Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 00:58:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bud Buddy <suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com>
Subject: Learning to Worship Black Dick Pt. 3a

Hey readers.  I'm glad you're enjoying the adventures of our unnamed little
fuckhole.  I have jerked my fat cock a lot reading the letters, pictures
and videos you all have been sending me.  Writing this story has got me so
fucking horny that I had to take a break today to search out a big black
man to kneel before and worship.  He fucked me good and kicked my fag ass
out and it just spurred me on to keep writing, thinking back to when I was
the age of our little slut hero in this story.  All the cock I was getting
as such a young kid.  This chapter is going to be in two parts, don't
worry, I'm submitting them at the same time.  It's time this little whore
gets his hungry pussy fucked and I wanted to take my time.  Enjoy!

Feel free to get ahold of me and let me know your thoughts and ideas for
the story, you guys are fucking nasty and I dig hearing what's on your
minds.  E-mail me at suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com

Confidential to all the black men that are getting off on this story: I
would love to hear from you about what you like a faggot to do to get you
off.  Thank you, Sirs.

Last we left him, the slut had just pissed out the two loads of trucker
urine that had been fed to him and was riding his bike home, contemplating
getting his ass-pussy fucked...

Learning to Worship Black Dick  Pt. 3a
By Suckbuddy420

When I got back home I snuck back in the window of my bedroom.  Fell on my
bed and passed out still in the clothes I had been wearing all night.  I
closed my eyes with a smile on my face and a finger up my ass thinking
about all that had transpired that night.  For some reason the experience
that came to mind as I drifted away was when the second black trucker had
brutally fucked my throat against the back wall of the truckstop.  He got
off and left. But I loved the vicious way he had used me. I slipped my
thumb in my mouth and suckled it with my worn out lips and dreamt of black
dick.

When I woke up it was mid-afternoon.  My bedroom was hot as hell and reeked
of piss. My first thought was that I had pissed the bed, but then the night
before came flooding in and I realized that the smell was coming from my
t-shirt and shorts I had passed out in. Deon's dried piss had mixed with my
sweat and created a powerful odor.  I felt my cock rising as I gathered the
t-shirt up and sat up in bed, pulling it off over my head.  I pushed the
crumpled up fabric against my nose and every moment with Deon came back to
me.  I pushed a wad of it into my mouth and started to get it wet so I
could suck the piss out of it, I sucked on it until I shot into my shorts.
I got up and pulled of my short and wadded it up with the shirt and put it
in my metal army locker I had at the end of my bed, locked it, walked to
the bathroom naked, took a shit and jumped in the shower.  I thought about
how many times I had heard last night that it was "only a matter of time"
before I got fucked.  I soaped up my fingers and worked two of them in my
ass to try and clean it out.  It felt good, made me think of Deon's big
fingers in my pussy, but it didn't do much to clean me out.  Then I
remembered the enema bag mom kept under the sink and how she would give me
one when I was sick sometimes.  I got it out and hooked it up and used it.
It felt different than I remember.  It made my cock hard to feel so full.
I emptied and did another to make sure and while it was going up into me I
thought about it being piss instead of water.  I wondered what it would
feel like to have a man piss in my ass.  I guess I was getting ahead of
myself.  I hadn't even been fucked yet!

I walked back to my room and got dressed.  I didn't hear anyone around.
The folks probably didn't even check on me.  Hell mom was most likely still
sleeping last night off.  There were bottles everywhere and it was her
first day of summer vacation too, so whatever.  I scarfed down some cereal
and jumped on my bike.  I had a little saddle bag on my bike and I had
stashed the pack of Kools and the joint and a half left over from last
night into it.  I rode around town.  Everywhere I went, the eyes of the men
were on me.  I was wearing my shortest cut-offs and a thin, striped tank
top and nothing else.  I hadn't even heard of wearing a helmet on a bike
yet. Ah, the Seventies.

I looked at the town with new eyes.  An older farmer in his fifties, a big
man with a beard, drove by next to me in his pickup. He gave me a little
wave as he passed and shot me a nasty grin.  I was getting nasty grins
everywhere I went.  Eventually I went to the park.  For some reason it felt
weird to go to the rest area during the day, and I didn't want to go to
meet Joe until after noon, so I rode to the park.  I was rode past the back
toilets to park my bike behind the small building and as I came around the
back and turned to park, I did a double take and almost fell off my bike
when I saw a big black man sitting against a backpack by one of the trees
back there.  I parked my bike and grabbed the pack of smokes with the joint
Carl had given me in it from the bag and lit up a menthol, sitting on the
bench across the pathway from him and tried not to stare at him.  He was
really big, huge.  I could tell he was really tall even though he was
sitting on the ground. He was wearing loose brown pants a wife beater
t-shirt.  He had quite a few tattoos and from here it looked like he had
one on his face.  He noticed me and was kinda looking over slant eyed at
me.  His eyes squinted against the sun and he raised a humungous hand up to
his forehead to shade both of his eyes.  He looked right at me for a while.

"Got another one of those for a brother, boy?"  He called out to me putting
two his fingers across his lips to indicate a smoke.  I nodded and he rose
and started to walk over to me.  I had no idea how tall he was but he was
the tallest man I'd ever seen. His arms were long and muscular, his hands
hung heavy at the end of them.  His hands were fucking huge, even for his
huge arms his hands seemed out of proportion.  He was also the darkest
skinned man I had ever seen.  I sat there and waited as he ambled up to me
in what looked like just a few steps.  I stood when he reached me and my
mouth was lined up perfectly with his crotch.  I stared at his worn-out old
pants and saw something mighty big swinging in there.  I stuck my smoke in
the corner of my mouth and got him one out of the pack.  I looked up at him
and held up the cigarette, the filter facing him.  He leaned down head
first and took it directly in his thick, bright red lips.  When He got that
close I noticed that it wasn't a tattoo on his face, though he did have a
tattoo of a spiders web all over his thick neck, no he had a huge scar on
his face from right near his eye to the edge of his lip that made him look
like he was sneering all little.  "Light it for me, wouldja, boy?" He asked
in his super low, growl of a voice.  I took the lighter and held it up to
light it.  He cupped my hand in his massive, rough hand and lit up, drawing
deeply on the smoke and then exhaling through his nose. "Damn, but that's
tasty kid.  You smoke ma brand." He said leaning over me like a vulture.
His deep set eyes in his wide face looked red and puffy.  He sucked on the
smoke again and blew the smoke forcefully out of his nose again.

"You look like a bull when you do that." I laughed. "Like one of those
cartoon bulls about to charge."

"Like that, do ya?" He grinned down at me and took another long drag off
the smoke and blew out his nose again this time making his eyes bug out and
lifting his fingers above his head to look like horns.  I cracked up!  He
reached out and ruffled my hair with his hand, nearly knocking me over.

"Sorry kid" He said.  "Sometimes I don't know my own strength."

"That's okay.  I think it's really cool that you're so big.  How tall are
you?" I asked and took a drag off of my smoke.  I blew the smoke through my
nose like he had and I liked the way it felt, it burned and made me a
little dizzy.

"I'll give you a hint," He said "My nickname is Six Seven."

"Wow!" I looked up at him. "That's fucking tall." That made him laugh.

"Yeah, I am fucking tall." He said and finishing his smoke he tossed it
aside and leaned down to just above my face as I looked up at him and blew
the smoke down through his wide open nostrils onto my face.  I laughed. He
sat down on the bench, which creaked some under his weight.  "Light me up
another one, boy." He said and I quickly obeyed.  This time I lit it in my
mouth and handed it to him.  "Thanks kid."  He stuck it in his lips and
sucked on it.  He looked a me for a moment through all the smoke then said,
"This town'a been nice to me.  I got stuck here this morning when some
asshole trucker kicked me outta his truck cause I wouldn't fuck his nasty,
ole ass.  I told him I don't fuck old white trash ass and he tossed me out
at the exit here."  I sat next to him and smoked as he talked, listening to
him and getting hornier and hornier. "I don't fuck no flabby old ass.  I
like ma ass tight and young.  I like to get in there and make a hole ma
own. I don't wanna go where ever otha nigga already done gone befo."  He
looked over at me and realized what he had said and who he said it too.
"Oh shit, little guy.  I shouldn't a told you about all that."

"That's okay." I reassured him tossing my dead smoke aside.  "I like
hearing you talk, Sir. I like your deep voice it makes me feel all funny
inside."

"Where inside?" He asked, dropping a big arm around my shoulder.  I felt
his hand reach down and his fingers pressed the middle of my chest. "Here?"
He asked and I looked up at him and shook my head no." He moved his fingers
over to one of my hard sweaty little titties and took hold of it between
his thumb and a finger, squeezed it lightly and asked "Here?".  I shook my
head again still looking up into his eyes.

"A little bit there, but not the most." I said.

"Oh, okay." He said and raised his hand to my throat.  He wrapped four of
his fingers around my adam's apple and his had was so big that his was
across my lips as he lightly stroked my throat.

"Yes Sir, but not the most." I said my lips brushing against the rough skin
of his thumb.

"But you feel it there a lot?" He asked.

"Un huh." I nodded and opening my lips I sucked the tip of his thumb into
my mouth licking and sucking on it.  I felt his other hand running down my
chest as he leaned over me more and started to talk directly into my ear
still holding onto my throat and fingered my lips.  His big hand reached my
hard cock in my jean cut-offs.  "I can tell you feel it here." He said,
brushing my earlobe with his lips.

"But not the most." I said around his thumb and leaned more into his bulky,
muscular chest. His clothes were dirty, but he smelled clean, I liked his
smell.

"Where else is there, baby?" He asked.  I squirmed and spread my legs
wider, I tried to lift one of them up onto his lap, but it couldn't so he
reached down with the hand that had been squeezing my dick and grabbed my
thigh pulling it up roughly over his legs leaving me splayed out.  He ran
one hand back up my chubby leg and one of his fingers caught on the edge of
my shorts. I moaned deep in my throat.  "Must be getting close." He said
and ran his finger under the edge of my shorts.  I moaned again.  He pulled
his thumb out of my mouth and turned my head to his chest.  I started to
nuzzle around looking for his nipple with my mouth. "Good baby." He said as
I latched onto his big nipple through his thin sweaty shirt with my lips
and started to suck it hard, like Deon taught me last night at the rest
area.  His finger slipped down further and started to rub across my
pussyhole.

"Mmmmmm!"  I moaned around his huge nipple as he started to rub the outside
of the hole harder.  "That's where I feel it the most!"  I cried out and
pushed my pussy against his finger.

"Oh." He said "and you like the way it feels, baby boy?"

"Yeth Thir!" I said still sucking.

"You like my big black fingers rubbing against your little boy cunt?"  He
asked more insistently.  Still holding onto my head with one hand and
pushing my face harder into his chest where I continued to chew, lick and
suck.

"Ungn Huh!"

"There's something in the way here." He whispered to me and hooked his
fingers around the thin piece of fabric that held my shorts together,
ripping the fabric until it separated completely, giving him complete
access to my pussy.  "That's better, aint it, baby?"

"Oh yes Sir." I said looking up at him.

"Shit boy, you a pretty little thing, in yo short little jean skirt."  He
said as he looked into my eyes.  He took his finger from my cunt and lifted
it to his nose and sniffed it.  "Mmmm, you got a nice clean hole, little
boy."  He said and shoved his thick finger into his mouth getting it wet
and then leaned down and pressed his huge mouth to mine as he slid the wet
digit into me.  His finger was really big and it stretched my pussy lips as
he shoved it all the way in, swirling it around, but it didn't hurt, it
just made me want more.  He kept making out with me and started to fuck
that big, black finger in and out of me.  If this is what fucking felt
like, then I definitely wanted to do it soon!  It felt so good!  Each time
he pushed in he rubbed against my insides and made me squirm with lust for
more.

Luckily there was nobody around.  I could hear kids playing at the
playground on the other side of the park but there were a lot of trees and
the area where the back toilets were was quiet.  We just sat there on the
bench and made out while he finger fucked me, a big, black hobo dude who
was just passing through town and an 11 year old faggot in a public park.
He pulled his lips from mine as he eased his finger out of me.  Before I
could protest he shoved two fingers into my mouth.

"Taste your own pussy, boy." He said shoving the fingers in hard causing me
to gag just a little and produce extra spit.  "Damn, that's a sweet little
mouth you got on you.  You ever suck a man's cock with that pretty little
mouth?" He asked me and tore the fingers from my lips and shoved them both
roughly into my spread eagle puss.

"Yes....Sir....I have." I managed to get out between gasps and moans and he
slid his fingers in and out, stretching me more and rearranging my insides
into his own throbbing, wet pussy-hole.  "I like to....suck...lots of
cock."

"Damn boy, looks like I found me the town ho!"  He said and kissed me again
ramming his thick tongue into me while slowly sawing those two fingers in
and out.  He pulled back and looked at me, keeping his fingers in deep,
spreading them and twisting them to keep opening me up.  "You tight as shit
boy, you ever been fucked up in that pussy?"

"No Sir."  I said looking into his big, kinda crazy eyes.  "But I want to."

"Oh, I can tell you wanna, boy.  You like a fruit ripe to fall of the tree
don't nobody pick you soon."  He pulled out and shoved in hard and I
quivered at the end of his arm.  He disentangled himself from me, keeping
his fingers deep inside and sat up more straight then got one his knees in
front of me.  I was slumped down on the bench, humping against his fingers,
he was so big that he still leaned forward and had his face right up close
to mine and his arm over the back of the bench.  He took a little nervous
look around and when he didn't see anyone he hunched back over me and
licked my lips with his big spit wet tongue, just lapped it across my lips.
I opened wide.

"Atta boy, baby, open that mouth up like a little baby bird while I fuck yo
ass a little with ma finga cocks."  He grabbed a handful of my hair with
the hand above me and pulled my head up closer to his.  He dribbled a
little spit into my mouth and I sucked it down whimpering.  He pulled my
hair hard when I did that.  "Don't swallow till I tell you.  I wanna fill
yo little mouth pussy with spit boy."  I started to reach my hand out to
feel his cock.  "Put yo fucking hands behind yo back, bitch." He said
sternly.  "Keep yo hands to yo self."  I pulled my hand back and clasped it
with the other behind my back.  "Good boy."  He said letting go of my
hair. "Arch yo back, ho." I did as he said and my head rested against the
back of the bench.  He slapped me lightly with his open hand across the
face, my mouth still wide open.  "Good boy." He leaned over me again
started to dribble spit into my mouth, looking in my eyes the whole time.
"You enjoying this aint you baby.?"  I nodded slightly making sure I didn't
let any of his precious spit out of my mouth.  He hawked up a couple of
snot balls from the back of his throat and spit them in my mouth too for
good measure.  It was now completely full.  "Best boy lube in the world."
he said grinning at me and ripped his fingers from my hole and inserted
four of his fingers into my mouth all at once.  "Just hold still boy." He
commanded me, taking on eof my little boy nipples in between two of his
strong fingers. "Let daddy get his fingers good and wet."  He twisted his
fingers around in my spit filled mouth, some overflowed and leaked down my
neck onto my chest wetting my tank top.  "Gotta get em good and slimy." He
said grinning down at me.

I moaned deep in my chest.  I loved what he was doing to me.  I didn't care
that we were in the park, nobody was around, but if they were they probably
wouldn't even be able to see me he was so big, hunkered over me there.  He
took his fingers from my mouth and rubbed the slime all over the lips of my
pussy, then he used three massive fingers to rub hard against the opening
over and over.

"Swalla that spit, bitch." he said twisting my titty extra hard.  I did and
felt it slipped down my throat. He jammed three of his fingers into me this
time I cried out a little in shock but he just calmly started to fuck away
relentlessly like before.  Each time he rammed and twisted the three
fingers in deep, my hard, fat little cock bounced making my new "skirt"
flap up and down. "We gotta stretch it out good baby boy, cause I'm gonna
fuck that pussy open.  Nothin' I like better than being the first nigga to
the plate.  I'm gonna fuck you good baby, turn that asshole of yo's into a
pussy fo my big nigga dick, cause my dick been needing a tight little pussy
like yo's for awhile.  I been layin in my bunk in prison every night fo the
last ten years thinking about fucking a fresh, young pussy like yo's, sweet
baby."  He leaned down and kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth.  He
still had his hand holding a clump of hair on the back of my head and three
fingers slowly, deeply fucking my cunt as we kissed I thought about what he
said and it really turned me on.  He had been in prison most of my life
dreaming about fucking a pussy like mine, busting a little boy cherry, and
here I was needing my cherry busted.  He was starting to speed up his
fingering, stretching that pussy out and getting it ready.  I was sweating
and moaning as I sucked on his tongue, his big thick lips nearly eating my
face.

"Why were you in prison, Sir?"  I asked when he pulled back til just our
lips were touching.

"Open yo cunt mouf and I'll tell ya."  I opened wide and he started to fill
me with spit again...man he could produce a lot of boy lube with his mouth,
he filled me up quick.  I know it sound weird, but I felt so safe there, my
whole world existed between this big black man's two hands controlling me
and holding me captive.  "It wasn't for murder, or nothing like that." He
said twisting hard on first one tittie then then other. "I killed some
niggas, but I aint never been caught fo that.  No, I got put away for
fucking with a little baby ho like you."  He pulled his fingers out of my
pussy and dipped them into my waiting mouth, scooped out some spit lube and
went back to work digging deep in my hole, more spit slopped out all over
my face.  I loved being covered in his nasty hobo slime.  "I got locked up
fo fucking a little boy just like you, except he wasn't nearly so willing
and hungry fo it as you are, you sweet little baby ho. Go ahead and swalla
that down now."  I did as he said.  "I was working as a janitor in an
apartment building in the city.  They was this little faggot, bout 8 or 9
was always comin around and watching me, rubbing his little dickie.  So one
day, I couldn't take it any mo and ripped the little teases pants off and
fucked his tiny little cunt so hard he started bleeding.  After I got ma
nut, I shoved some toilet paper up there and sent him home, but he his
folks found out and took him to the hospital.  I guess he lived, but I got
twenty.  Got out early fo good behavior.  I guess I'm rehabilitated cause
I'm gonna get you nice and opened up so I don't get in trouble again" His
fingers were now squishing in and out of my horny little hole.  I was in
slut heaven. He grinned at me he eyes bulging as he did getting that crazy
look to them again.  Instead of scaring me it turned me the fuck on.  I was
gonna get my first fuck from an ex-con, kid raping, 6'7", black as night
motherfucker and I was ready for it.  I lifted my head up and kissed him
not on the lips but on the scar next to his lips.  I kissed my way up the
scar to right near his eye and back down again.  He let me do it, he moaned
a little when I started to lick the old wound.

"Baby, you special. I don't know what god or devil sent you to me, but I'm
gonna do you right and give you a wide open pussy fo yo birfday." He smiled
down at me.

"My birthday is next week!" I blurted out.  "I'll be 12!"

"Good baby."  Looks like I got here just in time.  He worked his pinky into
my slimy hole along with the other three fingers and pushed hard.  I cried
out from the pressure, and pushed back trying to open up my hole, but he
couldn't get past the his knuckles no matter how hard we both pushed.  He
eased off and slid his fingers out of me.  He pinched my nipple real hard
as he did, twisting it so that I groaned and gasped out in pain.  I was
suddenly empty and the hot afternoon breeze swept up into my open pussy
making me feel more empty.  He smacked my ass and let go of my nipple,
rubbed his big hand on my head.

"Let's take a little break, boy. I got something in my bag might help you
open up a little more so you can take ma cock."  I was starting to get
scared the way he was talking about his cock.  I had not seen much of it
since he walked up and it was swinging under the fabric of his loose
pants. He stood up and as I sat up I saw it.  It was pushing against his
brown cotton pants.  It hung halfway down his thigh and I could see the
imprint of the apple sized head hanging halfway down his long leg to his
knee.  I leaned forward and reached for it.  He swatted my hand away.

"Never use your hands, bitch.  I done tole you that." He leaned down and
grabbed my face in his big hand, squeezing my jaw.  "I don't wanna tell you
shit twice you got that, cunt?"

"Yes Sir." I said and he slapped me across the face, not to hard, but hard
enough to teach me.  "Good boy.  Remember now or I'ma have to beat yo ass.
Now light us up a couple a smokes while I go get some shit from ma bag."
He turned and walked over to the tree he had been sitting under.  I watched
him go.  He was so big and powerful. His muscular ass poked out behind him,
riding high and stretching out even his loose pants.  I wanted to crawl
after him and bury my face in between his hard cheeks.  But instead, I
fished a couple a smokes out of the pack and pulled out the half joint too.
I lit both of the cigarettes and held them in one hand then I lit the joint
and took a deep hit off of it.  Six Seven was walking back to me now and he
was carrying a little leather bag with him, his massive hard cock pushing
the front of his pants out obscenely.

"Shit baby, you the limit." He said grinning.  "A little 11 year old, weed
smokin motherfucka."  He laughed and took the joint from my outstretch
hand, took a deep hit and held it.  "We having our own little party back
here.  My get outta prison party."  He exhaled and took another deep hit.
"Damn that good." He said and handed the joint back to me.  He leaned in
and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me to him to shotgun the hit into
my lungs and kissed me hard, reaching around at the same time to shove a
couple of fingers into my still exposed pussy.  He pulled them out and
smacked my ass then grabbed one of the burning smokes from my fingers and
stuck it in his big lips.  He knelt by the bench and set the medium sized
black leather bag down on it.  "I stole this from that bitch trucker before
he tossed me.  I was looking through it earlier and it's got just what we
need in it.  He pulled out a little brown bottle and set it on the bench.
"Oh yeah, poppers, that's the shit." I took another hit on the weed and he
turned to me, took the smoke out of his mouth and nodded to me making a
clucking sound with his tongue like you would do to call a dog over so I
leaned in and shotgunned the hit into him. Shotgunning was fun! He winked
at me and went back to the bag.  I stood there smoking my cigarette and
fingered my own pussy.  It was so wide open, but from what I'd seen of that
snake hanging in his pants, not open enough.  He pulled a small coil of
rope out of that bag and set it on the bench next to the little bottle.

"That gonna come in handy. Keep a bitches hands in check." He said to
himself and started rummaging in the bag again.  He pulled out a jar of
vaseline and a leather dog collar. He put the vaseline on the bench and
handed me the collar. "Hold this boy." I took it.  "Oh hell yeah." He said
and pulled out a little bag of pills and another baggie full of what looked
like green dried out flowers.  "A little weed, some fucking ludes.  That
fucking trucker slut was ready to fucking play.  They's a pipe in here and
everything.  He put the baggie with the weed in it back in the bag and took
three of the pills out of the other bag.  He swallowed two and then reached
up and shoved the other one into my mouth.  "Swalla that." He said and I
did.  "Good boy." He said and slapped me lightly on the side of my head.
"That gonna relax yo ass up."  He looked me over standing there, a smoke
and a dog collar in one hand and the other one behind me fingering the hole
he had made in my ass.  "Here." He said taking the top off of the vaseline
and holding the open bottle out to me. "Take a glob of that and work it
into that hot little pussy of yo's."  I did as he said and it immediately
made cunt more slick and my fingers felt so hot as I worked it deep inside.

"You a hot little bitch, fingering yo own snatch in yo skirt and tank top."
He stood and took the collar from me and moved around behind me.  I took
one last drag on the cigarette and tossed it aside as he affixed the collar
to my neck, tight but not too tight.  It felt good.  "You my fucking ho
now." He said and came back in front of me hooking his finger in the little
metal loop in the front of the collar he pulled me close to his face, took
a last deep drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out like a bull as he
pulled me in and kissed me hard.  He pulled back and looked around for
something and then had an idea.  He had a rope tied around his pants to
keep them up.  He untied it and tied it to the loop on the collar.  He
pulled on it a couple of times to make sure it was secure.  I loved the
feeling of the collar pulling on my neck and moaned.  "You like that
bitch?" He asked making a loop at the other end of the leash and tying it
off to make a handle.  "We gotta get everthing right, then I'm gonna fuck
that hot little twat of yours.  Open you up kid."

"Thank you Sir." I said.

"Yo welcome boy."  He reached out and grabbed the my closest tit and gave
it a good twist.  "I like the way you call me Sir.  Keep doin that shit or
I'll beat yo ass red."

"Yes Sir." I said, wincing from the pain and he dropped the leash and
picked up the rope from the bench, he walked around behind me and pulled
the finger out of my ass, grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them
together, tying them securely with the rope.

"So you suck a lot of men's cocks slut?  Where you gettin all this dick?"
I was leashed and tied with my pussy exposed in my torn shorts.  My heart
was racing, whatever pill he had given me was kicking in and starting to
make me feel so relaxed.  Like this was a totally normal situation, which I
guess for me, it was starting to be.

"I suck a lot of men at that toilet right over there, Sir." I nodded to the
little building about twenty feet away. He tugged on the rope one more time
to make sure it was secure and then he came around the front of me again.

"You ever sucked any black dick boy?"  He asked. His pants were sagging
without the rope and I could see the most of his dark kinky bush and the
thick, thick base of his cock.  The rest of his semi hard-on held his pants
up, but just barely.  I looked right his crotch as I answered.

"Yes Sir.  I've sucked three black men's dicks last night.  Two at the
truck stop and one at the rest area."  I told him.  I felt like such a
whore admitting it like that.  He took the handle of the leash back in his
big hand and then he turned to grab the little bottle off of the bench.
When he turned I saw that his pants were sagging in the back just held up
by his big ass.  I could just see the crack at the top.  It looked sweaty
and delicious.

"None o them niggers got in that hot little hole a yo's?"  He said as he
turned back around.  Then he chuckled when he saw where I was looking.  "Yo
tongue hangin out, bitch." He said and I realized he was right.  Not only
was it hanging out, I was drooling.

"I want to lick your butthole, Sir." I said brazenly.  I was high and ready
to get fucked.  It felt good to say whatever I was thinking.

"Well, it don't really matter what you want, cunt" he said as he reached
out and grabbed on of my ears, squeezing it hard between his fingers.  "But
you is lucky cause I happen to want to feel that hot little tongue of yo's
in my black manhole too."  He let go of my ear and playfully slapped the
side of my head.  "And keep that slut puppy tongue hanging out all the
time.  That's what cocksluts do.  They keep they mouth open and they
tongues out ready to service a big dick, yo."  I love how he was so rough
with me and that I couldn't do anything about it with my hands tied up. He
shook the bottle a few times and then took the lid off and held it to his
nose, pushed one huge nostril closed with a huge finger and snorted the
fumes from the bottle into his other huge nostril then he reversed it and
did the same.  He held it in for a second and looked down at me as he did.
An intense look came over his face and all niceness left him, like it just
disappeared and all that was left was a snorting crazy man.  Who had me
tied up and was holding the other end of my leach.  I stood there with my
tongue hanging out and pulled my head forward with the leash and shoved to
of his fingers into my mouth.

"Yeah ho, take you man any way he wanna give it to you." He alternated
slapping me, then finger fucking my throat, then slapping me again with his
wet hand, harder each time. He stopped and held the bottle under my nose.
I was a little bit dizzy from the slaps.  He covered one of my nostrils
with a knuckle as he held the bottle under the other.  "Inhale deep." He
said and I did.  Then he switched it to the other nostril and clucked his
tongue twice like he had done before and I looked up into his eyes and I
inhaled deeply again. I was suddenly much higher than before.  I held it in
like I had seen him do, then exhaled.  My head was throbbing and my cock
and ass both started throbbing with the beating of my heart.  The pot we
had smoked made happy, the pill he had given me relaxed my body and made
the whole situation seem comfortable, and now this stuff made me feel like
I needed something inside of me, NOW!" I was looking up at him.  He was
snuffing more of the stuff and looking down at me like he was about to
punch me in the face.  He tightened all of his muscles and then he released
and his pants fell down around his ankles.  His big heavy cock popped out
of them and rose up and hit me on the chin and then just hung there in
front of my eyes.  It was huge and not even completely hard.  It hung down
a little and some liquid was forming a large drop at the end of it.  He
flexed his cock and it jumped a little pumping out a little more pre-cum.
The drop was getting heavy.  I kept looking from the cock to his stern eyes
and started whimpering.

"What's the matter, dog?"  He reached out and boxed my ear.  "What do you
want bitch?"

"Please Sir."  I whimpered. He slapped my face pretty hard.

"Speak up, kid."

"Please let me lick that drop of pre-cum, Sir." I begged "Please let me
suck it Sir. I wanna suck it Sir."

"Yeah.  I'll let you have it boy.  I'll let you have all the cream from
that big black motherfucker that you want.  But you aint gonna suck it, you
gonna pray to the motherfucka, you gonna worship this black man's dick, you
understand, ma little white slut?"

"Yes Sir."  I said, then stuck my tongue back out and panted, waiting for
him to give me the okay.

"I'm gonna get ma babymaker wet in yo cocksucking throat and then I'm gonna
take you in that toilet and fuck you a brand new pussy."  He leaned forward
a bit and spit in my mouth.  I was about to swallow it when he cocked his
head and gave me a warning with his eyes. I held it in my mouth and swirled
it around slowly, tasting the smoke and weed in his spit.  "I'ma take you
in that nasty park toilet and drill that hole and if a white boy shows up
you gonna suck they dick, you can suck all the white dick you want bitch,
but you WORSHIP the mothafuckin BLACK DICK. You got that?"  I nodded my
head.  He then clucked his tongue twice like he had done before and I knew
that meant it was okay, so I swallowed.  I looked up at him expectantly,
and he smiled down at me and ruffled my hair.  "Good boy."  My attention
went right back to his dick where the drop was about to fall.  He laughed
as he swung it back and forth slowly in front of my face.  It was so big
and pendulous that even now, almost completely hard it hung down heavy.  My
best guess is 10 inches.  It was thick the whole way down but thicker the
last two inches or so.  I studied it and the thought that I was soon gonna
take that big black fucker in my pussy.  He poppered me up again.  I licked
his hand while he did it and he seemed to like that.  Then he stood back up
and clucked his tongue twice again so I moved forward and took the head of
his cock in my mouth, just catching the big drop as it was about to fall,
it slid down my throat and it kept pumping out lubing my fuckboy throat for
the assault that was about to come.  I was ready for it though.

"You a real trainable little fucker, you know that kid?" He said as he set
the poppers aside and lit on of my Kools and watched me work on his cock.
I had just got the whole head in my mouth and was working on the first inch
of shaft when he used the leash to pull me up to standing.  "Stay." He said
and sat down on the bench.  I stood there, waiting patiently as he stared
and me, squinting at me through the smoke coming from the Kool in his lip.
He took the smoke out and clucked his tongue, I dropped to my knees I was
about to crawl forward and take his dick in my mouth again when he cocked
his head and looked at me hard.  I kept still and kept my eyes on his, then
flicked them back to his cock and waited.  Finally he clucked twice and
tugged on the leash and I crawled forward on my knees.  Thank god for
grass.  I could feel my greased up and stretched pussy swish as I crawled,
making me feel like a sexy whore.  His cock had reached it's full size and
was sticking out straight and hard at about 11 or 11 1/2 inches thick and
veiny, shiny black in the sun, it was dripping gobs of pre-cum out the
throbbing tip.  I looked up at him with lust and respect as I took his big,
black apple into my mouth again.  I used my lips to massage it as I worked
my way down slowly, licking it and swallowing his precum as I went.  He
glared down at me and smoked.

"That's what I mean by worship that black fucking cock, baby.  I can see it
in yo eyes. You get it.  It's all about me baby boy, never forget that.  It
gonna be hard to take ma club in yo pussy at first, so you gotta want it.
You gotta love that cock with everything you got baby, you gotta want to
make yo man happy."  He rubbed my head and neck with his hand as he talked
gently encouraging me to swallow more and more of it.  The head pushed into
my throat.  He took a handful of my hair and pulled on it to stop me.
"Hold it there cuntboy." He said and let go, reaching over to pick up the
bottle again.  He held it under each of my nostrils first and I took a
really big hit in each, licking his fingers while I did.  He laughed and
shook his head down at me as I held it in and smiled around his cock.  "I
do like how you do that, you subservient little fuck."  I exhaled and now I
really wanted to lunge onto his cock.  But I waited while he hit the fumes
from the bottle.  Finally just before he exhaled I heard him cluck twice
and I started my downward progress again pushing my head forward and
swallowing the head of his dick again.  I found my throat very relaxed from
all the drugs and I was so happy doing what I love doing.  His hand on my
head got more insistent.  I looked up at him and he had that crazy look in
his eyes again.

"You can do it, cocksucker, swallow that fucking meat." He was pushing and
pulling hard on my head now, shoving a couple more inches in with each push
forward.  Letting me breath but not much he leaned forward a little and
reached the long arm not holding my head in place forward to smack my ass.
He hit me hard.  Hit me again.  Solid and hard.  "That a boy, take yo big,
black man's dick." He hit my other ass cheek three times and then switched.
Three times each over and over.  Every once in a while he would slap it
right on my outstretched hole.  "Keep that mothafucking back o yo's arched
bitch or you gonna get much worse that this."  I arched my back and
swallowed another inch when he hunched his hips forward and surprised me.
I was taking almost nine inches on the instroke almost every time and was
proud of myself, but I wanted to take the rest of it for him, to show him
how much I wanted to please him.

"You a nasty ho." he said as he jammed three fingers into my vaseline and
spit slick hole. "Gonna get you ass fucked into a pussy baby.  You finish
wettin up that hole digger o mine, get it wet all the way to the base and
as a reward I rape this sweet little ass o yo's" He pulled his fingers out
and slapped the slime from them onto my ass, he grabbed my head with both
hands and twisted it slightly to the right to get a better angle on my
throat. "Yeah, right there you fucking whore." He shoved his pelvis forward
while pulling my head and got the rest of it into me.  He held me there,
choking and spasming against his dick for a scary amount of time.  I almost
passed out when he let go and I pulled back fast to get air.  "Don't you
dare take it out yo mouf!" he warned me and I stopped just in time sucking
in breath through my snotty nose, tears running down my face I got control
of everything, took a deep breath and lunged forward swallowing the whole
thing again surprising him.  This time I held it all the way in myself.
"Damn if you aint a full service cock slut!"  He then grabbed my head again
and ground into me forcing my throat to stretch out even more.  "Oh fuck."
He said and grabbing my hair ripped me off his cock and threw me back.
With my arms still tied I could do nothing so I just crumpled and fell
backwards onto the grass as far as the leash would let me.  He sat there
for a minute shaking and mumbling under his breath.  I was scared so I
stayed put and lay there gasping for air watching him and waiting to see
what he wanted me to do.

"That.." He looked down at me sternly, "was close.  You don't make me cum
until I tell you to.  You got that, you stupid little cunt?"

"Yes Sir."  I said scrambling to my knees and sticking my tongue out like a
good whore.  He grabbed the smokes, vaseline and the bottle in one hand and
took up the leash with the other. He kicked off his pants where they still
hung on at one of his big fucking feet.  He lit two of the smokes and put
one in my mouth.  "Get up Kid.  It's time to get you good and fucked."  He
looked down at me and smiled around his smoke.  "This has been a lucky day.
After getting tossed out of that truck I got a shower and a meal from that
pastor at the church, then the collared fuck drank my load of piss on top
of it.  Then I come for a nap in the fucking park and find me a virgin
faggot ready to pop.  My lucky fucking day."

"That pastor was my dad. Sir."  I said.

"Huh." He chuckled looking down at me "I guess it figures."  He started
walking towards the toilet and I followed behind at the end of the leash, a
smoke in my lips watching his hard ass muscles ripple and flex in front of
me.

...to be continued.