Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 18:29:58 -0700
From: Bert Carley <bertcarley@goldrush.com>
Subject: Danny Boy - Part 7

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic
events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too
young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read they story.
In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. In
the real world, everyone should practice safe sex.

Send your comments and suggestions to bertcarley@goldrush.com I do look
forward to your email's!


Danny Boy - Part 7

Joe, Blake and I covered a lot of ground Sunday evening discussing some of
the things I had suggested be made in the operations of the business to
make it more profitable. As I pointed out to them, since the brothel
business in the back rooms was illegal, there was no sense running the
income it generated through the bar books. They should run a separate
second set of books on the brothel business to keep track of the income,
but not report the income for tax purposes. That way, if the bar books were
ever audited by the Board of Equalization or ATF (Alcohol, Tobacco and
Firearms) for the Beer and Wine license renewals the profit wouldn't be a
question in their minds. They had indicated that they would like to get a
hard liquor license eventually. I warned them once they did, they would be
constantly be checked out by the ATF, where as, having just the Beer and
Wine license, they probably would never be audited. I told them of all the
audits 'The Tool Box' had over the time I had worked there because of the
hard liquor license. That seemed to make sense to them too. I told them
they should get a laptop computer, let me set up their brothel business on
it so they would know how much money it was generating for them. However,
having it all on a laptop, they would be able to run with it if they ever
raided and just continue the business where they relocated as nothing had
happened.

When we finished discussing business, Joe went back to tending bar; Blake
and I went to the back room and prepared for the afternoon and evening
ticket sales. As the whores showed up for the evening business, he gathered
them all around and told them what he expected of them, since some were not
doing their share of ticket sales, kind of a pep talk too. The last thing
he wanted to do was piss any of them off and have them quit. He
complemented both Ricky and me for doing so well last night. He made the
rounds popping and Ecstasy pill in each of their mouths, then asked me,
"Danny Boy, you want to work back here tonight again baby?"  When I told
him yes, he popped a pill into my mouth too. He told us all to grab one of
the Wine Coolers Joe had brought on a serving tray from the bar and we hit
the dance floor.

About 8pm Dick showed up, paid Blake the $40 he had borrow from him last
night, then plunked out another $80 and took me to the dance floor. Dick
was a good dancer, a terrific Top and I was looking forward to spending
another full hour with him in the back room making black and white
babies. When he eventually ushered me to the back room he spent half and
hour with me, then we went back to the dance floor and he danced with Ricky
for awhile. Before long, he and Ricky headed for the back room. I thought
to myself. "Good, he isn't going to be wanting me exclusively in the
future, which could be a real problem."

That Ecstasy pill was really doing a number on me tonight. I was especially
horny. I made the rounds of the guys at the bar hoping I could get one of
them to dance with me. There was a new guy I had not seen in the bar last
night. He was sitting alone at one of the tables drinking a beer. He wasn't
especially good looking, but he was a big guy, huge muscles and shaved
head. He was dressed in work clothing. He looked lonely sitting over there
all by himself. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him if he wanted
some company. He smiled and motioned me to sit down. I already had a Wine
Cooler in my hand or I would have asked him to buy me a drink. I talked
with him for a few minutes and learned that he worked at the docks, new to
the area and had heard of the place from a couple of the guys he worked
with.  When I asked him if he would dance with me, he smiled, rose and led
me to the dance floor.  He too was a decent dancer, and he smelled great. I
found out his name was Nick and told him I was Danny Boy. His powerful male
scent filled my head and I just melted to him. He could see I liked him,
especially when I put my hand over his crotch and rubbed his ding-dong to a
state of full blown and ready for some fun time.

I whispered in his ear that he could make love to me for half an hour for
only $40. "Come with me to the back room and I'll put a smile on your face
big guy! That's a real nice piece of meat you got in your pants there, just
needs a bit of white pussy to play with." I led Nick through the door and
down the corridor to Blake so he could purchase a ticket and get the rules
of the house told to him. I introduced Nick to Blake and winked at my
man. He asked Nick if he wanted a full hour for $80 or a half-hour for
$40. Nick pulled out $40 and Blake handed the guy a rubber, a small tube of
KY, a towel and told him cubicle #8, half an hour.  When Nick entered the
cubicle with me, I stripped and helped him out of his clothing. He had a
nice sized dick on him and I soon found out that he knew how to use it. He
had my hot little bottom squeezing and massaging his manhood until he
exploded, not just once in the half hour, but three times. When Blake
pulled the curtain back and told us his time was up he was just about ready
to feed me the forth load down my throat. He suddenly stiffened and down it
went to my stomach. His crotch was delightfully aromatic. I took one last
inhale of his groin, dressed and we went back to the bar.

He kept asking me to dance again. I danced with him a couple more times
during the evening, but I told him I had to make some money. He coughed up
another $40 and we went back for another half-hour in the cubicle. I liked
Nick, but knew I had to make some money for the house. When we returned to
the bar, I told him that I had to get busy again, excused myself and
started making the rounds to get another guy interested in taking me to the
back room. I found it quite fun playing word games with guys, getting them
all hot and bothered, wanting to fuck me. I was perfecting my approach,
timing myself how long it took to get a guy to plug out his cash and usher
me to the back room for a ticket. It was a numbers game. Both Ricky and I
were obviously having a good time making money in such an unconventional
manner.  We kept comparing the guys we serviced. He pointed out the hottest
guy he had ever had that just happened to be in the bar. He told me I
should get him in the back room; I would be surprised at what he had in his
pants. I begged him to tell me, but he told me I was going to find out
myself.

I finally got Lester to take me to the dance floor. When I got through with
him he was rubbing his crotch against me and holding me to him. My feet
were barely touching the floor he had such a secure hold one me working me
over his hard-on. By the time he ushered me to the back, he was drooling
all over me. Blake gave me a big smile when Lester bought a full hour.  He
wanted to undress me, once piece at a time. He took his time, letting me
sniff and suck on his hairy body. He lay out on the bed and let me undo his
pants and pull them off him. I stood in total amazement when I was face to
face with the biggest piece of Black Meat I have ever encountered. Not only
was it big around, about 14 inches long, the ball sack was like two huge
bull balls hanging and resting on the sheet covering the bed. The head was
huge, glands protruding like huge French ticklers, surrounding the
head. The shaft was slightly smaller than the head, but grew even larger
around all the way to where it attached to his groin. It had a sheath of
long skin that totally covered the head until I pulled it back to display
the head and glands. I thought to myself. "There is no way I can get this
big thing into my mouth, but had to give it a try. I finally worked my lips
and mouth over just the head and rolled my tongue over the monstrous
head. He let out a low moan in his throat.

"That's it baby! Now put some KY on the shaft and work your two hands as
you suck the head!" My mouth was just about ready to lock up on me when he
finally stiffened and dumped his first load over my tongue. The blast and
volume was unforgettable. I couldn't swallow fast enough to take it
all. Skeet ran from the corners or my mouth, ran down his shaft and into
his bush. He told me to turn around and sit on his face. I pulled the butt
plug out and he ate pussy for awhile. He then worked fingers into me, until
he had all four and his thumb working KY up into me. "Time to ride
'Blackie' girl. Turn around and climb on facing me so I can work on those
fine nipples of your."  Though he had me dilated, I had a difficult time
getting the huge head passed my pussy ring. When it finally broke ground
and entered, the pain was as a red- hot poker inserted into me. I rested,
not moving until I relaxed a bit, then slowly lowered just an inch at a
time. When I felt it pressing against my prostate gland, my juices began to
seep out of the head of my cock. It was pushing my own juices out of me in
large quantities and beginning to feel a bit better as the head pushed
forward headed for deeper into my warm pink cavern. I worked it just a
little at a time until I had all but the last four inches in me. I slowly
began to ride Blackie. Each time he raked over my prostrate the juice
flowed out of my pee hole and the pleasure increased until I was moaning
and making low squeals, it felt so good! I didn't dare bounce too hard or
fast or I would have lost it and creamed everything I had all over him. I
eventually was able to get it all in me as I settled down sitting against
his groin, feeling his bush tickling my ass cheeks. I worked Blackie in and
out until I had better control of myself, trying not to blast everything I
had in my balls all over us both. Finally, I was able to ride that baby and
control myself by squeezing my dick so hard it quite dripping.

It was then he rolled me over in the doggie position and slowly took
over. I squeezed my dick as hard as I could at the base and he gradually
increased his speed until be both were pounding against each other like
animals. He clamped his hands and my hips and worked me into and out of
him, eventually lifting me up with my back against his stomach so he could
play with my nip's and bite my neck and shoulders. He would slow down when
he approached a climax, then speed up again, keeping us both in total
suspended libido until he just couldn't hold back any longer. My internal
muscles were milking and kneading Blackie and he finally went over the top,
stiffened and shot blast after blast of his hot juices up into me. His
teeth were branding me, almost drawing blood by the feel. I now realized
why Ricky had told me he was the hottest guy in the bar. A full hour with
Blackie taking possession of my ass was just about all I could handle for
the rest of the night.

When the hour was up, Blake pulled the curtain, helped me to my feet and
asked me if I had a good time. I told him I was going to have to rest for
awhile, thought I would relieve Joe at the bar then have a quick nap in the
office on the couch. He gave me a big smile, a kiss, popped me on the ass
and sent me on my way. Joe was glad to have a break, wanted to know if I
had a good time when he saw me returning with Lester on my arm. I gave
Ricky a big kiss when he came over and asked me if I enjoyed myself. He
said, "Some dick that 'Blackie,' huh; best fuck I ever had girl?" I nodded
yes! I gave Joe a long break as I worked his station. When he returned with
Ricky on his arm, I knew what they had been up to in the back room.

When Joe came back to relieve me I gave him the names of a couple of white
guys I knew that liked black meat like me that were blond, blue eyed and
good looking. I told him where they hung out so he could chase them down to
see if they would consider working for he and Blake in the back room. I
also talked with Ricky and asked him if he knew of any white guys that may
be interested in working in the back to let Joe know. Ricky gave Joe a
couple of names too. He actually had the names, addresses and telephone
numbers for them, but wasn't sure if they would be interested in working in
this rough section of Oakland at night.

When 2am rolled around, I was definitely ready to go home. It had been a
long day for Blake and me. Monday morning, as usual, Blake put that damn
chastity belt on me again so I wouldn't screw around during my three to
midnight shift at 'The Tool Box.' About 7pm Monday evening Blake called me
at the bar and told me he wouldn't be able to join me for my dinner hour,
as he was at the bar in Oakland tending to business. When I arrive home at
12:35am Tuesday morning Blake was already in bed cutting Z's. I rummaged
through his jean pockets and came up with the key, took off the damn
chastity belt and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself out and took a
shower. The sound of the shower and then the hairdryer never even awakened
him. I puttered around the kitchen for half an hour thinking about our
relationship, then retired too. I fell asleep nestled up against his warmth
with my butt pressed up against Thunder so I could feel his rise and fall
as Blake slept during the night.

I came awake suddenly as Blake was working Thunder into me. He had already
greased me up and was halfway in before my eyes fluttered and I was
conscious of what he was treating himself to back there. Once I had my
senses about me, I just let him do it to me until he brought me to a
shattering climax. We both fell right back to sleep until his alarm went
off at 5:00 am. I got up with him and fixed him breakfast as he took his
shower and dressed for work again. During breakfast, he told me that Joe
had been able to contact both the guys that Ricky had given him telephone
numbers. They both had come down to the bar in the early afternoon and Joe
was most impressed with both of them. He had them stick around until Blake
got to the bar at 5:30pm and they interviewed them together.

"Well Blake, did they pass the pussy test for you two connoisseurs of white
boy pussy?"

"Sure did girl, one's actually be a red-head, even his pussy hair be bright
red - real nice. The other a true blond just like you baby - a good
looker. They both just happened to be hurtin for money too, so they start
Friday night. Red head's named Ross, goes by Roxie. He be 22!  Blonde's
named Bob, goes by Bobbie! He be only 19 and hot as a firecracker! They
should be popular and bring in some real cash for us. We have to watch them
close though, I think Bobbie could be a crack head - maybe not! Didn't see
any needle marks on either of them. I even checked between their toes where
they usually hide them. They both be runaways, workin the streets and livin
in some dive hotel downtown together. We be lucky, no pimp got them under
his wing yet, so we don't have to worry bout trouble from some damn pimp
chasin em down. Joe's going to take em to his place and see if he can get
them cleaned up a bit, as they both pretty messed up right now. Some rough
guys got hold of them and they both all bruised up pretty bad. They should
work out just fine! Oh yes, Joe picked up a new laptop computer for little
or nothing on the black market yesterday. He wants you to install a copy of
'Quick Books' he purchased and set up the back room books on it for us. Any
chance you could talk your bosses into letting you have all the weekends
off baby?"

"That's when they really need me Blake; I just can't be letting them down
they been so good to me over the years!"

"Who you love baby, them or me? Your gon'a haf'ta make a choice soon,
between them, or helpin Joe and me make a go of 'The J&B!' If'n you want's
me to be your Niger girl, you best do some serious thinkin bout where you
puts your loyalties!"

"I know Blake! I have been thinking about it myself a lot lately! My first
priority is to get you off that motorbike going to and from work every day
during rush hours so you don't end up mangled to death. Let's go buy a
shinny new pick-up for you on my day off after you get off work, I'll front
the money and I'll feel better about my future with you alive and safe."

"You'd do that for me girl, really! Come here and give papa a big wet kiss
and a hug! I'll pay you back baby when the bar starts rakin in the
cash. That sure tells me you love me girl!"

"Of course I love you Blake! I've loved you since the first time I laid
eyes on you when you walked into the bar back Friday, June 10th... See, I
even know the day and date, it's what I call my anniversary day to myself
every time I think of the first time we made love. How about spreading
those black legs of your and letting me show you how much I love you before
you take off for work this morning." He scooted his chair back from the
breakfast table, pulled out thunder, spread his legs and I fell to my knees
and made love to Thunder. When I finished swallowing my morning ration of
pure male protein, I asked him. "Any chance that you could leave the
Chastity Belt off me from now on Blake, now that you know I'll be faithful
to you?"

"You been readin my mind again girl! How you knows I wasn't gon'a to put it
on you today?"

"Maybe you talk in my ear when you sleep and I squeeze my ass over
Thunder!" We both burst out laughing and he gave me a juicy kiss, a swift
pop on the ass and took off for work.

If you like this story and would like me to continue with further episodes,
please email me.  I don't seem to be getting any indications that anyone is
reading or enjoying this story.  Shall I continue with it guys, or try my
hand at something more vanilla for you?  bertcarley@goldrush.com