Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:25:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Charles Rascal <charles.rascal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Henry

It seemed like such an ordinary name: Henry. I wanted his name to be Deon
or Kwame or Derrick, but maybe that was because those were the names, in
order, of the other black boys from the housing project's youth center that
had come down to my home to help me with yard work and who ended up being
my lovers.

I would take a boy when he was eleven, shy, skinny, preferably dark
skinned, and eager to earn some money.  The center's director would bring
out two or three boys each time for me to talk to and we'd have a quiet,
private talk on the couch near the ping-pong table. All of the boys were
fatherless, so that was easy, as I definitely wanted a boy who craved an
adult male. I would pick the boy I thought was the cutest, of course, but
also one who seemed like he's hit puberty, just so I'd have some cum to eat
from a hard cock, and one who allowed me to gently touch the back of his
neck, stroke his hair, while we were talking. The center director was in on
the deal. He had his own stable of boys he fucked and fed his big black
cock to, so he was nice enough to pick out other boys for me who were, no
doubt, virgins who were, at that age and that stage of puberty, beating off
several times a day. Of course, after I'd been having sex with the new boy
a few times, I had to give the director a couple hundred bucks in cash and
I also let him come down and watch a video of one of my times with the new
boy.

I'd undress the director, have him sit on the couch in front of the plasma
screen in the dark room, I'd open his legs slowly, smelling his musky smell
he knew I love so much, and lick him profusely all over, then suck him off
two, maybe three, times while he watched the video. I'd have at least 30
minutes of footage, sucking and fucking, and eating ass, and a great sound
track of the boy crying out my name, and moaning and sighing, and gasping
as each new technique of mine was presented to him - it was awesome to
watch a video of a boy being rimmed for the first time in his life and the
one camera would capture the look on his face as he opened his mouth wide
in sheer inability to stop from gasping and breathing hard and panting as I
licked and sucked and licked and suked deep into his ass, tongue fucking
him with the expertise that I also eagerly shared with the director from
time to time.

The first time or two each boy would come down, I would have them actually
do yard work, thank them, be nice to them, give them a cookie or soft
drink, sit on the steps with them and chat after the work was done, then
pay them a few dollars.

But, by the third visit, I could wait no longer and I began talking to each
of them about sex and not getting girls pregnant and alternatives to having
vaginal sexual intercourse (though I called it "fucking her in the pussy"
which shocked them and delighted them and made them visibly aroused by my
rough, sex talk -- I mentioned fucking her in the ass which was something
they seemed not to have thought about or thought possible, about her
sucking him off, about having sex with a male "buddy" who would give and
get head and give or get ass fucking, something which really, really made
their shorts tent at the front, a very, very good sign, I thought!), and
about condoms, and then I led each of them to my basement office, reached
into a drawer, and pulled out one of my Magnum XL condoms. The Magnums
weren't quite big enough for me, so I had to buy the XLs (and I loved
seeing the look on the face of the drugstore clerk when I handed him two
boxes of them!), It turned out that Kwame couldn't wear a simple Magnum
either and needed an XL (the thickness of his young cock made my mouth sore
the first couple of times I drained his load). The other boys' cocks were
not quite as thick. But every boy could shoot out a monster load of cum,
they all smelled and tasted so delicious that I would almost cum in my
pants, and I taught them so much about sex that they became eager students
of mine, allowing me to guide them through sucking and fucking and rimming
and, for Deon, drinking piss.

I would have them pull down their pants, reminding them that my wife was
out shopping, then I would ask permission to touch them, help them open the
condom package, unroll it, then I would begin to touch them, jack them off
slowly, telling them they need to be as hard as possible, then I would wipe
off some of the pre-cum and lick it, then get more and feed it to them,
having them suck on my fingers, laughing that they were very good suckers,
then help them put the condom on. Once on, I would begin to masturbate
them, faster and faster, and they would lean against my desk, panting, and
soon the cum would shoot into the tip and I would kiss them on the forehaed
in congratulations. I would show them the reservoir tip and talk about how
importnat it was to get the right size condom, put it on right, etc., then
I would slide if off of them, turn it carefully inside out and, right in
front of them, eat their cum, sucking on the condom to get it all, then
getting on my knees and licking what little cum was on their cocks and suck
them and suck them until they cried out myname and pumped a second load
into my mouth, only minutes after I had got them off the first time. I
licked it all clean, tucked it in their pants, and pulled my shorts down,
tucked them under my balls and had them masturbate me until I shot all over
their legs.

Each boy would work for me for two years, then I would get a new one, and
the old boys would come down to see me during the week, leaving Saturdays
alone for me and each new boy. They were all eager to find out how it was
going, they wanted all the dirty details - how big was his cock? what did
he say when I first began masturbating him, suddenly and without warning,
while he was openig the condom package? did I eat him the first day or did
I save that for later? how soon did he begin to masturbate me? what did he
say when he saw how big my cock was? was he a really good fuck?

I loved the taste of Henry's cum. Oh, I loved everybody's cum. The spurting
into my mouth, the jerking and gasping, and holding tightly on to my head,
as the boys rocked back and forth, releasing their precious boy juice into
my mouth. I would hold it in my mouth for a while, then taste it, sometimes
kiss them and feed a little to them, or to another guy in the room, if
there was one (the mailman, by this time, was a willing partner to watching
me have sex with any of the boys and he would masturbate, full uniform, and
cum all over us before going on his way). Then I'd swallow, slowly,
savoring it.

Afterwards, Henry (and the others) would snuggle up close to me, rub my
furry chest once again, kiss me softly, and tell me how much they loved
their white daddy. I would hold them close to me and sigh.