SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T) BY: MOORE
Part 6
Chapter XI
The bathtub was halfway filled, I was all the way hard, when Oliver came into the bathroom. Unless he was going to take a bath with his shorts on, I'd get to see his magnificent black cock again. Sure enough, he stood by the toilet, let his shorts drop to his feet and kicked them away. If he was going to piss I wanted it, his pissing cock, in my slave boy mouth. I dropped to my knees beside him, grunting in pain as the leash sunk deeper into my ass and tightened around my trussed balls, and put the toilet lid down. I opened as wide as I could and with a short laugh, Oliver dropped his dick into my mouth and pissed.
I drank deeply. I was thirsty. The only liquid I'd had all day was piss from my master's dick and I wanted all I could get. As the flow ebbed I took a chance. Without his permission I closed my lips around Oliver's cock and sucked. He didn't stop me. He put his hands on the back of my head, I needed to be held in place like a kid needs to be forced to eat ice cream, and unhooked the leash from my collar. It fell to the tiled floor with a clatter and my head was free. My balls were trussed, but my head was free to move, bob, suck my master's cock.
My world was in my mouth and my world was expanding. I wanted to suck my master's cock, enjoy a nice slow blow job, and taste my master's sweet precum. I wanted to lick my master's balls, take them in my mouth. I wanted to feel my master's cum spurt into my mouth, hot and thick, salty and creamy, coating my tongue. My master wanted to take a bath.
Oliver pushed me away and stepped into the tub. My face lit up with joy when he said to unwrap my balls and join him in the tub. The water was hot, it felt good. Oliver handed me the soap and shampoo and said to wash him. Two naked boys in a tub, one black, one white, one a master, the other a slave, taking a bath. Like a good little slave boy I washed my master from head to toe. I wasn't allowed to touch him when his cock was in my mouth, but now, in the bathtub, I could touch him all over with my soapy hands. I saved his cock and balls for last. When every other part was squeaky clean I washed the mounds of his ass and in between too. I washed his pubic hair and the wrinkled skin of his nutsack. With two hands I held his cock, which had grown to massive proportions, and guided the head to my mouth. Kneeling between his legs in the dirty bath water I gently sucked my master's cock.
My spirits soared when he didn't stop me from feasting at my own pace on his ebony spear. I plunged my head down, taking him deep into my throat, and up, to lick and suck the huge mushroom head. Again and again until I sensed that he was ready to cum, ready to spill the heated cream from his balls into my eager mouth. I had waited all day, no, two years for this moment. Two years since I last sucked Tim and felt spurts of cum jetting into my mouth. For two years I'd been jerking off into the condoms I got at the creek and eating my own cum, but I missed the rush, the thrill I get when a cock spurts in my mouth. I clamped my lips behind the flanged head of Oliver's dick and sucked hard.
As I said, I don't go to the creek during the summer, but I do go there to hang out with my friends when the weather is too cool for swimming. The day I got the condoms a bunch of us were just hanging out when we heard a car pull up. A moment later, four boys from high school came through the bushes that hid the creek from the road. A colored girl with them. They stopped when they saw us and huddled together.
"I say let 'em watch, whatdya think Lou?" One said. Bumbling Louis Stallings, great athlete, but not too bright, replied. "Duh, yeah, sure."
"Y'all boys can watch us fuck Lou's sister, but keep still. C'mon bitch, take off that pretty dress so it don't get dirty. Lay back on this nice soft grass and spread 'em for your brother."
The colored girl shrugged, winked at us, and slipped out of her dress. She was naked underneath. Dark brown tits with big pink nipples and a bushy patch of pubic hair. Did nothing for me, but my friends eyes bugged out. My dick got hard, precum leaked into the old jock strap I was wearing under my jeans, when Lou dropped his pants. He had a dark beauty, long and fat. Perfect for sucking. I sighed when he unrolled a condom onto his erect cock.
Two plus two was a challenge for Lou, but he knew how to fuck. He mounted his sister and fucked her hard for several minutes, my eyes were glued to his swinging balls. He came with a loud animal grunt and pulled out. He removed the cum filled condom and hung it on a nearby bush. The three other boys, white boys, each took a turn, fucked Lou's sister with condom covered cocks, and hung the used condom on the bush. I was jealous of those four cum filled condoms. What a waste.
Visions of Tim and the crew flooded my brain like so much of their cum had flooded my mouth last year. I could almost taste it. Warm and creamy, spicy, salty and thick. I was determined to retrieve those condoms...while the cum was still fresh.
My friends pushed forward for a closer look at the colored girl's pussy. I'd have been first on line to look at a prick, but pussy? There's nothing there for a cocksucker like me. Nothing to suck. No cock, no balls, no cum to lick up. I held back as everyone else pushed forward and when I thought no one was looking...I pocketed the four condoms and ran all the way home.
My clothes came off as soon as my foot touched the driveway. I was a Winslow slave boy returning home and Winslow slave boys are supposed to be naked on the plantation. I raced past Lottie in the kitchen and up to my room to closely inspect my treasures. One condom, there was no way to tell which one, had been used by Lou to fuck his own sister. What a disgusting thing to do, I thought, fuck your own sister. How low can a guy go?
I held one condom up to the light and tentatively touched my tongue to the tip which was filled with milky white sperm. Only a short time ago this rubber, this scum bag, had been inside a pussy, a colored girl's cunt. The smell and the taste wasn't bad though, and the sperm inside was still slightly warm. I held the elastic top open and stuck my nose inside to smell the cum. I love the smell of cum. When I was Tim's slave boy cocksucker, servicing ten guys a day, my body and my breath reeked of it. Carefully, so as not to lose a drop of the precious fluid inside, I turned the condom inside out and feasted on spent cum. Eating another boys' sperm from a squishy used scumbag was so much better than jerking off and licking my own cum off my hand. Not as good as sucking a guys cock and taking his load, but far better than some of the other things I'd been doing the past year to satisfy my craving for cum.
I'd been staying late after school and hanging around the locker room after football practice. I found a good hiding place where I could secretly watch the athletes in the shower. All those naked bodies and suckable cocks. Once a week, twice if I was lucky and he was horny, Lou Stallings, one of the boys I watched at the creek, would complain about his sister, that she refused to put out, take care of his needs. Stupid girl. Lou had one beautiful dick. Stupid me. If I had balls, if I wasn't so afraid of being exposed as a fag and subjected to the ridicule and humiliation....I would have taken good care of his needs. Right there in the shower, in front of his teammates, I would have gladly gone to my knees and sucked his dark cock.
Lou took matters into his own hand and, right in front of his teammates, he would jerk off in the shower. One hard cock deserves another and before long most of the team would be jerking off and cum would be flying all over the shower.
I'm not proud of what I did after they left. I'm not sorry either. It was no worse than sucking sperm out of a used scumbag. I'd leave my hiding place and lick up the wads and strings of cum clinging to the shower walls. On my hands and knees I'd search for more cum, on the floor and around the drains. I even pried off the drain covers and lifted out the hair filled traps looking for wads of congealed cum. I ate a lot of hair, a lot of soap scum, but it was worth it.
I'd go into the bathroom next to check out the urinals and the toilet stalls. Guys who didn't like to jerk off in the shower with the rest of the team did it here. On a good day, if the guy didn't flush after jerking off, a nice load of cum could be licked off the back wall of the urinal. The days collection of piss and pubic hair didn't stop me from licking the rim where, even if the guy flushed, a drop or two of sperm could usually be found. The toilet stalls, on the other hand, were a cum lover's nightmare. Sperm could be anywhere. I'd lick up the easy stuff from the toilet seat and walls, and use my underwear to wipe up the cum that my tongue couldn't reach.
Finally, I'd go into the locker room, climb naked into the big laundry basket and bury myself underneath a mountain of dirty uniforms, sweat socks and jock straps. The smell was wonderful and licking inside the pouch of dirty jock straps made me feel like a little boy again. I would stroke my dick and cum hard with a jock stuffed in my mouth and a jock on my face, but nothing could replace the satisfaction I got from a cock sliding along my tongue or sucking it into my throat or the joy of fresh sperm squirting into my mouth.
All too soon the four used condoms were empty. Sucked clean, inside and out, of every trace of cum and cunt slime. I refilled them often with my own sperm. One of them broke when I overfilled it with piss. I lost another when I accidently swallowed it.
Oliver found the last two scumbags when he discovered all my other treasures. Hopefully I wouldn't need them anymore to collect sperm for my cum starved mouth. I clamped my lips behind the flanged head of Oliver's dick and sucked hard. His dick was wonderful. I felt privileged to be his personal slave boy, to kneel before him, to have his black dick lodged in my mouth. Hopefully I would be worthy and my new master would use me, use my slave boy cocksucking mouth as his personal scumbag. I made a silent vow. While sucking my master's cock I vowed to be the best cocksucker, the best personal slave boy that ever lived on the Winslow plantation.
The first heavy spurt, a huge wad of Oliver's cum, hit the back of my mouth and slid easily down my throat. I backed off his cock a bit, keeping just the head in my mouth, to savor the taste and texture of my master's sperm. Oliver didn't fail to deliver the load of spunk I craved. Thick, rich tasting cream, spurt after spurt, filled my mouth. The smell filled my nose. After two long and frustrating years, I once again had a hard pulsing cock, my master's cock, using my slave boy cocksucking mouth for his pleasure...and mine.
The bath water cooled. The sperm leaking out of my cum filled mouth cooled. I stayed hot. Oliver's dick stayed hot and big in my mouth. Even soft his dick was a mouth filling piece of black meat, much bigger and fatter than my own fully erect dick. I sucked gently on the shaft and then the head, eager for even the tiniest bit of cum. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth I was lost, empty. Kneeling in the dirty bath water, like a good little slave boy, I licked my master's balls clean.
I dried my master's body with a big fluffy towel and followed him into my bedroom. He dressed quickly in some of my best clothes and left the room. I held back. My dick was hard and pulsing. I needed to jerk off, but Oliver called to me from the hall. "C'mon slave boy, somebody is at the door. Must be the pizza." The master was calling his personal slave boy. I obeyed.
The doorbell was ringing as we entered the kitchen. Lottie must have gone out or she would have gotten it. I opened the door and standing outside with a pizza box in hand, a stunned look on his face, was Lou Stallings. Behind me Oliver called out, "C'mon in bro. The pizza smells good." Lou walked passed me, muttering under his breath, and set the box on the table.
"Hi. Oliver Carver. What does my slave owe you?" I cringed. Oliver stuck out his hand and the black boys exchanged a strange handshake and looked back at me. Except for the dog collar around my neck, I was bare assed naked. I'm so used to not wearing clothes at home, my mind was so focused on Oliver, his magnificent cock, sucking it again, the taste of his cum...I had answered the door naked, naked and erect.
"Twenny bucks'll do it," Lou said. "Pay the man, slave boy," Oliver said to me. I shuddered. Lou had a blank, frightened look on his face.
"Do you, ah, be knowin' who dis here white boy be? His daddy ....."
"Sure I know who he is," Oliver cut in. "Jefferson Davis Winslow III, my personal slave boy."
"Huh?"
"You know about slaves and Abraham Lincoln?"
"Uh huh, sure ah do," Lou said. "Mah great granpappy was a slave, right here on dis plantation an' Pres'dent Lincoln freed him an' all da colored slaves."
Oliver grinned. "Very good, Lou. You're pretty smart. President Lincoln freed all the black slaves in the south, but up north, where I come from, black people are allowed to have slaves. White boys, like Jeff here, got to take care of us black brothers."
Lou's simple mind was overtaxed, working overtime trying hard to understand what Oliver was saying. He looked at me, naked and with a dog collar around my neck. He looked back to Oliver, dressed in fine clothes. "You be tellin' me dat dis here nekked white boy is bein' y'alls slave?"
"That's right, Lou. My personal slave."
"He gots t' do whatalls you want?"
Oliver looked at me and grabbed his crotch. I could see the outline of his cock hanging down his pants leg. "Right again, Lou" Oliver said slowly, "My personal slave boy and he does everything I tell him. Isn't that right, Jeff?"
I gulped. I suppose I could have denied it, but Oliver's cock was growing, snaking down the leg of his pants. The head was pulsing and pushing against the fabric. "Yes," I whispered.
Oliver ran a finger along the length of his cock and thrust his hips in my direction. "What'd you say, Jeff? I don't think my friend Lou heard you."
The memory of Oliver's dick in my throat. The taste of his cum still strong in my mouth. "Yes!" I shouted, "Yes!"
"Yes what," Oliver demanded. "Yes, Master," I replied.
"Pay the man for the pizza," Oliver said as he helped himself to a slice." When I returned with the money the two of them were talking and laughing together. Between bites of pizza, Lou was telling Oliver how he sometimes got to fuck his sister, but mostly had to jerk off when he got horny. I'd seen him fuck his sister at the creek and I'd watched him jerk off in the showers. Lou had a nice dick.
"You horny now, Lou?" Oliver asked as he took a bite of pizza.
"Ah sure am," Lou said. "Ah is horny most all dah time."
"Your sister ever suck your dick? You know, give you a blow job?"
"Sum times she done that. Ah like it, but she's partial to fuckin' 'stead a suckin'. Funny, huh. Fuckin' 'stead a suckin'. Sorta like po'try."
Oliver looked at me and said. "Hey Lou? How'd you like a blow job, right now? My personal slave boy's a pretty good cocksucker. I'd be happy to let you use him, if you want to."
Use me. Oliver was offering me to a perfect stranger, a guy he'd never met before. I could feel the blood rush to my head and, maybe just a little, to my dick. Tim had shared me with his friends. Despite my initial protests, Tim had ordered me to service his friends.... so I did. I was Tim's slave then so I had to obey him. I was also a cocksucker, I liked to suck dick. I was Oliver's slave boy now. I was still a cocksucker. More than ever I liked to suck dick, Oliver's dick, and feel it lodged in my throat, and feel his cum, so thick and sweet tasting, spurting into my mouth, and feel his balls bouncing against my chin, and his piss, and the smell, the salty taste, of his sweat....
Oliver smiled, knowingly, when I dropped to my knees as a sign of my servitude. I was a Winslow slave boy, naked and on my knees where I belonged. I was ready to serve my master, obey his every command. I also wanted to suck Lou's cock. I'd seen him at the creek and in the showers, the guy had a very suckable dick. Not as big as Oliver off course, but big enough to stretch my lips around and give me that mouth full of cock feeling. I knew he was a strong shooter and made a big load of spunk in his balls, from watching him jerk off in the shower. I was keen to have him squirt his cum directly into my mouth instead of licking it off the shower walls and floor or out of a condom.
"No joke, Lou. I'm serious," Oliver said when Lou began to laugh. Jeff'll be happy to give you a blow job."
"Ahhh," Lou drawled, "Y'all not be pullin' mah leg, teasin' dis ol' country fella? Ah knows all 'bout sex, an' 'cept fo' queers, it be girls like mah sister an' married ladies s'posed t' keep us men folks satisfied wit fuckin' an' cock suckin'. Ahm jus' sayin' ah aint never hear tell a no queer boys from 'round here, 'specially no white boy, suckin' dick."
Oliver snapped his fingers at me and pointed to a spot on the floor. "Then your in for a treat, Lou," Oliver said as I crawled across the kitchen floor and settled myself on my knees, between Lou's legs. "Queer boys, Lou, fags, make the best cocksuckers. They know how to take care of a real man's dick. Isn't that right, Jeff?"
I shook my head yes and rubbed my cheek on the growing bulge in Lou's pants.
"I bet your sister never asked to suck your dick."
"You be raght 'bout that," Lou said, "Ah gots t' make da bitch do it an' she be complain' an' gaggin' da whole time 'cause ah gots me a big ol' slab a bacon hangin' 'tween mah legs. Aint never got mor'n a tiny bit a mah meat inta mah sister's mouth. Mebbe ah'll, all dis talkin' 'bout... feelin' da need..."
Oliver thumped me on the head. "Take care of my friend, slave boy." Oliver thumped me again. "Ask him first....nicely."
I put my hands on his thighs and looked up at Lou's face. "Lou," I said tentatively. "Please let me take care of your cock. I'll suck it real nice for you." Lou's worn button©fly Levis opened easily, no underwear, and his hardening black beauty hit me in the face. A couple of licks on the underside and his 'big ol' slab a bacon' was ready for eating.
He inched forward on the chair, slide his pants down to the floor and over his shoes, and said,"Do mah balls."
Must not have been Lou's week for a bath because the smell and the sweat when I swiped my tongue under his hairy nut suck was ripe. I popped one ball into my mouth, sucked gently and Lou gasped. I stroked his dick with one hand and sucked his balls. My other hand was wrapped around my own hardon, something Oliver hadn't let me do all day. Lou was shaking all over, trembling, and grunting. He was ready to blow, I was ready to suck.
I came off his balls and saw a nice bead of precum just waiting to be licked off the tip of his cock. Before I could catch the shiny morsel Lou shouted out. "Stop! Ah's aint got no rubber. Y'know, one a dem scumbags t' catch mah sperms. Mah sister sayn' ah gots t' cover up when we be fuckin' cauz she don' want no young'uns afore she bein' fifteen, an' suckin' too, cauz no raght mind' persons be drinkin' down what all nasty stuff be 'jaculatin' outta mah dick."
I looked over my shoulder at Oliver who was shaking his head and grinning behind his hand. "Remember what I said about queer boys, Lou? How fags, like my slave boy Jeff here, make the very best cocksuckers? Well..., nah, you explain it to him, Jeff. Let Lou hear it from you right from a cocksucker's mouth."
I turned my head back to a very perplexed Lou, a simple fellow, who had likely never been more than fifty miles away from this small Mississippi town where white people still held power. His own great grandfather had been a slave on the Winslow plantation, probably had a picture of him in my daddy's collection. Lou fucked his own sister and he let three white boys fuck her too. I took hold of his black cock, rubbed it all over my face. I kissed his black balls.
In Lou's world white boys weren't supposed to be slaves, but here I was, a white boy, from a rich family no less, naked and kneeling before him, sucking his balls and stroking his hardon. How to tell him...., he wouldn't believe.... He wouldn't believe it if I told him that I had tasted his cum before, from a used condom and from the shower room walls. How to explain....
"Lou," I began, "You know I'm a slave, right? Oliver's slave. I'm also a queer boy, Lou, a faggot, a cocksucker." I tried to pull Lou's cock to my lips, but he stopped me. "I like it when a guy puts his cock in my mouth. I like to suck dick. That's what cocksuckers, fags like me, do."
He let me rub his cock on my nose and upper lip....., progress.
"Now I don't know about girls, but for faggot cocksuckers like me, sucking on a guy's prick, especially a nice prick like yours, well, sucking it is only part... half of....."
Lou's cock was pulsing, oozing precum. His nuts were rising.
"We, I mean fags, I mean me..., I don't think it's nasty, the sperm I mean, the stuff shooting out of your dick." Lou was close, too close, and he was still muttering about rubbers and scumbags. He pushed my hands off his cock and began to jerk it himself. Logic wasn't going to cut it with Lou. At best I'd get some on my face and chest. Desperate times call for........
"Please Lou, I'm begging you. Don't cum yet. Please put your dick in my mouth, let me suck you off." He gave me a look, shrugged, and painted my lips with silken precum. "Inside me, Lou, please, in my mouth, cum in my mouth Lou. Fill my faggot mouth with sperm. No rubber, Lou, I'm the rubber, the scum...." Lou grabbed my head and stuffed his fat cock into my mouth.
I kept one hand on my cock, put my other hand on top of his ass and in one slow slide, Lou's suckable meat was balls deep in my mouth. I swallowed a couple of times to massage the cock head and to clear away the accumulation of spit and precum. He kept scrunching forward on the chair and raising his ass to get more of his dick into my accommodating mouth. My nose was pressed against his stomach, kinky pubic hair at the base of his cock was scratching my lips. My mouth was rolled down all of Lou's thick prick. Felt so good. Oh, yeah. My mouth....., my scumbag mouth, was ready to receive a load of Lou's scum.
I came when Lou came. My spunk landed on the kitchen floor. Lou's spunk, well, I tried not to swallow as his hot sperm poured into my mouth. I opened my mouth to show him his load, he seemed surprised that I could hold so much in my mouth without choking.
"He gonna swalla dat scum shit?" Lou asked Oliver as he pulled up and buttoned his Levis. I made a big show of swishing Lou's salty cum around my mouth and swallowing it with a big gulp.
"Man, I see'n it wit' mah own eyes, but ah cain't hardly b'lieve it.'Preciate use a y'alls slave boy, Oliver, an' dat scumbag mouth a his, but ah best be gettin' back t' da store. Wait'll ah tell...."
In a panic, I followed Lou outside to his delivery van. Lottie drove up as I was promising Lou future blow jobs in exchange for keeping it a secret. Be seein' ya in school, scumbag, were his last words as he drove off laughing. Not a good sign.
"Good evening, Jefferson." Lottie always called me Jefferson when she had something important to say to me. I knew it wasn't about my being naked. She's seen me naked a zillion times.
"Was that the Stalling's boy driving off?"
"Yes ma'am," I said. "He was delivering the pizza I ordered for me and Oliver." I didn't see the need to mention the side order of cum which I could taste on the back of my tongue. Lottie furrowed her brow and gave me the once over.
"Now it's pizza from that filthy, vermin infested, run down place they call a general store. I never much liked or trusted that low class family of niggers. Wouldn't touch my lips to anything that came from a Stalling!"
Lottie was black. A church going lady, but she never hesitated to speak her mind, so I wasn't shocked to hear her use the N word. I've heard her talk down white men and black men, cussing like a sailor, and never lose her cool.
Jefferson?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Jefferson, I've been with this family a very long time so I got special rights. I helped to raise your daddy. I raised you from an infant when your momma died. What I'm about to say, there's no polite way, so I'll say it directly. Did you suck that boy? That Stallings boy, did you suck his cock and let him cum in your mouth?"
The air rushed out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. The blood rushed out of my brain. I felt faint. Like I'd been hit in the gut with a sledge hammer. I felt like throwing up. The mixture of cum and piss in my belly rose up and burned the back of my mouth. I sputtered and gasped for breath, speechless. Lottie handed me her hanky to wipe the cold sweat off my face.
"I may be an old lady, Jefferson, but I'm not blind. All these years, since you were six or seven years old, I've watched you walk around naked in the house and then outside too. And play with yourself when you thought no one was watching."
I finally caught my breath and tried to speak, but Lottie held up her hand.
"No, let me finish. I thought maybe the Winslow demon would skip the third generation and you wouldn't be like your grandaddy, but I saw what happened when your cousins came to visit. The twin boys from California, remember, you were ten and...."
Sure I remembered. My first cocks, first taste of cum.
"....out by the pool, you let them put their penises in your mouth, ejaculate in your mouth. I could see that you liked it because your little penis was erect. I suspect you liked the taste of the semen too, the way you were licking it up. If your daddy had only come home just a few minutes earlier, maybe, ah me, who knows."
I was thinking again. If that's all she knew, all she had seen.
"Then your daddy decided to fix up the cabana, you were thirteen, and..."
Uh oh.
"....that nice looking young man on the crew...."
Tim.
".....kissing his feet and his penis, letting him fill your mouth with his seed. The other workers too. My lord, every day, all day. You all naked and on your knees, crawling about with your mouth hanging open, so eager to please all those men, all those hard men and semen filled testicles. May the good lord forgive me for spying, but I had to find out for sure if my baby was, was...., was a cocksucker. It's true, isn't it?"
"I'm sorry, Lottie," I managed to say between sobs, "I am a, a, ccc...."
"It's ok child, you can say it. You can say anything to me. I won't be shocked."
".... cocksucker, Lottie. It's true, Lottie, I am a cocksucker, a faggot cocksucker, but I can't help it. It's like I'm a slave to cock, I, I, I have to please it, make it feel good, keep it warm and safe in my hands, in my mouth. And I have to suck and feel it throb and pulse and feel the sperm splash into me...."
The words kept pouring out.
"...I did suck off that boy, Lou Stallings. In the kitchen, just before you came home. He didn't want to cum in my scu, uh...." The tiny bit of pride I had left wouldn't allow me to call myself a scumbag in front of Lottie,... "in my mouth, but I wanted his sperm, I wanted him to ejaculate in me. Oh, Lottie...."
Lottie hugged me to her ample bossom. "There, there, child. Stop your crying. I know you can't help bein' a cocksucker, you got the Winslow demon. I'm not sure about your daddy, maybe some in college, but his daddy, your grandaddy Zeb, that fine man had it bad."
"Are you saying my grandaddy was a..., a cocksucker?"
"Good lord yes," Lottie said flat out. "Your grandaddy Zeb Winslow was a cocksucker til the day he died. Young boys mostly, men too, but how he loved all the young boys who lived here. Times was hard in these parts, especially for colored folks. No jobs, no money, but Zeb, may the good lord rest his sainted soul, Zeb kept the people working. He gave 'em a place to live, food to eat, and paid 'em what he could. We must have had twenty black families, a few white families too, living in the old slave quarters. Mind you now, these folks weren't slaves on the Winslow plantation, just good people caught up in hard times."
"What about Zeb?" I said impatiently. "Tell me about Zeb." Lottie was not to be rushed.
"Like I said, times was hard, so many young'uns, so little money. Well, the adults had clothes, young girls too..., but the boys. Zeb said there was no money to buy...., for the boys, no money to waste. The boys, Jefferson, young boys and teenagers, colored boys and white boys, had no clothes. All the boys were naked on the Winslow plantation."
A smile flickered on her face when I said. "Like me, Lottie? Naked like me?"
"Yes child, all the boys were naked like you. Zeb liked to sit on the veranda in his robe, sippin' iced tea, and watch the naked boys pass by, going about their business. From time to time he would choose a boy to sit beside him for a spell. To talk, at first, then Zeb would open his robe and hug the naked boy to his body and fondle between his legs. When the boy grew hard Zeb would take the boy's penis in his mouth."
Wow! My grandfather was a cocksucker! My father's father, a faggot cocksucker, like me! "Did he, you know, suck the boy's penis, and, and, and... let the boy.... cum in his mouth?"
"In his mouth? Sure. Zeb claimed that cock sucking and semen, especially the semen from young boys, kept him young too and in good health. Why, when he was ailing or feeling poorly, Zeb assembled all his boys, thirty or more, to masturbate... jerk off, cum in his mouth. Died in bed at 102.... so who's to say he was wrong."
"How did he die?"
"Happy, I suspect. A young boy's cock in his mouth, a young boy's cock in his ass. That's how I found him, Jefferson, when I went into his room one morning. You see, each night I brought two boys for Zeb to play with in his bath and in his bed. Such a sight let me tell you, one naked old man and two naked young boys."
I fingered my asshole while Lottie kept talking, trying to imagine a cock, Oliver's cock, fitting into my tiny hole.
"Zeb was alive when I came in, on his back, noisily sucking the white boy sitting on his face. The other boy, a black boy, was kneeling between Zeb's legs thrusting his penis in and out of Zeb's rectum. Zeb died a few moments later, after the boys came, his mouth and bowels filled with the semen of two young boys."
Lottie grasped my slick erection and took a step towards the house before she turned and asked if I had tasted Oliver's cock and semen yet and if I preferred to suck black dick or white dick. I quickly admitted to having sucked off Oliver, but I had to think a moment before I said. "No, I have no preference, Lottie. I'll suck any cock, black or white, that wants to use my mouth and feed me a load of cum."
That's when she warned me to keep my cocksucking on the plantation. "Child," she said. "Once you start suckin' dick off the plantation trouble is sure to come your way. You'll be suckin' dick in school and in the back seat of cars and in all manner of places. Men and boys will use you whenever and however they want. Make you do things you might not find so pleasurable as cocksucking. Gay boys, Jeff, cum loving faggot cocksuckers like you, got to be careful not to be turned into slaves."
Good advice. Prophetic, but too late.
I slept on the floor that night. In my room, but on the floor. Oliver slept in my bed. I woke up at first light, hard and horny, and stared at Oliver who was just beginning to stir. He threw off the covers, revealing his morning erection, and beckoned me to the bed. I crawled between his legs, kissed the tip of his cock, took him in my mouth and waited...for his piss.
I thought about Tim and the first time he pissed in my mouth, used my mouth as a toilet bowl. How I had begged him not to piss in my mouth, not to make me drink piss. Now I was waiting patiently with my master's dick in my mouth, eager to drink his piss, eager to please him any way that I could. I'd come a long way as a slave.