Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 00:58:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Bud Buddy Subject: Learning to Worship Black Dick Pt. 3a Hey readers. I'm glad you're enjoying the adventures of our unnamed little fuckhole. I have jerked my fat cock a lot reading the letters, pictures and videos you all have been sending me. Writing this story has got me so fucking horny that I had to take a break today to search out a big black man to kneel before and worship. He fucked me good and kicked my fag ass out and it just spurred me on to keep writing, thinking back to when I was the age of our little slut hero in this story. All the cock I was getting as such a young kid. This chapter is going to be in two parts, don't worry, I'm submitting them at the same time. It's time this little whore gets his hungry pussy fucked and I wanted to take my time. Enjoy! Feel free to get ahold of me and let me know your thoughts and ideas for the story, you guys are fucking nasty and I dig hearing what's on your minds. E-mail me at suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com Confidential to all the black men that are getting off on this story: I would love to hear from you about what you like a faggot to do to get you off. Thank you, Sirs. Last we left him, the slut had just pissed out the two loads of trucker urine that had been fed to him and was riding his bike home, contemplating getting his ass-pussy fucked... Learning to Worship Black Dick Pt. 3a By Suckbuddy420 When I got back home I snuck back in the window of my bedroom. Fell on my bed and passed out still in the clothes I had been wearing all night. I closed my eyes with a smile on my face and a finger up my ass thinking about all that had transpired that night. For some reason the experience that came to mind as I drifted away was when the second black trucker had brutally fucked my throat against the back wall of the truckstop. He got off and left. But I loved the vicious way he had used me. I slipped my thumb in my mouth and suckled it with my worn out lips and dreamt of black dick. When I woke up it was mid-afternoon. My bedroom was hot as hell and reeked of piss. My first thought was that I had pissed the bed, but then the night before came flooding in and I realized that the smell was coming from my t-shirt and shorts I had passed out in. Deon's dried piss had mixed with my sweat and created a powerful odor. I felt my cock rising as I gathered the t-shirt up and sat up in bed, pulling it off over my head. I pushed the crumpled up fabric against my nose and every moment with Deon came back to me. I pushed a wad of it into my mouth and started to get it wet so I could suck the piss out of it, I sucked on it until I shot into my shorts. I got up and pulled of my short and wadded it up with the shirt and put it in my metal army locker I had at the end of my bed, locked it, walked to the bathroom naked, took a shit and jumped in the shower. I thought about how many times I had heard last night that it was "only a matter of time" before I got fucked. I soaped up my fingers and worked two of them in my ass to try and clean it out. It felt good, made me think of Deon's big fingers in my pussy, but it didn't do much to clean me out. Then I remembered the enema bag mom kept under the sink and how she would give me one when I was sick sometimes. I got it out and hooked it up and used it. It felt different than I remember. It made my cock hard to feel so full. I emptied and did another to make sure and while it was going up into me I thought about it being piss instead of water. I wondered what it would feel like to have a man piss in my ass. I guess I was getting ahead of myself. I hadn't even been fucked yet! I walked back to my room and got dressed. I didn't hear anyone around. The folks probably didn't even check on me. Hell mom was most likely still sleeping last night off. There were bottles everywhere and it was her first day of summer vacation too, so whatever. I scarfed down some cereal and jumped on my bike. I had a little saddle bag on my bike and I had stashed the pack of Kools and the joint and a half left over from last night into it. I rode around town. Everywhere I went, the eyes of the men were on me. I was wearing my shortest cut-offs and a thin, striped tank top and nothing else. I hadn't even heard of wearing a helmet on a bike yet. Ah, the Seventies. I looked at the town with new eyes. An older farmer in his fifties, a big man with a beard, drove by next to me in his pickup. He gave me a little wave as he passed and shot me a nasty grin. I was getting nasty grins everywhere I went. Eventually I went to the park. For some reason it felt weird to go to the rest area during the day, and I didn't want to go to meet Joe until after noon, so I rode to the park. I was rode past the back toilets to park my bike behind the small building and as I came around the back and turned to park, I did a double take and almost fell off my bike when I saw a big black man sitting against a backpack by one of the trees back there. I parked my bike and grabbed the pack of smokes with the joint Carl had given me in it from the bag and lit up a menthol, sitting on the bench across the pathway from him and tried not to stare at him. He was really big, huge. I could tell he was really tall even though he was sitting on the ground. He was wearing loose brown pants a wife beater t-shirt. He had quite a few tattoos and from here it looked like he had one on his face. He noticed me and was kinda looking over slant eyed at me. His eyes squinted against the sun and he raised a humungous hand up to his forehead to shade both of his eyes. He looked right at me for a while. "Got another one of those for a brother, boy?" He called out to me putting two his fingers across his lips to indicate a smoke. I nodded and he rose and started to walk over to me. I had no idea how tall he was but he was the tallest man I'd ever seen. His arms were long and muscular, his hands hung heavy at the end of them. His hands were fucking huge, even for his huge arms his hands seemed out of proportion. He was also the darkest skinned man I had ever seen. I sat there and waited as he ambled up to me in what looked like just a few steps. I stood when he reached me and my mouth was lined up perfectly with his crotch. I stared at his worn-out old pants and saw something mighty big swinging in there. I stuck my smoke in the corner of my mouth and got him one out of the pack. I looked up at him and held up the cigarette, the filter facing him. He leaned down head first and took it directly in his thick, bright red lips. When He got that close I noticed that it wasn't a tattoo on his face, though he did have a tattoo of a spiders web all over his thick neck, no he had a huge scar on his face from right near his eye to the edge of his lip that made him look like he was sneering all little. "Light it for me, wouldja, boy?" He asked in his super low, growl of a voice. I took the lighter and held it up to light it. He cupped my hand in his massive, rough hand and lit up, drawing deeply on the smoke and then exhaling through his nose. "Damn, but that's tasty kid. You smoke ma brand." He said leaning over me like a vulture. His deep set eyes in his wide face looked red and puffy. He sucked on the smoke again and blew the smoke forcefully out of his nose again. "You look like a bull when you do that." I laughed. "Like one of those cartoon bulls about to charge." "Like that, do ya?" He grinned down at me and took another long drag off the smoke and blew out his nose again this time making his eyes bug out and lifting his fingers above his head to look like horns. I cracked up! He reached out and ruffled my hair with his hand, nearly knocking me over. "Sorry kid" He said. "Sometimes I don't know my own strength." "That's okay. I think it's really cool that you're so big. How tall are you?" I asked and took a drag off of my smoke. I blew the smoke through my nose like he had and I liked the way it felt, it burned and made me a little dizzy. "I'll give you a hint," He said "My nickname is Six Seven." "Wow!" I looked up at him. "That's fucking tall." That made him laugh. "Yeah, I am fucking tall." He said and finishing his smoke he tossed it aside and leaned down to just above my face as I looked up at him and blew the smoke down through his wide open nostrils onto my face. I laughed. He sat down on the bench, which creaked some under his weight. "Light me up another one, boy." He said and I quickly obeyed. This time I lit it in my mouth and handed it to him. "Thanks kid." He stuck it in his lips and sucked on it. He looked a me for a moment through all the smoke then said, "This town'a been nice to me. I got stuck here this morning when some asshole trucker kicked me outta his truck cause I wouldn't fuck his nasty, ole ass. I told him I don't fuck old white trash ass and he tossed me out at the exit here." I sat next to him and smoked as he talked, listening to him and getting hornier and hornier. "I don't fuck no flabby old ass. I like ma ass tight and young. I like to get in there and make a hole ma own. I don't wanna go where ever otha nigga already done gone befo." He looked over at me and realized what he had said and who he said it too. "Oh shit, little guy. I shouldn't a told you about all that." "That's okay." I reassured him tossing my dead smoke aside. "I like hearing you talk, Sir. I like your deep voice it makes me feel all funny inside." "Where inside?" He asked, dropping a big arm around my shoulder. I felt his hand reach down and his fingers pressed the middle of my chest. "Here?" He asked and I looked up at him and shook my head no." He moved his fingers over to one of my hard sweaty little titties and took hold of it between his thumb and a finger, squeezed it lightly and asked "Here?". I shook my head again still looking up into his eyes. "A little bit there, but not the most." I said. "Oh, okay." He said and raised his hand to my throat. He wrapped four of his fingers around my adam's apple and his had was so big that his was across my lips as he lightly stroked my throat. "Yes Sir, but not the most." I said my lips brushing against the rough skin of his thumb. "But you feel it there a lot?" He asked. "Un huh." I nodded and opening my lips I sucked the tip of his thumb into my mouth licking and sucking on it. I felt his other hand running down my chest as he leaned over me more and started to talk directly into my ear still holding onto my throat and fingered my lips. His big hand reached my hard cock in my jean cut-offs. "I can tell you feel it here." He said, brushing my earlobe with his lips. "But not the most." I said around his thumb and leaned more into his bulky, muscular chest. His clothes were dirty, but he smelled clean, I liked his smell. "Where else is there, baby?" He asked. I squirmed and spread my legs wider, I tried to lift one of them up onto his lap, but it couldn't so he reached down with the hand that had been squeezing my dick and grabbed my thigh pulling it up roughly over his legs leaving me splayed out. He ran one hand back up my chubby leg and one of his fingers caught on the edge of my shorts. I moaned deep in my throat. "Must be getting close." He said and ran his finger under the edge of my shorts. I moaned again. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and turned my head to his chest. I started to nuzzle around looking for his nipple with my mouth. "Good baby." He said as I latched onto his big nipple through his thin sweaty shirt with my lips and started to suck it hard, like Deon taught me last night at the rest area. His finger slipped down further and started to rub across my pussyhole. "Mmmmmm!" I moaned around his huge nipple as he started to rub the outside of the hole harder. "That's where I feel it the most!" I cried out and pushed my pussy against his finger. "Oh." He said "and you like the way it feels, baby boy?" "Yeth Thir!" I said still sucking. "You like my big black fingers rubbing against your little boy cunt?" He asked more insistently. Still holding onto my head with one hand and pushing my face harder into his chest where I continued to chew, lick and suck. "Ungn Huh!" "There's something in the way here." He whispered to me and hooked his fingers around the thin piece of fabric that held my shorts together, ripping the fabric until it separated completely, giving him complete access to my pussy. "That's better, aint it, baby?" "Oh yes Sir." I said looking up at him. "Shit boy, you a pretty little thing, in yo short little jean skirt." He said as he looked into my eyes. He took his finger from my cunt and lifted it to his nose and sniffed it. "Mmmm, you got a nice clean hole, little boy." He said and shoved his thick finger into his mouth getting it wet and then leaned down and pressed his huge mouth to mine as he slid the wet digit into me. His finger was really big and it stretched my pussy lips as he shoved it all the way in, swirling it around, but it didn't hurt, it just made me want more. He kept making out with me and started to fuck that big, black finger in and out of me. If this is what fucking felt like, then I definitely wanted to do it soon! It felt so good! Each time he pushed in he rubbed against my insides and made me squirm with lust for more. Luckily there was nobody around. I could hear kids playing at the playground on the other side of the park but there were a lot of trees and the area where the back toilets were was quiet. We just sat there on the bench and made out while he finger fucked me, a big, black hobo dude who was just passing through town and an 11 year old faggot in a public park. He pulled his lips from mine as he eased his finger out of me. Before I could protest he shoved two fingers into my mouth. "Taste your own pussy, boy." He said shoving the fingers in hard causing me to gag just a little and produce extra spit. "Damn, that's a sweet little mouth you got on you. You ever suck a man's cock with that pretty little mouth?" He asked me and tore the fingers from my lips and shoved them both roughly into my spread eagle puss. "Yes....Sir....I have." I managed to get out between gasps and moans and he slid his fingers in and out, stretching me more and rearranging my insides into his own throbbing, wet pussy-hole. "I like to....suck...lots of cock." "Damn boy, looks like I found me the town ho!" He said and kissed me again ramming his thick tongue into me while slowly sawing those two fingers in and out. He pulled back and looked at me, keeping his fingers in deep, spreading them and twisting them to keep opening me up. "You tight as shit boy, you ever been fucked up in that pussy?" "No Sir." I said looking into his big, kinda crazy eyes. "But I want to." "Oh, I can tell you wanna, boy. You like a fruit ripe to fall of the tree don't nobody pick you soon." He pulled out and shoved in hard and I quivered at the end of his arm. He disentangled himself from me, keeping his fingers deep inside and sat up more straight then got one his knees in front of me. I was slumped down on the bench, humping against his fingers, he was so big that he still leaned forward and had his face right up close to mine and his arm over the back of the bench. He took a little nervous look around and when he didn't see anyone he hunched back over me and licked my lips with his big spit wet tongue, just lapped it across my lips. I opened wide. "Atta boy, baby, open that mouth up like a little baby bird while I fuck yo ass a little with ma finga cocks." He grabbed a handful of my hair with the hand above me and pulled my head up closer to his. He dribbled a little spit into my mouth and I sucked it down whimpering. He pulled my hair hard when I did that. "Don't swallow till I tell you. I wanna fill yo little mouth pussy with spit boy." I started to reach my hand out to feel his cock. "Put yo fucking hands behind yo back, bitch." He said sternly. "Keep yo hands to yo self." I pulled my hand back and clasped it with the other behind my back. "Good boy." He said letting go of my hair. "Arch yo back, ho." I did as he said and my head rested against the back of the bench. He slapped me lightly with his open hand across the face, my mouth still wide open. "Good boy." He leaned over me again started to dribble spit into my mouth, looking in my eyes the whole time. "You enjoying this aint you baby.?" I nodded slightly making sure I didn't let any of his precious spit out of my mouth. He hawked up a couple of snot balls from the back of his throat and spit them in my mouth too for good measure. It was now completely full. "Best boy lube in the world." he said grinning at me and ripped his fingers from my hole and inserted four of his fingers into my mouth all at once. "Just hold still boy." He commanded me, taking on eof my little boy nipples in between two of his strong fingers. "Let daddy get his fingers good and wet." He twisted his fingers around in my spit filled mouth, some overflowed and leaked down my neck onto my chest wetting my tank top. "Gotta get em good and slimy." He said grinning down at me. I moaned deep in my chest. I loved what he was doing to me. I didn't care that we were in the park, nobody was around, but if they were they probably wouldn't even be able to see me he was so big, hunkered over me there. He took his fingers from my mouth and rubbed the slime all over the lips of my pussy, then he used three massive fingers to rub hard against the opening over and over. "Swalla that spit, bitch." he said twisting my titty extra hard. I did and felt it slipped down my throat. He jammed three of his fingers into me this time I cried out a little in shock but he just calmly started to fuck away relentlessly like before. Each time he rammed and twisted the three fingers in deep, my hard, fat little cock bounced making my new "skirt" flap up and down. "We gotta stretch it out good baby boy, cause I'm gonna fuck that pussy open. Nothin' I like better than being the first nigga to the plate. I'm gonna fuck you good baby, turn that asshole of yo's into a pussy fo my big nigga dick, cause my dick been needing a tight little pussy like yo's for awhile. I been layin in my bunk in prison every night fo the last ten years thinking about fucking a fresh, young pussy like yo's, sweet baby." He leaned down and kissed me forcing his tongue into my mouth. He still had his hand holding a clump of hair on the back of my head and three fingers slowly, deeply fucking my cunt as we kissed I thought about what he said and it really turned me on. He had been in prison most of my life dreaming about fucking a pussy like mine, busting a little boy cherry, and here I was needing my cherry busted. He was starting to speed up his fingering, stretching that pussy out and getting it ready. I was sweating and moaning as I sucked on his tongue, his big thick lips nearly eating my face. "Why were you in prison, Sir?" I asked when he pulled back til just our lips were touching. "Open yo cunt mouf and I'll tell ya." I opened wide and he started to fill me with spit again...man he could produce a lot of boy lube with his mouth, he filled me up quick. I know it sound weird, but I felt so safe there, my whole world existed between this big black man's two hands controlling me and holding me captive. "It wasn't for murder, or nothing like that." He said twisting hard on first one tittie then then other. "I killed some niggas, but I aint never been caught fo that. No, I got put away for fucking with a little baby ho like you." He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and dipped them into my waiting mouth, scooped out some spit lube and went back to work digging deep in my hole, more spit slopped out all over my face. I loved being covered in his nasty hobo slime. "I got locked up fo fucking a little boy just like you, except he wasn't nearly so willing and hungry fo it as you are, you sweet little baby ho. Go ahead and swalla that down now." I did as he said. "I was working as a janitor in an apartment building in the city. They was this little faggot, bout 8 or 9 was always comin around and watching me, rubbing his little dickie. So one day, I couldn't take it any mo and ripped the little teases pants off and fucked his tiny little cunt so hard he started bleeding. After I got ma nut, I shoved some toilet paper up there and sent him home, but he his folks found out and took him to the hospital. I guess he lived, but I got twenty. Got out early fo good behavior. I guess I'm rehabilitated cause I'm gonna get you nice and opened up so I don't get in trouble again" His fingers were now squishing in and out of my horny little hole. I was in slut heaven. He grinned at me he eyes bulging as he did getting that crazy look to them again. Instead of scaring me it turned me the fuck on. I was gonna get my first fuck from an ex-con, kid raping, 6'7", black as night motherfucker and I was ready for it. I lifted my head up and kissed him not on the lips but on the scar next to his lips. I kissed my way up the scar to right near his eye and back down again. He let me do it, he moaned a little when I started to lick the old wound. "Baby, you special. I don't know what god or devil sent you to me, but I'm gonna do you right and give you a wide open pussy fo yo birfday." He smiled down at me. "My birthday is next week!" I blurted out. "I'll be 12!" "Good baby." Looks like I got here just in time. He worked his pinky into my slimy hole along with the other three fingers and pushed hard. I cried out from the pressure, and pushed back trying to open up my hole, but he couldn't get past the his knuckles no matter how hard we both pushed. He eased off and slid his fingers out of me. He pinched my nipple real hard as he did, twisting it so that I groaned and gasped out in pain. I was suddenly empty and the hot afternoon breeze swept up into my open pussy making me feel more empty. He smacked my ass and let go of my nipple, rubbed his big hand on my head. "Let's take a little break, boy. I got something in my bag might help you open up a little more so you can take ma cock." I was starting to get scared the way he was talking about his cock. I had not seen much of it since he walked up and it was swinging under the fabric of his loose pants. He stood up and as I sat up I saw it. It was pushing against his brown cotton pants. It hung halfway down his thigh and I could see the imprint of the apple sized head hanging halfway down his long leg to his knee. I leaned forward and reached for it. He swatted my hand away. "Never use your hands, bitch. I done tole you that." He leaned down and grabbed my face in his big hand, squeezing my jaw. "I don't wanna tell you shit twice you got that, cunt?" "Yes Sir." I said and he slapped me across the face, not to hard, but hard enough to teach me. "Good boy. Remember now or I'ma have to beat yo ass. Now light us up a couple a smokes while I go get some shit from ma bag." He turned and walked over to the tree he had been sitting under. I watched him go. He was so big and powerful. His muscular ass poked out behind him, riding high and stretching out even his loose pants. I wanted to crawl after him and bury my face in between his hard cheeks. But instead, I fished a couple a smokes out of the pack and pulled out the half joint too. I lit both of the cigarettes and held them in one hand then I lit the joint and took a deep hit off of it. Six Seven was walking back to me now and he was carrying a little leather bag with him, his massive hard cock pushing the front of his pants out obscenely. "Shit baby, you the limit." He said grinning. "A little 11 year old, weed smokin motherfucka." He laughed and took the joint from my outstretch hand, took a deep hit and held it. "We having our own little party back here. My get outta prison party." He exhaled and took another deep hit. "Damn that good." He said and handed the joint back to me. He leaned in and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me to him to shotgun the hit into my lungs and kissed me hard, reaching around at the same time to shove a couple of fingers into my still exposed pussy. He pulled them out and smacked my ass then grabbed one of the burning smokes from my fingers and stuck it in his big lips. He knelt by the bench and set the medium sized black leather bag down on it. "I stole this from that bitch trucker before he tossed me. I was looking through it earlier and it's got just what we need in it. He pulled out a little brown bottle and set it on the bench. "Oh yeah, poppers, that's the shit." I took another hit on the weed and he turned to me, took the smoke out of his mouth and nodded to me making a clucking sound with his tongue like you would do to call a dog over so I leaned in and shotgunned the hit into him. Shotgunning was fun! He winked at me and went back to the bag. I stood there smoking my cigarette and fingered my own pussy. It was so wide open, but from what I'd seen of that snake hanging in his pants, not open enough. He pulled a small coil of rope out of that bag and set it on the bench next to the little bottle. "That gonna come in handy. Keep a bitches hands in check." He said to himself and started rummaging in the bag again. He pulled out a jar of vaseline and a leather dog collar. He put the vaseline on the bench and handed me the collar. "Hold this boy." I took it. "Oh hell yeah." He said and pulled out a little bag of pills and another baggie full of what looked like green dried out flowers. "A little weed, some fucking ludes. That fucking trucker slut was ready to fucking play. They's a pipe in here and everything. He put the baggie with the weed in it back in the bag and took three of the pills out of the other bag. He swallowed two and then reached up and shoved the other one into my mouth. "Swalla that." He said and I did. "Good boy." He said and slapped me lightly on the side of my head. "That gonna relax yo ass up." He looked me over standing there, a smoke and a dog collar in one hand and the other one behind me fingering the hole he had made in my ass. "Here." He said taking the top off of the vaseline and holding the open bottle out to me. "Take a glob of that and work it into that hot little pussy of yo's." I did as he said and it immediately made cunt more slick and my fingers felt so hot as I worked it deep inside. "You a hot little bitch, fingering yo own snatch in yo skirt and tank top." He stood and took the collar from me and moved around behind me. I took one last drag on the cigarette and tossed it aside as he affixed the collar to my neck, tight but not too tight. It felt good. "You my fucking ho now." He said and came back in front of me hooking his finger in the little metal loop in the front of the collar he pulled me close to his face, took a last deep drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke out like a bull as he pulled me in and kissed me hard. He pulled back and looked around for something and then had an idea. He had a rope tied around his pants to keep them up. He untied it and tied it to the loop on the collar. He pulled on it a couple of times to make sure it was secure. I loved the feeling of the collar pulling on my neck and moaned. "You like that bitch?" He asked making a loop at the other end of the leash and tying it off to make a handle. "We gotta get everthing right, then I'm gonna fuck that hot little twat of yours. Open you up kid." "Thank you Sir." I said. "Yo welcome boy." He reached out and grabbed the my closest tit and gave it a good twist. "I like the way you call me Sir. Keep doin that shit or I'll beat yo ass red." "Yes Sir." I said, wincing from the pain and he dropped the leash and picked up the rope from the bench, he walked around behind me and pulled the finger out of my ass, grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them together, tying them securely with the rope. "So you suck a lot of men's cocks slut? Where you gettin all this dick?" I was leashed and tied with my pussy exposed in my torn shorts. My heart was racing, whatever pill he had given me was kicking in and starting to make me feel so relaxed. Like this was a totally normal situation, which I guess for me, it was starting to be. "I suck a lot of men at that toilet right over there, Sir." I nodded to the little building about twenty feet away. He tugged on the rope one more time to make sure it was secure and then he came around the front of me again. "You ever sucked any black dick boy?" He asked. His pants were sagging without the rope and I could see the most of his dark kinky bush and the thick, thick base of his cock. The rest of his semi hard-on held his pants up, but just barely. I looked right his crotch as I answered. "Yes Sir. I've sucked three black men's dicks last night. Two at the truck stop and one at the rest area." I told him. I felt like such a whore admitting it like that. He took the handle of the leash back in his big hand and then he turned to grab the little bottle off of the bench. When he turned I saw that his pants were sagging in the back just held up by his big ass. I could just see the crack at the top. It looked sweaty and delicious. "None o them niggers got in that hot little hole a yo's?" He said as he turned back around. Then he chuckled when he saw where I was looking. "Yo tongue hangin out, bitch." He said and I realized he was right. Not only was it hanging out, I was drooling. "I want to lick your butthole, Sir." I said brazenly. I was high and ready to get fucked. It felt good to say whatever I was thinking. "Well, it don't really matter what you want, cunt" he said as he reached out and grabbed on of my ears, squeezing it hard between his fingers. "But you is lucky cause I happen to want to feel that hot little tongue of yo's in my black manhole too." He let go of my ear and playfully slapped the side of my head. "And keep that slut puppy tongue hanging out all the time. That's what cocksluts do. They keep they mouth open and they tongues out ready to service a big dick, yo." I love how he was so rough with me and that I couldn't do anything about it with my hands tied up. He shook the bottle a few times and then took the lid off and held it to his nose, pushed one huge nostril closed with a huge finger and snorted the fumes from the bottle into his other huge nostril then he reversed it and did the same. He held it in for a second and looked down at me as he did. An intense look came over his face and all niceness left him, like it just disappeared and all that was left was a snorting crazy man. Who had me tied up and was holding the other end of my leach. I stood there with my tongue hanging out and pulled my head forward with the leash and shoved to of his fingers into my mouth. "Yeah ho, take you man any way he wanna give it to you." He alternated slapping me, then finger fucking my throat, then slapping me again with his wet hand, harder each time. He stopped and held the bottle under my nose. I was a little bit dizzy from the slaps. He covered one of my nostrils with a knuckle as he held the bottle under the other. "Inhale deep." He said and I did. Then he switched it to the other nostril and clucked his tongue twice like he had done before and I looked up into his eyes and I inhaled deeply again. I was suddenly much higher than before. I held it in like I had seen him do, then exhaled. My head was throbbing and my cock and ass both started throbbing with the beating of my heart. The pot we had smoked made happy, the pill he had given me relaxed my body and made the whole situation seem comfortable, and now this stuff made me feel like I needed something inside of me, NOW!" I was looking up at him. He was snuffing more of the stuff and looking down at me like he was about to punch me in the face. He tightened all of his muscles and then he released and his pants fell down around his ankles. His big heavy cock popped out of them and rose up and hit me on the chin and then just hung there in front of my eyes. It was huge and not even completely hard. It hung down a little and some liquid was forming a large drop at the end of it. He flexed his cock and it jumped a little pumping out a little more pre-cum. The drop was getting heavy. I kept looking from the cock to his stern eyes and started whimpering. "What's the matter, dog?" He reached out and boxed my ear. "What do you want bitch?" "Please Sir." I whimpered. He slapped my face pretty hard. "Speak up, kid." "Please let me lick that drop of pre-cum, Sir." I begged "Please let me suck it Sir. I wanna suck it Sir." "Yeah. I'll let you have it boy. I'll let you have all the cream from that big black motherfucker that you want. But you aint gonna suck it, you gonna pray to the motherfucka, you gonna worship this black man's dick, you understand, ma little white slut?" "Yes Sir." I said, then stuck my tongue back out and panted, waiting for him to give me the okay. "I'm gonna get ma babymaker wet in yo cocksucking throat and then I'm gonna take you in that toilet and fuck you a brand new pussy." He leaned forward a bit and spit in my mouth. I was about to swallow it when he cocked his head and gave me a warning with his eyes. I held it in my mouth and swirled it around slowly, tasting the smoke and weed in his spit. "I'ma take you in that nasty park toilet and drill that hole and if a white boy shows up you gonna suck they dick, you can suck all the white dick you want bitch, but you WORSHIP the mothafuckin BLACK DICK. You got that?" I nodded my head. He then clucked his tongue twice like he had done before and I knew that meant it was okay, so I swallowed. I looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled down at me and ruffled my hair. "Good boy." My attention went right back to his dick where the drop was about to fall. He laughed as he swung it back and forth slowly in front of my face. It was so big and pendulous that even now, almost completely hard it hung down heavy. My best guess is 10 inches. It was thick the whole way down but thicker the last two inches or so. I studied it and the thought that I was soon gonna take that big black fucker in my pussy. He poppered me up again. I licked his hand while he did it and he seemed to like that. Then he stood back up and clucked his tongue twice again so I moved forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, just catching the big drop as it was about to fall, it slid down my throat and it kept pumping out lubing my fuckboy throat for the assault that was about to come. I was ready for it though. "You a real trainable little fucker, you know that kid?" He said as he set the poppers aside and lit on of my Kools and watched me work on his cock. I had just got the whole head in my mouth and was working on the first inch of shaft when he used the leash to pull me up to standing. "Stay." He said and sat down on the bench. I stood there, waiting patiently as he stared and me, squinting at me through the smoke coming from the Kool in his lip. He took the smoke out and clucked his tongue, I dropped to my knees I was about to crawl forward and take his dick in my mouth again when he cocked his head and looked at me hard. I kept still and kept my eyes on his, then flicked them back to his cock and waited. Finally he clucked twice and tugged on the leash and I crawled forward on my knees. Thank god for grass. I could feel my greased up and stretched pussy swish as I crawled, making me feel like a sexy whore. His cock had reached it's full size and was sticking out straight and hard at about 11 or 11 1/2 inches thick and veiny, shiny black in the sun, it was dripping gobs of pre-cum out the throbbing tip. I looked up at him with lust and respect as I took his big, black apple into my mouth again. I used my lips to massage it as I worked my way down slowly, licking it and swallowing his precum as I went. He glared down at me and smoked. "That's what I mean by worship that black fucking cock, baby. I can see it in yo eyes. You get it. It's all about me baby boy, never forget that. It gonna be hard to take ma club in yo pussy at first, so you gotta want it. You gotta love that cock with everything you got baby, you gotta want to make yo man happy." He rubbed my head and neck with his hand as he talked gently encouraging me to swallow more and more of it. The head pushed into my throat. He took a handful of my hair and pulled on it to stop me. "Hold it there cuntboy." He said and let go, reaching over to pick up the bottle again. He held it under each of my nostrils first and I took a really big hit in each, licking his fingers while I did. He laughed and shook his head down at me as I held it in and smiled around his cock. "I do like how you do that, you subservient little fuck." I exhaled and now I really wanted to lunge onto his cock. But I waited while he hit the fumes from the bottle. Finally just before he exhaled I heard him cluck twice and I started my downward progress again pushing my head forward and swallowing the head of his dick again. I found my throat very relaxed from all the drugs and I was so happy doing what I love doing. His hand on my head got more insistent. I looked up at him and he had that crazy look in his eyes again. "You can do it, cocksucker, swallow that fucking meat." He was pushing and pulling hard on my head now, shoving a couple more inches in with each push forward. Letting me breath but not much he leaned forward a little and reached the long arm not holding my head in place forward to smack my ass. He hit me hard. Hit me again. Solid and hard. "That a boy, take yo big, black man's dick." He hit my other ass cheek three times and then switched. Three times each over and over. Every once in a while he would slap it right on my outstretched hole. "Keep that mothafucking back o yo's arched bitch or you gonna get much worse that this." I arched my back and swallowed another inch when he hunched his hips forward and surprised me. I was taking almost nine inches on the instroke almost every time and was proud of myself, but I wanted to take the rest of it for him, to show him how much I wanted to please him. "You a nasty ho." he said as he jammed three fingers into my vaseline and spit slick hole. "Gonna get you ass fucked into a pussy baby. You finish wettin up that hole digger o mine, get it wet all the way to the base and as a reward I rape this sweet little ass o yo's" He pulled his fingers out and slapped the slime from them onto my ass, he grabbed my head with both hands and twisted it slightly to the right to get a better angle on my throat. "Yeah, right there you fucking whore." He shoved his pelvis forward while pulling my head and got the rest of it into me. He held me there, choking and spasming against his dick for a scary amount of time. I almost passed out when he let go and I pulled back fast to get air. "Don't you dare take it out yo mouf!" he warned me and I stopped just in time sucking in breath through my snotty nose, tears running down my face I got control of everything, took a deep breath and lunged forward swallowing the whole thing again surprising him. This time I held it all the way in myself. "Damn if you aint a full service cock slut!" He then grabbed my head again and ground into me forcing my throat to stretch out even more. "Oh fuck." He said and grabbing my hair ripped me off his cock and threw me back. With my arms still tied I could do nothing so I just crumpled and fell backwards onto the grass as far as the leash would let me. He sat there for a minute shaking and mumbling under his breath. I was scared so I stayed put and lay there gasping for air watching him and waiting to see what he wanted me to do. "That.." He looked down at me sternly, "was close. You don't make me cum until I tell you to. You got that, you stupid little cunt?" "Yes Sir." I said scrambling to my knees and sticking my tongue out like a good whore. He grabbed the smokes, vaseline and the bottle in one hand and took up the leash with the other. He kicked off his pants where they still hung on at one of his big fucking feet. He lit two of the smokes and put one in my mouth. "Get up Kid. It's time to get you good and fucked." He looked down at me and smiled around his smoke. "This has been a lucky day. After getting tossed out of that truck I got a shower and a meal from that pastor at the church, then the collared fuck drank my load of piss on top of it. Then I come for a nap in the fucking park and find me a virgin faggot ready to pop. My lucky fucking day." "That pastor was my dad. Sir." I said. "Huh." He chuckled looking down at me "I guess it figures." He started walking towards the toilet and I followed behind at the end of the leash, a smoke in my lips watching his hard ass muscles ripple and flex in front of me. ...to be continued.