Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 08:29:44 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: black sub2 -pt1

Randy Richards is a 39 y/o dominate whtmale looking for a live-in
submissive botm slave to worship his strong insatiable 9" cock. Jeffery
Rollins is a 19 y/o blkmale from the hood who was curious about his
sexuality, but had never been with a man before.
This is their story...

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Black-Sub II -pt1

It's been over 2 long months since Jeffery's indulging weekend into
male/male sexual ecstasy with Randy Richards. He took the experience back
to his regular life as a straight heterosexual. But even as he tried to
go on with life as usual, he was no longer the same man he was before the
encounter. His view of the world had changed since that weekend. He no
longer saw men as just buddies, he saw them as potential fuck mates, as
swinging dicks looking for a warm hole to penetrate. He refrained from
allowing himself to indulge, afraid that word would get around his
neighborhood and ruin his image forever. He went back to his girlfriend
-Chantel, taking the memory of his recent fucks with him. He often
thought of that wicked weekend at Rusty's as he fucked his girlfriend's
pussy, dropping a thick load in her snatch as he recalled how Randy and
the other bikers dumped in his. He could still feel the hot juices
squirting in his bowels. Still feel the slick wetness left behind once
the cocks were removed. Feel the emptiness inside him as his enlarged
asshole once again yearned to be filled.

Chantel could tell that something was wrong with her boyfriend, he hadn't
been the same since that weekend he claimed to be hanging out with his
friends. She was reluctant to accept his strange sounding story, that
he'd been "kidnapped" by buddies and taken out of town for an unplanned,
unscheduled fun filled weekend. But in all the time they'd been together,
he'd never given her reason to doubt his loyalty, so she took him at his
word.
Meanwhile Jeffery found himself constantly day dreaming about his
experience. He found himself staring at men's crotches, wonder how they
measured up in their boxer briefs. A few times he got caught watching as
he subconsciously licked his lips. Unaware of his actions until he
realized he was noticed. Then he'd blushed and move away quickly before
anyone could say anything to him. Even in public restrooms like at the
movies and malls, he'd found himself stealing sideway glances at other
men taking leaks at the urinals. Sometimes his cock would get hard just
looking at the soft low hanging fruits. He'd feel his asshole pucker at
the thought of them going straight up his asshole, stretching his poor
anus out of shape. He often finger fucked himself while he masturbated,
thinking about the hot gangbang he received at Rusty's Biker Bar. He
never knew an asshole could stretch so wide, or be filled to over flow by
so much cum. Randy had spent their last day together power fucking the
teen with every inch of his massive tool. He given Jeffery 2 full loads
that night in his bubble butt. Jeffery would never look at vanilla
pudding the same again. Everytime he looked at the tasty dessert, he'd
think of Randy's juice slowly dribbling down his throat or out of his
ass.

Jeffery often looked at his fellow black males, wondering if the sex
would be the same with them. He knew how it felt to get fucked by another
man besides Randy, thanks to the stranger (SubMaster) Randy had allowed
to fuck him anonymously while he was tied up in his basement. But Jeff
didn't know he was there until the act was over and done with. He
wondered if the same feeling of dominance would be present if he allowed
himself to be taken by a "brotha", or was what Randy possessed over him
solely engineered by Randy himself?
Jeffery would look at the brothas in his neighborhood and wonder what sex
would be like with one of them. The guys he hung out with at the clubs
and on the street corners talking shyt, would shit bricks if they knew
what he was really thinking about them. They would probably kick his ass
if he told them what he allowed to happen to him during that wild weekend
he was "away". It would be considered bad enough to have let himself get
butt fucked, but to be butt fucked by a white boy and his friends, would
most assuredly get him a physical beat-down by some of the boiz in his
hood. Not to mention what his biological brothers and his father would do
when they found out. Jeffery decided to keep these thoughts to himself,
even as he stared at every crotch that passed him by on the street. He
was amazed how one innocent weekend of lust had turned him into a flaming
faggot. He couldn't get his mind off of dick, and he feared that someone
somewhere would eventually read his mind and find out his horrible
secret.

Meanwhile Randy often thought of his one time weekend with Jeffery. He
enjoyed meeting the slave, having never fucked a black kid before. He
really liked fucking his big delicious bubble butt, and feeling those
thick slick nigger lips sliding up and down his ivory white shaft. He
loved cumming between those sweet soft lips, and leaving a hot load deep
in that brown buttock. He gave Jeffery his private phone number (not the
bullshit computer number he usually gave his encounters when he didn't
want to be bothered by them again) with the instructions to call him when
and if he decided to take Randy up on his offer to become his
"house-boy". Randy wasn't sure if he'd see Jeffery again, and wanted to
kick himself more than once for not securing the kid's telephone number
for himself. He knew Jeffery's mind was a twisted glop of emotions when
he left him, having just experienced a crash course 101 in his very first
homosexual acts. He wanted to give Jeffery time to cope with his new
reality, and then have him call him back once he realized what he really
wanted. But Randy had grown impatient waiting. He wished he had not
deleted the boy's emails after they met. He'd allowed himself to grow
cocky, thinking he had Jeffery twisted around his little finger. He had
no doubt in his mind that the boy would be calling within the first or
second week. Now it was the end of the second month, and he found himself
jacking off to the video he made of him and Jeffery fucking in the
basement. He blasted a thick load of creamy white cum all over his free
hand as he watched himself (and SubMaster) fuck Jeffery's upturned booty
over and over again. Then he licked the sauce off his fingers as he
watched himself eat Jeffery's ass on screen. It was one of the hottest
scenes he'd ever saw, and his dick never tired reacting to it.

Only once during those months did Randy actively participate in sex
beyond his experience with Jeffery. SubMaster had invited Randy over to
his place to fuck one of his regulars, as a gesture for allowing him to
fuck Jeffery. Randy and SubMaster took turns fucking the submissive white
slave in both his eager to be filled holes. They pumped the middle aged
accountant with enough cock and cum to wear out any Times Square whore
this side of NY, but even as Randy walked away with four of his precious
loads dripping from the unconscious slave's various holes, he felt
strangely unsatisfied. The accountant was good at accepting large dicks
in his tiny petite body, but Randy missed seeing the color contrast of
his big red purple cock slamming in and out of the all brown ass. He
missed watching the ass cheeks jump and jiggle as his hips slammed into
them, causing a rippling shock wave to dance through them like ripples in
a pond. He missed gripping the plush round globes in his palms, pulling
them apart as he fucked Jeffery hard and deep. He loved feeling the teen
male groan and squirm underneath him as he rode his back. He liked the
power he exuded over the boy, fucking him when he felt like it, and
parting with his copious loads only when he decided to feed or fill him
with it. Jeffery had no say in what happened to him, he simply took Randy
commands as he would the gospel. He took his cock, his cum, his piss, his
spit, and whatever else the man decided to insert into him. And LIKED IT.

It was an agonizing 2 months for both men as they tried to go on with
lives as usual. Many nights they both lay in their own beds
prospectively, thinking of eachother. On more than one occasion they both
fell asleep after shooting loads simultaneously as they recalled
everything that happened that weekend. Like Randy, Jeffery too had grown
to eating his own cum. He no longer kept a "cum rag" by the bed to clean
up his little messes at night, he now ate the evidence of his lust,
loving the warm flavor more and more. It often angered him that in one
weekend he grew to love the taste of cum, while his so-called girlfriend
still would not allow him to nutt in her mouth. She would pull off his
dick just before he popped, causing him to waste his seed all over his
belly. Jeffery would look down at the spilled sauce, and want to eat it
up himself. Sometimes he'd go into the bathroom under the pretense of
washing up, and would eat his own juice before his girl could realize
what his true task was. The taste of fresh cum on his tastebuds always
got his cock rock hard, and once or twice he jacked off in the bathroom
remembering the first time he ate Randy's hot gush.

They were heading into their 3rd month since they last saw eachother,
when Randy suddenly got the phone call he'd been waiting for.

"Hello?" he said into the receiver, while jogging around his neighborhood
with his two dogs.

"Hey. It's me, -Jeffery."

"Jeffery...?" said Randy stopping in mid-stride, his cock growing
instantly hard. "I was hoping to hear from you, dude. How'r you?"

"I'm good." answered Jeffery in a low voice, as if he were hiding from
someone.

"Are you okay?" asked Randy, concerned.

"Yeah. I'm good..." said Jeffery, reluctantly.
Randy was about a mile from his house. He only wore a thin pair of
jogging shorts and a white wife's beater tank top t-shirt and running
shoes. His thick 9 inch cock was tenting out the front of the shorts like
a giant circus top tent. He looked around, conscious that his erection
would be obvious to anyone who looked his way. He had nothing to cover it
from view. Just the sound of Jeffery's sexy voice had his cock standing
on end. It wanted desperately to revisit the deep depths of Jeffery's
murky hole. Randy had to fight the temptation to run into a nearby bush
and jack off. He knew to do so would only result in making a bigger
spectacle then merely showing a hardon could.

"Good. Glad to hear that. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" he
asked, impatiently.

"I..." started Jeffery, losing his voice as Randy tried to be patient and
wait for a response. "I... was wondering if... you wanted to get together
again...?"
Randy smiled, feeling the pre-cum seep from his cock slit.

"You know I do." he said, almost too eagerly. "But you remember what I
told you before you left, right?" he asked, receiving a moment of silence
over the phone. "Are you ready to leave your current life behind, and
come be my house-boy -full time?"

Jeffery swallowed hard.
"I...was just hoping to...meet up, again." confessed Jeff.

"No." said Randy, hating to have to refuse the object of his desire. "I
told you what the deal was before you left."

"I know...but...I'm not ready to go that far yet. Can't we just meet some
more...?" whined Jeff, pleading.

"No." came his answer. "My computer request was for a "slave", not a
"hookup". I broke my rule even seeing someone who was inexperienced. I
was looking for a house-boy that knew his place, that knew his position
and wanted a dominate top to KEEP him. If you not ready for that, then
find yurself another guy." he said, before hanging up abruptly.

Jeffery heard the harshness in Randy's voice just before he got dial
tone. He knew Randy had lost patients with him, and was probably mad that
he had wasted his time training him when he could have been taking the
time to look for a true slave that wanted nothing more then to swing on
the humpy white top's dick day and night. Jeffery felt bad that he had
pissed off his would-be master so, but knew he wasn't ready to make the
kind of commitment Randy was asking for. He didn't think he could leave
his life behind so easily. To leave his family, his job, his friends, and
his girlfriend... What would he say to them? How could he explain his
absence? Where would he tell them he went? There was no way his "peeps"
would let him just simply disappear off the face of the earth without
making him give a phone number, an address, and a name of where he could
be reached.

Randy stood silent for a while, wondering if he did the right thing by
hanging up on the confused boy. He knew he was pushing Jeffery beyond his
limits, that he was forcing him to make decisions that other men take
years to arrive at. But Randy knew Jeff's true nature, even if the boy
didn't. He knew Jeff would eventually turn to the life he was trying to
make him choose, but Randy couldn't afford the luxury of waiting for
Jeffery to arrive at that decision on his own at his own time. Randy
wanted a lover NOW, not in 10 to 20 years when Jeffery would finally come
around to realizing his place in the world is by another man's side. He
really wanted to try to make it work with the handsome homeboy from the
hood, but he wasn't willing to share him with his girlfriend and family.
He wanted him at home, in bed, where he could get at him whenever he
wanted. He didn't want to have to call his boy at his parent's house, or
wait for him to come home from a date with his girlfriend before Randy
could get his dick up in his slave's boy-pussy.
Once he felt his cock shrink back into it's dormant state, he resumed his
jog, followed by his 2 happy dogs as they headed for home.

It was around midnight a few days later when Jeffery found himself
stopping his dad's car at an all night x-rated bookstore in an out of the
way part of town. Like most men, he'd been in them before while searching
for pornographic material to enjoy. He had ducked into a video booth when
he thought no one was looking, plopped a few quarters in the slot, and
jacked off to women getting fucked by big dicked men. He never took the
time to realize that his main focus had always been more on the men, then
the women. He never took into account that he came while watching those
dicks work back and forth, instead of actually watching the pussy they
came out of. He got a bigger thrill from watching the men fuck the
females, then he did seeing the females get fucked. Now however, he was
much more focused. He knew what he secret desires were, even if he wasn't
ready to embrace them.

NOW Jeffery purchased a row of quarters from the clerk attendant, then
headed towards the back of the store where he knew the peep show booths
were located. He roamed around from booth to booth, looking at he video
covers of the movies that most excited him. He had made sure to pick a
location that no one he knew -knew of. He wanted to be sure he didn't run
into any of his friends in the process. Most of the cliental were older
white men, so Jeffery wasn't too worried about keeping his identity
secret. He selected a booth, locked the door, then inserted his change
and selected a movie. His dick was already head as he clicked threw the
choices to find the video of his liking. He found it when he saw porn
star Sean Michaels sinking his amazing 14 inch long black penis ball deep
into some poor white trash whore's unsuspecting pink pussy. The girl
screamed and hollered as the man rammed himself all the way in, and
instantly began pulverizing her cunt with long frightful thrusts that
were sure to ruin any future chances she may have had at child barring.

Jeffery pulled out his cock and started masturbating, recalling the
stuffed feeling he got when Randy fucked him, and wondering if it was the
same feeling the girl was feeling. It thrilled him to know what the girl
was possibly going through. To be able to relate to her experience as she
surrendered her most prized possession over to the black fuck master.
Jeffery watched mesmerized for several minutes until he suddenly noticed
movement behind a small round hole in the wall that separated the
adjoining booth. He tried to ignore it at first, but curiosity had
finally gotten the better of him, and he knelt down to peep through. He
saw the hands and exposed crotch of a white male stroking his average
sized 6 inch cock. Jeff's first thought was to give the man his privacy,
but he found it hard to resist looking. He watched as the man's hand
stroked up and down the ivory like shaft, milking the cock as one would
the tit of a goat. He licked his soft full lips as he recalled the feel
and taste of Randy's prong in his mouth. But erased the memory, trying to
forget the humpy white man that hung up on him and refused to see him
again. He refocused his eyes on the cock before him, and was startled to
see the cock moving towards him through the hole. Jeffery nearly panicked
as the entire length of the white cock appeared on his side of the wall.
He stared at it for a few seconds, wondering what he was expected to do
with it. Instinct kicked in, and Jeffery reached up and began to stroke
it. The cock felt good in his hands, like saying hello to an old familiar
friend. He stroked the cock gently back and forth, liking the feel and
texture of it. It was a nice cock, not as long or as thick as Randy's, or
even his own, but it had a nice suckable shape that made Jeffery's mouth
water. He stroked the cock gently until he got the impulse to take it
into his mouth. Jeffery heard the man in the next booth moan a loud when
he took the head of his dick between his lips. He bathed the new cock's
head in spit as he sampled it in his mouth.
If he couldn't have Randy's cock, he'd have the next best thing, -someone
else's.

Jeffery closed his eyes and concentrated on sucking his first cock since
Randy. The memories came back to flood his mind as he took more cock into
his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the shaft, his tongue slithering
all along the smooth belly as he molded his mouth to shape it. He felt
the tip touch the back of his mouth before he retreated back up to the
head. He sucked feverishly on the crown before going back down on it,
burying the shaft in his mouth once more as he pulled out every trick
Randy taught him. He rewind the scenes of his first oral lesson back in
his brain. He remembered Randy telling him how to work a cock back and
forth, to run his tongue along the belly (or the cum tube) as he suckled.
Randy told him to look up into the man's eyes while he gave him head, to
read his face to be certain that he liked what you were doing to his
cock. He also told him to always swallow a man's load, as NO MAN liked
having his seed rejected from a cocksucker.
Jeffery knew he couldn't see the man's face (and wasn't sure he really
wanted to), but he could implement all the other things he learned. He
wondered how long the man would last in his mouth as he sucked with
heated passion. It'd been over 2 months since he last had cock in his
mouth, and he was really starting to enjoy the feel, but the new
stranger's cock tasted like cigarettes. Just as Jeffery was starting to
seriously get into the suck, the video in his booth went off and up came
the overhead lights. Jeffery jumped up in a panic, reaching into his
pockets and reinserted another set of quarters. When the lights went back
out and the movie returned, Jeffery got back down on his knees and
resumed sucking. The stranger had waited patiently for the mouth to
return. Jeffery recaptured the spit slick tool between his wanton lips,
and sucked with heart as the man's cock suddenly started to throb and
dance against his tongue. Jeffery knew from sucking Randy's dick that the
man was getting close to spilling all of his load, and sucked harder. He
was determined to do as Randy had instructed, and was willing to feast on
the man's seed.

The man (a short middle aged husband and father of 2) felt his cock
getting ready to spit. He saw the young black when he first came into the
book store, and had been hoping to get the kid alone so he could ask to
suck the handsome boy off. When he saw Jeffery duck into one of the
booths, he was sure the boy would be looking for a hungry mouth like his.
He was surprised however when he noticed the boy's head around the hole
instead of his cock. He took a chance and decided to shove HIS cock
through the hole first, to see if he would go for it. He was doubly
surprised when he felt the kid's hands wrap around his shaft, and
actually flabbergasted when he felt the boy's wet lips. He'd heard that
there were black guys that looked "thuggish" but liked to suck cock, but
he never thought he'd see one in person. He saw most black guys as scary,
as potential threats that you don't want to get caught in a dark alley
with alone. Now, at least one of them, were about to taste his load as he
fucked his hips back and forth, driving his hard 6 inch shaft in and out
of the depths of his mouth.

"URRRRHH...UUUHHRRRR!!!" the man yelled as he suddenly exploded a burst
of potent sperm into Jeff's mouth.
Jeff felt the cum rush into his mouth, painting his tongue as it
overflowed to fill his oral cavity. The cock throbbed and pulsed like a
sore thumb, spurting shot after shot of thick rich seed into him. Jeff
caught the onslaught of sperm, and swallowed as soon as time allowed. The
cummy mass oozed down his throat as his reopened his mouth for the second
batch. His tastebuds awakened to the unique flavor of the stranger's
loins. He realized then that no two people's cum tasted the same, as
Randy's ball nutt had a more pleasant flavor as opposed to some of the
more bitter flavors some of the men at the biker bar had. He sucked and
swallowed, sucked and swallowed, and swallowed over and over until he was
absolutely sure he consumed every last ounce of the stranger's cock
nectar. When he was done, he kissed and sucked the sensitive tip
affectionately until it was finally pulled back through the hole and
tucked away into its owner's pants. Jeffery stroked his own exposed cock
and spewed into his free hand, licking the hot cooling contents off as he
watched the man zip up and walk away.
Soon he would be back home, playing it straight for his family as he
savored the pungent taste of another man's sperm in his mouth and belly.
Leaving no one the wiser.