Jack of Spades (part 2)
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 awoke the next day thinking about my cocksucking adventure yesterday. I had thought I was doing ok sucking 3-5 cocks a week, and an occasional black cock. But yesterday I sucked eleven black cocks, and I knew I could get many more!
My challenge was how many loads of cum I could swallow. I knew from experience that I could swallow twelve loads in an hour, and was sure that wasn't my daily limit. I didn't know how long I might need to wait before I could resume sucking. I hoped that with practice my body would become accustomed to more and more cum, allowing me to increase my limit.
I decided to try to suck my limit of twelve, and then wait an hour and see how many more I could take.
After breakfast I went to the convenience store to suck Tom. I greeted the Marsha at the check out, who said that Tom was in the back, and asked me to stop to see her afterward.
I entered the stock room and called out to Tom. He was glad to see me, and took me behind a shelf unit and unzipped. I blew him while he told me what a good white boy cocksucker I was. He asked me if I would blow his friends and I nodded in agreement. After swallowing his load I asked him about blowing his friends.
He told me to come back tomorrow and he would set it up. I thanked him and went to see Marsha. She said that she passed out my cards, most of the guys liked the idea and would probably be contacting me.
"My dad coaches a basketball team at the YMCA," Marsha said, "and wanted to give the team a reward if they win the championship," she explained, "would you be willing to blow the entire team?"
"Sure, as well as the coach!" I said.
"Ok, I'll talk with my dad about it," she said, "he may want to meet you first."
"That would be fine," I said, "I'll be glad to audition for him."
"He makes me blow him," she confessed, "but maybe he will like your mouth better – if you can take over for me I will work to find you as much black cock as you can handle."
"Sounds like a deal!" I said, liking this new partnership.
I walked down to the bar where I sucked last night. There weren't many customers at that time. I approached the bar and was recognized. The bar tender said, "You made a real hit last night, but we aren't very busy right now, but you can blow me."
He told me to come around to behind the bar and moved a couple of cases of beer from under the bar to create an opening. He told me to get into the opening which I did, kneeling to suck him.
He was uncut, so I worked the tip of my tongue into the opening of his foreskin. Running my tongue between the foreskin and the head I could feel his cock swell. Uncut guys tended to have very sensitive cock heads, so I expected that he would not last long.
As his cock grew, the head emerged from the foreskin and I sucked him eagerly. Soon he was pumping his hot cum into my mouth.
"This white boy can really suck!" he exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to hear.
He pulled out and I swallowed, then stood up. There were only five other customers, but they all expressed interest, so I sucked them all in the men's room.
It was a turning out to be a great day – seven blowjobs before lunch time, and the prospect of blowing the entire basketball team, as well as Tom's friends!
I left the bar, thanking all the contributors, making sure they all had my card.
I walked down the street wondering where else I might find more cocks to suck. It was almost noon, so I entered a restaurant and was seated in a booth. The waitress either did not recognize the Jack of Spades sticking out of my shirt pocket, or ignored it. She took my order and moved on.
In a few minutes a tall thin black guy in his thirties sat opposite me in the booth and introduced himself as Frank.
"I'm surprised to see anyone displaying that here," he said, "with all the religious nuts in this area, I didn't think anyone would be so open."
"I've been active for quite a while," I explained, "but have just started showing this, and it is working wonderfully."
"I have a group of friends who play poker every Friday night," Frank said, "and we enjoy watching porn of white guys sucking blacks. We really get turned on by a white boy submitting."
"I'd like to meet your friends," I said, "and submit to them."
Frank smiled broadly and wrote the address on a napkin. I gave him one of my cocksucker cards and asked if he would like a blowjob now. He agreed and he led me out of the restaurant and down an alley. Pausing next to a dumpster I dropped to my knees and sucked him. "You know your place, white boy," he said, "on your knees sucking every cock given to him."
He enjoyed using abusive language and I liked it too. Soon he gave me his load, pushing deep into my mouth has he came.
"Nice job, cocksucker!" he said, as he pulled out and walked off, "see you Friday night at 7."
I got up and brushed off my knees. I had knelt in a little water so my knees were visibly wet. I wasn't hiding the fact that I was a cocksucker, so it didn't bother me.
Returning to the restaurant I saw the waitress setting my lunch on my table. She welcomed me back and, seeing my wet knees, said, "I see you've been busy."
"Yes, just an appetizer," I replied. She probably thought she was embarrassing me, but I was really proud of what I had done.
After I paid for my meal I returned home, intending to return to the bar tonight to swallow my limit, and maybe more.
It was Saturday, so there should be a good crowd tonight. I didn't expect much on Sunday, and Friday was a long way off, so I decided to swallow all I could today.
I returned home for now.
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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 requested. Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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