SOUTHERN SUBMISSIVE (AUTHORITARIAN, HUMIL: T/T, M/T) BY: MOORE
Part 9
Chapter XIV
I tossed my small suitcase in the trunk and, with a final wave to Lottie, I was off. A full tank of gas, money in my pocket, not a care in the world, I drove to the interstate and headed north towards Memphis. I kept to the speed limit, New York City, Times Square, was my ultimate destination, but I was in no rush and I didn't want to get stopped by a smokey. I've sucked my way out of speeding tickets before, but I didn't care to risk a night or two in some small town jail sucking small town cock while waiting for a judge to determine the amount of my fine. Going down on a cop in the back seat of his car or on the side of the road is okay. Spending the night in a cell servicing a limp dicked drunk or a macho redneck is not.
Traffic was light on US 40, just me in my cherry red convertible and the occasional long-haul trucker, so despite my late start, it was still light out when I blew past Jackson and stopped for food and fuel, and to piss, at the Natchez rest stop. I grabbed my shirt and hurried through the diner to the restroom. Guy at the sink looked at me funny, nudged his buddy, as I walked past them to the urinals. I threw my head back and sighed in relief as I hauled out my dick and drained my very full bladder. I was shaking off when the two of them took the urinals on either side of me.
"Nice tattoo," one of them said, unzipping his fly.
I blushed and tried to use my shirt to hide the FAG printed right above my prick. One very quick hand reached in, snatched it away, and dropped it on the floor. I made to retrieve it and get my ass out of there, but stopped cold when he stepped on my shirt and said to leave it be. Maybe it was the way he said it, the tone in his voice. Maybe I was a little horny after my long drive. I felt my dick start to harden.
"My pal here thinks broads give the best head. I keep tellin' him that nobody sucks cock good as a fag and I think you're the boy, the faggot cocksucker, gonna prove me right. What do you think?"
"I, I, don't, please...."
"See, what'd I tell you? Bet you never heard a broad say please before going down on your dick," he said to his wide eyed pal. "Most times you gotta force 'em, slap 'em around a bit to get 'em in the mood. Do I have to get you in the mood, cocksucker?"
"No," I gulped, sinking to my knees in front of my tormentor. I could suck his cock now and avoid the injury or suck his cock after he blackened my eye, or worse. Either way, I wasn't getting out of there...not without the pungent taste of fresh semen in my mouth.
"That's a good boy," he laughed when I directed his semi hard dick between my lips and started to suck. "Watch this," he said to his pal as he grabbed my ears and pulled my head into his body. "Y'ever get a broad t' take it all?"
He had an average dick, maybe seven inches, and not too fat either. I moaned as it slipped easily into my throat. "See how he likes it? Suck it, faggot, suck my big cock. Take my load in your cocksucker mouth."
I sucked him off. I sucked off his friend. I sucked off the short order cook, a big sweaty black guy who made me lick his hairy balls before cumming all over my face. They even made me crawl into the kitchen and suck off the dishwasher, a little Mexican kid, no more than 14, who rattled away in rapid spanish while I gave him what was probably his first blow job.
Stars filled the sky when I got back to my car with a bellyful of cum and bad case of blueballs. I checked into a seedy motel across the street and stripped off my running shorts and jock strap. With a silent thanks to Bruce Barclay who showed me I could do it, be a slave to my own cock, I sat on the lumpy mattress, leaned over, and tenderly kissed my swollen cum filled balls. I needed to cum real bad. Precum was oozing out, running down the shaft and collecting on top of my FAG tattoo.
Suck it, faggot, I whispered to myself for the fun of it. Lick your master's dick. Take it in your slave boy cocksucker mouth and.... A noise, voices outside my door, people coming in. I jumped off the bed and ran to the window. Two people, a boy and a girl it looked like, just visible under the dim porch light of the room next to mine. The boy was struggling to unlock the door. "Hurry," she whispered. "Before somebody comes by." He finally got the door opened and they were inside. I didn't mean to listen, but the walls were thin and a circle of light revealed a large gap where the wall between our rooms had separated from the ceiling. The sound of a zipper unzipping, snaps unsnapping, squeaky bed springs and nervous whispers...like I was in the room with them.
"Sure I love you, Marylou. Course I'll respect you in the morning. Take off your bra now, lemme see them titties."
"Wait, Hank, oh, please. Maybe this ain't such a good idea after all. Maybe we should go."
"Go! We can't go. I already paid for the room and the rubbers, and besides, you wanna be the only girl in your school ain't slept with a guy? The only girl your age ain't been fucked? I been patient with you, Marylou, waitin' a whole week till you said you was ready to fuck. Gave up fuckin' for a whole week and studs like me got needs you know, needs my girlfriend's s'posed to take care of. If'n you don't wanna be my steady girl no more, there's plenty others, like your friend Betty Anne or Gloria, be glad to take your place."
"Oh, Hank," Marylou said between little sobs. "Oh, Hank. I wanna be your girl, only I never been total naked with a boy before, 'cept my daddy and my brother. Oh, Hank."
"That's a good girl," Hank said after a few moments of silence. "Panties too, c'mon, show me your cunt. How my gonna fuck you if I can't see your cunt?"
"I thought we goin' to make love?"
"Make love, right. We're gonna fuckin' make love. Play with your tits now, get the nipples hard, make your pussy wet. Do it. Do it. Make me hot for you."
Marylou must've been doin' it because Hank's breathing was hot and heavy. It stopped altogether when the poor thing asked if he was going to take off the rest of his clothes.
"Do it for me, Marylou," Hank gasped. "Take off my jock, baby. No, no hands, use your mouth. Get on your knees, grab it between your teeth. Oh, yeah, that's the way. Pull the jock out, over my prick, I'm hard for you baby, pull it down my legs."
I've stripped guys naked a thousand times using nothing but my mouth so I knew first hand the trouble Marylou must be having with Hank's jock strap. I also knew the sound of her success, the unmistakable thump of a hard dick against hard abs.
"Oh, my, it's so big, Hank, jes' like my daddy and he's a grown up man. I didn't know high school boys'd be so big."
"What's so big, Marylou?" Hank said teasingly, pride evident in his voice.
"Your thing," she replied sweetly.
"It's not a thing, girl, it's a prick, a dick...a cock. Hold it for me. Rub it on your tits, on your face. Kiss my dick, Marylou. Show me you love my big cock."
A convoy of sixteen wheelers roared past the motel, shaking the bed and drowning out the lovebirds next door. The noise gave me a moment to get off the squeaky bed without being heard and rush to the john for a glass of water. I avoided the bed and sat on a straight back chair instead. I relaxed, dick in hand, as the last truck went by and the show continued.
"... no more, Hank, my knees are hurtin' an' my mouth, it's so big. Please no more suckin'. Please, Hank, don't make me suck your cock no more. Cain't we jes' fuck."
"What's with you," Hank said roughly. "Ain't you never heard of foreplay before fucking? Didn't I rub your titties, put my finger in your cunt? Now you gotta suck my cock, kiss it, lick it up and down with your tongue. Gimme some foreplay."
"But you didn't use your mouth on me, you know, down there."
Hank made grinding noises, like a truck with a bad transmission, before saying. "Guys don't use their mouth, suck, Marylou..." I guess ol' Hank never met up with a "...unless their fags." The boy took the words right out of my mouth, correction, faggot mouth. "Girls suck cock, Marylou, and if you're gonna be my girl, you're gonna be my cocksucker, suck my cock before I fuck you and, and whenever else I tell you to suck it. Ain't you never sucked your daddy's cock, or one a your brothers?"
"Yeah," she said slowly. "I sucked my daddy's cock, but only one time cause momma got jealous, she called me a cocksucker, an' my brother Chaddie some. His cock ain't near as big as yours, Hank, an' I ain't done it much, maybe twice a week, since Chaddie started makin', you know, makin' sperms and ejaculatin' 'em in my mouth. Them sperms is real salty tasting...don't like 'em much."
"You'll learn to like 'em, Marylou, and you'll learn to be the best cocksucker in your class too. I'll help you."
What a nice guy.
"Lookit, here's a nice soft pillow for your knees. Get all comfy right between my legs. That's it. Kiss it first on the tip. Now lick the shaft, make it wet all over. Easy on my nuts, baby. Swirl your tongue around. Take more, more, don't fight it, let it slide in. Suck hard now, faster, faster. Oh yeah, oh yeah, ahh, ahhh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, ahhhh, cuuummmmiiing."
Hank and I came together. Marylou and I had big dicks squirting loads of salty cum into our mouths at the same time. Hank in her mouth, me in my own. I swallowed my load clean, Marylou apparently had a problem taking Hank's ejaculation.
"Wash the cum off your face and your tits, cocksucker," Hank said, "and then I'll fuck you."
I heard the water running in the bathroom and soft tapping on the door to my room. "Who is it? No, not in here. Hank's in the next room," I whispered through the door.
"Hey, you're early, I ain't fucked her yet. Stick around, though, and I'll have the cunt blow you both when she comes out of the bathroom."
Oh, oh. Marylou was in for a surprise.
"Hank," Marylou shrieked. "What are they doing here?"
"Take it easy, Marylou. I invited them here...for blow jobs. My girl friend got to take of my pals too, you know. No fucking, your pussy's only for me, just your mouth for a little cocksuckin'."
"Please Hank," Marylou wailed. "Please don't make me a cocksuckin' bitch like, oh lord, Suzy Hanson. That girl's but a year older'n me an' she's on her knees in the school yard takin' every boy in her mouth. Even the colored boys. My daddy'll kill me if he finds out I'm suckin' off high school boys."
I may be a fag, but I'm a southern fag, born and raised to show proper respect for women. Marylou's protest that she didn't want to suck off Hank's friends, give them each a blow job, fell on one pair of sympathetic ears...mine. I slipped on my shorts and, with no thought to my own safety, went outside and knocked on their door.
"Who the hell are you and what the fuck you want?" The guy who opened the door could have played linebacker for any NFL team. I could barely see around him into the room and what I could see made me angry and erect. Marylou was on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks, trying to fend off the two large cocks jabbing into her face.
I'd like to say that I saved Marylou's honor and virtue that night by skillfully reasoning with her assailants. I did use my oral skills and glib tongue, not as an orator, but as a cocksucker. The evening ended well for both us. I took care of Hank's friends and she took care of Hank.
I woke up early the next morning, eager to be on my way. Not so eager that I didn't make time for the little Mexican kid who was waiting for the diner to open. I called out to him and invited him into my room for a quick, but thorough blow job. The kid emptied his balls into my mouth, a breakfast sized serving of semen, and waved goodby with a big smile on his face as I drove off on my journey.
Chapter 15
My route was going to take me through Tennessee to Kentucky to West Virginia to Pennsylvania to New York and my final destination, the Big Apple. A thousands miles or so, but I had plenty of time on my hands, money in my pocket and a new car under my ass. The weather was so fine that I shucked off my shirt and tooled along the highway in shorts and sandals. The only thing missing was somebody to talk to. Gets pretty lonely with just hillbilly music on the radio for company. I would have made beautiful music on a hillbilly's pipe organ if I'd happen to spot a cute one when I stopped for gas. Not that I was looking to suck my way across the country, but the Mexican kid was a long ago memory and my tank needed a fillup too.
Cruising along Kentucky's scenic Blue Grass Parkway in a lonely, horny funk, my mood and my cock picked up at the sight of a young man, a shirtless young man with his thumb out, on the side of the road. "Need a lift?" I called out, coasting to a stop. I figured him for a harmless local yokel, maybe twenty five years old. No shirt, tattered shorts and dirty bare feet, like he'd been doing a lot of walking.
"Yeah, thanks pal. "My buddy too."
His buddy was a black guy who smelled and looked like he had crawled through a sewer. Before I could protest about getting my car dirty, the black guy jumped in the back and the white guy sat in the front next to me.
"Let's roll, dude. The heat's gettin' close."
I hesitated before pulling out, distracted by the nearby sound of whistles blowing and dogs barking...a hand on my knee. My slave boy training responded automatically to the authoritative tone in the black guy's voice when he repeated, right in my ear, "Let's roll dude, now!" I also responded with a stiffening dick to the well built guy in the seat next to me, the owner of the hand on my knee. The threadbare shorts he wore barely concealed a generous hunk of male meat and a lush growth of dark pubic hair. The rear wheels spun as I hit the gas, gained traction, and we were off. My passengers kept looking behind, nervously I thought, but the only thing to be seen was open road. They seemed to relax a bit as the miles flew by, though my attempts at conversation were met with one word answers.
The black guy leaned over the front seat and said, "Whatdya think, Lee? How many miles we gone?"
"More'n a hundred. We should be okay."
"Good. Hey, kid, pull over," came a command from the back seat. "I gotta take a leak."
Lee, the guy in front with me, moved his hand from my knee to my thigh and laughed as I shivered under his touch. I clumsily drove to a safe place off the road and killed the engine. He caught my eye and together we looked at my pulsing crotch and my FAG tattoo. "Nice," he said to me, and then to his friend, "Hey, Willie, you feel like a little fun?"
"Please don't leave me here," I cried out about an hour later. My mouth and ass were oozing cum, piss was dripping off my face. Lee and Willie's idea of a little fun was stripping me naked, smacking me around, until I agreed to be their bitch. Merely sucking their cocks and guiding their dicks into my boy pussy wasn't enough. I had to smile, act like a whore, crawl around between them and beg to kiss and lick their sweaty balls and hairy pits; beg to suck their dicks; beg to be fucked; beg for their cum. Nothing I hadn't done and enjoyed countless times before as a Winslow slave boy, but now they were leaving. Taking my car, clothes, money, and leaving me here, naked, like a plantation slave, with nothing but the taste of sperm in my mouth and a dripping hardon.
"Life sucks, faggot," Lee said, starting the engine and putting the car in gear. "But you already know that. Don't you, cocksucker?"
I followed alongside as Lee inched the car carefully off the soft shoulder and onto the blacktop. Running to keep up as he picked up speed, I tripped and plunged headlong into the shrubs on the side of the road.