Jack of Spades (part 1)
An eager sucker wants to tell the world yet still remain closeted – discovering the answer plunges the sucker into a whole new world! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I'm a white promiscuous cocksucker, meaning I've sucked so many cocks that I've lost count, and never pass up a chance to suck another.
I have sucked a few black guys, and have loved it. My favorite porn pictures are of white guys sucking black cocks. I have several online friends I chat with regularly who suck black cocks exclusively. I would do the same if I could find enough of them, but I've had to take whatever I can get. Just the same, I give about 3-5 blowjobs a week, though I would love to do that many every day.
I also chat with a number of black guys online. I'd love to blow all of them, but most are out of town. Today I was chatting with a black guy in Texas. During our chat I mentioned that I wished there was some sort of badge or insignia I could wear that wouldn't known to the people I know but would signal my desire to suck black cock.
He told me that I could use the Jack of Spades emblem, a "J" overlaid on a black spade. This was the first I had heard of it, though I had seen a similar Queen of Spades symbol for white women owned by black men.
I was a bit skeptical, yet hopeful. I did a web search for Jack of Spades and found the emblem we discussed, along with some discussion of what it meant.
I downloaded the emblem and made a card that would fit in my shirt pocket, with the about three inches sticking out of the pocket, clearly displaying the Jack of Spades.
Now to try it out. I needed to find a place where I would run into black men. I didn't want to go to a black neighborhood, so I went to a mixed neighborhood.
I walked into a convenience store and walked through the aisles, hoping someone would recognize my intent. There was a black girl at the check-out. As I drew closer she asked, "Do you know what that spade means?"
"I sure do," I said, "that's why I'm out looking."
"Do you care who you suck?" she asked.
"Any will do," I said.
"I got someone for you," she said.
She went to the door to the stock room and yelled out, "Tom, there's a guy here you."
A tall skinny black guy appeared in the doorway and she whispered something to him.
"Come back to the stockroom," Tom said.
I walked into the stock room and he led me behind a shelf and unzipped. I dropped to my knees and soon his cock was in my mouth. His cock was long and not especially thick, but the head was a nice mushroom shape that felt great in my mouth. He just began to pump in and out and soon unloaded into my mouth.
He pulled out and I swallowed, thanking him. He asked if I was in the area often, and I told him I could come back regularly if he wanted more. He told me his work schedule, and I agreed to come back on those days.
As I left the check out girl waved me over to her. "I can hook you up with others if you would like," she said, "my name is Marsha."
I gave her some cards with my contact information and asked her to pass them out to guys who might be interested. She agreed and asked me, "do they all taste the same?"
"No, I replied, "but there is a lot of similarity."
"But you really love the taste?" she asked.
"Every drop of it," I said. I left and walked down the street. I watched the faces of people as I drew close. Most didn't seem to notice, but a few smiled when the saw the spade. I kind of like the fact that they recognized me as a cocksucker, but still found no connections. I continued down the street and a middle aged black man approached me and asked, "you looking for some cock?"
"Yes I am," I replied.
"Then come with me," he said.
He led me into a bar that had mainly black patrons. There was a karaoke singer who had just finished, and he led me up to the microphone. He took the mike and announced, "I have a white boy here wearing a Jack of Spades, who is looking for interested guys. He'll be waiting at the bar."
He turned to me and said, "happy sucking"
I thanked him and he left.
I was about to order a beer when a man approached me and said, "I could use some help."
He led me to the men's room and unzipped. I got to my knees and soon I was sucking his cock. As I sucked two more guys came in and unzipped. It was really hot to suck this guy while two more big black cocks were waiting for their turn.
Soon the first guy shot his hot load in my mouth and pulled out. I swallowed and he backed off and one of the other two took his place. As I sucked several more guys came in. I finished the second guy and went on to the next guy. While I sucked the other guys still more came in. After finishing the last guy I got up and walked out. I had counted ten blowjobs. That, along with the kid at the convenience store made eleven loads swallowed in about an hour. My stomach was feeling a little queezy, which meant that I was close to my limit. I had previously swallowed a dozen loads in an hour and nearly threw up. Knowing I was close to my limit I decided to call it a night.
I went home, glad that the Jack of Spades worked.
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While this is a work of fiction, the meaning of the Jack of Spades is real. I will be glad to send you information on this as requeste. Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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