleared it, and that he had been to over a dozen gay porn sites. I checked them out and saw that they all featured white boys sucking black cocks. Since he had been to so many, I supposed that he must have liked it, and probably jacked off thinking about sucking BBC.
I shut the computer down and called Jamal and asked about Jason. "Yes, he's with my teenage son right now," he explained, "I'll let you know how he does."
I smiled as I hung up. I was glad for Jason – perhaps that seems strange, but I wished I had such an opportunity when I was his age.
I got a blowjob request from one of my regulars, so I made a quick trip to service him. When I got back Jason and my wife were both home. I asked Jason how his science club was, and he said he really liked it.
"We're studying fluid flow in biological systems," he said.
Sure, I thought, like cum pumping from a BBC into his mouth!
He said he would be staying after school a few nights a week to help out, and I encouraged him to do so, knowing that he was beginning a new chapter in his life, and would never be the same.
The next day I arrived at work and found a memo from Mr. Gregory to all the staff, announcing that the ladies were welcomed to bring male friends, or relatives in to see me, but were limited to one visit a day. This was a special benefit for the women, since they men were getting my attention directly. However, the men were welcomed to occasionally bring in friends or family members, but should limit such visits to twice a month, since there were many more men than women at the firm.
When I saw Tina she was grinning and handed me an envelope, which contained a check for $500. "Mr. Gregory wants you to know that your ideas are very welcomed here, and really likes your spirit of teamwork!"
I graciously accepted the check, and Tina said she would be putting meetings with Mr. Gregory on my calendar, which would likely be every day, except when I was out servicing clients. I thanked Tina and said I would do my best.
"I'm sure you will," she said, with a smile.
I was still getting accustomed to this wonderful job, and trying to be helpful. Only a few of the drivers had come up to the office for service, so I thought I should go to them. At lunch time I went down to the garage and asked if anyone needed attention – they all did, and I blew them all, one after another in the driver's lounge. They explained that they felt uncomfortable coming up to the office for a blowjob, so I agreed to have lunch every day with them, and they all praised my eagerness to please.
After a few days I finally met Tom, the other white guy, and of course a cocksucker. He seemed a little distant to me – I had hoped that we could be good friends, since we had a lot in common. Later I learned that he saw me as a rival – and for good reason – Mr. Gregory wasn't pleased with his performance, noting that he wasn't very eager in his work. Of course the employees all made comparisons, and that was good for me. So far Tom had been doing all of the client work, and doing only a few staff blowjobs. As a result, there was a lot of pent-up demand for my mouth, and I eagerly satisfied everyone.
I took my responsibilities very seriously, and redoubled my efforts to give the very best blowjobs I could.
One day Tina advised me that I would be doing my first client work tomorrow, so I put my accounting work in order so I wouldn't fall behind.
The next day Tina gave me more information on the client work. "He is a well known black religious leader," she said, "and naturally wants this to be completely discrete, which I'm sure you will be."
"I'm sure you will recognize him as soon as you see him, but you should avoid eye contact unless he tells you to," she concluded.
"I'll do my best to give him exactly what he wants," I assured her.
At 10am I reported to the garage where Sam greeted me. He would be my driver and he showed me which locker was mine. He watched as I undressed. As we walked to the car he put his big hand on my ass and slipped a finger between my cheeks. He asked if I was a virgin, and I told him that I wasn't but had never taken a cock as big as his.
I got into the back of the car and Sam told me that we were going to the airport, and when we arrived to slide to the far side of the seat and avoid eye contact with our client. He would tell me what he wanted.
I was really nervous – I knew how important this was and hoped I would do well. Sam had the heat turned up so I wouldn't be cold. We arrived at the airport and Sam parked in the limo waiting area and went inside with a sign to meet the client.
I waited there nervously for about fifteen minutes and the client entered. I looked down, but was able to sneak a look and saw that he was indeed a well known person – it would be truly an honor to blow him!
Once we were on the road the client, (who I dare not name, since almost everyone knows of him), told me to sit next to him and he put his arm around me.
"I'll bet you'd make a fine wife," he said, pulling me closer. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I don't like kissing men – just blowing them, but I knew I better go along with this, so I pretended to enjoy it.
He took hold of my cock and squeezed it a few times, bringing me to erection.
"What a delightful little clitty you have," he said, "I'll bet the only way you get a big cock is from someone like me."
"Oh yes sir!" I said, "I'll do whatever you want."
He unzipped and took his cock out. It was still soft but very impressive, even soft. "Now just hold me in your mouth," he said, "I don't want to cum too soon."
I held his huge cock in my mouth, only giving a little tongue action, and he gradually hardened.
I was kneeling on the limo floor between his knees, my face in his lap.
"Look up here," he directed, and I looked up at him, keeping his cock in my mouth. He snapped a couple of pictures and told me he wanted to remember me.
I continued to suck him gently, and after a time he said, "I'm ready to finish – now show me what you can do."
I increased the eagerness of my sucking and soon he shot his load in my mouth and told me to just hold his cock and load there for awhile. I remained motionless, caressing his now-sensitive cock head with my tongue.
"The Lord has blessed you with a special gift!" he said, and told me to swallow and sit up. He put his cock away as we arrived at his hotel. He kissed me and departed. After he left I found a hundred dollar bill on the seat, and folded it in my hand.
"I'll put that in a safe place," said Sam, "Don't worry, it's safe with me."
I gave him the bill and he put in in an envelope in his pocket.
"We don't have to be back for an hour," he said, "Care to make some extra money?"
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)