Date: Mon, 03 Jun 2002 13:27:19 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Blackmale (Part 19)

BLACKMALE (PART 19) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)
BY: MOORE

Chapter 19

"I'll see you cocksuckers in school on Monday.  Eight o'clock, in
the cafeteria, don't be late.  A few of my players might want to
use one of you in the bathroom for a blow job or a quick fuck before
class. Oh, and don't you faggots forget to shave; arms, legs, pubes,
everything.  You boys can get dressed, Jake's got your clothes, and
you can leave.... after you pay Jake the money you owe him."

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Allan said in a hoarse voice as Reggie
left the room. "I must have swallowed a gallon of cum and my throat
is killing me."

"I know just how you feel,"  Cole responded.  "My throat's not so
bad, but my asshole is on fire.  Feels like a freight train's been
riding...., say could you do me a favor, Allan, and help me out of
this contraption so I can lower my legs?  Thanks pal.  Never knew
my knees could spread so wide apart."

"Cole?"

"Yeah, Allan."

"Can I ask you a question and promise you won't laugh or think I'm
nuts?"

Cole sat up and looked at his friend. "Allan," he said, "The two of
us are sitting in the back room of an adult book store. We just got
done servicing twenty five black guys from our high school football
team.  You got cum all over your face and dripping off your chin. I
got cum oozing out of my asshole. I may never laugh again. Go ahead
ask your question."

"Well, um, I, ok here goes.  Did you cum?  You know, shoot off, have
an orgasm?  Aw shit, I knew you would laugh."

Cole had a smile on his face, but he wasn't laughing. "Did you?"

Allan blushed and played with the cum on his face.  "Three times,"
he admitted sheepishly, "but I never even touched my cock.  I swear
it, I never touched my cock.  After the third blow job I sort of
got used to having a dick in my mouth, it started to feel good and
I got all excited and I came."

Cole was blushing now. "Four."

"For what?"

"Four cums.  While I was being fucked. I came four times."

Jake heard the loud and unbridled laughter, outside in the shop
where he was showing a pair of tit clamps to one of his regular
customers.  "No, the glory holes aren't staffed yet," he explained,
"Just a couple of boys left over from working a private party. If
you need a blow, at the usual rates of course, and you can wait,
I think they'll both be amenable to a bit of cocksucking in a few
minutes."

"Did you, you know, play with your cock or did you just cum from
being fucked,"  Allan asked.

"Only the first time. Digger made me play with it while he was
fucking me.  He kept calling me pussy boy and asking me how I
liked his big black dick in my pussy. I gotta admit it felt good
to jerk off and cum with a cock up my ass.  The next three times,
Allan, I was on my hands and knees over by the mirror. Watching
myself get fucked, a hard cock penetrating my hole, hairy nuts
slapping against my ass, guys lined up waiting for a turn in my
ass, it was so hot. Just talking about it....say, Allan...., you
wanna fuck me?"

"COMES TO A hundred dollars each, boys.  Twenty bucks for the
collar, ten for the tag and seventy bucks for seven thongs. I
know ten bucks for such a tiny piece of fabric seems crazy, but
whaddya gonna do, and Reggie wants you fags wearing a different
color thong every day.  Plus ten bucks more for storing your
clothes all afternoon."

"I don't have so much money, Jake."  "Me either.  Can't we owe
it to you?"

"Life sucks," Jake said easily to Allan and Cole standing at the
store's check out counter.  Several of Jake's regular customers
were eyeballing the boys, naked except for the cum soaked and
tattered thongs they wore.  "Sorry boys, no credit. In god we
trust, fags pay cash. Pay up now or I toss you into the street.
Reggie'll be pissed off on Monday, when you show up not wearing
a thong, but hey, that's not my problem."

"Can't we at least have our clothes, Jake?  We can't go out on the
street, show up at home, like this.  My mother, oh shit, her job.
Please, Jake, there must be something Allan and I can do, to earn
some money."

This is sweet, almost too easy, Jake thought as he walked around
the counter to stand between the two boys.  Rolled up in one hand,
two short lengths of chain.  "Let me see," he said, stroking his
chin, feigning deep thought.  "What can a pair of gay boys do to
earn some money in an adult book store?  Got any ideas?"

Cole and Allan huddled for a moment: "Sell blow jobs, Allan! Suck
dick for money!  You gotta be kidding!"

"Hold on a sec, Cole, hear me out on this.  We're fags, right, the
two of us, cocksucking, cum swallowing faggots."

"Ok, ok. You're right," Cole admitted. "Pussy boys too, remember,
we got fucked today?  My asshole still hurts and look, cum is still
oozing out and dripping down my legs. But keep it down, the whole
world doesn't need to know it."

"That's exactly what's gonna happen if we can't pay Jake for the
dog collars and thong underwear.  By the way," Allan chuckled as he
grabbed Cole's crotch, "I think you look kind of cute in a thong.
Reggie'll surely circulate the photos of us sucking each other's
cock and the whole school will know that we're gay. My parents,
your mom; we can't let that happen...., or can we?"

"What's it gonna be boys," Jake said as he waved hello to three
leather clad bikers and four burly construction workers.  The place
was filling up nicely and at twenty bucks a blow, Jake was looking
forward to a substantial profit. "You fags come up with any ideas
yet?  I don't have all day."

Cole too noticed all the men that had come into the store and
wondered if any of them would actually pay for a blow job; pay
him to suck them off, and how much.  There was only one way to
find out so he took Jake aside and asked.

"Five bucks per blow job, Allan.  Jake says he'll pay us a lousy
five bucks to suck dick in one of his glory holes.  Do the math
and that's twenty blow jobs each to make the money we need.....,
and make us into whores, cheap whores."

"We gotta do it,"  Allan said quickly, massaging his jaw. "It's
blackmail, but we have no choice.  My mouth is still sore from
sucking off the football team.  Well, at least in a glory hole
we'll be sucking cock without an audience. It was so humiliating,
so degrading, being watched while a guy shoves his cock between
my lips and empties his balls in my mouth."

Cole and Allan followed Jake inside glory hole #3 where he promptly
locked one end of a two foot chain on to each of their collars, put
them side by side on their knees, and locked the other end of the
chains to bolts in the wall. The chains were long enough to allow
free head movement, but not so long that the boys could stand up.
Jake had no intention of freeing Allan or Cole, his cocksuckers,
after twenty blow jobs.  This was Saturday, no work tomorrow. Men
would be coming in for blow jobs, paying for blow jobs, all night
long.  Also, Allan was wrong to think there'd be no audience.  The
walls and ceiling of #3 were mirrors, one-way mirrors.  Saturday
was date night and Jake did a brisk business selling five dollar
tickets to all kinds of couples who liked to watch cocksuckers at
work.

"Now don't forget to collect a token from each customer before he
sticks his meat in your mouth," Jake explained to Allan and Cole.
After he cums, well, some guys'll stiff you and I'm only paying you
for the tokens collected. Also remember that in here you're fags,
cocksuckers, a mouth for hire. Give the customer the kind of blow
job he wants, fast, slow, whatever.  Guys'll want to cum in your
throat or spurt into your open mouth, maybe cum all over your face.
Say thank you and move on to the next blow job. Suck 'em good and
suck 'em fast.  Got a big crowd out there."

"Not more than twenty," Cole said, alarmed.  "Twenty blow jobs
was the deal.  This is America and we got rights, you know."

Jake burst out laughing. "Yeah sure, rights. You mean like in the
constitution?  A cocksucker's bill of rights?  You two fags got
rights.... the same rights as a scumbag.  Cut the crap and listen
close.  You wanna jerk off while suckin' dick?  Fine, but lick it
up after you cum and lick the spunk off each other too.  I don't
want dried cum on the walls or puddles of cum on the floor."

Jake checked his watch and saw it was time to begin.  He closed
and locked the door to glory hole #3 just as two fat black cocks
came through the holes.  He waited an anxious moment, listening.
The tension left his face when he heard what he was waiting for;
the sound of sucking and slurping.  The sound of his cocksuckers
hard at work on a pair of hard cocks.

Hours later, Jake said goodbye, cum again, to the night's last
group of satisfied customers.  He locked the door, shut the lights
and returned to #3 to check on his boys.  The floor was littered
with tokens, Cole and Allan had taken on all cummers.  "We decided
something, Jake," Cole said.  "We're coming out!"

"Be patient. I'll have your chains off in a minute."

"Not out of this glory hole,"  Allan said.  "Well, that too, but
that's not what Cole meant.  We're coming out of the closet.  I'm
gonna tell my parents, Cole's gonna tell his mother, we're gay."
"And on Monday, in school," Cole added, "We're gonna let our
classmates know.  We don't want to hide it anymore.  We love each
other and after today, especially after tonight, we both realized
that we love to suck cock."

"What about the team?" Jake asked.

"Oh, we'll take good care of the football team,"  Allan and Cole
said in unison.  "We're not giving up all those big black dicks,
all those black males. This is just the end of blackmail."