Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2016 21:27:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Faggot Collector Part 4

Faggot Collector (part 4)

Jeff longed for BBC, but rarely got it.  He thought he would do nearly
anything to get it regularly – or would he?  I hope you enjoy this work
of fiction.

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I was completely shocked to find that Jamal had posted a picture of me
sucking him on Craigslist.  I felt like the entire world was being told my
secret.

I called him and protested.  He just laughed and said, "Who is going to see
it?  Does your wife read Craigslist?  Only suckers and guys wanting
blowjobs will ever read it, so don't worry about it.  Your picture will
stay up until number 80 comes along."

Jamal continued, "I will send you a link to a yahoo group I want you to
join – it's all my suckers, so you all know who you are."

I was beginning to feel really out of control – there would be more and
more people who know I sucked Jamal, and I had no idea how to contain it.

As I thought about it I realized that I didn't really care who knew I was a
cocksucker as long as it wasn't anyone I knew.  I resolve to do what I was
told and not give Jamal reason to out me to my mother, boss and wife.

I kept the BJ appointment I made for after work, arriving at a local
Walmart, and going to the appliance department as directed.  There I asked
for Ed, and was directed to a tall skinny black guy who looked to be no
older than 20.

He took me to the back of the store and outside next to a dumpster and
cardboard compacter.  Standing between the two, he took out his cock and I
obediently dropped to my knees.  I sucked him and he kept saying how much
he loved a white boy's mouth.  I suppose that was kind of insulting but I
enjoyed hearing it, and was glad to be sucking him.

Soon he shot his load and pulled out.  I swallowed and thanked him, just as
another black guy approached and unzipped.  He was an older guy, and his
cock wasn't any bigger than most of the white cocks I had sucked, but it
was black, and that made it better.  I sucked him and soon he rewarded my
efforts.  I swallowed and thanked him.  I stood up and brushed off my knees
and went home to my wife.

With all the new BJ requests I had been receiving I was not able to keep up
with my regulars, but I knew that the requests had to be honored – or
else!

The next day I had BJ appointments for 7am and lunch time, which I kept.
So far none of them interfered with my job, and I hoped I could keep it
that way.  They guys all were pretty flexible about scheduling so far.

I received a call from Jamal telling me I was to attend a reception he was
hosting on Friday evening from 7pm to 9pm.  I told him I would try to make
it and he told me to be there no matter what.

I realized now that I had surrendered my freedom to Jamal – all just to
suck BBC.  Sure, I loved the sucking, but I had paid a very high price for
it.

That night I told my wife that I had a business dinner on Friday night.
She questioned me because this had never happened before, and I nervously
said that it was something new the boss was trying.  She asked if wives
were invited and told her not yet.

That sure felt awkward.  In the past I used to just suck cock when I had
the chance but never had to make up stories like this – I hoped they
were believable enough.

On Friday night I arrived at the address Jamal had given me.  It was a huge
house in a gated community and I needed a pass code to get in.  I rang the
doorbell and a tall black woman greeted me and invited me in.

"So you're Jamal's new guy?" she asked.

I nodded and she took me to a small bedroom where she told me to undress
and put a skirt on and some lipstick.  I didn't like it, there was no point
in making a fuss about it.

When I had changed she led me out to a patio area in the back where there
were dozens of black couples socializing.  She took me to Jamal, who
welcomed me and told me I would be meeting some very important people.

Jamal explained that he had organized a group of influential black leaders
who enjoyed the attention of white sissies like me.  I didn't like being
called a sissy, but I suppose it was accurate.  He said that we were on our
way to racial harmony as more and more white boys submitted to black men.

Jamal introduced me to his wife, Shayla, who promptly reached under my
skirt and grabbed my cock.  It startled me and Shayla giggled, saying, "Get
used to being handled, boy – Jamal likes all the black women to handle
the white sissy boys – it makes us appreciate the REAL MEN.

I was fully hard now, but clearly not as big as the many black men around
me.  Shayla asked, "How many BBCs have you sucked this week?"

"Seventeen," I answered.

"Not bad for a new guy," Shayla replied, "But some white sissies do over a
hundred – of course that's their full time job!"

I was led around and introduced to many couples.  In most cases the man
would tell me that he looked forward to my mouth, and the woman would feel
my cock.

Jamal then explained that tonight they would determine what my current
limit was.

"My limit?" I asked.

"How many loads you can swallow without throwing up," Jamal replied, "you
are probably good for 10 or 12 right now, but that will increase with
practice."

He took me back to the bedroom where I had changed, where a doctor awaited.
Jamal introduced me to Dr. Sherwood.

Dr. Sherwood began, "Tonight you will swallow 25 loads, but will feel
nauseous long before that.  You will tell me when you feel that way and I
will give you an anti-nausea shot, which will allow you to continue.

You will not have anything to eat but the cum you are given, and I will
want you to report to me how you feel throughout the night and tomorrow
morning.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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