Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 22:11:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Bud Buddy <suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com> Subject: Learning to Worship Black Dick Learning to Worship Black Dick By: suckbuddy420 Hey guys. I hope you like my story. Write me if you do at suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com. I love to hear from readers, especially from horny, black readers. This story contains graphic sexual scenes between adults and a boy under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. And don't forget to donate to Nifty. Help keep these stories free and available! Support Nifty! Let's talk about black dick. I don't know what magic it holds for me, but I do know that there are times when I've got one speared down my throat or pumping away at my hole, that I go into a different state of being. No white cock has ever taken me there. I crave it. Something clicks deep inside of me that tells me that I am where I belong, that servicing the black man has always been my destiny. Let's talk about that.Don't get me wrong, I love all cock. I've been addicted since my first taste of cum at the tender age of 9. I love manmeat. I love heavy, white, veiny cock, I will get on my knees for a dirty, uncut mexican dick and lick every bit of spicy latino cheese from under the hood, I'm a whore for any man who wants to feed or fuck me, but black dick is what I worship. I've been known to pick up dirty homeless niggas and worship the dark rod under a bridge or in my car. I research and go to adult bookstores and theaters in black neighborhoods all over the country. I've planned whole vacations around staying in a crack motel near an adult bookstore just so I could have as much access to what I crave the most; dark, demanding, deep-digging, dirtier-the-better, black cock. I guess everything changed for me one night, long ago, back in the 1970's, when I was just 11 years old. I was a horny little fuck. I discovered jerking off with a neighbor boy when I was about 8 and had steadily moved on to jerk and suck ever boy in the area by the time I was 9. At 10 I was allowed by my clueless parents to ride my bike around town and I kicked my growing cocklust into high gear. I actually don't remember a time when I wasn't pre-occupied by the thought of getting a dick in my mouth. I naturally sought out every dirty, homo toilet in town and was well versed at the art of cruising by the age of 11, when I discovered the toilet in the town's one park. I could kneel in the park toilet for hours and suck big, man dick through the hole in the partition. I had never heard of a "glory" hole, but I prayed at it nonetheless. I must have sucked off ten men a visit, and I visited multiple times a day. My parents both worked and I had a few prime afternoon hours everyday to worship cock. By that time I had learned how to take even the biggest cocks deep into my throat and suck them dry. I honestly don't know how I acquired this skill. It just happened somewhere along the way.I remember the day I discovered my obsession with the black man. that day was like most of the others. It was really hot, nearly 100 degrees. I was covered in sweat. I was kneeling on the dirty floor of the park toilet stall savoring the cum from the previous three dicks I had sucked off into my hungry throat. A new guy came in and entered the next stall. I was still kneeling, so I just put my mouth up to the wall. He got his cock out and started to feed it to me. I didn't choke or gag, just swallowed his long cock down my nasty-boy throat. He fucked my face hard and fast while my throat muscles naturally went to work his meat. Before I knew it this anonymous man shot his load down my throat. "Thanks cocksucker, you get better each time." He said as I watched him through the hole, putting away his meat and zipping up. This was weird. In the months I had been coming to the park to suck dick, nobody ever talked to me at the hole before. I started to scrape the cum from my face and suck it off my fingers as I knelt there, drunk on sex. I was barely 11 and I had taken four loads in the last hour. He knelt down next to the hole and said something that changed my life. "You oughta head out to the rest area on the interstate. I hear there's lot's of trucker dick out there waiting to get sucked. A good cock whore like you could have some fun." He said into the hole. I was scared that he could see me. I didn't want him to know that I was just a kid and what he was saying scared me. He chuckled and said. "Don't worry, kid. Nobody will tell on you. As far as I can tell, nearly every grown man in this town has nailed your throat, boy, and aint nobody gonna ruin a good thing, besides it's fun to shoot a load in the preacher's son." He laughed and I heard him light a cigarette before he walked out of the toilet.I was still kneeling on the dirty cement floor. He knew who I was. Holy fuck! This was bad. It came as a shock to me that so many of the townsmen had been feeding me their man milk. I don't know where I thought all the cock was coming from. Of course it was the men of the town. I started to think about all the sexy men I saw everyday. The butcher at the grocery store had winked at me yesterday when I was shopping with my mom. I thought he was just being nice, but was it because he had fucked my throat in the toilet? I never saw much other than shoes and dicks. Holy shit! I was the town whore at 11 years old! Did I fail to mention that my daddy was the town preacher? Yeah. Actually, as little incident was happening, pops was on the alter, giving one of his boring sermons for the third time that day. Luckily I was only required to sit through them once a week. So yeah, my dad was a preacher and my mother was a teacher and I was an only child and they kinda didn't give a shit about me. I was a nuisance to them. So they liked that I was never home and it was the seventies, so they were both drunk most of the time anyway. They liked that I disappeared for hours. So I would go to the park and suck as much dick as I could. Word must've gotten around town that the preacher's son was a whore for cock. Then I started thinking about the other things he had said, about the rest area on the interstate. I knew the one he was talking about. It was just outside of town as you headed south. I could ride there on my bike in ten minutes. I had never really thought about it, but the interstate ran right next to our little nowhere town. The rest area was pretty busy, cause we were in the middle of fucking NOWHERE. But for the first time in my life I saw that strip of highway as an artery connected to the whole, well country really. I got up on the toilet and sat there smelling the cum and piss around me, the smell of the last man's cigarette smoke still lingered and my fat little cock was hard as a rock. I jerked off thinking about the men I see every day feeding me cum and also the rough looking trucker's I'd seen at the rest area all my life possibly doing the same thing. I shot my load so hard that it hit the opposite wall three times before tapering off. I cleaned myself off and headed home for dinner thinking I might have to ride out to the rest area tonight after my folks pass out and see what's up. Little did I know, there was a lot of big, black dick waiting for me and I was going to learn a lot that night. I jumped on my bike and rode home, my cock was still hard in my shorts. Tomorrow was the first day of summer vacation and everything around me was hot and dusty. I had just gone through an early puberty (of course) and I was thickening up and growing over the last year. I was 11, but I looked a little older and though I wasn't fat, I was a chunky kid, thick boned. I had started to shoot cum in the last couple of months and I was getting hair everywhere. I was sweating pretty good when I got home and mom told me to take a shower before dinner. I cleaned up, jerking my cock again in the shower as I thought about the other thing the man said about all the men in town getting off on feeding cum to the preacher's son. That got me off fast. After dinner I went up to my room and shut the door. I knew they wouldn't check on me as they were already three sheets to the wind. I jumped on my bike and headed out. I was about to turn on the road that would take me to the back side of the rest area when I stopped and looked towards the rushing traffic a few blocks away and saw the neon sign for Joe's Truck Stop and Motel lit up against the night sky. I stood there straddling my bike and thought for a moment. I had always avoided cruising at Joe's as my folks had ingrained in me that it was a scary place. I had actually never been inside. Something that night drew me away from the promise of cock at the rest area and I started to pedal my bike towards Joe's. Scary sounded kinda fun.As I pulled up to the place I couldn't help but notice that it was really busy. Cars and trucks pulled in for gas. There was a small store and diner. I pulled around to the back of the building to park my bike and noticed there was a bar in the back. I had never seen that before. There was just a small sign that said BAR. A bunch of local pick-up trucks and quite a few motorcycles were parked in the back. I parked my bike against the wall and stood there taking it all in, the dusty heat of the summer night, the smell of diesel, the sounds of the rushing freeway and the music and loud voices coming from the bar. "Nice night, aint it?" A man's voice said in a deep southern drawl, surprising me. I turned around and there was a man leaning in a crevice of the building a few feet away in the dark, smoking."Yeah, it is." I blurted out, forgetting I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. He took a step into the light and I noticed he was a black man. I had never been this close to a black man before. I lived in a very white, Kansas town, there were a couple of mexican families, but no blacks."Where your folks, little man?" He asked looking down at me. I was mesmerized by him. I was sure he could see the hard dick in my shorts and I just stood there staring into his eyes as he smoked and waited for my response."At home, drunk. They don't care where I am, so I went for a bike ride." I said in a rush. Something about him made me want to tell him the truth. He was so strong and manly. He stared at me for a moment through the smoke and then a big grin cracked across his face. His super white teeth shined at me through his thick lips. He started to laugh a deep booming laugh."So you slipped out and decided to cruise around for some of your own fun?" He asked me knowingly. Indicating my hard little cock that betrayed me from the front of my shorts."Yes Sir." I responded like I was in a trance. I couldn't avoid telling this man the truth. His dark eyes bored into me and I was transfixed with a wave of lust. "I was playing at the park today and a man I met there told me that I could have a lot of fun at the rest area, so I was about to head out there, but then I saw Joe's and I thought it looked like fun, so I stopped here.""Looked like fun..." He mused and smoked for a moment. He free hand dropped to his crotch and he started to stroke the bulge that was growing there. I watch him, unconsciously licking my lips. He chuckled when I did that and I looked up again to see a wolf-like grin on his face. "I think you made the right choice boy." He started walking towards me. "You ever been inside the cab of one of these big 18 wheelers?" He asked as he put his muscled arm around my shoulders and led me along with him."No Sir." I said, looking back to my bike as I was swept along with him out to the truck parking lot."Don't worry about your bike, boy. We won't be long." He said tightening his grip on my shoulders and moving me steadily across the asphalt lot. I loved the feeling of security I felt in the crook of this strong man's arm. I was so fucking high on horny that I wasn't thinking about anything except for what it was going to be like to suck a black cock. I couldn't wait to see it. We got to the truck, a big black Peterbilt and he led me to the passenger side and opened the door. He patted my ass. "Hop on up there, easy money." He chuckled and patted my ass, giving it a squeeze as I climbed up the metal stairs to and sat in the leather seat. He slammed the door shut and as he walked around to the driver's side, I sat there and smelled the intoxicating smell of trucker funk for the first time. I was scared and horny as hell. He hopped up and sat, shutting the door behind him."It's so much higher up than I thought it would be." I said looking around."Yeah, you wouldn't believe what I've seen from up here." He looked over at me with a nasty grin and lit another cigarette, this one smelled funny. "The other day I was driving and looked down to see two guys in a convertible naked." He took a huge hit off of his strange cigarette and held it out to me. I had been stealing my parents smokes for a while now and so I took it from him and smoked it. It tasted different than a cigarette and it make me cough a lot, which made him laugh. "Ya gotta cough to get off boy." He laughed harder. "Take another hit and hold it in for a few seconds." I did as I was told and this time I only coughed a little when I exhaled. It started to hit me immediately. I relaxed into the seat and held it back out to him, grinning. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy?""Yes Sir" I responded, feeling super high for the first time in my life. I started to giggle. He took another huge hit."This is a fun cigarette." He said as he held in the smoke then blew it out in a huge cloud right at me. The cab was filling with smoke and every breathe I took I could taste it. "This is ganga, boy. If you like to have fun...this shit is gonna make everything more fun." He handed it to me again and I tried to take a big hit like he had. I held it in and blew the smoke his direction. "Now you got it. You a fast learner boy!" He smacked me on my thigh with his big hand. It felt so good to please this man. I wanted to learn everything he had to teach me. "They were just driving down the street naked?" I asked. Handing him back the joint."Yep. Well one was driving, the other guy was bent over sucking the hell out of the other guys dick." He took another huge hit and ground the joint out in the ashtray. "Was really going for it." He looked over at me and our eyes locked. "The driver had one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of the faggots head and was fucking the guys face." He grinned at me as he lazily ran his hand down his chest to the bulge in his dirty jeans. My eyes followed and I realized that his bulge had grown. "Fucker was ramming his cock down the faggot's throat and looked right up at me while he did it.""He saw you watching him? Did he stop when he saw you?" I asked, tugging on my hard, fat little cock and never taking my eyes off of his huge, black hand squeezing the large lump in his jeans. "Hell no! He fucked the faggots face even harder. I stayed next to them until he shot his load in the faggots throat." He started to undo his belt buckle. I was literally salivating at the thought of what was inside those jeans. I looked up into his eyes and he was sneering at me. His thick lips were pulled up into a disgusted grin as he stared me down. "I like watching faggots suck cock. It's what they were born to do." His eyes bored into mine and I looked down again only to see that he had unbuckled his belt and was now popping each button on his jeans. My head was swimming with lust and pot. "Everywhere I go, I run into faggots like you, hungry for cock. I love feeding my big fucking cock down a faggots throat. Most truckers do." He popped the last button on his 501's and reached his big hand deep into his jeans and started to pull his cock out. I instinctually dropped to my knees between the seat. My eyes still focused on what that hand was slowly pulling out of his jeans. He chuckled. "I knew you were a faggot the minute I saw you. I guess I was right." His deep voice was mesmerizing. He began to stroke my hair with his other hand. I moaned and looked up at him again. "But when I run into a boy like you..." He moved his hand and began to stroke my cheek. "So young and so fucking hungry. Well, that's something special." "I've never sucked a black man before." I said, staring up into his commanding eyes. He slipped his thumb into my mouth and I automatically started to suckle it. "WellÉyou about to boy." He pushed his thick thumb deep into my throat and I took it all. "Huh." He said, shaking his head. He pulled his thumb out and shoved three of his thick, dirty trucker fingers into my mouth. I nearly came in my shorts from the taste. He pulled his fingers from me, making me whimper like a puppy. He grabbed my face in his hand and leaned down close. I could smell the cigs and pot on his breath. "You a straight up boy-ho, aint you, baby?" "Yes Sir." I said, not at all bothered by the names he called me. It felt so right. "How many cocks you suck dry today?" He asked holding my jaw tight in his big hand. "Six, Sir." I answered. Two this morning, and three this afternoon." "They all shoot down your throat, bitch?" "Yes Sir." "You get your ass fucked yet?" "No Sir." "It's just a matter of time with a born cunt like you. Open your mouth wide." He said and when I did he snorted and hawked a wad of spit into my mouth. I swallowed it down. "Looks like I found me a prize. I'm gonna have to pass the word. They's a new little cocksucker in this tiny shit stopover. Well, little boy, show me what you got. I don't got a lot of time so why don't you get those sexy lips wrapped around my dong where they belong." He gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my face and held me by the hair a few inches above the head of his cock. I was suddenly confronted with this sexy black truckers beautiful tool. It was long and thick and I wanted it so bad that a string of spit fell from my mouth as he held my head there for "Play with it like you play with the men in the park." I took the head of his dick in my mouth and moaned deeply. He let go of my hair and I fell on that cock. About four inches of his hard snake worked it's way into the entrance to my throat. I adjusted my angle and started to swallow. "Oh yeah, you little whore." He pushed harder and more of his shaft slid into my throat. "You suck that black cock good bitchboy and I'll make this one of my regular stops. I always got a load for a hot little lot lizard like you." His hand on the back of my head forced me down further and further, but his . "Take it all, baby! Please your man!" With that he shoved the rest of his meat deep into me. I took it all. He pushed hard, grinding my nose into his greasy smelly jeans. I could feel the button on his 501's scraping my nose as he took my head in both hands now and pulled my head up slowly. "Damn! You got a hell of a mouth on you, kid." He said as I gulped air, tears running down my face, before he rammed me down hard again on the full length of his throbbing prick. "Take that black trucker cock, cunt!" He growled and began to raise and lower my head on him, gripping it tight in his huge, strong hands. "I got a big load for you, babyboy. Gonna feed you all this nigga cum, boy." He rammed my battered throat harder and harder. I was high and hungry and I just let go and let him rape my throat. I was a ragdoll in his grip, there was no fighting it. It didn't want to fight it! I wanted his cum as much as he wanted to give it to me and so I sucked and massaged him with my throat muscles. I used everything I had learned sucking off the men of my town. I had been training for this moment. The moment I had a real man's cock in my mouth. "Here it comes, whore! Take my cum!" He shoved his cock in as deep as he could, ground my face into his crotch and I felt his meat throb in my throat as he pumped his hot juice into me. I help my breath and took it all. Massaged his meat, sucking every last drop out of him. "Oh Fuck!" He cried and his whole body shook as he pounded the back of my head with his fist. His whole body clenched as I sucked the last drops out and then he fell back into his seat. I kept nursing his cock. Pulling my lips up to the head, my lips tight around the softening shaft, sucking out the last of the cum from the tube as I did."Unnngh." I moaned, as I shot my load in my shorts. My head dropped onto his stomach, the head of his thick soft cock still in my mouth. He reached down and held me to him with one hand, with the other, he grabbed his still semi hard cock and pulled it out of my sucking lips, slapping it against my face a couple of times."Boy." His voice grumbled against my ear as it laid agains his chest. "You are something special." He grabbed my hair and lifted me up til we were face to face. He stared in my eyes for a moment and then pulled me into him and I felt his thick lips engulf mine. His tongue pushed it's way past my lips and invaded my mouth. I could taste the pot and cigarettes mixing with the taste of his cum in my mouth. I kissed him back, licking his tongue with mine, tasting him. It was my first kiss and it was amazing. He pulled my sucking lips off of his and looked me in the eye. "Damn, would love to take you on the road with me." I felt his hand slide down my back and grab a handful of my ass and squeeze. "I could teach you a lot of things I know you'd like, boy." He kissed me lightly again."I would love to learn, Sir." I said and he laughed, his eyes shining with mischief. "I like the way you call me Sir, boy. I like a boy that knows his place." He said firmly, patting my ass."It just feels like the right thing to say." I said grinning at him like a lovesick puppy. "You are so powerful and sexy, I would go anywhere and do anything you told me to." This made him laugh loudly as he put away his cock and then pulled out a menthol and lit up."Yeah, all you faggots go crazy for black men. I've seen it over and over." He swatted my ass one more time harder. "But right now I gotta get on the road. I'll be back in three days, around this time, and I expect you to be waiting to serve this cock, boy." "I'll be here, Sir." I said as I scrambled back up to the passenger seat. "Sir?" I asked."Yeah boy?""Can I have a cigarette, Sir?" I asked him. I was craving a smoke after that great sex. He laughed and pulled one out of the carton for me and stuck it in my lips and lit it. I inhaled and leaned back in the seat."I guess you deserve it after that great head." He said and then reached into the side pocket of his door and pulled out a fresh pack of Kools. "I'll tell you what, take a fresh pack. I like seeing a baby bitch like you smoking." He handed me the pack. He had a thought and reached into another compartment and pulled out a couple of rolled cigarettes and handed them to me as well. "Have a couple of fun ones too, baby. You deserve it.""Thank you, Sir." I grinned at him. "Can I ask you another question, Sir?""Shoot, boy." He responded affably."What's a lot lizard?" I asked."You, boy. You're a lot lizard." He said. "A lot lizard is a cocksucker that hangs out in parking lots of truckstops and rest areas looking for cock to suck. They call em lot lizards cause they always have their tongues out like a lizard." He flicked his tongue out comically making me laugh. "I guess that is what I am. But tonight is the first time that I ever sucked a cock in a parking lot." I smoked and thought about it. "Well kid, you're a natural. You keep working this lot and head out to that rest area and you'll be an experienced lot lizard in no time." He smiled at me. "Now I gotta hit the road, and frankly boy, if you stay in this truck any longer, I might drag you into the back and teach you a few things you might not be ready for and that would make me late. So get the fuck out." He said sternly, but with a little grin."Yes Sir!" I said, and opened the door. I started to climb down. "Hey kid!" He leaned over and peered down at me. "You should go into the truckstop and ask for Joe. Tell him Carl the trucker sent you too him. I think he'd like to meet you.""Yes Sir and thank you, Carl Sir." I said up to him. He winked and pulled the door shut. I walked back to my bike as I heard him start up his huge engine. I opened the pack of smokes he had given me and pulled one out. I lit it up as I watched his truck pull out. He honked and waved at me.I stood leaning against the back wall of the truckstop smoking and thinking. I felt something wet and looked down to see the big cum stain on my shorts where I had shot my load while sucking Carl's cock. I had shot without even touching myself! That was a first. It was a night of firsts: My first black cock, my first kiss, my first time smoking ganga. I stood there in the heat of the night and thought about how good it felt to be treated so rough by a man, to have him use his hands on me instead of just sucking a cock through a hole in the wall. I wanted more of that and more of the feeling that I had when Carl grabbed my ass like that. Something woke up in me when he did that. I would soon find out what that was. I inhaled deeply on my cigarette and I heard a deep voice surprisingly close to me."Aren't you a little young to be smoking?"I turned and saw another black man leaning in the same nook Carl had been leaning in. This man was much shorter than Carl, but very muscular and he was smoking a small cigar. A Swisher Sweet. "I'm almost 12." I said, knowing that it sounded stupid, but I didn't know what else to say. I was dumbstruck by how hot this second black trucker was. His face was rough looking and he wasn't attractive in the typical way, but there was something about his ugliness that turned me on and I felt my little cock hardening again in my wet shorts."Oh! Almost 12!" He chuckled around his Swisher. "Well then, smoke up, buddy! Smoke up!" He laughed and I laughed with him as I took the cigarette out of my mouth and licked my lips as my eyes traveled down his stocky chest to the massive bulge in his tight fitting, greasy jeans. I thought about what Carl said and I looked back up to the man's eyes and flicked my tongue out a couple of times like a lizard. This brought a light to his squinty eyes. He smiled bigger. "Come over here." He said. I walked to him, the taste of Carl's thick cum still in my mouth. "It's a hot night." I said as I stood next to him and took another drag on my smoke, trying to be cool. He chuckled. "You have fun in that truck that just pulled out?" He asked me and I felt a hand on my ass. It immediately started squeezing and exploring. "A lot of fun." I said. Then feeling bold as I felt his finger start to push into my crack. I pushed back against him and looked up at him. He squinted down at me, grinning around the Swisher clenched in his teeth. "Well, I only gotta a second, but if you still hungry, I might be able to feed ya." He was rubbing two of his big fingers on my hole through my shorts. He pushed the thin fabric of my shorts into my ass hole and pulled me close. "Right here, Sir?" I asked glancing around. "Here or not at all, boy." He said and using his finger in my asshole he started to guide me to the nook he had been leaning in. He pulled his finger out of me and shoved me against the back of the nook. "Squat down, cocksucker." I did and he quickly pulled out his hardening cock. It was almost as big as Carls, but it had a weird side curve to it that I had never seen before. It looked like it was going to hurt. He sneered down at me, around the stogie and moved forward fast grabbing my head and shoved the whole crooked thing into my, luckily, stretched out and sloppy boy throat. He didn't show me any mercy as he fucked my face like a dog fucks a bitch, fast and hard and deep. "You wanna be a trucker slut, you gotta take it like a fucking cunt, boy." My head started to smack against the wall as he stepped closer and put his hand on the wall above him ramming my boy throat harder. "Take my crooked nigga cock, bitch." Every time the curve in his cock hit the back of my throat it rearranged my insides and he worked that over and over, tearing me up. I took it. "Take my fuck juice you little white ho." He hissed as he ground his pelvis against my face, pinned me against the wall and shot his huge load deep into me. His fat, curved cock jumped in my gullet with each spurt. "Take it you fuck." He rammed a few more times then pulled it out all at once and as I fell forward he stepped back and laughed, buttoning up his pants. "I come through here once a week. We gonna see a lot of each other, baby." With that he just walked away. I got control of my gagging and wiped the cum and spit from my face into my mouth sucking it down. I pulled myself together and stood. I looked down and realized that I had cum again in my shorts and didn't even know when it happened. I was in a daze. I lit a cigarette and tried to get back to my senses. I heard a few voices and saw a couple of local men standing near the entrance to the bar. They were laughing and looking my way. I pulled the fabric of my shorts out of my asshole and then got on my bike. I rode past the group of men and I could swear I heard one of them say, "I shot a load in that little whores mouth this morning before work." I rode out of the parking lot and as I turned onto the street leading to the back end of the rest area, I realized that the guy that said he had fed me a load this morning was a town cop. I had sucked off a cops dick in the toilet! The warm wind felt good as I rode. I was still really high. I got to the rest area and got off of my bike by one of the picnic tables which sat under a small shelter. I pulled out one of the fun cigarettes that Carl had given me. I like the way it made me feel. Super horny and relaxed. I took a couple of tokes of that until I could feel it. Then I put it out and carefully put it away. I lit a cigarette and sat there looking out at all the semis parked in the lot trying to figure out how to get inside of one and get some more cock. ...to be continued