Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 14:28:03 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: blacksub III -pt9

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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BLACKSUB 3 -pt9

 Breakfast was cooking on the stove when Jeffery drifted into
consciousness. He could smell the scent of bacon and eggs as he lay on
Randy's thin single childhood mattress from his youth. Jeffery and Bart
(Randy's older brother) had broken the bed last night during a rather
rough night of sex. Now the mattress lay on the floor as their only
source of comfort.
 Jeffery reached for his clinging gray "fuck me" shorts (which Randy
liked to see him in) and a t-shirt, as he made his way down into the
kitchen. He was surprised to find Randy standing by the stove, chopping
and dicing on the cutting board in his loose fitting boxers and a wife
beater. He turned from what he was doing, to glare at Jeffery in full
glory as he appeared in the door way, looking rather refreshed and
energetic after a long night of fucking.

"Good morning." he said enthusiastically, walking up to kiss Randy hello.
Randy planted a hot deep kiss into his lover's mouth. Jeffery felt the
tongue slip between his lips, then started to suck it as he returned the
favor. He felt himself starting to get aroused, his asshole starting to
throb at the remembrance of the morning pounding he just received only an
hour ago before Randy left for the kitchen. Randy was the one who broke
the kiss, his dick starting to poke out of his boxer slit. "Sorry."
smiled Jeff mischievously, but Randy knew he really wasn't. "Where's
Bart?" he asked, tasting a slice of fruit off the cutting board Randy
worked from.

"Who knows? He was gone when I got up. His jeep's gone too. I'm making
the ole man some breakfast."

"How is the ole bastard?" asked Jeff, pouring himself a glass of orange
juice in the process.

"Grumpy as ever." answered Randy.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"You could take him his morning medication, and a tall glass of OJ. I'll
be right up in a few minutes."
 Jeffery hesitated, but did as Randy requested. He'd had enough
conversation with mr Richards the day they met. The man was definitely a
bigot, whom didn't like much of anybody or anything, including his own
son.
 Jeffery took the medication upstairs, then took a deep breath before
entering the master bedroom.

"Mr Richards?" he called, opening the door slowly.
 Roger Richards turned his head slightly, his mouth and nose hooked up to
an oxygen supply tank to help his breathing. He glanced at Jeffery as the
boy entered the room, carrying a small serving tray of pills. His eyes
narrowed as his body tensed.

"Where's Bart?" he asked, removing the mask.

"I don't know. He took off sometime this morning or late last night."

"No doubt sickened by all the noise coming from Randy's room!" snapped
Richards. Jeffery paused at the comment, suddenly embarrassed by the
man's unsettling stares as he realized the man must have heard very grunt
and moan he made while getting fucked. He placed the tray down on a
nearby table, and proceeded to hand out the pills as prescribed.

"I need to piss first."

"What?" asked Jeffery, pausing at the statement.

"I said I need to piss first, boy. Get my piss bottle." Jeffery did as
told, handing Richards the container. "I can't do it myself. You'll have
to hold it for me." Jeffery hesitated, wishing either Randy or Bart would
suddenly appear. "Hurry up boy, I ain't got all day!"
 Jeffery pulled back the covers. Richards was sleeping in a pair of
stripped pajamas. The fly was open, and Jeffery quickly reached in to
hoist out the old man's wrinkly stale penis. He couldn't help but notice
it's heftiness and length, even in its practical dead state.

"Well don't just stand there gawking at it boy, place it in the bottle!"
ordered the elder Richards. Jeffery placed the head just inside the round
mouth of the bottle, and waited. After several seconds, a hot stream of
yellow piss came cascading out the tip. Roger Richards sighed in relief
as he filled the bottle half way before the stream finally slowed to a
trickle, then stopped. Jeffery shook the cock a few times to insure he
got every drop, then removed the bottle.

"Cock reminds you of Randy's, don't it?" he asked, just as Jeffery
started to put it back in his pants.

"Excuse me?"

"I saw the way you were looking at it, like it was a big juicy piece of
watermelon. That's what you coloreds eat, ain't it? Made your mouth
water, don't it boy? You want to circle those fat black lips around it,
don'tcha?"

"You're crazy, old man. You'd better take your medication before you slip
into a coma or something.

"Don't get sass with me! I saw you staring at my cock! All you faggots
are alike! Cock crazy!"
 Jeffery ignored the man's outburst, and continued to hand out his pills.
Richards looked the boy up and down, getting a good look at him as he
swallowed pill after pill. "I suppose for a nigger, Randy could've done
worse." commented Roger between gulps. Jeffery knew there was supposed to
be a compliment hidden somewhere in that statement, though he was hard
pressed to find it. "I bet he be wearing that fat black ass out, don't he
boy? All the men of my house got big white cocks, there's nary a cunt
that could resist us. Back in my day, I had my pick of pussy. White and
black!"

"I thought you didn't like black people." said Jeffery, defiantly.

"I ain't got nothing against niggers, especially female niggers, so long
as they know their place."

"And what place is that?"

"On their knees in front of their white superiors! Just as you do my
Randy!"

"Randy and I are lovers, he's not my superior." corrected Jeffery.

"So you one of those niggers that think you equal?" laughed Roger
Richards, coughing in the process.

"Randy doesn't call me out of my name, or humiliate me for no reason, and
he treats me like a human being, not an object."

"Is that so? Well trust me boy, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
If he ain't showing his true colors now, he will soon enough! Then I'm
like to hear what you have to say about being equals!"

"Randy is nothing like you, sir." defended Jeffery, handing Richards his
last set of pills. "He's compassionate, thoughtful, considerate, loving,
caring, and kind hearted. Everything that you are NOT!"

"My my my, Randy's cock got you spellbound, eh nigger?" laughed Richards,
inhaling the last two pills as they shot down his throat and into his
wind pipe. The look of shock and panic shot across his old face. Jeffery
looked concerned when he saw old man Richards gasping for air, his mouth
open as if trying to say something but couldn't.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" asked Jeffery. Richard's hands started to
fling wildly, knocking the OJ glass from his grasp as it crashed and
shattered against the floor. "RANDY! RANDY, COME QUICK!!" screamed
Jeffery, at a loss as to what to do next.
 Randy came running up the steps as fast as possible, skipping steps in
the process.

"What's wrong??" I asked as he appeared in the door.

"Your father! I...I think he's choking on his medication!"
 Randy ran over to the bed, his father was already turning blue.

"Call 9-1-1! Get an ambulance here!" ordered Randy, pulling his dad into
setting up position and began to whack his back with his open hand,
trying to dislodge whatever was caught in his throat. After a dozen
pounds, it was obvious that it wasn't coming out. Randy then lay his
father down. Roger Richards eyes rolled in their sockets. Panicking,
Randy proceeded to give his father mouth to mouth, trying to breath life
back into the old man's lungs. He pounded on his chest several times to
jump start his heart before breathing breath back into his mouth. After
10 minutes it became obvious that he was gone. Jeffery returned from his
phone call to find Randy weeping over his father's body. Jeffery quickly
ran to his lover's side.

 The ambulance came, but there was very little the paramedics could do.
The police called for the coroner whom declared the body officially
"deceased". They finally removed the body after several hours, taking him
to the county morgue. Randy and Jeff answered all of the police
questions, whom ruled the death an "accident by choking". Randy closed
off his father's room, wanting to preserve it. Then he went back into his
old room and laid down. Jeffery comforted him, but knew sex was probably
the last thing on Randy's mind at the moment. They fell asleep in a tight
embrace.

 A few hours later Bart returned him. He sat outside in his jeep for a
half hour, wondering how he would face Randy and his boyfriend after the
wild night they shared. He drove around aimlessly for hours after leaving
the house, trying to clear his head as he wondered how a red blooded all
american boy such as himself could have gotten all twisted and tangled in
a homosexual affair with two men, one of them his own brother. He dreaded
what that meant. He didn't want to be homosexual, what man in his right
mind would? He'd never heard anything but negativity about gays all his
life. When he was young his father used to warn him and Randy about
"queers", and forbid them from becoming one. He promised to disown any
son that announced he one, cutting him out of the family as easily as
slicing bread. It was a threat Bart had always took to heart. When he
became school age, he heard guys refer to other boys as "gay" or "queer",
but those boys were always slightly effeminate. As he got older he and
his friends even beat up a few suspected "fudge packers" they caught
roaming the wooded areas time after time. But it wasn't until he became a
truck driver that he first heard how good at cock sucking "fags" could
be.
 Bart was floored the first time he heard one of his big burly trucking
buddies admit to receiving head from a guy. At first he thought the
trucker was gay too, and was trying to entice him into some homosexual
sex scene, but once he heard other truckers (big manly married men whom
spent hours and even days on the road) admit to letting gay guys suck
their dicks too, he began to wonder if it were true.

 Bart never admitted to anyone, but there were occasions when he was off
in some strange town far from home, lonely in his big rig and horny for
some loving and couldn't find a willing female to cop his load, that he
allowed some gay man to take it. He recalled the very first time it
happened during a rainy night in Indiana. He usually didn't pick up
hitchhikers as a rule, but it was raining cats and dogs and he figured
the guy must have had car trouble to be caught out on the side road on a
night like this. He stopped and let the guy in before continuing on his
way. The guy dried his hair off on a towel Bart gave him, and thanked him
for stopping. Bart figured the guy to be around 20-21. When Bart asked
why he was out in the storm, the guy said that he was hitchhiking back to
his parents farm in Montana. Bar was his 13th ride so far. Bart wasn't
too crazy about being unlucky number 13, but he was just happy to see a
friendly face after 31 hours on the road. After a good but brief
conversation, Bart started to notice the man taking peeks down at his
crotch. At first Bart was nervous and thought of stopping the rig and
throwing him out, but then became intrigued when he remembered his
buddies claims about how good fags were at giving head. He decided to see
where this went.
 The young hitchhiker explained that he'd been staying with family in
Ohio, but that his father had requested his return back home. He said he
didn't really want to go, but that he had family obligations he had to
meet. He then told Bart how many of the rides that picked him up were
truckers, and that most of them wanted payment of some kind for the ride.
He then asked Bart if he wanted payment as well.

"Well, what kind of payment are you talking about?" asked Bart.

"You know..." smiled the 20 year old, licking his pink thin lips. Bart
fell silent, not knowing what to say next. "Ever have a guy suck your
cock before? A lot of truckers like it. When I hitchhiked down here 2
years ago, I must've sucked off 20 guys for rides. Going back, I've
already sucked 10." beamed the boy.

"And this...payment, you don't mind giving it?" asked Bart, alternating
between the wet road and the skinny boy beside him.

"Not at all. Nothing in life is free, right? You've got to pay for
everything one way or another. The way I see it, I need a ride, and they
need some head, why not help each other out?"

"And what do you get out of giving head?" asked Bart, curiously.
 The boy looked confused.

"Hey, I'm not GAY or anything!" he denied, flatly. "It's not like I want
to suck these dicks! It's just payment, instead of cash I suck dick!" he
defended, vehemently. "Look, do you want your cock sucked or not?"
 Bart thought for a moment as he drove in the rain, his stiff dick
already tenting the crotch of his dirty jeans. He wondered how the boy
could claim heterosexuality, when he's already admitted to sucking 30
dicks in his life span. In Bart's eyes, sucking just ONE dick made you
gay, sucking 30 made you Rod Stuart!
 After some heavy thought and debate, Bart finally decided to pull his
rig aside and take the kid up on his offer. I recalled how the boy simply
leaned over in the cab, and took Bart's stiff standing pole into his
mouth and started sucking. It was 10 minutes of pure bliss as Bart sat
back and closed his eyes and succumb to the wonders of a gay mouth. The
boy was good, and deep throated Bart easily. When Bart announced that he
was close, the boy sucked harder, never relinquishing the hefty tool from
his mouth. Bart panted heavily as his cum cream poured out into the boy's
talented mouth. He sucked up all of Bart's cum, and drank it without the
slightest resistance. Afterwards Bart was hit with a flood of regret and
shame. He pushed the kid away, zipped up his pants, and ordered the boy
out of his cab. He drove off leaving the boy by the side of the road, his
cum already baking in the boy's belly.

 But though that was not the last time Bart ever received head from a
man, it never got any better as far as his guilt was concerned. Then he
found out that his own brother was gay. Bart's dad was beside himself
with grief and anger, wondering where he went wrong in the boy's
upbringing. He made Randy's life a living hell, aided by Bart whom didn't
want it known that he too dabbled in the taboo ever so often. Randy left
home, with no real intentions of ever coming back. Only when he got word
of his mother's death, and now that their father was near it, otherwise
he was content with his life in the big city, fucking as many guys as he
came across. But now Randy knew part of Bart's secret. He caught Bart red
handed, fucking Jeffery in the back room of their parent's house. Bart
wasn't sure what his thoughts were at the time when he approached Jeffery
-drunk. He knew Jeff was Randy's boyfriend, and that Jeffery would no
doubt tell Randy what Bart did the instant he saw him, but lust had
forced all reason from Bart's clouded mind. All he wanted was to stick
his cock in some hot, soft hole, and fuck. Sex had eluded him for months,
and Jeffery's nudeness, coupled with the hot scene he witnessed the night
before when he peeked in on Randy and Jeffery making love, lulled his
senses and made him a slave to his own lust. How could he face Randy now,
knowing what he did. He just prayed that Randy didn't use that
information to poison his dad against him.

 Eventually Bart made his way out of his jeep and into the house. He
walked in quietly, listening for any sound to indicate what had happened
in his absence. To his surprise, Randy came in from the kitchen carrying
a beer in hand.

"Hey..." said Randy, noticeably startled.

"Hey..." repeated Bart, at a loss for words.

"Where you been?" asked Randy, turning the bottle up to his lips.

"I uh...took a ride." said Bart, nervously.
 The two brother stood silently for a moment. Then tension was thick, and
both felt uncomfortable. Just as Randy was about to speak, Bart jumped in
to cut him off.

"Look Randy...about last night...." he started, losing his voice as he
sought for the correct words. "...I...I was drunk, I didn't know what I
was doing...!"

"Bullshit!" responded Randy, fed up with lame excuses. "I walked in to
find you butt fucking my lover, how was that a mistake?"

"He took advantage of me, walking around the house all naked and trying
to tease me. I had a few too many beers, and the next thing I knew, he
had his face down in my crotch sucking my cock! What was I supposed to
do? It felt good!"

"So your telling me that Jeffery raped you? That he over powered you, a
big strapping truck driver like yourself, and forced you to fuck him when
I walked in?"

"Are you making fun of me?" asked Bart, realizing how absurd his story
sounded. "Are you calling me a liar? You think that I came on to your
faggot boyfriend? Why would I want to fuck him when I got a wife of my
own back home? Free pussy 24/7, whenever I want?"

"You can try to talk your way out of it and justify your actions as much
as you want Bart, but a picture is worth a thousand words." informed
Randy, pulling at photo from inside his shorts. He tossed it on the
floor, allowing Bart to pick it up. The photo was a pic of him (Bart) on
top of Jeffery, his thick hard cock penetrating the boy's bowels as he
fucked him hard and relentless. Bart dropped the photo in shame, and
collapsed on the couch with his face buried in his hands.

"Oh gosh..." he groaned as he wept softly.

"Explain that one, if you can." said Randy, taking a seat opposite of
him.

"Samantha and I are divorced." he suddenly announced, as if that
explained everything.

"Divorced?" asked Randy, surprised. "When did this happen?"

"A year ago, but we've been having problems long before that. Dad doesn't
even know. He thinks I spend my days between here and there because of
his sickness. He doesn't know I've moved back in permanently."

"That's fucked up." sighed Randy.

"Yeah, so you can imagine me catching you and your friend making love the
other night, then finding him walking around naked after his shower. I
was already horny as all hell, and seeing those hot black buns bouncing
like a pair of tits and knowing you'd just creamed them that night, had
me as hot as a cat on a hot tin roof!" admitted Bart, recalling how he
felt. "I hope you could forgive me man, I didn't mean to come between you
two."

"You haven't, trust me. My boy and I are tight. But I'm sorry to hear
about you and Sam, but she was a real ball buster."

"Tell me about it." laughed Bart.

"There's something else I need to tell you..." started Randy, knowing
Bart would take the news hard. "While you were gone..." he paused for a
moment to take a breath. "....dad died."

"What?!" responded Bart. "Dad what??"

"Dad died." repeated Randy. "We called the ambulance, but it was too
late."

"No...you're crazy..." said Bart, jumping up from the sofa as he ran
towards the stairs. In seconds he was bursting into his father's room,
quickly noticing the bed he slept in for the pass 30 years was now empty.
 Randy came in behind him.

"Where is he? What did you do to him?" asked Bart, his eyes full of
tears.

"He died, Bart. It's over. He's at the county coroner's now." explained
Randy. Bart fell back into his father's easy chair faced opposite the bed
next to an old tattered television he always refused to replace.

"Just like that, after all these years...he's gone?" whispered Bart, a
single tear streaking his stubble cheek.
 Randy walked over and stroked his brother's back, sympathetically. He
knew Bart and his father were far closer than they were. They shared a
bond Randy knew or understood. He always felt like an outsider in the
family, even before he knew he was different. He'd been much closer to
their mother, but their father ended that by telling his wife she was
making a "sissy" out of him, he needed to be around MEN to learn what it
was to be a REAL MAN.

 The funeral was held at the Richard's family church. Many of the towns
folk came to pay their final respects. Most boasted of how out spoken
Roger really was, some talked about his loyalty to his family and
friends, while Bart expressed his father's undying love for his mother.
Randy held back from comment, fearing he might come across as bitter. The
only really tense moment came when Bart's wife and children showed up at
the funeral. Bart hugged his kids, then took a deep breath before
confronting his wife. She spoke softly, feeling sorry for his loss. She
wished him well, before kissing his cheek and leaving for a ride back
home with her new boyfriend.
 Back at the house, Randy and Jeffery prepared for the long ride home.
They'd already been away longer than they anticipated, and was eager to
get back to their normal lives.

"What are we going to do with the house?" asked Bart, as his father left
no will.

"Do whatever you want. It's yours." answered Randy.

"No man, it's both of ours. Dad would want us both to have it."

"I have a home. I belong in Philly, not here. So keep the house, sell it,
or turn it into a bed and breakfast, it's yours to do what you want."

"I don't want us to become strangers." said Bart, feeling alone. Randy
was the last of his immediate family. His kids belonged to Sam, and she
had a new life now.

"We won't be." said Randy, hugging his brother tightly. "You're welcomed
to come down for a visit anytime you like. My door's open to you.
Always."

"Thanks." grinned Bart. "I just might take you up on that." he said as
they broke the hug and patted each other on the shoulder. Randy scooped
up the bags he and Jeffery brought with them, and headed out the door to
load the motorcycle.

"What Randy said goes for me too." smiled Jeffery, reaching his hand out
to shake Bart's hand. Bart looked down at Jeff's hand as if it were
diseased. Jeffery worried that Bart's change of heart was only temporary
as he smacked Jeff's hand away.

"After all we been through this pass week, you think I'm gonna settle for
a handshake? C'mere...!" he laughed, pulling Jeffery into a big bear hug.
Jeffery laughed as Bart's arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly
as Jeff returned the gesture. After a minute or so, Bart backed off but
didn't break the embrace. "You take good care of my brother up there in
Philly, understand? He's my closest kin, and I love him."

"I understand." said Jeffery, sincerely. He was just about to break away
when Bart unexpectedly leaned in, and kissed Jeffery softly on the lips.
Jeff was surprised when Randy's brother's mouth touched his own, and
nearly fainted in shock when his tongue suddenly slipped between his
lips. The kiss only lasted a second, but the meaning would last a
lifetime.

"See you around." smiled Bart, smacking Jeffery on the rump as he showed
him to the door. Jeffery walked out in shock as he climbed aboard the
back of Randy's Harley. Randy waved to his brother as he started the
engine and drove off. Bart watched them speed up the road until they
finally disappeared around the bend, and wondered just how different life
in Philly would be.