Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2011 15:37:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tman Whoosit <callmetman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Mitchell uses Jamal chapter 1

This is a fantasy story between a grown white man and a black teen. Don't
read if its illegal or that will offend you. enjoy

Mr. Mitchell uses Jamal chapter 1

Jamal is a black teen living on the edge of a nice neighborhood in the
suburbs and he needed some gas money. His older brother Jerome used to hit
him up with a few bucks whenever he asked even though Jerome never had a
job.  His brother was now a freshman at college but before he left he told
Jamal that he always had some spending money from doing odd jobs for
Mr. Mitchell who lived in the nicest house in the neighborhood. Jamal was
nervous because Jerome told him that Mr. Mitchell liked to see his dick and
paid him 50 bucks a pop to jerk him off. Jamal didn't know wether to
believe it or not because Jerome was always messing with him and maybe he's
just trying to embarass Jamal. The only thing Jamal knew for sure was that
he didn't want a job flipping burgers so here he was right after school
standing infront of Mr Mitchell's house.  Rob Mitchell answered the door,
tall and solidly built with short hair greying at the temples.

"Yes?"

"Uh, Mr. Mitchell, my names Jamal, I..."

"I know who you are. What can I do for you boy?"

"Uh, well my brother Jerome said that he did some stuff for you to make a
little money."

"And since he's gone away to college you want to take his place?"

"Yeah you know, I needs that green" Jamal chuckled then stopped short when
Mr. Mitchell just stared at him. "Anyway I was wondering if there was any
odd jobs you needed done."

Rob stared at him long enough for Jamal to become very uncomfortable and
then he spoke. "Meet me around back" And he closed the door. Jamal was a
little put off by the staring and him closing the door in his face but
money is money so he walked around the side of the house to the back
deck. Rob was waiting there when Jamal got to the deck, there was a bucket
and a scrub brush at his feet.  "The deck needs cleaned, go ahead and get
to it, I'll pay you fifty dollars if you do a good job."  Rob turned and
walked back inside the house.

Jamal looked around the deck. It wasn't too big and didn't look dirty so he
figured even though he hadn't planned on doing real work this wouldn't be
too bad. And judging by Mr. Mitchell's attitude Jamal decided that his
brother was fucking with him when he told him that shit about Mr. Mitchell
paying just to play with his black dick. Jamal was just about to grab the
brush when the back door opened. Mr. Mitchell came out with a beer and sat
down in one of the deck chairs.

"What are you waiting for boy?"  Rob asked taking a long drink from the
beer. Jamal grabbed the brush and started scrubbing. After a few minutes
Mr. Mitchell told him to stop.  "What the hell are you doing?"

"Uh, well you said to clean the deck. So I was...."

"Start in the corner and work your way out boy" Jamal was a little put off
by the way Mr. Mitchell kept calling him boy but he moved to the corner and
started scrubbing. After a few minutes of working in the sun Jamal was
sweating.

"You better take your shirt off or you're going to sweat through it boy."
Jamal was getting used to doing what Mr. Mitchell said so he pulled the
baggy tshirt over his head and hung it on the rail of the deck and went
back to scrubbing.  Soon Jamal was lost in the working and had almost the
whole deck cleaned when he looked back at Mr. Mitchell and he saw that he
wasn't looking at the deck he was looking right at Jamal.

Maybe Jerome wasn't fucking with me, Jamal thought to himself as he
finished up.

"I'm finished Mr. Mitchell, unless there something else you be needing me
to do?"

"What do you mean boy?"

"Well Jerome say that you pay him sometimes for some special stuff" Jamal
said, not sure how to bring it up.

Rob leaned forward, his eyes boring into Jamal.  "What exactly did your
brother tell you I paid him for?"  When Jamal stood there for a few moments
trying to figure out how to phrase it Rob grew impatient.  "Well boy?" he
snapped.  "Just say it!"

"He say you be paying him fiddy bucks to see his dick and jerk him off"
Jamal blurted out.

For the first time since he knocked on the door Jamal saw Mr. Mitchell
smile.  "Is that all he told you?"  Jamal nods his head and Rob stands
up. "Follow me boy". The back door led into a big kitchen, stopping long
enough for Rob to get another beer he led Jamal into a another room set up
as a home gym.  Sitting on a stool he motions Jamal to sit on a padded
bench.  Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a 50 dollar bill. "This is
for the deck."  Jamal's eyes locked onto the bill as Mr. Mitchell kept
talking. "I did pay your brother to let me play with his cock. I'm
surprised he told you."  Rob took a swig from the beer. "However I'm not
surprised that's all he told you." Jamal wondered what that meant but
Mr. Mitchell continued.

"I bet it sounds good to you doesn't it boy?  You get paid and you get
jacked off." He continuted to stare at the teen. "You jerk off everynight
don't you?"  Jamal starts to shake his head but Mr. Mitchell quickly cuts
him off. "Don't lie to me boy"

"Yeah ok I beat off some" Jamal says trying to sound defiant but even to
his ears it came out weak. He cringes when Mr. Mitchell laughs.

"Don't lie to me boy, you jerk off everynight and I bet your a minute man."
Rob was laughing as he said the last part. Jamal felt his embarassment
turning to anger and he snapped at Mr. Mitchell.

"I ain't no minute man I go all night!"  Jamal was ready for an argument
but instead all he got was a smirk.

"Ok then boy, put your money where your mouth is."  Jamal looked at
Mr. Mitchell with a confused look on his face, then his eyes widened when
he saw a hundred dollar bill come out and join the fifty. "Lets make a
little wager, you and I.  I bet I can make you cum in less than 15
minutes."  "If you can hold out and last I will pay you triple what I owe
you for the deck."  Jamal didn't like the smile that on Mr. Mitchell's face
as he continued. "But if you cum before that you go home with nothing."

"But, I.. uh..." Jamal felt like he was spinning out of control.

"I knew it, you are full of shit and just all talk. You probably wouldn't
last 2 minutes" Rob made a big show of folding the hundred.  "I guess you
have no intrest in easy money."

"No wait!  I, uh..." Jamal's eyes were locked on the hundred dollar bill.
"I'll do it". Mr. Mitchell stepped to the small table beside the door and
placed both bills down and picked up a digital timer.

"My wife uses this to time how long shes on the eliptical." He turned it
for Jamal to see the large digital readout that was set to 15 minutes.
"Alright boy, I don't have all day. Strip." Jamal looked around nervously
not sure what to do when Mr. Mitchell's stern voice told him to strip
now. Jamal quickly kicked off his shoes and slid his baggy jeans down. He
pulled off his socks and then with a last breath slides his boxers down and
kicks them off.  Mr. Mitchell walked around him looking him over. "My my,
you are actually bigger than your older brother did you know that?"  Jamal
shook his head no and Rob laughed.  "Getting quiet now? You aren't nervous
are you?" Jamal started to answer but his mouth was dry and he stopped
making Mr. Mitchell laugh again.  "Alright boy lay down on the bench lets
get started."

Jamal quickly laid down on the bench thinking that his whole thing was a
bad idea but just reminding himself about the $150 he was going to get. He
closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing down when he felt his
wrists being pulled down and he felt the cold metal of handcuff locking
around them.

"What the fuck you doin man?!" Jamal was starting to panic a little
bit. Rob laid a hand softly on his chest.

"Calm down Jamal." It was the first time all day that his voice was smooth
and not harsh. "This is just to make sure you keep your hands out of it"
"Your brother trusted me enough to send you to me didn't he? So relax"

Mr. Mitchell's strong hand resting on his chest and his voice did make
Jamal feel better. "Yeah ok, yeah. it just surpised me is all"

"It's ok Jamal, now are you ready to start?"  "Remember if you don't last
15 minutes you go home with no money at all."  Jamal nods his head and
Mr. Mitchell starts the timer and sets it off to the side so Jamal has to
turn his head uncomfortablly to see it. Jamal figured Mr. Mitchell would
grab his cock and start jerking fast to get him to cum but he watched as he
slowly moved his hands in circles on Jamal's chest.  Then he grabs a bottle
of oil and drips it down his chest to his still soft cock, covering it and
his balls. Mr. Mitchell still hasn't actually touched his cock yet as he
starts to rub the oil into Jamal's chest and stomach.  Jamal is surprised
to feel his cock start to stiffen even though it still hasn't been
touched. He watches fascinated as Mr. Mitchell's strong hands move over his
chest and abs and he is shocked when he realizes that he wants to feel
those hands on his cock.

Jamal's mind races as he tries to figure out what he is feeling as his cock
goes fully hard even though it still hasn't been touched. Mr. Mitchell
presses down on his abs and on his pelvis on either side of his cock and he
still hasn't touched it. Jamal feels his teen cock twitching and throbbing
now and he has to stop himself from blurting out for Mr. Mitchell to grab
it. Jamal reminds himself that he is trying to hold out and he looks at the
timer for the first time, sure that half the time is gone.  Craning his
neck to the side he gasps when he sees the clock.  Only 49 seconds are
gone. Jamal's head snaps back and Mr. Mitchell is looking at him with an
evil grin and Jamal starts to get very worried that he isn't going to make
it.

"Look at your cock boy. So hard its throbbing" Rob continued talking in the
soothing voice. "Nothing looks as good as a black cock all shiny and hard."
"How big are you? Surely you have measured before."  Jamal just shakes his
head no.  "Really? well you are definitely a good eight and a half inches."
Rob runs one finger up the underside of Jamal's rock hard cock, from the
base all the way up to the head. Just one finger barely touching, tracing
up and down slowly. The sensation was driving Jamal wild and frustrating
him at the same time. Jamal was trying to hold out to earn the money but
his body was screaming out for Mr. Mitchell to grab his cock and make him
cum. The only way he could keep from begging was to bite his lip.

"Open your eyes boy" Mr. Mitchell's voice got very stern again and Jamal's
eyes snap open. "I want you looking at me the whole time." Mr. Mitchell
stared hard into Jamal's eyes. "You understand?"

"Yes sir" Jamal replies and with that Rob grabs Jamal's cock for the first
time and gives it 10 quick strokes. It catches Jamal off guard and the
pleasure is so intense his eyes close again and his hips start bucking
against Mr. Mitchell's hands uncontrollably.

SLAP. The stinging on his cheek snaps Jamal's eyes back open and he looks
at Mr. Mitchell. "I told you to keep your eyes open boy."

"I'm sorry sir."

Rob smiles again and starts slowly stroking Jamal's rock hard black teen
cock again and Jamal starts to let his eyes drift close before he catches
himself and opens his eyes wide to look at Mr. Mitchell.

"Feels good don't it boy?" Mr. Mitchell keeps slowly stroking and moves his
other hand up and pinches Jamal's nipples. Jamal gasps as the pleasure hits
him, it's the first time hes ever had his nipples played with.  "Oh you
like that don't you boy?" Jamal keeps eye contact and nods his head. Jamal
starts to breathe heavy and he feels the cum starting to boil in his
balls. He looks over at the timer and only 6 minutes have passed and he
starts to panic as he gets closer and closer to cumming when all of the
sudden Mr. Mitchell lets go of his cock.

"You're not going to make it boy. Don't you want the money?"

"Please I need that money!" Jamal was practically begging.

"Maybe some pain will help you last longer boy, do you want to try?" Jamal
was desperate so he shakes his head yes.  Mr. Mitchell reaches over and
gets a pair of nipple clamps and locks them onto Jamal's hard nipples. A
shot of pain shoots through Jamal but to his dismay he feels it in his
balls and it doesn't make his cock go down any. Mr. Mitchell continues to
slowly stroke Jamal's cock and at the same time he starts slapping his
inner thighs with his other hand. The pain was sending waves of fire
throught Jamal's body and he was about to cum when Mr. Mitchell lets go of
his cock again.

Jamal was in agony his balls actually ached from the need to cum and his
nipples hurt and his thighs were on fire but his cock was as hard as its
ever been. Every time he would think he was about to cum Mr. Mitchell would
let go and let him calm down a little.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret boy" Mr. Mitchell tells Jamal
inbetween slaps to his thighs.  "I knew the pain would only make it more
intense for you."  Jamal's body was covered in sweat and he was panting he
looked at the timer and there was only two minutes left and he feels like
he is actually going to make it. It's this moment that Mr. Mitchell reaches
up and flicks the nipple clamps off and the dull pain in his nipples is
replaced by two white hot spots of fire. It was the first time that the
pain actually overwhelmed the pleasure and Jamal couldn't breathe for a few
seconds. After a few heartbeats the pain subsides enough for him to feel
the rest of his body and Mr. Mitchell's hand on his cock is speeding
up. Jamal knew he was close and he fights the urge to cum. He clenches his
eyes shut and grits his teeth when he is slapped across his face hard. He
remembers and opens his eyes looking right at Mr. Mitchell as he feels the
 uncontrollable feeling of his cum about to explode.

"Noooooooo" Jamal moans trying to hold off.

"Look at me now boy!" Jamal locks eyes with Mr. Mitchell just as he hits
the point of no return and the first shot of cum explodes out of his teen
black cock. It rockets several feet in the air and splats down onto his
chest as his back arches and his hips buck. His second and third wad of cum
don't fly quite as high but still sprays all over his oiled smooth black
chest as his vision narrows and he practically passes out.

Jamal lays there trying to catch his breath and is so out of it he barely
notices the cuffs being removed from his wrists. He starts to get his wits
back and he looks up at the now standing Mr. Mitchell who is wiping his
hands on Jamal's tshrit. Jamal is about to say something when the timer
starts buzzing.

"You lose boy."  Mr. Mitchell reaches to the table and picks up both bills
and puts them in his pocket. Jamal wants to argue but he is totally spent,
he is exhausted, he is covered with sweat and his own cum. Mr. Mitchell
throws Jamal's shirt to him. "Clean up and get on home boy."

Jamal's head is swimming and he knows he just had the most intense
experience of his life. He numbly wipes the loads of cum from his chest not
even considering what he will do with his dirty shirt later.

"Hurry up boy. Get dressed and get out."  Jamal quick pulls the cum stained
shirt over his head and pulls his boxers and jeans on as Mr. Mitchell keeps
staring at him.

"I really needs that money sir" Jamal says meekly.

"Too bad you lost.  However I will loan you fifty bucks but you will owe me
boy, do you understand?" Mr. Mitchell holds out the fifty dollar bill and
Jamal practically jumps at it.

"Thank you sir I'll pay you back I swear" Jamal shoves the bill in his
pocket before Mr. Mitchell changes his mind.

"Good boy, be here tomorrow at 3."  "And don't be late boy" With that
Mr. Mitchell gently pushes Jamal out the back door.


Thanks for reading, this is my first story ever so cut me some slack. I
would love to hear any comments that you have and any usefull critisism.
Also hit me with any suggestions, I have ideas but am always open to other
thoughts.  send email to callmetman@yahoo.com