Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2012 04:39:56 -0700
From: Mark James <mjliterary45@gmail.com>
Subject: Seafood Chapter 11

Seafood 11 by Mark James

I laughed. "Okay, I'll see you in half an hour. Come on Jerry." I led him
to the bedroom.

"Get those clothes off and lay on the bed on your back. God I love seafood
in the morning. Even if I can't come again, I can suck you off,"

I stripped off my clothes, got on the bed and assumed the 69 position, with
my ass in his face and his cock in my mouth.

"Eat out my ass, sailor while I suck off your fine looking cock and get
some delicious cum."

"Yes sir."

He set his big wet tongue to licking and slurping on my asshole while I
took his cock down to this pubes and proceeded to slowly blow him. I
massaged his balls while I slid his hard erect cock in and out of my mouth
between my hot, wet lips. After a couple of minutes of me sucking his cock
he bent his knees, bucked his knees and tried to face fuck me.

"Stop that. Just lay there and get your cock sucked. I don't want or need
you to fuck my mouth."

"Sorry sir."

I sat up and sat down on his face, drove his head into the mattress and
wiggled my ass. Jerry stuck his tongue in my asshole like a spear and got
it half way up my anal canal.

"Yeah man, that's it, use that tongue. Oh that's great, Jerry, I love your
tongue."

I took his cock back in my mouth, exerted more lip pressure, and increased
my sucking rate. I could feel his stomach and thigh muscles tensing as I
brought him toward orgasm.

He so badly wanted to start bucking his hips. But he refrained. He wiggled
his ass and groaned and moaned as the orgasm came close and closer. So I
stopped sucking, sat up and kneaded his stomach muscles. His cock twitched
and copious amounts of pre-cum leaked out on to the head of his cock but
his muscles relaxed and his orgasm receded.

I pulled his legs up over his body and licked his asshole while I massaged
his perineum.

Then I sucked on his cock again and brought him to the edge of orgasm and
stopped. I did this a couple of more times, and then I let his legs back
down on the bed. I used my thumbs and index fingers to encircle his balls
and cock and exerted pressure like a cock ring would. I sucked on his cock
and drew blood into it, and it swelled, because the blood could not flow
back out. I licked and sucked on the enormous cock head, he couldn't keep
his body still and wiggled and twitched and shook and I brought him toward
orgasm again.

The orgasm built and built. Because of the pressure of my hands on the base
of his cock I delayed the orgasm until it was almost painful for him.

"Please, Ed, let me come. Oh God that's so great. Oh God, Oh God, Oh
God. Please, please, let me blow."

He could not help himself he bucked his hips back and forth and licked and
sucked on my asshole for all he was worth.

"Please Ed, please. Oh God, that's so good.

I released the pressure of my hands, increased my lip pressure and rapidly
sucked up and down on his cock.

"Awghhh, oh, Fuck, Goddamn, Shit. Awwwwghhhhhh."

He came with such force that his cum streams went right down my throat like
bullets and he came and came and came. I barely managed to keep up with the
cum stream as I spasmodically swallowed. Ever muscle he had was tensed and
they could probably hear him yell blocks away. Then abruptly all his
muscles relaxed and the blood rapidly drained from his cock. He was all
done.

I heard clapping. I looked over at the door and there were Larry and Dean
watching and clapping.

Dean said, "Hey, Jerry was making so much noise we had to come see what was
going on. That was a stellar blow job; masterful. Breakfast is ready. You
guys better get cleaned up."

Jerry said, "I don't think I can stand up. Jesus Ed, I didn't know an
orgasm could be that intense. Now I'm spoiled. I'm only 19 and now I`ll
spend the rest of my life trying to have another one like that."

I whacked him on the leg and said, "It keeps the customers coming back. Get
up, clean up and get dressed. You don't want to miss this breakfast. Dean
is a gourmet chef."

Breakfast was incredible. I was going to be spoiled and I was really going
to miss Dean when he went back to the base. I volunteered for KP and as he
went in the living room Dean said that dinner was at 3:00 and if anybody
wanted supper it would have to be leftovers.

Later Jerry came in the kitchen to say goodbye while I was putting the
dishes away.

"You don't have to leave. Feel free to stay here until you have to report
back in. You can come and go as you please. You know dinner is at
3:00. Have sex with Larry and/or Dean, myself or who else you can
find. Dean's going to be cooking dinner, but maybe you and Larry want to go
somewhere. I'll bet you could persuade Dean to cook naked. Maybe you could
suck him off or fuck his ass while he's fixing dinner, or maybe he could do
you. There are all sorts of interesting possibilities."

"Thanks Ed. I didn't realize I had an open invitation."

"Okay, Go. Do. Whatever you want or you can persuade somebody else to
do. If you go downtown and find somebody you want to suck bring them back
here. Maybe we will have an orgy if you don't mind sharing your tricks."

He wandered off and I went back to my coffee and newspaper.  Finally I got
up and did some housework. I started collecting trash from various trash
baskets. In Dean and Larry's room I found the basket filled with a lot of
sheets of paper. I looked at them and saw that they were pornographic line
drawings and they were damned good work. I went back in the living room and
asked Larry who had drawn them.

"I did. I was just fooling around so I trashed them."

"Where did you learn to draw like that?"

"I didn't learn; I've always been able to draw. Sometimes that is all that
kept me sane while I was going from foster home to foster home."

"These are good. Do you mind if I keep them?"

"No, I'd already thrown them away."

"Have you ever drawn on canvas?"

"No, the drawings are just something I do. I'm no artist. Those would get
me court-martialed if anybody found them on me. I've never had the time or
money to paint, but I've always wondered what it would be like to be able
to experiment."

"Come with me.

"Dean, we'll be in the back yard," I said as we passed through the kitchen.

"Ok," he said as he leaned over and took something out of the oven.

There was another building in the back yard and we went inside.

There was a complete artist's studio inside and there were numerous
paintings stacked along the wall.

"What's this? Dean asked with awe.

"This is my studio. I also paint."

"Jeez."

I put a blank canvas on an easel, showed him where all the supplies were
stored and led him over to the library containing hundreds of books about
painting and artists.

"If you want, feel free to use anything here."

He looked like a boy in a candy store.

"I'm going back inside."

I don't think he even heard me.

As I walked back to the house I heard a voice say, "Mista Ed."

I turned around and there stood this awesome black stud in just a pair of
jeans gnawing on the stem of a flower he was holding in his hand.

"Jesus Christ, Jacob, where did you come from?" I yelled as I rushed over
and enveloped him in a bear hug and swung him around and around.

"Oh God, I'm so glad you are all right. When I heard you were drafted and
just disappeared in the military maw I was beside myself. God damn let me
look at you, I said as I stepped back. You've grown into a man. Goddamn
you're a real hunk aren't you?"

"I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. I can't believe you're glad to
see me after the way we parted and what I called you. I still don't know
why you, a white man, would care about a Negro kid. God I've missed you,"
he said as his tears ran down his cheeks. "You're the best thing that ever
happened to me. It wasn't just the sex with you was it? I didn't know how
really nasty white and black people could be until I left home."

I grabbed his face with my hands and planted a big one right on his mouth.

"No Jacob, it wasn't just the sex. The sex was great but it was what you
needed at the time. You initiated it and it could have gotten us either
arrested or killed if anyone had found out. But when you called me a "queer
pervert who preyed on children" and stormed out you broke my heart. Then
when you disappeared into the army and I never heard from you again I
almost killed myself as much from my loss as what you thought I had done to
you. Fuck man, I'm so glad to see you and to know you are alright."

We were both standing there crying like babies. I opened my arms and he
melded into them like we had never parted and we stood there and hugged
each other for 15 minutes.

He murmured, "Can we make love?"

I said, "I'd like that, but there a 3 sailors staying here right now. Let
me introduce you first. I don't expect any racial prejudice from them but
you never know."

We went in the studio and we interrupted Larry in the midst of painting a
nude on canvas.

"Larry this is Jacob an old friend and lover of mine. Jacob, Larry is here
on a 3 day pass."

Larry looked up distractedly and said, "Shit."

I had my arm around Jacob and we could both feel the other immediately
tense up expecting Larry to make some kind of racial slur.

"I'm sorry, I'm glad to meet you Jacob. Any friend of Ed's is a friend of
mine. I've been trying to get this drawing right and I looked up and there
you were, the very picture of what I was trying to capture. Would you mind
standing there a few minutes so I could capture your likeness? Thanks.

Larry took a tablet and pencil and started drawing and in 5 minutes had
drawn an incredible likeness of Jacob.

"That's great," both Jacob and I said at once. "See Larry you've got me
doing it now."

"I'd love to draw you nude, if you don't mind and have the time."

"I don't have time today, but I am here on a 30 day leave from the 93rd
Infantry Division and I will be here another week and a half."

"Well I only have the rest of today and tomorrow and my 3 day pass is up."

"We'll work something out."

"Let's go in the house and meet Dean and Jerry."

We went in and I introduced the guys. They both reacted just like Larry. I
don't think any of them had ever met a Negro before but it didn't seem to
matter. We went in the bedroom and I closed the door.

"Is Dean your cook?"

I laughed. "No he just likes to cook. I picked up all 3 guys this weekend
so I could suck their dicks and invited them to stay until their passes
were up."

"They must not be from the south or a big city where everybody knows
"Niggers" use the back door, are always called "boy" no matter what their
age, always say "sir" or "mam and would never be invited to eat with the
white folks at the dining room table. I almost laughed when Dean asked if I
was staying for dinner."

"You are welcome to stay, but you are right your mamma would kill you if
you missed her Sunday dinner and I know she is going to insist that you go
to the 12:00 church service. As to the other stuff, prejudice has to be
taught."

We found ourselves touching and feeling each others bodies and we moved to
the bed and lay down. We kissed and cuddled and I could see the big bulge
in his jeans, but I didn't know how far to take this. I didn't want to
scare him away again. But this time he was a man and not a boy.

"You know," he said as he lay with his head on my chest, "it's bad enough
to be black and queer, but to also be attracted to white guys makes my life
a real misery. I've only had sex with 2 guys and you are the only one I
ever enjoyed having sex with. I know, I know, don't say it, I seduced
you. All you did was reciprocate and I used that to make you the whipping
boy for my dilemma. I love sucking your cock. Actually I think I would like
sucking white cock, in general, to sucking black cock. But how does a black
queer find white cock in a segregated country without getting himself
killed?"

He took my hand and moved it to the bulge in his jeans.

"I'm not made of glass. I won't break if you touch me sexually. I know you;
you are dying to suck my cock. If you don't use your mouth I am probably
going to cum anyway and you would hate not having sucked me off."

He undid his jeans and pushed them down to mid thigh and his cut 7.5 inch
cock, oozing pre-cum popped straight up

I reached down and took his shaft in my hand and stroked it.

"Wait," he said.

He got up, took off his pants and shoes, pulled me down to the middle of
the bed, straddled my chest and waved his cock in my face.

"I almost forgot that you love to be submissive. Of course, I think you are
really just lazy and want me to do all of the work."

I couldn't have answered him if I wanted too because he had his cock in my
mouth and was in the process of burying it deep in my throat. He worked it
all the way in and my lips were in his pubes. He leaned his torso over my
head, humped his hips and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, Ed, I had forgotten how wonderful it was to fuck your mouth. I
know you like me to be a little rough but I don't want the sensation to end
and if I go any faster I'm gonna cum. Oh that's so good. Oh, oh, oh, oh,
here I cum. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now swallow. I'm gonna fill you up
again. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Swallow. Push me away when you want me to stop
fucking your mouth."

Finally he pulled away, flopped beside me on the bed leaned over and kissed
me as his hand massaged my cock.

Eventually he broke the kiss, stopped trying to make me hard and said, "You
must have had quite a morning if you can't get it up, old man."

I laughed and said, "You wouldn't believe my morning. But having had
experience with you before I bet you will be ready to go again in 15
minutes. Youth conquers all."

"Damn, I would love to suck on a hard cock."

"I'll bet Dean or Jerry would love to get a blow job or to give you a blow
job. You want me to ask them?"

"You think they would have a problem having sex with a "Nigger?"

"Stop that shit. You're just a man and my friend, actually my lover. I
don't care about the rest of the world. Everybody here is gay and you said
you had the hots for white men. Now is your chance to meet some white guys
on neutral territory."

"Well OK."

I went to the door and called for the guys.

"You guys got a half an hour for a four way."

Dean said, "Give me 5 minutes," and Jerry said, "Sure, be right there."