Seafood

Seafood 11 by Mark James

I laughed. "Okay, I'll see you in half an hour. Come on Jerry." I led him to the bedroom.

"Get those clothes off and lay on the bed on your back. God I love seafood in the morning. Even if I can't come again, I can suck you off,"

I stripped off my clothes, got on the bed and assumed the 69 position, with my ass in his face and his cock in my mouth.

"Eat out my ass, sailor while I suck off your fine looking cock and get some delicious cum."

"Yes sir."

He set his big wet tongue to licking and slurping on my asshole while I took his cock down to this pubes and proceeded to slowly blow him. I massaged his balls while I slid his hard erect cock in and out of my mouth between my hot, wet lips. After a couple of minutes of me sucking his cock he bent his knees, bucked his knees and tried to face fuck me.

"Stop that. Just lay there and get your cock sucked. I don't want or need you to fuck my mouth."

"Sorry sir."

I sat up and sat down on his face, drove his head into the mattress and wiggled my ass. Jerry stuck his tongue in my asshole like a spear and got it half way up my anal canal.

"Yeah man, that's it, use that tongue. Oh that's great, Jerry, I love your tongue."

I took his cock back in my mouth, exerted more lip pressure, and increased my sucking rate. I could feel his stomach and thigh muscles tensing as I brought him toward orgasm.

He so badly wanted to start bucking his hips. But he refrained. He wiggled his ass and groaned and moaned as the orgasm came close and closer. So I stopped sucking, sat up and kneaded his stomach muscles. His cock twitched and copious amounts of pre-cum leaked out on to the head of his cock but his muscles relaxed and his orgasm receded.

I pulled his legs up over his body and licked his asshole while I massaged his perineum.

Then I sucked on his cock again and brought him to the edge of orgasm and stopped. I did this a couple of more times, and then I let his legs back down on the bed. I used my thumbs and index fingers to encircle his balls and cock and exerted pressure like a cock ring would. I sucked on his cock and drew blood into it, and it swelled, because the blood could not flow back out. I licked and sucked on the enormous cock head, he couldn't keep his body still and wiggled and twitched and shook and I brought him toward orgasm again.

The orgasm built and built. Because of the pressure of my hands on the base of his cock I delayed the orgasm until it was almost painful for him.

"Please, Ed, let me come. Oh God that's so great. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Please, please, let me blow."

He could not help himself he bucked his hips back and forth and licked and sucked on my asshole for all he was worth.

"Please Ed, please. Oh God, that's so good.

I released the pressure of my hands, increased my lip pressure and rapidly sucked up and down on his cock.

"Awghhh, oh, Fuck, Goddamn, Shit. Awwwwghhhhhh."

He came with such force that his cum streams went right down my throat like bullets and he came and came and came. I barely managed to keep up with the cum stream as I spasmodically swallowed. Ever muscle he had was tensed and they could probably hear him yell blocks away. Then abruptly all his muscles relaxed and the blood rapidly drained from his cock. He was all done.

I heard clapping. I looked over at the door and there were Larry and Dean watching and clapping.

Dean said, "Hey, Jerry was making so much noise we had to come see what was going on. That was a stellar blow job; masterful. Breakfast is ready. You guys better get cleaned up."

Jerry said, "I don't think I can stand up. Jesus Ed, I didn't know an orgasm could be that intense. Now I'm spoiled. I'm only 19 and now I`ll spend the rest of my life trying to have another one like that."

I whacked him on the leg and said, "It keeps the customers coming back. Get up, clean up and get dressed. You don't want to miss this breakfast. Dean is a gourmet chef."

Breakfast was incredible. I was going to be spoiled and I was really going to miss Dean when he went back to the base. I volunteered for KP and as he went in the living room Dean said that dinner was at 3:00 and if anybody wanted supper it would have to be leftovers.

Later Jerry came in the kitchen to say goodbye while I was putting the dishes away.

"You don't have to leave. Feel free to stay here until you have to report back in. You can come and go as you please. You know dinner is at 3:00. Have sex with Larry and/or Dean, myself or who else you can find. Dean's going to be cooking dinner, but maybe you and Larry want to go somewhere. I'll bet you could persuade Dean to cook naked. Maybe you could suck him off or fuck his ass while he's fixing dinner, or maybe he could do you. There are all sorts of interesting possibilities."

"Thanks Ed. I didn't realize I had an open invitation."

"Okay, Go. Do. Whatever you want or you can persuade somebody else to do. If you go downtown and find somebody you want to suck bring them back here. Maybe we will have an orgy if you don't mind sharing your tricks."

He wandered off and I went back to my coffee and newspaper. Finally I got up and did some housework. I started collecting trash from various trash baskets. In Dean and Larry's room I found the basket filled with a lot of sheets of paper. I looked at them and saw that they were pornographic line drawings and they were damned good work. I went back in the living room and asked Larry who had drawn them.

"I did. I was just fooling around so I trashed them."

"Where did you learn to draw like that?"

"I didn't learn; I've always been able to draw. Sometimes that is all that kept me sane while I was going from foster home to foster home."

"These are good. Do you mind if I keep them?"

"No, I'd already thrown them away."

"Have you ever drawn on canvas?"

"No, the drawings are just something I do. I'm no artist. Those would get me court-martialed if anybody found them on me. I've never had the time or money to paint, but I've always wondered what it would be like to be able to experiment."

"Come with me.

"Dean, we'll be in the back yard," I said as we passed through the kitchen.

"Ok," he said as he leaned over and took something out of the oven.

There was another building in the back yard and we went inside.

There was a complete artist's studio inside and there were numerous paintings stacked along the wall.

"What's this? Dean asked with awe.

"This is my studio. I also paint."

"Jeez."

I put a blank canvas on an easel, showed him where all the supplies were stored and led him over to the library containing hundreds of books about painting and artists.

"If you want, feel free to use anything here."

He looked like a boy in a candy store.

"I'm going back inside."

I don't think he even heard me.

As I walked back to the house I heard a voice say, "Mista Ed."

I turned around and there stood this awesome black stud in just a pair of jeans gnawing on the stem of a flower he was holding in his hand.

"Jesus Christ, Jacob, where did you come from?" I yelled as I rushed over and enveloped him in a bear hug and swung him around and around.

"Oh God, I'm so glad you are all right. When I heard you were drafted and just disappeared in the military maw I was beside myself. God damn let me look at you, I said as I stepped back. You've grown into a man. Goddamn you're a real hunk aren't you?"

"I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. I can't believe you're glad to see me after the way we parted and what I called you. I still don't know why you, a white man, would care about a Negro kid. God I've missed you," he said as his tears ran down his cheeks. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me. It wasn't just the sex with you was it? I didn't know how really nasty white and black people could be until I left home."

I grabbed his face with my hands and planted a big one right on his mouth.

"No Jacob, it wasn't just the sex. The sex was great but it was what you needed at the time. You initiated it and it could have gotten us either arrested or killed if anyone had found out. But when you called me a "queer pervert who preyed on children" and stormed out you broke my heart. Then when you disappeared into the army and I never heard from you again I almost killed myself as much from my loss as what you thought I had done to you. Fuck man, I'm so glad to see you and to know you are alright."

We were both standing there crying like babies. I opened my arms and he melded into them like we had never parted and we stood there and hugged each other for 15 minutes.

He murmured, "Can we make love?"

I said, "I'd like that, but there a 3 sailors staying here right now. Let me introduce you first. I don't expect any racial prejudice from them but you never know."

We went in the studio and we interrupted Larry in the midst of painting a nude on canvas.

"Larry this is Jacob an old friend and lover of mine. Jacob, Larry is here on a 3 day pass."

Larry looked up distractedly and said, "Shit."

I had my arm around Jacob and we could both feel the other immediately tense up expecting Larry to make some kind of racial slur.

"I'm sorry, I'm glad to meet you Jacob. Any friend of Ed's is a friend of mine. I've been trying to get this drawing right and I looked up and there you were, the very picture of what I was trying to capture. Would you mind standing there a few minutes so I could capture your likeness? Thanks.

Larry took a tablet and pencil and started drawing and in 5 minutes had drawn an incredible likeness of Jacob.

"That's great," both Jacob and I said at once. "See Larry you've got me doing it now."

"I'd love to draw you nude, if you don't mind and have the time."

"I don't have time today, but I am here on a 30 day leave from the 93rd Infantry Division and I will be here another week and a half."

"Well I only have the rest of today and tomorrow and my 3 day pass is up."

"We'll work something out."

"Let's go in the house and meet Dean and Jerry."

We went in and I introduced the guys. They both reacted just like Larry. I don't think any of them had ever met a Negro before but it didn't seem to matter. We went in the bedroom and I closed the door.

"Is Dean your cook?"

I laughed. "No he just likes to cook. I picked up all 3 guys this weekend so I could suck their dicks and invited them to stay until their passes were up."

"They must not be from the south or a big city where everybody knows "Niggers" use the back door, are always called "boy" no matter what their age, always say "sir" or "mam and would never be invited to eat with the white folks at the dining room table. I almost laughed when Dean asked if I was staying for dinner."

"You are welcome to stay, but you are right your mamma would kill you if you missed her Sunday dinner and I know she is going to insist that you go to the 12:00 church service. As to the other stuff, prejudice has to be taught."

We found ourselves touching and feeling each others bodies and we moved to the bed and lay down. We kissed and cuddled and I could see the big bulge in his jeans, but I didn't know how far to take this. I didn't want to scare him away again. But this time he was a man and not a boy.

"You know," he said as he lay with his head on my chest, "it's bad enough to be black and queer, but to also be attracted to white guys makes my life a real misery. I've only had sex with 2 guys and you are the only one I ever enjoyed having sex with. I know, I know, don't say it, I seduced you. All you did was reciprocate and I used that to make you the whipping boy for my dilemma. I love sucking your cock. Actually I think I would like sucking white cock, in general, to sucking black cock. But how does a black queer find white cock in a segregated country without getting himself killed?"

He took my hand and moved it to the bulge in his jeans.

"I'm not made of glass. I won't break if you touch me sexually. I know you; you are dying to suck my cock. If you don't use your mouth I am probably going to cum anyway and you would hate not having sucked me off."

He undid his jeans and pushed them down to mid thigh and his cut 7.5 inch cock, oozing pre-cum popped straight up

I reached down and took his shaft in my hand and stroked it.

"Wait," he said.

He got up, took off his pants and shoes, pulled me down to the middle of the bed, straddled my chest and waved his cock in my face.

"I almost forgot that you love to be submissive. Of course, I think you are really just lazy and want me to do all of the work."

I couldn't have answered him if I wanted too because he had his cock in my mouth and was in the process of burying it deep in my throat. He worked it all the way in and my lips were in his pubes. He leaned his torso over my head, humped his hips and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, Ed, I had forgotten how wonderful it was to fuck your mouth. I know you like me to be a little rough but I don't want the sensation to end and if I go any faster I'm gonna cum. Oh that's so good. Oh, oh, oh, oh, here I cum. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now swallow. I'm gonna fill you up again. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Swallow. Push me away when you want me to stop fucking your mouth."

Finally he pulled away, flopped beside me on the bed leaned over and kissed me as his hand massaged my cock.

Eventually he broke the kiss, stopped trying to make me hard and said, "You must have had quite a morning if you can't get it up, old man."

I laughed and said, "You wouldn't believe my morning. But having had experience with you before I bet you will be ready to go again in 15 minutes. Youth conquers all."

"Damn, I would love to suck on a hard cock."

"I'll bet Dean or Jerry would love to get a blow job or to give you a blow job. You want me to ask them?"

"You think they would have a problem having sex with a "Nigger?"

"Stop that shit. You're just a man and my friend, actually my lover. I don't care about the rest of the world. Everybody here is gay and you said you had the hots for white men. Now is your chance to meet some white guys on neutral territory."

"Well OK."

I went to the door and called for the guys.

"You guys got a half an hour for a four way."

Dean said, "Give me 5 minutes," and Jerry said, "Sure, be right there."