Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2005 12:56:20 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rick's anal ordeal -16

My FIRST CAR!

I tore down the back roads of Springfield, test driving my first big
purchase and driving in excess of 60-mph. Dad sat beside me in the
passenger's seat, having helped me find my new 2000 Mustang GTE through a
friend of his.

"I LOVE this car dad!" I said, zooming through the dirt roads and kicking
up dust like a cloud of smoke beneath my tires.

"Yes, well, be careful. You don't want to get a ticket." warned dad, in
his usual parental tone.

"Mitch's dad's a cop, dad. I don't think it'll be too hard to have it
FIXED." I boasted.

"Well, in any event, I don't want you careening the car into a tree or
some oncoming traffic. Your mother would have my head if you came home
hurt." joked dad. I slowed the car down to 40. "It drives nice. How's the
steering?"

"Excellent." I said, enthused. "It takes off quickly. Has great
performance. Whoever owned this beauty took great care of it!"

"That would be Blake's son Kerry. He owned the car." informed dad.

"So why he getting rid of it?" I asked curiously.

"Kerry was killed in a military incident 2 years ago. Blake's wife just
couldn't stand seeing the car parked in her garage any longer. That's why
we're getting it at such a good deal."

"Oh, that's fucked." I whispered, slowing down to turn onto Pete's Road,
which would take us back to the main road towards town. Dad reached over
and gently massaged my right shoulder affectionately. I glanced over at
him as he smiled silently. I knew he was thinking about mr Blake and
Kerry, and was probably thankful that it wasn't us. I was grateful too.
As much as dad and I are at odds most of the time, we did still love each
other as a father and son should. Neither of us wanted to think of life
without the other around.

"So I suppose with this new car, your mother and I will barely get to see
you anymore." stated dad, after a brief minute of silence. "We barely see
you now as it is, what with all the time you spend up at the farm. I hope
Bud's not working you too hard now, is he?"

"No dad, Bud's great!" I said, a little too happily.

"I heard that he fired his right arm -Tom Willis, last week." said dad,
causing my heart to skip a beat. "Must've been hard for Bud. Did you pick
up a lot of Willis' work?"

"uh, not too much, dad." I said, trying to stay calm. I wondered what
else dad had heard, but was too afraid to ask him directly. I would've
been devastated if he'd heard about me and the dogs. How could I ever
live something like that down?

We pulled up into dad's mechanic's autobody shop to get the car appraised
for purchase. Mike (the mechanic) was under the hood of another car when
we got there. I pulled in beside the car as Mike came from up under the
hood wiping his greasy hands on a grimy rage. He and dad greeted each
other friendly, then dad proceeded to tell Mike what he wanted him to
look for. While they spoke, I got out of the car and wandered outside the
shop for a breath of fresh air. It was a bright sunny day, and the
streets were teeming with activity. I got an urge to pee real bad, and
decided to head around to the mens room in back of the building. I
stopped in my tracks when a large dog ran up to me and began sniffing my
crotch. Somehow the dog looked familiar, but that didn't stop me from
nearly pissing my pants in fear.

"Yo ROC, get over here!" yelled it's owner from across the yard of old,
broken, used and repaired cars. My eyes locked on the owner as Roc
trotted back over to him. He was on a cell phone, and wasn't really
paying me any attention. But I recognized him immediately as the black
drug dealer that face fucked me when I went to go buy weed in Hattsfield
across the bridge with my friends.

"Hey." I said, getting his attention. He turned and looked at me for a
second, then did a double take.

"I know you." he said, still holding the cell up to his ear. I smiled as
he told his caller that he'd call them back later. He flipped it down and
stuffed it in his pocket. "You that whiteboy that came by the crib and
let ROC fuck him, ain't you?"

"Let? I don't think I had much choice in the matter." I recalled,
correcting him.
He laughed.

"Yeh, I guess not, eh?" he smiled, loosing some of his tough guy image in
the process. I noticed his hand immediately roam down the front of his
pants to massage his growing dick. "HAD to make sure that you wasn't no
COP, right? The pigs've been after us for a while now."

"So what brings you to Springfield?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes away
from his crotch.

"Getting my car serviced. The mechanics over in blacksville ain't as good
at keeping a car serviced as old man Mike, here." My mouth gaped open
when I heard him refer to Hattsfield as "blacksville", I hadn't any idea
that any of THEM knew we called it that.
"Surprised that I know what yall call our side of town?" he asked, as if
reading my mind. "You'd be surprised what we about you crackers."

"Well...I've never called it that..." I lied, trying to keep on his good
side.

"Bullshit. ALL of you white boiz call it that, -and worse. But it's all
good. So long as you all keep coming over to buy your drugs..." he
laughed, flashing his diamond rings and gold chains. "...keeps the
economy flowing. Nah-mean?"

"I guess." I answered, impressed more by his cock bulge then his
diamonds.

"I see you looking at my dick like you was that night ROC fucked you. You
want another taste, don't you?" he smirked, staring at me staring at it.
"Why don't we sneak off into the mens room while Mike's working on my
car?"

"I can't..." I said, sadly. "My dad's here getting our car checked out."

"So?"

"So I don't want him to catch me getting fucked in some dirty bathroom by
a...a drug dealer."

"You were bout to say by a nigger, was'n you?"

"No. No." I defended, not wanting to offend him.

"I don't mind, whiteboy. You can call me whatever you want. But you're
gonna give me some HEAD right here and now, rather your faggot ass wants
to or not." he ordered firmly. "And I don't give a shit if your father
finds out, or joins in." he added, making me scared of him all over
again. "Now get your punk ass in that mens room before I put my fucking
foot in it!"

I looked back to see if my dad saw me, but he and mr Mike was nowhere to
be seen. I assumed they were somewhere up under the car hood making sure
my investment was worth the money. So I walked over to the mechanic's
rest room with the black drug dealer in tow. We went into the rest room
with the dog behind us. The dealer (whose street name was Blaine) closed
and locked the door. It was a one man seating room, with a dirty toilet,
dirty sink, and smelt like months of unwashed piss and shit. Flies
circled around the basin, eating residue (of which there were plenty)
from the ring. I just knew Blaine didn't expect me to suck dick in a
place like this with my father only feet away. But he pushed me down to
the wet ground in front of him, the knees to my pant soaking up the
watery piss covering the floor. Then Blaine fished his hard 10 incher out
the fly of his pants. I saw the giant purple/black cock appear, and lost
all thought I had of my father.
I took his dick into my mouth and immediately started working on the fat
bulbous head, feasting on all the baby batter pre-cum forming generously
at the tip. Blaine watched me suck for a few minutes as I sank his dick
deep into my throat and made a hardy meal of it. After a few minutes of
watching me, he grabbed at my head and started face fucking me firmly.
Roc was walking around us, sniffing everything in sight. His nose was
everywhere as he checked out his odd surroundings. Meanwhile his owner
was feeding me his long chocolate bar, making me take it all the way down
to his knotted public hairs.

"Yeeehhh, suck that dick white-bitch. Make that big dick pop off in your
faggot suckin mouth." he sighed, enjoying the way my throat wrapped
around his meat. "I knew you liked black dick by the way I saw you
sucking all them dicks in the basement of my crib. You ate every one of
them like you was starving for them. Drank all our cum too, while ROC
fucked you up you pink ass. You ain't nothing but a stank slut, ain't
you? A nasty white bitch that wants nothing else but to be some
blackman's cum dump." he said, forcing my head back and forth along his
length. "Well, take it mothafuka. Take that fucking dick down your
throat!" he hissed, punching his hardon into my gullet.

I sucked hard and feverishly on his dick, bathing the entire length in my
hot sucking mouth as I painted it in my clear spit. Back and forth I
worked my lips, sliding my tongue along the underside as it drove deeply
into me with every plunge.
I had no control over this blowjob as Blaine took over masterfully. He
held my head steady while he rammed himself ball deep. He fucked my
upturned face much like he did the night we met, giving my the full
throttle of his rod. My throat was pierced everytime his dick thrust in.
His giant balls slapped repeatedly against my wet chin as I sucked for
his hot load. Blaine was right, I was a cum dump for men. Bud, Willis,
Carlos, Luis, Blaine, and a house full of his black thug buddies had all
dumped heavy loads into me at on point or another. I took their cum
without a fight, an argument, or even a word of protest. I wanted their
dicks in me, fucking me silly as they shot into me in huge volume. Just
as he was about to nutt, Blaine shoved himself all the way in until his
balls rested on my chin, and came a gallon of cum straight down my now
aching throat to fill my belly.

"AAAAARRRRRRRRHHHH...!! he bellowed, loud enough for people in the street
to hear. But I didn't care as I concentrated on taking all of his rich,
thick, creamy load as it pumped down into my stomach like white slow
moving molasses. My eyes bulged at the shear volume of juice being fed
into me. Cum gushed down the back of my throat like delicious Deer Park
flavored water. I could actually feel the baby juice sliding down in my
throat. It wasn't until Blaine was sure he was done cumming that he
slowly pulled himself free. The fat rubbery cock fell dead from my lips,
swinging back down between his thighs where it belonged, still glistening
from my saliva.

"That was good, whiteboy. You got a hellifying suck going on." he
complimented, making me smile from ear to ear. "Now you need to take care
of ROC, he's been dying to get back up in that ass eversince the day yall
met."

"But....my dad's right out..."

"Didn't I say I ain't give a shit bout your daddy?" he interrupted. "Now
pull them pants down and get that ass inna air for my dog!" he ordered,
to which I quickly obeyed. Before I could even get my pants down around
my ankles, Roc was already licking up my ass crack. Suddenly Blaine's
cell phone rang. He answered it on the first beep.

"Yo, wussup?" he asked, his face lighting up as he recognized the voice.
He exited the rest room to continue his conversation in private. Now
would have been the perfect time to pull my pants back up, wait a few
minutes, and just pretend that I had let Roc fuck me. Blaine wouldn't
have been the wiser, as he was busy with his phone call. But I really was
dying to have that big doggy dick back up inside of me by now, as I
recalled how good it stretched me the last time.

Without Blaine, or Will, or Bud there to make me, I bent down on the
filthy floor and willingly stuck my ass up in the air for the dog's
convenience. Luckily he wasted no time in mounting me quickly. Before I
could even adjust properly, he was thrusting into me. I felt his big
specially bred dick penetrate me, and groaned a loud in anguish. Roc took
to fucking me hard and fast right away. My asshole was being ravaged and
fucked without the benefit of being pre-lubed. Usually when I get fucked,
I'm already loaded with Will's, or Bud's abundance of cum, so that the
dogs could slip in and out of me easier. But now my asshole was nearly
completely dry. Roc had licked it a few times, but the entry was still
quite painful.
His cock dragged my inner lining back and forth everytime he humped me. I
wanted to scream in happy revelation, but was too afraid my father would
hear us. Suddenly the mens room door popped opened, as Blaine talked on
the phone while looking down at me getting fucked. Just through his legs
in the distance, I could see the street and the tail end of my new car
from behind the building. Anyone that looked toward the back of the
building could probably easily see me on my hands and knees getting butt
fucked by a big black Rott-Shephard. I prayed that my father wouldn't
suddenly develop a curiosity about where I had disappeared to, and come
looking for me. Things were already too stressed between us, I really
didn't need him adding getting dog fucked and sucking nigger cock to his
list of things against me.

Blaine continued to talk business on the phone while he watched Roc fuck
me silly. My asshole was still tight, as this was my first penetration of
the day. I wasn't sure if I still had any of Bud's cum in me from the
night before, but I sure was about to get an ass full of it right now.
Roc humped and humped, driving his ample cock into me time and again. My
hole was ripped open and fucked at the dog's own mandated pace. He fucked
me for his pleasure alone. He wasn't the least bit concerned about me, or
my needs. Just like his own, he'd use my body until he had his fill of
filling me with his juice. Then he's pull out, turn around, and walk
away.
I was in the middle of thought when Roc's knot suddenly banged into my
hole. I yelled out loud, biting my bottom lip to keep from causing any
unwanted attention. Blaine laughed when he saw my reaction and facial
expression. Roc continued to plow me, ramming all of his erection into
me, locking the both of us together.

"Yeh, he gonna bust that ass now." smiled Blaine, over looking the whole
scene.
My ass was still raised, giving Roc a complete target as he rammed and
fucked me as hard, deep and fast as he wanted. I was getting fucked
royally, but was too afraid to really relax and enjoy it. At any minute
my dad or Mike the mechanic could peek around the corner and find me with
a dog's cock up my ass. The knot made sure that Roc's dick remained in
place when he dumped his load into me. Everytime he pulled outward, it
was pull at my asshole from the inside. My own cock bobbed back and forth
between my legs as he fucked me hard, drooling my own pre-cum between my
inner thighs.

"OH FUCK..." I groaned, feeling the pressure building up inside me. Roc
was fucking at the same exact pace in which he began, my asshole was
receiving the royal treatment. Just when I thought I couldn't take
another minute of his pounding, did Roc suddenly whimper and dump a ton
of fresh doggy juice into my anal canal.
I felt the flood of pooch-cum shoot into me like an angry river. Feeling
the flood wash over my aching prostate caused my dick to start cumming
all over me and the filthy floor beneath us. I couldn't help but moan
aloud as he filled me up full. Blaine smiled, then closed the door on us
to give us privacy while I waited for Roc's knot to shrink and exit my
ass. It took all of 8 minutes for him to fall out. I tightened my anus to
try to keep as much of his juice in me as possible. I pat the dog
affectionately on the head, then dressed and exited the rest room,
bumping directly into my dad whom was just about to enter it himself.

"Oh shit, son. I was just looking for you." he said, surprised to see me
exiting with a strange dog. "Who's this?" he asked, cautiously.

"Oh, this's ROC. He belongs to a friend." I answered, pointing at Blaine
across the yard. "He got him from Ryker's farm a few years ago when he
was just a puppy."

"Oh." responded dad, looking back at Blaine questionably. Blaine saw us
looking in his direction and winked. But he was too enthralled in his
phone conversation to worry about what we were talking about. I saw dad's
facial expression as he tried to figure out how I came to be friends with
a black thug. After a few seconds, he turned back to face me. "Why are
your clothes all dirty?" was his next question. I looked down to discover
pitch black, wet, filthy, patches of dirty piss stains covering my hands,
shirt sleeves, and knees from the floor of that restroom.

"Oh, uh...I fell on the slippery floor in the mensroom." I lied. "The
toilet's broken, and the sink doesn't work either."

"So much for Mike's mechanical skills, eh?" joked dad, turning to return
to the shop.
Blaine called for his dog whom charged over to him obediently. Dad and I
went back into the shop where we got the good news from Mike that the car
was definitely worth the investment. We drove back to his friend's house
to completed the bill of sale. Then I followed dad behind his car,
leaking ROC's ball juice from my hole the entire way home.