Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2016 18:50:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jack of Spades Part 9

Jack of Spades (part 9)

An eager sucker wants to tell the world yet still remain closeted –
discovering the answer plunges the sucker into a whole new world!  I hope
you enjoy this work of fiction.

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On Friday morning I checked my email and found that Towanda had answered my
email regarding how to tell my mother that I was a jack.  She told me to
come see her tonight at 8:30 and Tyrone would help me through that.

I recalled that Frank, the guy I had blown on Saturday outside the
restaurant had invited me to blow his poker buddies tonight at 7.  I called
to confirm and to make sure I could be done in time to see Tyrone at 8:30.
He told me I could come at 6:30 and he would have his friends there early.

Ike called me and wanted me to ride with him tonight but I had to decline,
but did agree to ride with him on Saturday.  He said he would try to
arrange something special for then.

It had been over ten years that I had been a cocksucker, and for most of
that time I gave occasional blowjobs – perhaps 3-5 a week, but now it
was becoming a major part of my life.  I hoped that I could keep things in
perspective, but I really loved all the cock I was enjoying!

That evening I arrived at Franks place at 6:30 and was greeted by one of
his friends, who said, "Oh, you must be the cocksucker!"

I know it was not meant as a compliment, but I liked the way it sounded.  I
came in and Frank handed me a beer and we went into the living room, where
his four other friends were seated in front of the TV.  They were watching
porn of a white guy sucking off a group of black guys – right on topic
for tonight.

One of the guys commented, "That's what white guys are supposed to do –
suck the cocks of REAL men."  He turned to me and said, "What do you
think?"

I replied, "I'm a white guy with a little dick – the only way I'll ever
have a big dick is if someone gives me one – how about you guys?"

The laughed and stood up, unzipping.  With five BBCs pointing at me I knew
that it was the start of an exciting evening.  I began sucking the first
and when I thought he was getting ready to cum he pulled out and said, "Not
so fast – I want this to last."

The next guy popped his cock into my mouth and I began to suck.  Like the
first guy, he pulled out early.  It was clear that this was going to take
awhile.  The next two guys tried to do the same, but they simply couldn't
hold out, and spilled their loads in my mouth.  Frank was last, and as he
entered my mouth he motioned the first two guys to approach, and I took
each of their cocks in my hands, stroking them to full erections.

Just when I thought Frank was going to cum he said, "Next!" and pulled out.
One of the other guys took his place and I stroked Frank with my free hand.

This three way arrangement continued for 45 minutes and I was growing
tired, when the guys began to cum.  They each in turn fed me their hot
loads, which I eagerly swallowed.  After swallowing the last load Frank
thanked me and said they would start their poker game and said he would
like me to come back another time.  I agreed and left.

It was only 7:30, so I had some time to kill.  I walked down to the
convenience store where Marsha greeted me saying, "I'm glad to see you
remembered your clothes this time."

"Is Tom here?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes," said Marsha, "he's in the stock room."

I went back to the stock room and Tom was glad to see me.  He took me
behind a shelf unit and offered me his cock.  I sucked him for a few
minutes before long he was pumping his cum into my mouth.

I left the stock room and went to see Marsha.  "Have you talked with your
father about the basketball team?" I asked.

"Yes, and he wants to meet you," she said, "Can you be here around noon on
Sunday?"

"Sure," I said, "I'll be here."

"I told you that he makes me blow him," she said.

"Yes, and you don't like that," I recalled.

"I hate it, but I told him that you seemed to like it and everyone says you
do really good work."

"He said that white boys give the very best blowjobs," she said, "and I
would really appreciate it if he used you instead of me."

"I'd be glad to take over for you," I said, "but how do I get him to
switch?"

"Just do your usual good work," Marsha replied, "but then tell him you wish
you could blow him every day – if you do him every day, he won't be
making me do it."

"I'll see if I can convince him," I said.

I left and walked to Towanda's.  After ringing the bell I was admitted and
was led to Towanda.  She told me to undress and hand her my cell phone.
Once naked she led me into another room where Tyrone was sitting on a couch
naked and drinking a beer.  Upon my entry he stood up approached me.  I
dropped to my knees and sucked him to erection.  He didn't ask me to do it,
but it seemed the right thing to do, so I continued to suck him, expecting
to taste his cum soon.

However, he stopped me and Towanda rolled a magnum condom onto his hard
cock.  Towanda guided me to the end of the couch and bent me over it,
positioning me for a fucking.  Towanda applied some lube to my ass and
Tyrone pressed his cock into me. He slowly slipped in all the way and then
began stroking in and out.  I was getting aroused by this and thoughts of
my mother faded in the pleasure.

This was broken when Tyrone said, "Call your mother and tell her you are
with me and what's happening.

Towanda handed me my cell phone.  I really didn't want to make the call but
knew that I must.  My mother answered and I said, "I'm with Tyrone now."

"Tyrone?" she returned, "what are you doing with Tyrone?"

"He's fucking me," I said, with a little fear.

"We'll discuss it when you get home," was all she said before hanging up.

That didn't sound good – I was really fucked now!

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To be continued ...

While this is a work of fiction, the meaning of the Jack of Spades is
real. I will be glad to send you information on this as requested.  Feel
free to contact me with your comments or requests.

–Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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