Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 01:05:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Bud Buddy Subject: Learning to Worship Black Dick Part 4 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between adults and a male 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! Dear readers: I cannot thank you enough for the e-mails that you all are sending me. Just knowing that I'm helping you shoot your loads makes me so happy and horny. I fucking love the pictures and videos of huge black fuckrods you are sending me, whether they be of your own dick or stuff that turns you on. It's hot shit and I dig it. I especially love the shots you've sent of the cum you shot while reading my story. Thank you. Fucking hot as fuck. Keep em coming. Let me know if you have ideas on how to use our little fuckboy hero, who's name is revealed in this chapter as he whores his way back to the truckstop and more demanding, black dick. As always, feel free to write to me at suckbuddy420420@yahoo.com Confidential to black guys getting off on my story: I want to thank you especially for letting me know that I'm making you shoot your load. I love the pictures of your hard cocks and cumloads. Let me know what gets you off, Sirs, I'm a good fucking whore that's always looking to learn a new trick or two. When we last left the little whore he had just gotten his cherry popped and his new pussy filled with piss by the hulking, scarred, 6'7", black ex-con he met in the park. He was taught a few things about obeying and worshipping the black man, but his lessons were just beginning. Learning to Worship Black Dick pt. 4 By: Suckbuddy420 My brand new pussy was a problem. I couldn't ride my bike. I had to get off it and walk. My ass kept trying to eat my bike seat. I walked alongside my bike, holding the black bag that the big black man had given me in the park after he fucked me. I was still pretty high from the pill he had shoved down my throat, the weed and all the poppers. I could feel the hot afternoon air in my dripping wide open cunt. My cutoffs had been short to begin with, but the big ex-con had ripped the bottom out of them so that it hung around my hips like a short jean skirt, so short that most of my ass was exposed. I stopped every once in a while to run my fingers around the outside of my open pussy. I was amazed that it stayed so wide open for so long. Each time I stopped I dug my fingers in it I then lifted them to my mouth and sucked them clean. I was doing that, licking the piss and lube off of three of my fingers when a pick-up truck pulled up and stopped next to me. "Hey boy, you need a ride?" I heard and looked up through the passenger window, three of my fingers still in my mouth. "Something wrong with your bike?" asked the older bearded farmer that had given me a nasty grin earlier as I rode around town. I took my fingers out of my mouth with a slurp. "No it's fine, but thank you, I would love a ride just a few blocks to the church." I said, licking my lips clean. The old guy nodded eagerly and jumped out of the truck. He threw my bike in the back of his truck. Then he turned and put a hand on my shoulder. "Jump in little fella." He said and he looked down at my shoulder where his rough hand lay. "What's all this?" He asked running fingers over my shoulder and up my neck. "Looks like you got chewed on pretty good." It felt good to feel his rough strong fingers on the throbbing bruises. "I did." I said looking over at him. He wasn't very tall, 5'6" or so, not much taller than me. He was real gruff looking though, with a full salt and pepper beard and bright green eyes. I also noticed that he had a lot of hair. His forearms were thick and muscular and covered with white hair, it also stuck up from the neck of his shirt. "I liked it a lot." I said, looking in his eyes and smiling at him. "Did you now? Well good for you!" He smiled back at me as he opened the passenger side door for me. I threw the black bag onto the floor of the pickup and started to crawl in. His hand reached out to help me into the truck and I felt his rough fingers grab onto my bare ass cheek as I started to climb in. "Looks like you lost your panties, kid." I arched my back and smiled back at him. "I didn't wear any, but the man who sucked on my neck ripped my shorts for me too." I said. "And you liked it didn't you, you little bitch?" He asked as he slipped a couple of fingers down the crack of my ass and they kinda just fell into my wide open hole. "I like that it made it easier for men to play with my new pussy." I said starting to hump back against him. "What a nice man to help you out like that." He said and ripped his fingers out of me and shoved me into the truck shutting the door behind me. "Wanna go for a little ride with me before I drop you off at your daddy's church?" He asked as he climbed in and threw the truck in gear. "Sure!" I said. "That sounds like fun." "Lay down here on the seat and show me that new pussy of yours, kid." He said grabbing the thigh closest to him and pulling it up onto the bench seat of the truck and pulling me towards him so that my head was pressed against the door and my pussy was wide open and facing him. "Lift that other leg up onto the dashboard, boy." I did. He lit a filterless smoke and kept it in the corner of his mouth as he drove with one hand and started to play with me with the other. "Looks like your friend opened your pussy up real good." He said jamming three of his thick stubby, calloused fingers into me and squishing them around. "It was open even more right after he fucked me with his big, black cock." I said rubbing my red puffy titties as I layed back and watched him finger me as he drove. "It's starting to close up. He fucked me really hard and then he peed up inside of me." I said and then moaned and pushed back against his fingers. "Where'd you find a nigger to fuck you in these parts, boy?" The farmer asked with a tinge of disgust to his voice "He was at the park. He said he just got out of prison and was just passing through." I said and then looked at the man for moment before I asked him, "Don't you like black men?" "Figures. We get em all the time, comin' up from Leavenworth." He said then he pulled the truck over and parked. "And no boy, I do not like niggers." Then he looked over at me and smiled that dirty smile at me. "But I bet a little cocksucker like you does. I hear them boys got big fuckin' dicks. You say he came and then pissed up inside your little boypussy?" "Oh yes, all of the black men that I've met have had really big ones. He fucked me sooo good. He made my ass into a pussy for me and then he made me pregnant with his piss. I squirted most of it out, but I think there's some still in there" I said squirming under the old mans fingers. "I can tell. It's still real wet. I'll bet a little slut like you goes crazy for a really big dick. You like to get that little mouth and cunt of yours fucked by big nigger dick don't you boy?" "Yes, I do." I moaned around his fingers and he leaned forward and pulling his fingers out of my cunt, he replaced them with his mouth. He started to lick and suck my stretched out hole. "Ohhh, yes." I said grabbing onto his head and forcing his face deeper into my pussy. Nobody had ever done that to me and it felt sooo good. "I love black men. They're the best!" He grabbed onto the backs of my thighs and pushed my legs up farther so that he could get deeper into my pussy with his mouth. He lifted his face up and smiled at me, the slime from my pussy dripping off of his thick beard. "Boy, I love to eat a sloppy cunt, and you got one of the prettiest little pussies I ever seen. I wanna suck all of that filthy nigger slime outta ya." He dove back in and ate me out with gusto. I looked down and noticed that he had pulled his cock out and was jerking it. He had a really thick one and I hoped he would fuck me with it but it felt so good having his mouth on me, licking and chewing on the swollen lips, digging into it with his tongue and sucking out all the fuck juice that was left inside of me. I felt a fart coming and tried to hold it in, but then I couldn't and it came out in a big, loud, wet rush all over his face and the seat of his truck. I guess there was still some piss and cum up inside of me. "Oh yeah, kid, gimme some more of that you nasty little fuck!" He yelled into my hole as he licked and slurped it all up. I felt another deep fart building up so I let if fly. This one wasn't as loud, but it produced more cum which he lapped up like a crazy man. "Feed me all that nigger cum from your pretty pussy, boy." He said lifting his head again. He was breathing hard, and making weird noise. I pushed out again hard and more cum came out from deep inside of me. Man, that guy had really shot it deep in there, even his piss hadn't washed it away. He ate the rest of the cum I had pushed out and then he started crawling up my body until his wet face was on top of mine. He shoved his face down on mine and we kissed. I could feel his wet beard on my face and I broke the kiss to suck all the black piss and cum out of it. "Oh fuck, that's a dirty little whore. Oh fuck, gonna shoot." He grunted as he shoved his fat cock into me and shot his load deep." I lay there and took it, sucking his beard as lifted his head and shook on top of me and yelled out the truck window. "Here's another load for you, little boy! You little cumdump motherfucker!" I loved hearing what men said as they came. The nastiest stuff came out of their mouths. He had called me a "cumdump". I liked the sound of that. He finished shooting in me. Then he pulled out and abruptly sat back up, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, lit a smoke and started the engine. I shoved a couple of fingers into my pussy and dug out some of his cum. I lifted it to my mouth and ate it, swirling it around in my mouth before I swallowed. Mmmm. I love the taste of cum, even old man cum. I looked up at him and he was staring down at me smoking and sneering. "Pull yourself together, boy and I'll drop you at your daddy's church." He said coldly and started driving. I sat up and lit a smoke of my own. I smoked and fingered my pussy, wet with old farmer spit and cum as we drove back through town and pulled up in front of my dad's church. He turned to me. "Get your own bike out." Then he looked at me with that sneer again on his lips. "Nigger loving faggot." I grabbed my bag and got out. When I turned to shut the door, I saw eyeing the slime I had left behind on the seat. I got my bike out with some difficulty and when I looked in the window to thank him for the ride, he was licking the seat clean with his nasty old tongue. "Thanks for the ride." I said and he sat up and drove away without looking at me. I noticed there was a rebel flag on the back window of the pick-up. I parked the bike and walked into the church. I always loved the smell of that old church. It smelled like incense and wood. There didn't seem to be anyone there. I walked up the center aisle and up onto the alter. My dad must have been in his office. Good. I only came here to do one thing, anyway. I walked up to the alter and grabbed the golden chalice that sat on it. During each service my dad would drink the wine out of the chalice. I dumped the wine out on the floor and held it down to my crotch. I lifted my "skirt" up with one hand and grabbing ahold of my fat little cock, I filled the chalice with my boy piss, then I got my cock hard and shot a load into it too. I placed it back on the alter and left giggling. I went next door to our house. My mom was asleep on the couch. Her afternoon pass-out, I guess. Fuck her. Bitch. I thought and walked up to her and looked down on her sleeping there, her mouth open and drooling. I reached my fingers back into my pussy and dug out some more of the old man's cum and rubbed it all over her lips. She snorted and snorted a little in her sleep and then sucked a little on my finger before I pulled it back, then shifted her position and licked her lips clean of the cum before she started snoring again. I chuckled and went into my room. I unlocked the army box at the end of my bed and opened the black bag. I went through the bag and took out the money. Wow a hundred dollars! I tucked it away with my other little savings from my allowance, thinking that with that money I could buy a bus ticket to anywhere I wanted. I fingered myself as I thought about it. It got me horny to have that money after I got fucked. I didn't really know why, but it made me feel like more of a whore. Like last night when Carl gave me the pack of Kools and the joints and told me that I "deserved it" for sucking his big dick so good for him. My pussy lips were starting to close back up again. I was relieved, cause I was starting to think that I was going to be that stretched out forever. My finger felt good inside of me. I took the vaseline jar out of the bag and opened it, took a glob out and shoved it deep in my pussy and moaned. It made my hole so slick and nasty feeling and I wanted to be ready in case anyone else wanted to fuck me today. I closed the jar and put it back in the bag. I pulled out the baggy full of ganga and pills and the little metal pipe and set it aside as well as the little black bottle of what the ex-con in the park had called "poppers". I really liked those. The bottle was full, I wondered how long it would last. I rummaged through the bag some more and found two big rubber things. One was shaped like a big black cock. I ran my fingers over it and felt the upraised viens. It was like a real black cock, but it wasn't as big as any of the ones I had seen in real life, only about 6 inches or so, but it was pretty thick. I bet it would feel good in my pussy when I couldn't find any real ones though. I tossed it back in the bag and looked at the other rubber thing. It was black too and shaped like a cone. I had no idea what that one was for so I tossed it back in the bag too. I also pulled a couple packs of the Kool 100s out of the bag. I took off my new skirt and my collar (I hated taking it off...) and put them in the box. I shoved the bag into the army box too and locked it. Then I threw on a new pair of the thinnest shorts I could find and, taking my other stuff with me I went into the kitchen and had a sandwich and left. I shoved the poppers, pills and weed and the pipe and smokes into my saddle bag and jumped on my bike. My pussy was better now. At least it had shrunk back up enough to ride a bike without swallowing the seat. It felt good to pump my legs on the pedals and feel my slick pussy lips rubbing against each other. I rode through town and got a bunch of more nasty grins and waves from men. The town cop that had called me a whore outside the bar last night was sitting in his cruiser and winked at me as I passed. I stopped peddling and lifted my ass in the air as far as I could for him and even though he couldn't see it I winked back with my pussy. I was high as fuck on the pill I had taken only a couple of hours ago. It seemed to just get stronger and took away all of my inhibitions. I heard a short honk and looked back to see the cop giving me a thumbs up out the window of his cruiser I laughed and rode on. I parked my bike in front of the candy store to get a soda. Mr. Siciliano smiled big when I entered. "Well if it isn't little Jooony-boy." He said, drawing my name out. Oh yeah, by the way my name is Jon, Jonny to most. But I liked the way Mr. Siciliano said my name he gave it a hard o sound so that it sounded like Joan-y. There was really nothing feminine about me. I was a boyish boy, thick and solid, growing taller everyday. But for some reason he always treated me like I was a little girl. "You coming in for a soda, lika always baby?" He said as he came from behind the counter and sliding his muscular, hairy arm around my shoulders to lead me to a table in the back of the store even though there was nobody else in there. "Yes, Mr. Sicilano, I'm super thirsty." I said leaning into his thick body as he guided me. He sat me in the tall booth in the very back so I was facing the wall with the tall booth behind me. He was about 6' tall and super hairy everywhere. He was a thick strong looking man. I know that I sucked his cock through the hole before cause it was so brown and hairy. He had a little bit of an accent and I know that I had heard him talk dirty to me as he fed me his load through the hole in the park toilet before. His was one of my favorite cocks, uncut and super thick. "I seen you earlier, coming outta the toilet ina the park." He said standing next to my table. "I was gonna go in to take a piss and saw you come out with a big, black man. So I hid behind a tree and watched" Oh shit! I thought nobody had seen that. He didn't seem to mind though since he stood there rubbing his thickening cock through his pants. He leaned his big body casually against the side of the booth and started to undo his pants. "You sucka that big black dick, boy?" He asked pulling out his cock. "Un huh." I nodded and reached out to grab his fat cock as it rose to meet my hand. I pulled back the skin that covered the head. There was a lot of thick white stuff in the folds under the skin. It smelled so good. "He fucked me with it too." I said and started to lick all the funky buildup from under the ridge of his now throbbing cockhead. "He fucka you little ass with that big black dick?" He asked and grabbed the back of my head. He started to fuck his nice big italian dick into my mouth. "He had you leashed and tied up good." He laughed and fucked his meat into my throat with a grunt. "You a good little cocksucker, bambino, sucka that big, man dick boy." He got rougher with my head ramming it hard down on the stalk of his cock. "You a dirty littla faggot boy, getting fucked by big, black men ina the park toilet. Whore." He grabbed onto my hair with one hand and began to fuck my throat with deep, hard strokes. I got up on my hands and knees in the booth so that I could take his face fuck better. "Stick that fat little boy hole up ina the air." He said and I arched my back as much as I could. He reached forward with his free hand and started to beat my ass as he raped my face. "Eata my Italian cum, boy!" He growled, swatting me extra hard, at the same time shoving his cock as deep all the way in deep. I moaned around his meat letting him know that I wanted to eat all of his cum. He hit my ass hard again. "Eat it alla up." he said and pulled out a couple of inches then shoved it back home again and started to shoot. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean while he massaged my asscheeks and ran his fingers through my hair. "That'sa good boy." He said as my lips slurped on the head of his cock, licking the last drops off. A bell rang out as someone came into the shop. He tucked his junk away. I was still kneeling in the booth as he walked away. I sat up and wiped the spit from his face fuck from my cheeks and reached down into my shorts rubbing the slick spit into my pussy. It mixed with the vaseline and made a sloppier mess. I was shoving two fingers into myself when he walked back up with the soda. He set it down and then leaned into my ear and whispered to me. "You bringa that pussy back here ata closing time soon and I fucka you ass good, baby." He licked my ear with his thick tongue. "Enjoya the soda. It's ona the house." He twisted my nipple and walked away. I drank the soda while fingering out my tight, wet pussy. The lude was still going strong. I was relaxed and horny as fucked. I was glad I had so many more of those pills. I wondered what other drugs would make me feel like? I was really beginning to like the fact that everywhere I went men seemed to want to fuck with me. I know it was called molesting and that was supposed to be a bad thing, but it wasn't. I wanted it as bad or more than they did. I loved cock. I loved the way it felt when a man used me hard or called me names. I couldn't wait to get more of it. I left the candy shop with a wave to Mr. Siciliano and lit a smoke out front, got on my bike and headed to the truck stop. It was late afternoon now, 4ish and I rode down the dusty rode thinking about the guy in the park toilet that told me to check out the rest area yesterday at around this time. In the last 24 hours, I had gone from a kid sucking dick through a hole in the wall to doing drugs, getting completely controlled and fucked by a kid-rapist in the park, had my ass eaten by an old racist farmer, sucked off truckers, drank piss, got piss fucked into my ass and was covered in suck marks from the huge black, ex-con in the park that took my cherry. I thought about him as I parked behind the truckstop. I wish I coulda followed behind him on that leash everywhere, been his dog, got fucked by him everyday. But I was just a little kid. I wanted to finish school and stuff. I was a straight A student. I had dreams. I had to stick around for a while. But, I thought, as I tossed my smoke and stood there rubbing my asscheeks that still stung good from the spanking Mr. Sicilano gave them while he fucked my raw throat, I might use some of that money to take a bus an hour up north to Leavenworth some afternoon and see about what a prison town might have to offer a budding slut like me. I grabbed the small saddle bag off of my bike with the poppers, weed, pills and pipe inside of it, just in case, took one last deep breath of the the smell of diesel in the air, then turned and walked into the truckstop. Right when you entered there was a little store with everything a trucker might need. There were four hallways leading off from the central store with signs above them that read: Truck-driver Toilet & Showers, Diner, Motel, and Bar. There was no one else in the store but I could hear noises down the hallways. There was a huge older man, mid-fifties or so, sitting behind the counter doing figures and muttering under his breath a smoking cigar clenched in his lips. I don't think he even saw me standing there cause the counter was so tall. I stood there for a second breathing in the cigar smoke. It reminded me a little of the Swisher Sweet smoking, horny, black trucker last night that had fucked my face against the back wall of that building but the smell was stronger and the smoke thicker. It made me hard in my thin little shorts. "Excuse me, Sir?" I said and he looked up and then looked down and saw me. He smiled. "Yeah kid?" He asked in a kinda bark. "Um.." I licked my lips. I was a little afraid of him. "Are you Joe?" he nodded, impatient. "I met a trucker out back last night named Carl, Sir and he told me to come in here cause you'd want to meet me, but then I didn't come in until today." I said all in a rush. "Carl, huh?" he said and then leaned forward over the counter to look down at me better. "He the one that bite you up like that?" He asked with a smirk. "Um...no Sir. That was another man, this afternoon." I answered. He stood up and he towered above me. He was on a raised platform so he looked even bigger. I figured he was 6'4" or 5". I was beginning to be good at sizing men up. "Another black man?" He asked "Yes Sir. In the park." I answered lifting my hand up to run my fingers along the side of my neck and feel the bruises that still throbbed there. It made my dick even harder to have this man examine me like this. "Yeah, I've noticed that black men like to mark their fucks, mexicans do too." He pulled the cigar from between his teeth and pointed out back with it. "So you been working my back lot, huh boy? You just a little slutboy lot lizard or you been getting paid." He snarled at me. "No Sir, nobody paid me anything....I guess I'm just a lot lizard. That's what Carl called me. But last night was the first time I ever came here. I won't come back if it makes you mad." I said in a rush again. He made me nervous. I couldn't tell if he wanted to fuck me or beat me up. He looked really mad. Then his face broke out in a big grin. "Don't worry, kid. I aint mad atcha." He chuckled and reached forward with his big hand, the cigar still clenched in it and ruffled my hair. "Having someone like you around is good for business. I aint had a local whore in a while, since that bitch Cora took off with a trucker last month. You're a young `un, could be trouble, but I'll bet you be quiet a draw." He ran his hand over my neck and then smacked the back of my head lightly making me close my eyes and moan. He laughed when I did that. "I can see why the black men like you, boy. You like to be used hard, don'tcha?" He asked sticking the cigar back in his teeth and leaning his face down to mine. "I guess so Sir. The man in the park today tied me up and spit on me and ordered me around and I liked it, if that's what you mean." I said. "That's exactly what I mean, kid." He sat back in his chair. "Hey Deon, Whatcha need." He said over my head and I turned to see the black trucker from last night walking up from behind me. "Looks like you got what I need right here, Joe." Deon laughed and slapped my ass as he stepped up beside me at the counter. "How you doin, kid?" Deon asked fondling my ass with his big hand. "You know this little cocksucker, Deon?" Joe asked "Double teamed him with that ex-marine trucker, Dave at the rest area last night. Both of us fed him some piss and cum, took it like a fucking champ!" They both laughed as Deon ran his hand down under the elastic of my shorts and slid a finger into my slick hole. "Looks like the little whore got his cherry popped since then, though." He said. I arched my back so he could get better access to my pussy and groaned with lust around his thick finger as he added another. "Woulda done it myself if it didn't think I was in a hurry. Got that fucking cancellation right after I left the little fuck." He rammed me a little harder on when he called me a "little fuck". "Yeah, I guess some other black dude got to his hole and made it into a pussy in the park today. Probably that big fucking ex-con down from Leavenworth that faggot trucker Charlie came in here complaining about this morning, said he took his fun bag and stole a bunch of money from him. Said he was a huge guy, almost seven feet tall with a 12 inch cock. Probably exaggerating though, you know Charlie." "He was 6'7." I said trying to be helpful. "Then I guess it was him." Joe said chuckling. "Lucky fucker. Marked him up good too." Deon worked my pussy with his fingers hard and when Joe said this he reached his hand up and wrapped it around my neck. "Thought that looked like a nigga's necklace." Deon laughed twisting his fingers in my pussy. "Opened him up real good too. Musta been a big nigga dick." "My pussy was open a lot more after he fucked me." I said looking over at Deon. "I bet it was baby, but young pussy snaps back. It nice and tight and slick now. This bitch working fo you now, Joe?" Deon asked. "I'm too young to have a job." I piped up. "That's right little one." Joe said and reached his big hand forward again and stroked my cheek and winked at Deon. "But we might find something for you to do around here anyway." "Why don't you come on down to my room for a little while, boy. We'll have a little more fun." Deon asked and on the word fun he shoved another finger into my pussy hard to join the other two. "I'm gonna need a forty of malt and a pack of Newports, Joe. And I'll take this little whore for a couple of hours too. Regular deal?" "This one's on the house." Joe said putting the bottle of beer in a small bag. "Enjoy the little cunt." Joe winked at me and leaned over again this time sticking his tongue in my mouth and grabbing the back of my head. "Looks like you got yourself a job, bitch." He said as he pulled back and slapped my face playfully. Then he handed the bag to Deon, who ripped his fingers out of me, tucked the pack of smokes in his chest pocket, took his paper bag in one hand and grabbed me around the neck with the other and led me down the hallway marked Motel. ...To be continued.