Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2017 03:47:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Tman Whoosit Subject: My Name is Tee part 1 My name is Tee. I'm a successful married black man and this is the story of how I became a total freak. I hope you enjoy. If you ain't an adult then quit reading. If you got an open mind read on. I grew up on the edge between the "good" white middle class neighborhood and the black hood. My mom was a teacher at the highschool and my dad was a handyman. He mostly did small carpenter and odd jobs in the nice neighborhood. He was in his early 40s. Dark skin with short grey hair and a goatee that was mostly grey. Short but well built he was known by just about everybody as Pops. I was still in jr high when my eyes got opened in a big way. It was late fall but the weather was still warm, I was just about leave for school in the morning when it came over the TV that the Jr high had a water main bust and would be closed for the day. I wanted to stay home alone but momma wasn't having none of that and she told Pops to just take me with him. I argued I was old enough to watch after myself and dad agreed but there wasn't no changing her mind. I was a little upset that Pops seemed to not want me around but after breakfast he had me hop in his truck and we headed out. The morning went pretty quick with me acting as helper to Pops. First we hung up a closet door for a nice older lady in a fancy house. After she handed over a few folded bills we got back in the truck and Pops pulled out the little black notebook he kept in his back pocket and checked the next job he had lined up. We cleaned gutters at one house for a while and fixed a fence at another. Pops seemed like he was over whatever was bothering him earlier and I was having a pretty good time. We grabbed a quick lunch and I saw his expression change when he checked his notebook for the next job. We headed back and ended up at a house I recognized. It was across the street from a park that had a full basketball court. It was only a few blocks from our house and I would ride my bike there to play pickup games during the summer. A guy that was a few grades ahead of me named Baxter lived there and we had shoot hoops a few times, we wasn't really friends but knew each other even though he was older. When we stopped in front of the house Pops told me he needed to handle this job by himself. He told me I should head over to the park and shoot some ball, that Mr Bennett was particular about people being in his house. I was a little confused but aint think too much about it and headed over the court. There was always a couple old basket balls laying around over there and I found one and started shooting. I noticed Pops grabbed a small little tool box out from behind the seat and not his regular tools from the bed of the truck. I shot for a bit but got bored being by myself and wondered if Baxter was home from school yet and maybe he would want to shoot some. I walked over to the house but didn't want to ring the doorbell and make Pops mad after he told me not to bother Mr Bennett so I walked around the side and was looked in the windows to see if Baxter was in there. I aint see nothing but an empty livng room in the first window and empty dining room in the second one I looked in. But the third window I looked in I saw the kitchen and it wasn't empty. Pops was standing near the kitchen table, he still had his work boots on but his overalls was unbuckled and bunched up around his ankles. His shirt was on the floor and he was leaning forward a bit holding on to the edge of the kitchen table. Mr Bennett was behind Pops, hands on his hips and thrusting away. Mr Bennett was a stocky hairy white man with a bit of a beer gut but he weren't fat just big and wide. He was sweating as he pumped away into Pops' ass. I'd seen porn plenty of times but hadn't ever watched anything with two guys going at it. I was frozen in place standing in the bushes looking in the kitchen window as I watched my Pops, the manliest dude I'd known get fucked like a slut in a porn vid. I could hear grunting and the slapping of thighs as Mr Bennett really pounded his white dick into that black ass. Pops had his eyes closed and had a look I'd never seen before on his face and I could tell that he was rocking his hips and pushing his ass back. As he did his cock which I'd never seen before was flopping up and down. I'd compared mine to other boys in the shower and I knew I had a decent sized but Pops' looked huge as it bounced around. I was hypnotized by the fucking I was seeing when I heard Pops' voice as he started saying "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit" over and over. His back arched and it seemed like Mr Bennett slammed even harder into his ass then all at once Pops started cumming, Two, then three, then four thick ropes of cum launched out of his cock onto the kitchen table. At the same time Mr Bennett let out a deep grunt that sounded like an animal and he slammed in hard and held tight against Pops' ass. Mr Bennett twitched a few times then shivered as he started to pull back away. I suddenly realized that I was right outside the window in broad daylight and that as Pops started to open his eyes him or Mr Bennet could see me and so I took off running. I'd only taken a couple steps when I realized my dick was rock hard. I'd been so shocked staring that I hadn't even noticed but when I started sprinting I felt my cock bouncing around in my loose shorts. My hardon had done went down by time I got back across the street to the park and picked up a ball and started shooting. I was way off and barely even hit the rim as my mind was going million miles an hour. I'd only taken a couple shots when I saw Pops leaving Mr Bennetts house. His shirt was back on and his overalls was pulled back up and the shoulder straps in place. He ain't even seem to walk funny to the truck as I tried to pretend like I weren't even watching him. After he put the little red toolbox back behind the seat he waved me over. My heart was racing as I hopped in the truck and I couldn't look at him but in my mind I couldn't shake the picture of him getting assfucked. He told me that was the last job of the day and he said I was such a good helper that we would go get some ice cream. As we sat down to eat the ice cream he was acting nervous and I was freaking out thinking he had seen me or knew that I saw him. Finally he tells me that no need to tell momma that I left him at the park alone for a while. I realized that was all he was worried about and it was such a relief I smiled and he smiled back and things kinda got normal between us again. That night after supper I laid in bed and tried to sleep but it weren't no use. I grabbed my laptop and went to porn site that I knew thinking if I could jack off and cum I could shake the image out my head and get some rest. I found a vid of my favorite subject a real pretty blonde lady sucking cock. I watched it for a little bit and slowly stroked my dick but it was like I couldn't focus on it. I tried a lesbian vid with two hot blondes that was always sure fire quick way to bust a nut for me I was slow jacking my cock still couldn't get into it. I closed my eyes and my mind flashed to the scene from earlier. I could see clear as a bell Pops leaning on that table gripping the edge and bucking his hips back. I could see Mr Bennet's face as he fucked like a piston. I could see his broad white hairy chest flex as he slammed forward. I didn't even realize I was bucking my own hips as I jacked my dick harder and faster and when I remembered hearing my Pops grunting out "Oh shit" I started cumming. I blasted 4 or 5 nice ropes of cum onto my own chest as I lay on my bed. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at the white cum on my smooth dark chest. I was breathing heavy and couldn't remember ever busting a nut that hard before. I wiped my chest with a towel that was beside my bed and realized my laptop was still on. I closed the porn I had been watching real quick and was finally feeling like maybe I could get to sleep but I was wrong. Just as I was about to close the laptop I got a notification of getting a DM. That wasn't strange lots of my boys would hit me up on messenger. I clicked it open and froze. It was a message from Mr. Bennett. To be contiuned...... If you are still reading this I'd like to say thanks and I hoped you liked it. I'm sorry for any typos or bad grammar I'm not very good at writing. If there is any interest I can continue this story with more chapters. I'm always happy to hear constructive criticism, what you liked, what you didn't etc..... send any comments or questions to callmetman@yahoo.com