Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2014 12:00:33 -0700
From: jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Subject: Derek's Black Adventure

"Derek's Black Adventure"

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It was almost noon when Derek walked into the park and plunked himself down
on the grass opposite a large oak tree.

"You looking at something buddy?

"No, just looking?"  He said

"Faggot" the man replied.

Derek couldn't help but stare at how stacked and striking this man appeared
to be. He was sitting under an oak tree in the town park. His legs were
spread and it seemed like he was advertising the massive bulge between his
legs. He appeared to be somewhere in his forties and was black.  Beautiful
and black like a great stallion roaming the western plains.

He stood up, looked at Derek, and headed for the men's rest room. Derek
thought by going to the men's room, it was an invitation to follow. He had
a great deal of cruising experience and that was the way things usually
worked. The rest room was empty at the time.  Derek wasn't sure if this was
a good thing or a bad thing, but he went in anyway. Of course, you know he
would.

Derek walked over to talk to him, hoping to be friendly. The faggot remark,
made earlier didn't bother him what so ever.

He started to speak, when the man pushed him into the closest bathroom
stall. Never saying a word, he dry fucked him against the wall, pushing and
grinding his hard bulge into his bubble butt.  Only Derek wanted flesh to
flesh and not a dry hump. He was hungry for cock as well, which was nothing
new for him.

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Let me tell you what happened later. I am Derek, I am white, and this was
my adventure with black men.

Now, I spend most of my spare time trolling for cock.  I'm a bit
embarrassed to admit that, but it's true. I am a first class gay slut.

The stranger cupped his hand over my mouth, to muffle my whorish begging
for him to drop his pants. I thought, `what the hell' I have him touching
me, so maybe I can get some of that black man meat.

With his lips to my ear he whispered wicked, nasty things to me.  He said,
he wanted me to nibble on his ass hole and lick the smell away with my
tongue. He said some other stuff too, which I will tell you about later.

"I think you're a dirty gay boy.  I am looking for a dirty and hungry white
faggot who will eat my ass."

"Well, you found one." I assured him.

To get cock, I was willing to be called most anything. A dirty white faggot
boy was fine with me. I just shook my head and agreed.  It simply didn't
matter.

I was hardly a boy however. I was 27 sexy, but looked younger.  I have been
cock cruising since I was seventeen. I have a pretty good bod and my butt
is my best body part. Actually, I am pretty fuckable looking and people,
especially men, seem to notice.  My pastime is wearing tight beat up faded
jeans that make me look hot.  I check out the parks, streets, and several
men's rooms.  I would be the first to admit that finding `cock' never
leaves my agenda.

Except for being a gay slut, I'm not exactly street trash. I have a good
job, my own apartment and all the nice things that go with it. This is the
decent side of my life. Today however, I am being the real me, trolling for
cock.

"Do you want to fuck me?"  I asked

"Damn straight," he said.  "I want to fuck that booty side to side, and
then faster until I jet inside you. But first he wanted to spank me because
I was such a slut for letting him fondle me, when I didn't even know his
name.

"So, tell me your name?"  I said "and we can skip the spanking."

"You don't need to know that." He replied.

I didn't give a damn what his name was. I wanted his long black cock. I
wanted it either inside my mouth or inside my butt.  I was more than a
dirty little boy.  I was a hungry queer who didn't know when to quit
cruising for more cock. Especially black cock and this black bro was way
more than pleasing.  He blew my mind and he knew it.

My cock was hard as calcium and I tried to stroke it, to get some relief,
but he grabbed my wrist and held it to my side.  I felt his other hand move
down my back and into my underwear.

"Hanging low faggot, that's a good junk hole" He mumbled as he slid his
finger along the crack of my ass.  "I want to tear this up," He said to me,
rubbing his finger towards my hole.

He began to stroke my cock, through my underwear, with a firm grip.  I
purred with anticipation.  I liked the control he had over me. I liked the
thought of maybe getting raped by this impressive black man.  The more I
came in contact with his flesh, the weaker I became.

"Are you game?"  He asked me.

"For what?" I replied

"Are you up for some slow hot dirty sex?  I won't hurt you.  I want your
white trash pussy for my big black cock.  I'm saying today now. I've got a
nasty load jamming my nuts that I want to dump in your dirty hole.

Here's what I'm saying...

"I won't hurt you. Come with me to my mother's place. It's cool.  She's
away visiting her sister in Atlanta.

I'll be damn straight with you faggot. I got three horny nigga bros who
will tear that ass up and cover you in sweat, juice and cum. That is, if
you are willing. I suspect that you want more black cock besides me, for
your nourishment.  Here's your chance whore, to feed you fine and mellow
like.

To be honest, I was frightened as hell, yet my lustful soul wanted to go
with him. Still, I remember learning years ago, to never go out for group
sex with men that you know nothing about.  I've always lived by that advice
and did just fine. But now, this seemed different. I'm sure there was
nothing different about it. I was just trashy and wanted all this cock, so
I had to think about it. I didn't answer right away. I just stood there and
was quiet.

"No" I finally said. It sounds great, but I don't think so."

"Okay – that's cool. I get it." He answered.  "I know you would be all
right, but you don't know that – so yeah, I get it." – That's
cool. "You ain't getting robbed or stabbed, you know – just fucked."

"I don't have anything to rob anyway." I told him.

"There you go. See, nobody wants to hurt your fat ass – we only want to
fuck it."

"No, I don't know who you guys are, so it's not a good idea."

"That's cool." Forget it.

"Okay."

"Yeah okay" - He let go of me and headed for the door to leave.

"You want to go for a coffee or something?"  I yelled after him.

"What the fuck do you think this is?  The Walton's or the Partridge
family. - NO, fuck the coffee." And he left.

I straightened myself up a bit, washed my hands and went outside. He had
returned to the oak tree and was leaning against it.

"See yah," I said, as I passed by him.

"Hold it bro" - he answered back,"

"What?

"Jon boy over here, will take that coffee, if the offer is still good." He
said, breaking into a fine-looking smile. "Or a beer at the joint on the
corner,"

"Beer – that's better, let's grab a beer."  I said to him.

The joint on the corner was a crappy saloon filled with mostly drunks,
black hustlers and white trash. There was sawdust on the floor and it
smelled of stale cigarette and cigar smoke.

After a few minutes of sipping beer straight from the bottle, he said to
me.  "Give me about 5 minute, and then come into the men's room. – okay"

"Sure, okay" I told him.

The minutes seemed to fly by. I went into the men's room and he was in the
back stall masturbating. He was pumping away on a delicious piece of black
meat, moist, wet and slippery at the tip and about ready to climax.

"Get over here"

I obeyed and he pushed me to my knees, squeezed my lips apart, and put his
cock into my mouth.

I felt a splash of warmth as his orgasm hit my tongue.  His cum was thick
like chicken gravy with a pungent earthy taste of white cream coming from
large black balls.  It flowed like nectar and was on the syrupy side. His
cock kept throbbing and then relaxed enough to removed it from my mouth. He
was far more delicious than I ever suspected.

"Swallow every bit, and then open to show me that it's all gone."  – So
I did.

I stood up on my shaky legs and in a low whisper said "My name is Derek,
what's yours?"
 He never answered me.

Back at the bar, he said to me. "My name is James."  I wanted to give you a
sample of what you would be missing by running away from me. "Did you like
swallowing my nut?"  "I have more you know, and I can get you more, if you
want it – lots more."

"It was the nut gravy that I was hoping for. I could swallow more.  Sure, I
think you already know that." I said to him.

"Like I'm telling you, I have more and I can get you more, if you want it.
Lots more."  "I know a hungry queer when I see one. I bet you could take
lots of loads.  You just gotta be there to get the dick.

But this one here in the john was too quick mighty fast. - I need you to
suck my big black nuts and eat my black ass. I want to fill your stomach
with some warm nigga baby sauce.  Hey, motherfucker, I'm in my forties and
I need to be serviced. What can I say?" "You're a faggot so cooperate."

My cock was raging hard just listening to him talk. I took James's hand and
placed it on my crotch. "That's how good you sound to me." I told him. I
was beginning to leak. I was almost ready to do anything, as long as he
wasn't violent.

"Derek, come back with me and you can have it all. Only you gotta take care
of my 3 nigga bros too. I know you are just the faggot who can take them.
I promised them a healthy faggot who could fuck. They want a queer.

The black women bitches, that the bros have been messing with, are worn out
and sloppy.  They stink too. We want a booty butt faggot who will do us
better.

"And they sent you to the park to find a willing bubble butt faggot, huh?"

"Yup–you – I found you."  I know a pretty slut when I see one. You're
a player dude. I dig that. We won't let you down.  I promise, you will be
safe and nothing bad will happen."

"Are they all healthy?"

"Fuck sure, they are and we'll use condoms.  Here Derek, I'll tell you what
I am going to do. Here's my phone. This is my cell number. Call a friend
and say you will be at this number for a while.  Hell, I'll even give you
the address.  Then you won't be uneasy.

"James, I will do it." –"Fuck yeah, I'll do it."

"Can you handle four of us, queer boy?"

"Yup" "I don't get tired."

"I'm parked on the side street. It's the older white Monte Carlo. Meet me
there."

"Okay"

James was waiting and had already started the engine, when Derek slid in
beside him.

Derek was quivering with anticipation. He liked being used and he knew that
James would humiliate and probably fuck him a couple of times before the
day was over.

For the next several hours, he would be a willing slave to four black men
who would use his body solely for their pleasure.  He expected name
calling, dirty sex stretched to the limits, and even some pain. The more he
thought about it the hotter he became greedy for black cum.

The Monte Carlo pulled into the driveway of a small ranch style house near
the end of the street.

Okay Derek, my little cracker whore, let's put you to work," James said
getting out of the car.

They were about to find out just how good a cracker whore, Derek would
be...

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Part 2 – Derek gets spread out and used. Does he handle it well?
To be continued...

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