Date: Thu, 8 May 2008 00:15:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: moviekid20@yahoo.com
Subject: Fun Work Day

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It was my typical day, going door to door selling magazine subscriptions
for a company I won't name. Anywho, I was just walking a long doing my
thang. Going door to door, going through my lines. I guess I should explain
myself to you. I'm a 22 year old white guy, living in a suburb of
Detroit. I'm about 6'0, both ears pierced, with very small silver hoops in
them, with a matching silver tongue ring. I have brown hair, which I keep
cut extremely short, and I have blue eyes. I also have a very very light
goatee. I weigh around 160, which I really have no body fat due to my job
and my sit-ups that I do in the morning. I try to keep myself in shape. So
anyway, I'm walking a long and wasn't making any sales...and was getting
kind of irritated. That was until I went to a big white house which was
fenced in by a waist-high picket fence. I rang the door bell, and this
really pretty woman answered the door. She looked like she could be Mariah
Carey's little sister...no joke! Anyway, I ran through my lines and after
she was clearly flirting with me, I suckered her into buying a 2-year
subscription. That really set me in a good mood. So I continued on the rest
of the block on a mission to sell these magazines. After a couple more
blocks of houses, and crossing a major road...I noticed that the houses
were beginning to look a little run-down. They didn't look bad or anything,
they just didn't look like the other houses up the road. So anyway, I kept
on going on my mission, now having sold 8 two year subscriptions, but none
within the last hour or so. So I knocked on the door at the first house
past the highway.
	"WHO IS IT?" yelled an angry sounding person.
	"Rick, with *company I work for*"
	I heard the lock on the door click a couple times then the door
swung open. A big black woman who was probably in her late 40's stood
standing there looking un-impressed.
	"How may I help you Mr...What did you say yo name was?" she said.
	"Rick...with...********"
	"That's right Rick" she said sounding like she remembered me from a
long time ago. "What can I help you with young man?"
	"Well, you see I'm selling magazine subscriptions and I have..."
	"Oh baby!" she interrupted in her slight southern drawl. "You mean
to tell me that you're a working man, and that you're actually AT WORK
right now doing your JOB and making a LIVING for yourself?" She asked,
emphasizing her words with a hint of what seemed to be irritation.
	"Uhhhhh...yeah..." I replied.
	She looked me up and down for a short moment before turning her
body to face inside the house and yelled, "YOU HEAR THAT ZEEK???....THERES
A REAL PERSON AT THE DOOR RIGHT NOW WITH A JOOOOB...AND IT SEEMS TO ME THAT
HIS MOMMA MUSTA DID SOMETHIN RIGHT CAUSE HE'S WALKING DOOR TO DOOR MAKIN
HIS PAPER!" She turned back around to face me once again.
	"I'm sorry for yellin sweety, it's just that I seem to have this no
good son who thinks that he can LIVE HERE FOR FREE AND NOT GET A JOB," she
said as she turned to face back inside the house, then back at me again.
	"I'm sorry to hear that," I said trying not to laugh at the comedic
situation I found myself in.
	Suddenly she whipped back around, "SEE THAT ZEEK...HE SAID HE FEELS
SORRY FOR YOU."
	"That's not what I meant," I said.
	"Well what did you mean? You think it's OOOOKKKAAAAYYY for my no
good son to stay here with me supporting him and paying for his food
and..."
	"MOMMA...LEAVE THAT KID ALONE," I heard someone yell from inside
the house.
	Suddenly, she reached her hand to the side of the door and slammed
it shut. I stood there for a hot second...smiled to myself at the
situation, and turned to leave. The door swung back open, and I turned to
look. If it was raining outside at the very moment I saw him, I would've
only seen sunshine. Everything from the perfectly braided cornrows, to his
sexy thuggish swagger was like the sun shining down warm glowing rays of
sun into my heart...I really did feel that cheesy about it too. Haha! I
couldn't believe the man standing on the other side of the screen door, but
before I had a chance to really take in his...beauty...
	"I'm sorry about that dawg. That's my momma, she's just trippin on
me."
	"It's alright," I said not really knowing what else to say.
	He opened the screen door and stepped outside. I instantly noticed
that he had a blunt tucked behind his ear, but I didn't think he knew it
was there.
	"So you sell magazine subscriptions?" he asked, while his eyes gave
me the once over.
	"Yeah, it's not as bad as it seems. The pay is pretty good, and I
get free magazines," I replied.
	"That's cool...how do you get into something like that?" he asked.
	"Well, if you want a job, I could train you right now if you
wanted." I said nonchalantly...with butterflies (hehe)
	"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I am trying to get into something...I
just don't know what...do you got a break coming up soon, where we can talk
about the job?" he smiled.
	"With this job, you can take a break whenever you want, but the
more work you do the more money you make." I replied, smiling back.
	"Well follow me," he said. He walked around the side of the house,
and up the driveway to the garage.
	"My name is Jerome...but my Momma calls me Zeek."
	"I'm Rick...and my momma calls me Rick" I laughed. He laughed too.
       He lifted the big door, revealing what looked like a chill-spot.
Instead of the broke-down car you sometimes see sitting in a garage, or the
mass of boxes full of crap that will never be used again...there were some
old couches, a tv, and an older looking computer set up. Once inside, he
pulled the door down half-way, and plopped down on the couch.
	"So you smoke?" I asked.
	"Smoke what?"
	"Uh...you know...that greenery?"
	"What you think just cause I'm black I get high?" he said with a
hint of seriousness.
	"No, not at all...I just figured with a fat ass blunt tucked behind
your ear that you were planning on smoking it at some point."
	He reached up and pulled it out of his ear, looked at it and put it
in his mouth. "Yeah I smoke," he smiled again. "Do you?"
	"Usually when I get off work, but I guess I can be done for the
day," I said.
	He smiled again and lit the blunt hanging out of his mouth. Took a
couple hits and passed it to me.
	"So what's the job like?" he asked, which led into us talking about
that for about 45 minutes, and I don't really wanna re-explain it right
now, so I'll move on with the story.

	In the midst of us talking and smoking, he would lick his lips,
look at me with that sexy heavy eye-lidded intoxicated look, and ask a
question about the job. After we were good and high I began talking his ear
off about all the benefits of selling magazines, he interrupted me and
asked, "Is you're girl cool with you selling mag subscriptions?"
	"I don't have a girl" I replied with a quickness.
	"No girl? I know if I was walking around all day dealing with
people like my momma, I'd wanna come home and get some head or something."
He said smiling that sexy pearl white smile of his.
	My dick twitched at the thought of him getting head from someone.
"Naw, I don't have one...and to be honest with you I don't really want
one... they bring me too much drama." I replied.
	"Yeah they do do that to a man." He said thoughtfully. "But who do
you get head from?" he asked looking curious.
	"Shiiiit...from who ever I can really." I replied.
	"Oh yeah?" he said. "Me too."
	"So no girl for you either?" I asked.
	"Yeah I got a girl, but I still get head from who ever I can...
really..." he replied with a funny look on his face.
	"Did you want some head right now?" I asked. This is the point
where the ho in me comes out and spreads it's little ho-wings and goes for
the ho-gold.
	He didn't say anything, he just sat there looking at me. He stared
into my eyes for a minute like he was searching for what to do next. All of
a sudden he reached down, and unzipped his jeans and pulled a very thick
very long black man-dick out. Complete with veins running the entire length
at it's full hardness.
	"Yeah, I could use some dome right about now." He finally replied.
	My mind was gone. I was high as hell, staring at a very big very
hard very hot sexy black mans penis, and he told me basically that he
wanted me to suck it. So my little ho-wings picked me up and fluttered me
over in front of him on my knees and I dove right it. Well I didn't dive...
	I started by putting my hands on his knees. He just sat there
watching me...still smiling that smile of his.
	"Gone ahead and get that dick Ricky" he taunted.
	I grasped it in my hand and felt it. The hardness was inside my
fist and it felt hot. I could feel the texture that the veins added to it,
and couldn't help but instantly wonder what sensations this would bring me
if only it were fucking me. I'd have to wait for that, so I moved on. I
leaned in and flicked my tongue around the un-cut head. Tasting and using
my tongue to bring him pleasure. I lightly licked all the sensitive spots
that I knew were sensitive to me, and apparently they were to him too.
	"Yeeeeaaaahhhh...give me some good head boy" something about the
way he said boy was sooooo sexy. It was more like a bow-eye sound. It had a
bounce to it...bow-eye (boy). I peeled the foreskin back and revealed the
nicely colored brown head. I wrapped my lips around it and slid my tongue
all around it.
	"WOOO shit..." He said as he unbent his knees and sat lazily on the
couch. I grabbed his waist band and pulled his jeans down a little further,
revealing his nice tight nut-sack. I leaned down and sucked one of his
testicles lightly in my mouth, then began swirling my tongue around it. I
repeated this to the other one. Then I licked my way back up the underside
of his dick, lightly nibbling the line of skin that ran the length of his
shaft.
	"Did you go to dick sucking school?" he joked.
	I didn't say anything I just kept up my oral skills. I finally
opened my mouth and let his dick go in as far as it could without touching
the inside of my mouth (which was hard, being as he was real thick) then I
stuck my tongue out as far as I could and closed my mouth with a sucking
motion around the whole shaft. From there, I began moving slowly up and
down, letting my tongue slide back and forth as much as his size would
allow me to. I felt his hand grasp the back of my head and start pushing me
down with each bob of my head.
	"Awww shit, that's nice." He groaned. "Mmmmmmm"
	I could feel his dick getting harder and harder, like he was
flexing his dick, but making it stay flexed.
	"You HAVE to let me nut in your mouth...if you ain't down you
better let me know right now."
	Again, I didn't say anything I just kept sucking and slurping as
much as I could. He kept his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down
further and further with each thrust. I could feel the underside of his
dick begin to pulsate, and as soon as I did he pushed my head all the way
down. I could feel his dick slide into my throat, cutting off my air
circulation. My gag reflex wanted to kick in, but my mind was somewhere
else, and it didn't happen. His dick convulsed in my throat and I could
feel his warm cum sliding down my throat. My cock was so hard I felt like
it would never cum again if I didn't cum right now. I reached down and
grabbed it through my jeans and squeezed it a couple times. That was all it
took and I was cumming in my boxers.
	"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT" he said as he began fucking my throat
with the last few squirts of his dick. He moved his hand off my head and I
came up just enough to savor the taste of one last squirt of jizz from his
cock.
	"Dawg you don't even know how good you can give head." He said.  I
swallowed the last little bit that was still on my tongue before saying,
"Thanks...you don't know how good you are at getting head." I replied.
	He laughed and sat back and closed his eyes for a minute and I just
sat down on the couch about a foot away from him.
	"So were you for real about getting me a job, or were you just
trying to suck my dick?" he asked.
	"I was serious about the job, but if I can give you head too than
you're hired."
	"When do I start?"

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