Go Black, Never Go Back - Chapter Four - The Slut and The Cocksucker

Go Black, Never Go Back - Chapter Four - The Slut and The Cocksucker

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GO BLACK, NEVER GO BACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 4 – THE SLUT AND THE COCKSUCKER

My affair with Ben lasted four weeks. It was a mini affair by most standards, but not by high school standards. We hooked up each day after leaving the Botanic Gardens. Not that I kept count or anything, but he'd blown me and I fucked him on each of those twenty days. Two loads a day for twenty days meant I'd shot forty loads of jizz into his holes. He cheerfully took them all.

Actually I'd shot forty-one loads. On our last Friday, he sucked me off twice, which made a total of twenty-one blow jobs. I was super horny that day because, while we were rolling around in bed in between oral and anal sex, Ben had launched into an incredibly juicy description of getting buttfucked by Jason. It included a series of detailed visuals of Jason's cock: black, hard, wet and glistening. Jason and I were best friends and I'd seen his sleek fuck stick a thousand times in the showers after basketball, but I'd only seen it hard once, when he buttboned Luke while I watched in dazed amazement. I'd never touched Jason's tool, and was sorta jealous that Ben had. He was member of the not-at-all-exclusive club of guys and girls who had touched Jason's manhood in all its erect, stiff glory and had it deep inside them.

Ben's talk got me so excited that by the time I put his ankles on my shoulders, spread his crack and my slid my shaft into his twinky ass, I was on the verge of cumming. Even thought it was my third time, my climax didn't take long, and afterwards he cleaned my cock with his mouth and kept sucking until I got hard again. With Ben's description of Jason's long dong still fresh in my mind, I shot my third load down his throat in record time. Ben deserved some of the credit for my quick cum. The kid had turned into an incredible cocksucker and a hot bottom.

Halfway through the previous week, he'd broached the issue of exactly what sort of relationship we had. I hadn't focused on it, looking no further ahead than the next time I'd get my dick inside him and my rocks off. But while driving back from the Gardens one day he proposed that we'd be fuck buddies, saying, "It's not like we'd ever date or anything like that." I quickly agreed, unwilling to be openly gay in high school and realizing how awkward it would be for me, the big basketball jock, to be hanging out with Ben, the arty Jewish boy, even if we were both white. I liked Ben and had fun with him even when my cock wasn't in one of his holes, so in truth I would have been happy to date him, but at that stage of my life, I thought I needed him to be a girl in public and a boy in bed. He had the boy in bed part down perfectly. He was a horny cocksucking bottom boy who was always ready to play. The fact that I had kinda cheated on him by fucking Luke only bolstered the fuck buddy relationship. I told myself I wanted to be free to hop on hot boys and dick them.

My brain, however, kept having ideas about hot boys hopping on me and dicking me. I spent more and more time thinking about sucking cock and taking it up the butt. I spent more and more time thinking about Jason's big, black and beautiful slab of manhood. I couldn't quite figure out how to make it happen with him, or even where to start.

Despite thinking about sucking cock, I never got around to blowing Ben. I wanted to but couldn't bring myself to do it. Part of my problem was an annoying little voice in my head that kept saying going down on a guy wasn't what a macho jock like me should do. I couldn't see Jason doing it and I'd been hugely relieved I hadn't given in to the temptation of sucking Luke and had Jason catch me with the kid's cock down my throat. After my fuck session with Luke, I struggled to reconcile my hunger to have a dude's manhood in my mouth and my reluctance to actually do it. Ben's boner was right there every day, stiff as a stone column the entire time we fucked. It wasn't like anyone would know I sucked dick if I went down on him. I didn't think he'd talk about it, and I sure as hell wouldn't. But still I hesitated, putting it off as a something to look forward to. I was sorta like that. Whenever I ate a slice of cake, I'd leave the icing until the last. I was doing the same thing with Ben's cut prick.

Sucking him wasn't the only thing that I seriously considered but never did. Getting fucked fit into that category too. While I liked shoving it in Ben's hot hole and fucking him silly, the way he moaned, begged me to bone him and practically lost control when I did it made me intrigued about bottoming. Seeing the stars in Luke's eyes when Jason pummeled him only made it more intriguing. What was I was missing? Ben gushed about how great it felt and either he loved it or he was one of the greatest actors in the world. Luke fit into the same category. It made me want to feel a dick inside my hole. The dick I wanted was Jason's, but I couldn't bring myself to go there. Ben's dick would work. At night when I was home after Ben and I fucked, I almost always jacked off again and played with my hole, and I had to admit it felt good. Those nighttime experiments would periodically convince me that I was ready to feel his hard rod raking my prostate, ready to take a load of Jewish jizz in my ass, and ready lose my cherry in his bed. But when we were rolling around naked the next day, the time never seemed right to propose it. Like sucking him, I was sorta ready but not quite.

What I needed to push me over the edge was for Ben to take complete control. He even mentioned it once. We were snuggling after I'd fucked his brains out one afternoon and he made an offhand comment about tying me to his bed and keeping me there for hours, using my body for his pleasure. He was thinking about riding my dick, but his comment caused me to envision him shoving his hard cock and God knows what else in my holes.

Damn! It was like lightning struck. Luke's description of his fantasy and getting tied up had been amazingly hot. Ben's comment made me suddenly thrust myself into the fantasy. What if Luke's boatman took me? What if Luke, with his hairy chest, tied me up and abused me for hours the way he fantasized that his mysterious black boatman did? What if Ben was serious about following through on his offhand comment?

I wished Ben would just do it, but his conversation drifted onto something else, leaving me excited and horny and wondering why I was so turned on by the idea. Maybe he'd lock his bedroom door one day and tell me that our little affair had been fun but things had changed. He'd order me to go down on him and suck his cut cock until he was hard, then fire a massive load of spunk into my mouth and make me eat every drop. After that he'd tell me to throw my legs in the air and spread my ass crack because he'd be fucking me in the ass. I'd love it, and he'd do it again and again until I was screaming. One reason I hadn't blown him or let him fuck me was that I didn't want to volunteer the use of my holes. But I didn't want Ben to ask permission, either. I wanted him to take me like Luke's boatman. I wanted him to announce that I was his jock pussy slave and from then on whenever he wanted I'd give him head and he'd fuck me in the ass like a cheap whore. He'd laugh and inform me that he owned me and would use my holes whenever he damn well pleased.

Perhaps my increasingly kinky fantasies were why I delayed moving past our routine of him blowing me and then me topping him. The fantasies were making me hornier than hell and I loved the anticipation. Like most high school kids, I assumed I had all the time in the world.

I didn't.

Time ran out on the Monday that would have been the five-week anniversary of my first fuck with Ben, my first sex with any dude. Ironically, I'd decided over the weekend that I'd engineer a role reversal. It was time to end my delusions about being a macho jock and find out what all the fuss was about. It was time to swallow my pride, swallow Ben's dick and swallow his jizz. It was time to suck him off and surrender my virgin hole to get fucked. I was hornier than hell anticipating it.

However, early in the day Ben pulled me aside and told me that he couldn't give me a ride after work because his parents had signed him up for a dance class that started right after he finished at the Gardens. Worse, the class was five days a week, every day until Labor Day. After that, we'd be back in school and wouldn't be working at the Gardens. Our daily hookups were history.

Ben's parents were once again controlling his life, like deciding he should go to a public high school or work at the Gardens. I wondered if they had concluded it wasn't good for him to be around me. I'd met them a couple of times over our four-week affair and never shook the feeling that they disproved of me. By then he'd told them he was gay and he claimed they'd been super supportive, but maybe they didn't like the idea of their artistic son hanging around a dumb jock. Maybe they didn't like him hanging around white trash. Maybe they suspected what we did every afternoon and didn't like it. Maybe they knew he was bottoming for me and disproved of our one-sided relationship.

The dance class wasn't the only blow Ben delivered. He excitedly announced, "I met someone! He's in the dance class and he's gorgeous! I'm such a slut that I already slept with him and OH MY GOD, it was great. We flip-flop fucked like three times. He's twenty-six but likes younger guys. That man does know how to ring my bells!" He showed me pictures on his iPhone of a smiling black man with an incredible body. The stud's legs were amazing and so was his ass – it was downright mouth-watering, but he was a dancer so that to be expected. I saw why Ben was thrilled about topping the guy. Maybe if I'd given into my desire to let him do me, he wouldn't have been so eager to hop in bed with the new boy.

I was sorta happy that Ben was confiding in me, but his revelations were hugely disappointing. He went on. "Damn. After Jason took my cherry I couldn't stop thinking about black cock and when Robert sank his boner inside me, it felt amazing. You know they say, `once you go black you never go back.' I'm there already. I can't get enough of his black rod. In my hands, in my mouth, in my ass, I love it all!"

Ben wasn't necessarily announcing that our stint as fuck buddies was over, but I saw the handwriting on the wall. Perhaps his relationship with Robert wouldn't last or if it did there might be room for a fuck buddy, but I feared not. I lacked the all-important black tool.

I was depressed for the rest of the day, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut, but my day got worse. For the first time in five weeks I took the bus home from the Botanic Gardens and when I arrived, I was met by both of my parents. They were serious and announced that we needed to talk.

A knot formed in my stomach and I feared they'd discovered I was gay. I thought I'd been careful when looking at gay sites on my ancient laptop, but you never know. Maybe Ben's parents had called them and asked if they knew what their son had been doing after work each and every day for the last month. I held my breath, expecting the worst.

To my relief, their news had nothing to do with my sexual activities. Instead, they were getting a divorce and my dad was moving out immediately. His clothes were already packed. He'd rented a cheap motel room until the first of August, when he'd sublet an apartment for four months. Once the four months were up, he'd move back to southern Illinois.

They explained how they had gradually grown apart, but I only halfway heard them. It didn't seem possible that my family was disintegrating. It was sorta like I was watching a movie and none of it was real. But it was all too real.

There was a faint silver lining. My mom worked weekend nights, so I'd be staying at my dad's on Friday, Saturday and Sunday once he moved into his apartment. It was too far to walk and the bus would take forever, so they'd bought me an old Volkswagen. An added benefit was being able to drive to my job at the Botanic Gardens and avoid the tedious bus trips back and forth. Maybe they bought the car to cushion the blow of the divorce, although looking back, their split shouldn't have been a surprise. They'd been fighting for years.

It was a combination of the shock of my parents' pending divorce, the jolt of Ben breaking up with me, and the presence of my new-to-me but ancient clunker that caused me to take my next step. I called Sheila, one of the few white girls at my high school and asked if she wanted to get some ice cream, telling her I'd pick her up in my car. I had a single goal in mind. I wanted to fuck her.

Sheila was a little chubby – well, maybe more than a little – and known as a slut. Indeed, she was considered the easiest lay in the school. Black boys did her, Latin boys did her, Asian boys did her. Fuck, even the Muslim boys did her. There weren't enough whites at my school to firmly establish that white boys did her, but I planned to flesh out that part of her dance card if it hadn't already been done. I'd do her. As great as fucking Ben had been, I didn't want to be a fag and I needed to find out what all the fuss over fucking girls was about.

We met the next night. I was super horny. Over the weekend, I'd saved up my cum thinking I'd be shooting it down Ben's hungry throat and into his tight asshole after he did the same to me, only to be left with blue balls when he announced he preferred to get his daily allotment of jizz from a black cock. Or maybe he preferred that it come from a dude who was versatile and was willing to let Ben sperm his ass. Regardless, I was ready to shove it in Sheila.

It took more effort than I anticipated. Dudes who fucked her made it sound like she was so eager to get a dick in her pussy that all they did was show up, pump and dump. It wasn't like that for me. I had to beg and plead with her and make up all sorts of things about how I'd always wanted to date her but was too shy. She was skeptical, no doubt concluding, accurately, that I was only out to get my rocks off and wasn't interested in spending time with her. Eventually we ended up at her house and I got her to spread her legs.

Despite being super horny, getting off in her was a chore. It was work. I mean I was hard and everything, but I got to a point where I wasn't getting closer to cumming. I kept pumping her cunt but was beginning to worry that I wouldn't be able climax. That was totally weird because I'd never had that trouble before, whether it was balling Ben or Luke or whacking off. I fought off the panic and pushed myself over the edge by concentrating on my cock and ignoring her fat boobs and jiggly stomach. Okay, yeah, I was fantasizing about Luke's boatman and maybe a little about Jason and his big dick. Sheila never said or did much other than lie on her back. Other dudes claimed she screamed and moaned when they dicked her. I got none of that.

It was apparent I was far down the list of guys who'd rung her bell. That was okay, because the whole experience ensured that I wouldn't look for an encore.

Given how bad my week had been, I suppose it was only fitting that yet another disaster awaited me. I pulled my basketball shorts on and slipped out of Sheila's bedroom after giving her a perfunctory kiss and saying something vaguely promising – and totally misleading – about seeing her again. As I headed through the kitchen on the way out of her house, I ran into her brother Sam.

Even though Sheila was white, Sam was black. In a role reversal from what you often see, she'd been adopted by Sam's parents. He was three years older. I hadn't seen him since he was a senior and I was a freshman in high school. He'd been chunky then but had added 30 or 40 pounds since. Half muscle and half fat. I was a good six inches taller, but he outweighed me by plenty.

He glanced down the hallway to the door to Sheila's bedroom and growled, "What the hell?" His face turned angry. "You been fucking my sister?"

I suppose I could have denied it, trying to come up with a passable excuse as to why we'd been in her bedroom together, but I didn't think quickly enough. I stood like a deer caught in the headlights, which, I suppose, was a largely accurate description of my situation.

Sam took silence as confirmation of guilt. His eyes were furious and he clenched his jaws as he clamped a big hand around my throat and pushed me against a wall. "Listen, asshole. You fucking stay away from her! If I find you anywhere close to her, you're gonna regret it." I started to protest that half the dudes in my high school had already had her but shut my mouth at the last second. Bringing that up didn't seem wise. Following his instructions not to be anywhere close to her would be a problem given that we had classes together, but I tried to mumble, "Okay." It came out kinda garbled because Sam's fat hand was choking me.

Another black man came into the kitchen, apparently having heard the commotion. He was shirtless, a slim, light-skinned dude who looked to be thirtysomething. Despite his slender build, he had wiry, powerful looking muscles. My eyes were drawn to his pierced nipples. And, yeah, his ripped body.

He scowled and asked, "Problem?"

Sam growled, "Yeah, Willy, there's a fucking problem! This asshole's been screwing my sister."

Willy gave me an evil smile and clenched his fists a couple of times, making the muscles in his forearms pop out. It was probably only one of his habits, but I couldn't help but think that he was loosening up to slug me. "Yo made a mistake, white boy. Big, big mistake. We gon' beat da crap out of yo ta make sho yo never bodder Sheila agin. Guess we betta take it outside. Don' wanna break no furniture or mess up da house."

Sam wrenched one of my arms behind my back and started shoving me through the kitchen, but Willy didn't move. Instead an evil grin broke on his face and he said, "Stop. Maybe da white boy rather do somethin' else instead of gittin' da shit kicked outta him. Maybe he wanna suck our cocks. I kin tell by lookin at him dat he's a motherfuckin' cocksucker."

Instinctively I protested. I shook my head and whined, "I'm not gay!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth it crossed my mind that Willy knew I was lying. He sensed that I was gay despite what Sheila and I had just done. Could he tell by looking at me?

He laughed. "Yo think we give a motherfuckin' damn if yo gay, white boy? All white boys know dey made ta serve da black man, whether dey straight or gay. That's why yo skin is white. Yo daddies swallowed so much white cum from black cocks dat dey skin turn white!"

I almost laughed because his statement was so absurd, but it was apparent that was the last thing I should do. Willy stepped close, staring into my eyes defiantly. "Yah, yo like all da other white boys. Yo made to worship black cock."

I tried to swallow, but Sam's hand wrapped around my throat made it difficult. Willy glared into my eyes and slapped me, hard. All I could think about was Jason slapping Luke, Luke liking it and me... turned on by it in some totally weird way. He slapped my face again and followed with a knee to my stomach before I could react. I fell to the floor gasping but Sam kept one of my arms pinned behind me. I looked up to see Willy's basketball shorts at his ankles and his soft cock dangling in front of me. Time seemed to stop as I digested being face-to-cock with a black snake. It was... incredible.

"Whaddaya say white boy, yo wanna get da shit kicked out of yo, or yo wanna suck dis cock?"

It was no contest. I'd been within seconds of sucking Luke's cock ten days ago and fully prepared to suck Ben's only yesterday. In truth Willy's sleek black member looked a helluva lot more interesting than either of their teenaged tools. Not that they didn't have great cocks but they were, well... not black.

The slab of manhood in my face was significantly darker than the rest of Willy's skin and looked mouthwatering. It wasn't super thick but was uncut, long and veiny. I wanted to suck cock, and I especially wanted to suck black cock. Ever since that day on the beach, when Jason detailed how he'd fucked Ben's ass, I'd wanted to see hard and stiff black poles. When I witnessed Jason's huge member sink into Luke's pale white ass, I was mesmerized. I was about to get a chance to be up close and personal with a black fuck stick. The porn I watched had whetted my appetite for the real thing.

Not only that, but I'd been fantasizing about being forced. Ben's comment about it wasn't serious, and even if he had been, he was a twinky kid and couldn't force me to do anything. Sam and Willy together certainly could force me and were threatening to beat the crap out of me if I didn't submit. Even if I hadn't been faced with the alternative of getting beat up, I would have been ready to go down on Willy, but the idea I was being coerced shot straight to my cock. I wanted it.

Sam, however, apparently had second thoughts. Maybe he concluded Willy kneeing me was sufficient punishment. He still had my arm twisted behind my back and he hauled me to my feet and roughly pushed me past Willy, shoving me toward the door. He released me and growled, "Get the fuck out of here. And don't come back!"

I was free. I'd narrowly escaped getting the shit kicked out of me or being forced to suck a guy's cock. All I had to do was turn around and walk out the door.

Except... I didn't. I wanted the black slab of manhood between Willy's legs. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to feel it when it was hard. I wanted it to shoot cum down my throat. In that instant, I knew I'd never forgive myself if I walked away. Gazing at Willy's ripped, shirtless torso and his uncut fuck stick, I swallowed and squeaked, "I'll suck your cock."

A big smile broke on his face. He punched Sam's shoulder and laughed. "Tol yo so! White boy like all da white boys. Sees a black cock an is desperate for it. Know it rules him." He turned to me and growled, "Git on yo knees and git it in yo mouth. Suck it, faggot!"

In a daze I walked back and dropped to my knees in front of Willy. His tool was inches from my face. My dick said I was fully ready to suck my first cock and I was excited as hell about doing it, but for some reason I hesitated. Willy snickered, "Yah, yo gonna suck dat cock. I'm gonna spoil yo fo'ever by shootin black nut in yo pretty mouth." He didn't wait, instead jamming two fingers into each side of my mouth, forcing my jaws open, and sliding his black snake inside.

I don't know what I thought cock would taste like, but it didn't taste any different than skin. It tasted like Willy's fingers. But it was a giant, thick finger. I slobbered and gagged but soon the stud's manhood was expanding into a hardon as it glided in and out of my mouth.

Willy pulled his fingers from my mouth and put his hands on the sides of my head, holding it still as he shoved his tool down my throat. He ramped up his pace until he was battering me. I wasn't doing much cocksucking, instead getting skull fucked, plain and simple. I would have loved to have had the luxury of studying his shaft and licking it up and down, but having it rammed down my throat while my mouth was forced open was hot in its own way. I was being controlled, force fed a black man's cock, and I loved it.

I wasn't adept at sucking, but that didn't bother Willy. He relished my struggles, grinning and chuckling whenever I gagged. My eyes started watering and I looked up to find him grinning at me intently with laughing eyes. "Yeah, white boy, it in yo eyes now. I done spoil yo. Any black man lookin' at yo will know yo suck black dick. And dey know yo ain't good for nuttin else."

The thought was chilling... and thrilling.

"Girls, too. Dey be able to tell that yo a cocksucker. Dey ain't gonna let yo anywhere near dey pussies. Yo done ruined. Good for nuttin but suckin da man."

I didn't want to go anywhere near a girl's cunt again anyway.

Willy pulled his long dong from my mouth and slapped it across my face several times before aiming it back down my throat. Jason had done the same thing to Luke and I dug Willy doing it to me. I'd never been on my knees in front of a man before and the view was enticing. Willy's lean torso was covered with a thin sheen of sweat from the effort of face-fucking me, and his pierced nipples were hot. The way he thrust his hips forward as he drilled my mouth was damn sexy.

I had a serious problem. Despite just getting off inside Sheila, my cock was rock hard. Fortunately it was imprisoned in my jock strap. I feared it wouldn't go well if Sam and Willy detected that I had a fucking boner while giving them head. I shifted my junk so it hopefully wouldn't be noticeable.

Willy began breathing harder and it almost seemed like his cock got harder, too. The veins on his shaft were like ribbons of molten steel. He face-bashed me, slamming his shaft down my throat while occasionally pulling all the way out and slapping it across my face. I had slimy streaks of my own spit and his pre-cum all over my cheeks and even in my hair.

"Fuck, yeah!" he growled. He slammed into me and held still, then did it a couple more times. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled again. "Yo ready fo mah nut, white boy? Yo gon swallow it, `cuz dat whut white boys made fo. Dat what yo made for. Mah jizz gon' mark yo as a motherfuckin' cocksucker. White boy desperate fo black nut who let any black man use his mouth."

I held my breath, anticipating my maiden mouthful of ball juice. Moments later spunk rifled down my throat. Willy kept his tool jammed so far into my mouth that I wasn't swallowing his load so much as he was firing it directly into my stomach. But towards the end he pulled out enough that I got a full taste of his splooge plus a cum facial when his dick oozed two final spurts of cum onto my cheeks after he pulled out.

It had happened. I'd sucked my first cock and eaten my first load of jizz. I'd never thought about what cum would taste like, but Willy's was thick, salty and... incredible. I'd almost done it with Luke and been ready to do it with Ben yesterday. When that didn't happen and I'd decided to pursue Sheila, I'd put the whole issue of sucking cock on the back burner. But with little warning I was now officially a cocksucker. A cocksucker who swallowed. I'd been forced by the black stud to reveal what I was.

I'd gone down on one cock and downed one load, but seconds were on their way. Willy was quick to remark, "Thas' a good look fo yo white boy. Cum all over yo pretty face." He rubbed his softening boner over my skin, smearing his ball juice across my cheeks and forehead. "Want more? Of course yo do. Sam, get yo fat prick over here."

I was hungry for another cock. Hungry for another black cock. Hungry for another load of black ball jizz. Willy was totally right about me.

Sam's skin was much darker skin than Willy's and his cock was darker too. Fatter but not as long. He pulled it from his underwear and growled, "Open that mouth, fucker. You're gonna suck this cock!" I did as I was told, which sent a little thrill of excitement through me – and through my leaky, stiff cock.

I began licking Sam's dick but he had other ideas and soon shoved it down my throat and began jamming it in and out. "Yeah, you cocksucking bitch. You lay another hand on my sister and I'm gonna turn you into the neighborhood cocksucker." It crossed my mind that it might be worth it. Or course if I could skip the step with Sheila and go directly to being the neighborhood cocksucker, I might like it better.

Unlike Willy, Sam's big belly made it hard to completely swallow his dick, at least without bashing my face into his stomach. Willy solved the problem by grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, enabling Sam to thrust downward into my helpless throat. I couldn't see much other than his big belly aimed at my face. I was back to gagging, gasping and having my eyes water.

"White boy gives good head," Sam snarled. I wasn't doing much other than letting the black man ram his cock down my throat, but maybe that was what good head was all about, at least in certain circles.

"Yah, he born ta suck cock. Born ta eat black nut. Train `em young and dey good for life. Dis boy gonna be worshippin' da big black cock as long as he breathin!" Sam shoved his fat prick into my throat with such force and held it there long enough that I feared I'd pass out. But I remembered watching a porn video where a first-time cocksucker was told to breathe through his nose. It worked.

Unlike Willy's smooth ball sac, Sam's nut case was furry, although his balls were smaller. They kept slamming against my chin as the black stud used my mouth. I was tempted to touch them, maybe massage them in my hand. But I didn't dare.

Sam began breathing heavily. "Fuck, you ready to swallow my nut, cocksucker? You ready for me to sperm your mouth?"

He didn't expect an answer given my mouth was stuffed with his fat black cock. But I wasn't ready. I didn't want the face fuck to end, although I was happy to get a second taste of black ball juice.

"Now dat I spoil him, dis boy always be ready fo mor black nut," Willy laughed.

I got it moments later. Sam grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat and it lurched and pulsed in my mouth. I concentrated on breathing through my nose and enjoying the taste of my second load of cum.

When Sam's rod stopped pumping spunk, he pulled it out and followed Willy's lead of rubbing his tool over my face, coating my skin with a mixture of my spit and his juice. Willy watched the action intently, occasionally stroking his soft cock, but as it developed, he was merely waiting for seconds. He leered at me and grinned. "We ain't don wit yo, white boy. Git yo mouth over here an suck mah balls. Git `em warmed up so dey kin pump anudder load in yo pretty mouth."

Willy's nut sac was smooth and dangled below his cock. His balls looked full and heavy, which couldn't have been the case because he'd just shot a big load down my throat. But the idea of sucking them was... well, kinda hot.

Apparently I hesitated too long for Sam's taste. He grabbed my arms, wrenching them behind my back once again, and shoved my face into Willy's crotch. The dude's balls were in my mouth almost before I knew it. "Yeh, heat da balls up, cocksucker. Yo gon work for my nut."

Willy's wiry, slender body looked awesome and I would have licked every inch of it if I'd been given the chance. I sucked his balls and massaged them with my tongue while drinking in the view. The first time I'd given him head had gone too quickly and I'd been so nervous that all I'd done was concentrate on breathing, keeping my teeth out of the way and hoping my jaws didn't cramp. This time I was determined to savor the man's ripped body.

My hungry gaze didn't go unnoticed. "Dat right, white boy. Yo keep yo pretty blue eyes on da man dat own yo. Any black man dat look into dos eyes gon know yo a submissive white bitch boy. Yo gon suck every black man dat wanna shoot a load!"

Hmm. Either Willy was just talk or it was obvious, at least to some men, what I was. I didn't know how that made me feel. Excited. Horrified. Worried. Scared.

Willy's soft cock was resting on my face as I mouthed his balls, and I kinda liked that. After I thoroughly washed his balls, his tool began to slowly stiffen and the slender black man was ready for another nut. He grabbed his pole and slapped it across my face several times. "Git yo mouth on dat cock, white boy. Suckin black dick is what yo made fo."

Sam still had my arms pinned behind my back, which made getting Willy's schlong into my mouth awkward, but I managed to lick the head and massage it with my mouth. I got my mouth around the head and gradually worked my way down the veiny shaft until my nose was pressed into his sparse pubes. I continued to stare up at him as I worked, watching his dark eyes sneer at me.

"Yah, bitch. Work for dat nut. Show Willy how much yo want his seed." He began flexing his glutes, thrusting forward and pumping his dong down my throat. It wasn't long before he was murmuring and grunting. His thrusts grew bigger until he was slam-fucking my face. I tried, unsuccessfully, to keep from slobbering.

I don't know how long my second blow job of Willy lasted. A while. Too long. Not long enough. I feared my jaws would cramp – and my dick would shoot – but he finally crossed the finish line and blasted his second load down my raw throat. Not as much jizz as the first time, but that was hardly a surprise. It was still a damn nice mouthful of tasty ball juice.

Willy laughed as he pulled his slick rod from my mouth and I gasped for air. "I done spoiled yo, boy. When mah nut get inside a white boy, it drill into dey stomach an changes dem forever. After dat, dey wanna eat as much black dick juice as dey can swallow. Yo gonna need it fo da rest of yo life. Dey a word for you. Bitch ho. Any black man kin have yo when he want, where he want, an how he want. Kin yo feel my babymakers drillin into yo stomach?"

I bit my tongue to keep from snickering. Willy's understanding of anatomy was laughable although it had odd parallels to Luke's fantasy story of becoming addicted to his fantasy boatman's black nut. Willy's description of what would happen to me was spot on. Even now I was hungry for more black ball juice. I'd have stayed on Sam's kitchen floor and sucked cock for as long as he and Willy shot cum rockets down my throat.

Sam kicked me out of the house with a harsh warning about never seeing Sheila again. As soon as I got home, I lost my clothes and pulled my pale, leaky cock from my jock strap. I needed to nut like I'd never needed to before. Jacking off wasn't particularly satisfying because I came so quickly and... well, because I didn't have a black fuck stick rammed down my throat. I coaxed two more loads from my balls before nodding off, having intentionally not brushed my teeth so I could savor the faint taste of black babymakers.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: I would enjoy hearing from you if something struck you about the tale – characters, lines, the setup, etc. – and if it brought back any memories (or any fantasies). Email me at ColtonAalto@gmail.com.

My plan is to post chapter 5 of this story (the last chapter) in two weeks, subject to the usual caveats about delays, disruptions and stray inspirations (resulting in a rewritten chapter). However, Collins' and Jason's story will continue after that in a sequel, and several of the characters in this story will appear in the sequel.

Please read my other Nifty stories! They can be found in the author index under Colton. You can use this link: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#colton. You can also locate them by searching for "Colton Aalto" using the Nifty Archive Search button, or by using this link: https://search.niftyarchives.org/?keywords=colton+aalto&sort=Relevance (I like this link better). I jump around in different Nifty categories, so you'll find a bit of everything. Enjoy!

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