Kappa Kappa Cocksucker

Chapter 14: "Martin Gets His"

The next day in the house Martin corralled Dante in the kitchen just after dinner and the daytime cook had left the frat house. Friday night in the house was a traditional `All-Bruthas-Eat' night where all the Kappa Kappa members and pledges—those who lived in the house and those who didn't-- got together for a big meal, lovingly cooked by Miss Emma. Miss Emma was a warmhearted, zoftig black woman whose motherly ways to young men missing their own mommas had made her a fixture of the Kappa fraternity family landscape going on 20 years already. She was pretty universally loved by all. She and her husband Ben had both been welcomed, she as head cook and her beloved Ben, whose curmudgeonly behavior hadn't fooled any of them about how much he loved being part of a community of young black men doing right and making their ways in a world very different than the one he'd known. Miss Emma still heard regularly from young men she'd seen do well, and in her way had helped. Her fans spread out across the years she'd cooked for `her young men,' across careers and countries. Martin made sure she and Ben were in their car leaving before he leaned in close in a conspiratorial whisper. "You know I'm down, right, and you know my muthafuckin' ass helped YO' ass bring this shit around that `bout to happen right?" Martin noted Dante's small nod, Dante noted Martin seemed pretty aggressive, maybe even a little pissed off. "So do a brutha a solid," Martin continued, intently focused on Dante's eyes, his face leaned in closer than Dante would have wanted. "I wanna git my dick wet NOW, shiit. Why I got to wait another 4 hours to get my dick sucked? Ain't you said you runnin' the bitch, she gets off on having you tell her what to do? I got five days o' young brutha ball juice draggin' my nuts down and I didn't get no pussy last night like Terrence did, AND I didn't get my balls emptied down some bitch cocksucker's throat once or twice today already like all you other muthafuckas."

"Whatchyou want?" Dante asked, moving his own head further back since Martin seemed content to stay up in Dante's face. Dante thought Martin needed to learn how to negotiate with people, that the `in-your-face asshole-ish stuff' had a shelf life that didn't smell right this far into adulthood. He thought it, but didn't figure he'd be open to counsel from a freshman pledge.

"I want my muthafuckin' dick 11 goddamn inches down yo' bitch's throat and I don't want to wait til later on in no muthafuckin' LINE to get the job done." Martin's voice still had an edge of anger in it Dante didn't like or understand.

"Damn, dude, you need to chill a bit and back up off a brutha," opined Dante. "You all crazy and pushy and shit."

"You mean crazy and pushy like a nigga who walkin' `round with nuts draggin' a five day load who AIN'T gettin' pussy and who only hearin' `bout other niggas gettin' THEY dicks sucked twice a day? You mean that kinda crazy??" Martin's demeanor was still edgy, but he also calmed down a bit.

"I hear you brutha," empathized Dante, "but not sure there's anything I can do about it til tonight. Bitch and I got an arrangement, yeah, and she do what I tell her to do `cuz it makes her pussy wet to be bossed around but she also got obligations to other dicks today plus she gotta work to stay in school."

"Fuck!" expressed Martin. "But I bet you got your dick wet this morning and got yours, huh?"

"Well, yeah," admitted Dante with a sheepish grin.

"Muthafucka," Martin moaned, left hand torturing his joint while he talked. "What's the longest you gone without gittin' yo' dick sucked since you started runnin' this bitch?"

Dante had to stop and think for a minute. When he realized the answer, his grin was pretty wide. "'Bout 7 hours," came the reply.

"See? That's the shit, that's what I need, a no-hassle cocksuckin' bitch that just drop and hit her ho' knees whenever I need to bust a nut." Martin was just talkin', but he also caught himself beginning to wrap his head around the idea he just expressed, and really fuckin' likin' it. If these other bruthas could catch and train and use a cocksucker on the side while a man handled his other business, why not him? He knew his 11" dick was gonna play well in any scenario where a ho' hungry for dick met his. There was a pause in the conversation of Martin's doing, and Dante noticed him caught up in considering what he'd just said. "Yo' nigga, you need to school me on how you find one of these cocksuckin' `ho's so I can get in on this shit on my own."

"Yeah, I can do that shit for a brutha," Dante agreed, thinking it was a good end to the conversation and getting increasingly uncomfortable still promoting the idea a horny slutty female was going to be servicing his brothers. His original plan was to get Terrence and Martin serviced and see what they thought of the experience. Dante was counting on the head to be so incredible that they would ultimately not give a shit it was a dude servicing them. Plus, there was always a lot of appreciable resentment among the brothas for white society's discriminations and oppression, so Dante was also counting on the bruthas likin' the idea of a white boy on his knees servicing them. Dante was also beginning to feel sure, without knowing why, that Martin was not going to give a shit as long as he was cummin' down some cocksucka's throat. He grinned to himself at the thought of Martin's reaction when he experienced for the first time ever a throat that took him balls deep.

"I got you, my brutha," Dante smiled, offering up a Kappa Kappa handshake, and adding "plus I'm gonna make sure yo' ass is first in line for the `ho tonight."

"Thass somethin' at least," groaned Martin. "But my ass is so fuckin' horny I could just find a hole in a tree and hit that," he joked, his hands in his drawers trying to arrange his boned junk so it wasn't so obvious, backing away from Dante. But the hole in the tree reference had given him an idea, and he waited until Dante was out of sight before he headed in the direction of the Arts Building.

His junk never went down so the trip across campus on a midmorning Friday meant he had to keep his left hand in his pocket holding the impressive dick down against his thigh. He thought he noticed some looks, from dudes and females, at his crotch but he paid them no attention. He was beginning to feel hopeful about getting his dick sucked real soon.

He bust into the ground floor Arts Building bathroom like he was there to kick some ass, his aggression from backed up nut affecting all he was doing right now. There was no one in sight, but he couldn't hear anything. He listened closely, and developed the feeling that he wasn't in here alone. His loud swagger at shoving the door open and busting in probably scared and silenced whoever was there. He waited a minute in silence, then quietly moved toward the two stalls where he knew the glory hole was located. Increasingly he began to feel certain there was a cocksucker in the house who was gonna drain his aching nuts.

He was right that he wasn't alone in there. He saw a pair of sneakers in the furthest stall, but they were facing the toilet bowl like a dude was standing there pissing. But he'd been in that position for a couple minutes and there wasn't any sound of a dick emptying piss into the bowl. Martin continued watching, and he thought there might have been some kind of whispering happening. If there was someone else in there with him, he was keeping his legs and feet from view. Martin figured some dude was getting his dick sucked with the cocksucker in front of him sitting on the toilet with his legs folded under him. Martin wondered for a moment if he would still like getting head if he could see the dude suckin' him. He didn't think so.

But shit was up, and there were some dudes in there getting it on. He backed away, and made a show of flushing one of the urinals, turning the water on for a second, and then opening the door and letting it swoosh shut, all to give the illusion to the dudes in the last stall they were in there alone again. It worked.

When he creeped around to check out the stalls a second time, there was now an extra pair of feet in front of the original pair Martin had seen, but they were facing the same direction as the feet behind them. Just as Martin began to realize what was going on, he heard a voice moaning like a female and saying shit like `Ohh, please... yes... fuck me good... oh baby, you so good, I love your dick in my pussy."

"Pussy?" thought Martin. Though the voice had a feminine edge to it, he could tell it was a man trying to act like a female. "That sure as fuck is NOT pussy," he thought to himself, "that's a dude sticking his dick up some other dude's ass." The thought shocked him somewhat. Though he'd often imagined fucking a girl in the ass and tried to get that to happen several times, no female had ever let him do more than stick a couple fingers in and once just the head a little bit before she made him pull out. As conscious as he was of dudes who sucked another dude's dick at a glory hole the idea of ass fucking a dude just somehow never entered his consciousness. He decided to sneak into the other stall and look at what was happening in the other stall.

Plus, thinking they were alone, the dialogue and volume of the two was easily heard now. "You like this big dick in your ass, faggot?" "Ooooh, yes, baby, that dick soo good in my pussy, don't stop," came the reply, again in a faux-female sounding voice. "Now you do all the work, bitch," came a command, "I'm just gonna stand here and I want you to wreck your pussy on my dick, make me cum, `ho. Ride that shit like a good little faggot."

"Daaaayyyuuuummm," thought Martin, "this shit is officially hot" as he quietly maneuvered himself into the open stall and sat. As he was leaning over to look through the glory hole to see what was going on, he could hear the female-sounding faggot moaning and grunting and the sloppy wet sound dick makes in a really wet hole. He quickly grabbed up his hard, and now leaking, junk and began earnestly stroking it. If there was a faggot over there willing to let a dude fuck him in the ass like he had a pussy, then the faggot would definitely be one that would suck his dick and swallow that huge backlog of brutha-nut currently weighing him down. The audio to the scene was hot enough that he had to slow his stroke so as not to cum.

Peeking into the other stall, he was not prepared for what he saw. It was a white dude doing the fucking and a black dude bent over the toilet and moaning like a bitch, throwing her pussy back and forth hard on the dude. It stopped being hot to him and instead he got angry. He knew dudes that had some sugar in they tank, all families got `em but he had never actually thought of them in action and definitely not seen it. Martin was not cool with the black dude being the bitch getting used in an interracial situation. Martin definitely stopped finding it hot and leaned back and let go of his dick. Now he wasn't even sure he'd want the nelly brutha to suck his dick. But what he heard next changed everything.

"Yeah, faggot, you know how to ride a dick doncha'? You gonna make this big white dick shoot a load all up into your n----- pussy. You want that shit, don't you n----- bitch? Fuckin' tell me you want it. Tell me you want my white man load all deep up in your n----- hole."

The nelly bottom started acting and saying what the white dude wanted, but Martin had already jumped up off the toilet in his stall, slamming the metal door hard and standing in front of the door to the other stall. "AWW HELL NO! I AM NOT HEARING THAT SHIT! NO FUCKIN' WAY!!" slamming his fists against the door. The force of his rage-full fists on the door was so intense that the door popped open hard, slamming against the partition wall. It just barely missed the akimbo arms of the white dude with his pants and drawers lowered mid-thigh and his hands holding the black dude around the waist. As he hadn't planned for the door to pop open, Martin was frozen a second unsure what he wanted to do next.

"WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE? WHASS YOUR FUCKIN' PROBLEM?" came the startled response from the white dude. He was definitely shocked, maybe even scared, but he kept the white boy privilege-drenched attitude in his voice as unaware of it as any other white dude who thinks he made it to where he is based on his own merit.

"YOU, MUTHAFUCKA. YOU MY FUCKIN' PROBLEM!" Martin responded loudly, but with a measured intensity that was all testosterone. Martin's fists unconsciously balled at his side, though the white boy noticed it. The nelly black kid didn't have much of a view of what was going on, but he was trying to look around and holding still waiting to see what the fuck was going to happen. And scared. All he could see was the imposing lower half of a tower of a black man.

"Geez, dude, you could fuckin' wait your turn," said the white boy, turned at the waist to look at Martin. "I was about to get my nut, then it's your turn."

Martin was running on pure rage, unsure what he was going to do next. But the white boy was not de-escalating the situation, he was worsening it. In a flash Martin made his move. "NAW WHITEBOY, YOU SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GETTING THIS NUT IN THE BRUTHA," clamping his huge hand on the crown of the white dude's thick blonde hair and grabbing tight, intending for it to hurt. He used the grasp to pull the dude backwards, dick coming out of the black dude's asshole shiny and wet. Martin kept backstepping the muthafucka til they were out of the stall altogether and Martin turned the man's face toward his. Now the white kid was scared and acting it.

"PULL UP YO' PANTS AND COVER UP THAT TINY PIECE OF DICK YOU RUNNIN' AROUND WITH. I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT SHIT." The white boy complied, and Martin never released nor loosened the painful tug and control of the clump of hair at the crown of his head, his hand guiding and following him down while he white boy pulled up his pants and drawers and straightened.

"WASS YOUR FUCKIN' NAME?" Martin demanded, anger on his face and his hand controlling the direction of the white boy's face, making him look at him while he snarled and intentionally frightened the muthafucka.

"Jeff" came his timid reply his voice shaking and his body language desperately trying to pull away, though the kid was too scared to actually physically confront the big black man.

"NAW, ASSHOLE, YOUR WHOLE NAME," responded Martin, jerking the jerk by the hair for emphasis.

"Ow, wait a minute man, that shit hurts," whined Jeff.

"NO FUCKIN' DOUBT," answered Martin, "AND IT AIN'T HALF AS HARD AS YOU GONNA HURT IF I EVER HEAR YOU SAY `NIGGA' AGAIN. YOU GOT THAT?"

Now that the nelly black kid could look around and watch what was unfolding, he'd begun to get really turned on by Martin's macho behavior. He'd begun to hope that the dude would fuck him rough, and as he thought it felt his asspussy clutch, recently evacuated of a good dick shoving up in him. He had been keeping his asspussy stuck up in the air bent over the toilet hoping that was the right way to stay as a signal his pussy was open to the big black dude, but as he heard Martin rail against the white dude using the `n' word, he got a little scared of what the black dude would say or do to him for letting the white dude use it. He turned around and sat down timidly, knees together like a female and his hands folded in his lap. He watched the tense situation progress, but turned way the fuck on by it.

"WHASS YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN' NAME BITCH? NOW." Martin still controlling the dude by the clump of hair, still making it hurt without letup.

"Jeffrey Cooper," came white boy's reply. Voice shaky, eyes wide in fear. He was probably trembling too but Martin's contact was with his head and staring hard into the punk's eyes.

"WHERE YOU FUCKIN' LIVE? WHAT DORM?" Martin continued the interrogation.

"Swinford Hall," white boy managed to squeak out.

Martin felt a shift internally that was lessening his rage, but he kept it up `cuz he wanted to scare the shit out of the white boy. He really had been thinkin' about messing up the dude's face, but now he realized he wasn't going to lose it that far.

"Aaaiiight, you little faggot bitch," words Martin had chosen specifically, "Jeffrey Cooper little faggot bitch that lives in Swinford Hall and likes to say `nigga.' and likes to stick his tiny little weenie in brutha's fat asses, lissen up. You EVER say `nigga' again, I'm gonna find you and fuck you up. I'll smack you around so hard yo' ancestors gonna hurt. And if I ever catch you stickin' your nasty little white boy dick in another brutha, me and my frat brothers gonna snatch you up and you gonna spend a weekend tied up in the basement taking as many loads up yo' ass as the 30 of us can pump out, and we gonna take Polaroids of it for all yo' friends and dorm fuckers. You got that?"

"Yes sir," the boy trembled out. "Sir?" Martin thought, liking it.

"I ain't playin', fool," Martin added.

"Yes sir, I'll be good," the frightened white boy answered quickly. Martin had to stifle a laugh at how punk this white boy was acting after moments ago trying to tear up another brutha's ass and talking smack.

"Aiiight then, get the fuck outta here," Martin announced, releasing the boy's hair and watching him grab his head to rub it while scurrying out of there. Martin laughed again, only this time out loud. Little bitch hadn't even finished putting his pants or shirt together before running out the door. "Fuck that felt good," Martin thought to himself.

Now it was time to turn his attention to the scared little black dude who let himself be treated like that. Martin had been mad at both of them, and intended to lay that shameless ho'in' black punk out to whale shit. But the giddy delight he felt in getting to do what he'd just done to the white boy had actually calmed him toward the black dude.

Martin took him in, checking him out. Dude was soft alright, small with a tiny bit of extra weight that essentially helped feminize him with softness and curves. Little fucker had some really pretty eyes, cocoa brown with incredibly thick lashes and fat pouty lips that looked like they'd welcome a dick. He had a short `fro, and was completely naked, his clothes folded on top of the toilet lid. Martin thought he looked a little scared, but thought the kid relaxed once he saw Martin laughing.

Martin leveled his stare at the dude. "What the fuck wrong wit' you??" Martin started out. "How you let a white man talk to you like that?"

"I dunno," started out the black dude, noticeably raising his vocal register to sound girly again. "I jus' like it."

"You LIKE that shit??" Martin asked, shocked.

"Yeahhhh... I dunno why, it's hot to me," he offered sheepishly, realizing that he may be in for some of the same as the white boy got.

"You fuckin' LIKE being degraded like that, after all the white man done to us and is still doin'?" Martin wanted to know.

"I know it ain't right, but I cain't help it," whined the little dude. "It's not like I let anyone disrespect me out in the world, I like it but just during sex." Martin lightened up a little, it not being the first time he knew people got off being treated nasty and talked to nasty during sex. He had a girl like that; a strong powerful church-going grown female older than him and successful out in the world but who liked him to treat her like a slut and a whore in the bedroom. He'd actually gotten off on it a bit himself. He was a long way from ultimately understanding sexual fantasies had a value system all their own, though he wasn't sure he'd ever be cool with racial slurs against black folks no matter the setting.

"Thass some crazy shit," Martin added, though with a lot less vitriol this time. There was even some gentleness in the response.

"I know baby," cooed the still-horny black kid, "but maybe I could make it up to you some for riling you up by letting you take out some of that angry on my poor little butthole pussy," the kid responded, rolling himself to one side and exposing a round fat high plump-as-shit ass, the wet and shiny hole staring back at Martin and the little fucker's fingers pushing in and out two or three at a time. Martin had lost his erection with all the anger of the situation, but watching the little sissy clamping and shutting his pussy made it look pretty good to Martin, and his junk began to plump again.

"Naw, I don't roll like `dat," Martin replied. "I don't fuck dudes in the ass. I fuck real pussy."

"Ooooohh, honey. You just don't know how real this pussy is," the kid responded, winking his asshole faster and faster. Martin was a bit mesmerized, and began to think about what it must feel like to have your dick in a hot wet hole that was grabbing and squeezing and milking your dick. His junk expanded another 20% thinking about it.

"Naw, I ain't like that," objected Martin once again, though his resolve seemed to be weakening.

"What did you come here for then baby? I'm guessing you didn't come in here to use the facilities," the little black kid turning on all the seductive powers he had. "What did Daddy want up in here?"

No way for the kid to know it, but being called "Daddy" by a female while fucking her really turned him on. "I came to get my muthafuckin' dick sucked by somebody who know what they doin'," came Martin's reply, moving both hands to cup his substantial package and pull it up and forward like he was helping out a cocksucker get to it.

"Oooh yes Daddy, I love to suck me some dick. You want me to suck your dick Daddy? I'll bet you bringing some real dick to the table, ain't you Daddy? Some really big dick, Daddy?"

"You know thass' right," added Martin. "Why don't you hit them knees and find out fo' yo' self, ho'."

Being called a `ho was clearly not offensive to the little freak, noted Martin. In fact, it seemed to turn him on. He knew how to roll with a female that wasn't a `ho but that liked to be treated like a `ho. He figured he knew what to do.

The black kid was on his knees in a flash and started by putting his hands up to take measure of the meaty package inside. A thought occurred to Martin and he quickly dropped his hands on top of the kid's hands and held them there without moving.

"One thing you gotta' know `for you git on this dick, though, bitch," said Martin. "You gonna suck MY dick you gotta deepthroat all of it and not just once, neither, and you gotta swallow up ALL my nut down yo' throat when I bust."

"You know it Daddy," the black kid responded, anxious to get to the prize inside.

"`Aaaaiight then, `ho, show me what you got," Martin said, yanking his shorts all the way down to his ankles and letting his pride hang free. It wasn't completely hard yet, but with even what was showing the sissy got all hot and bothered.

"Oooh Daddy, your shit is soo big," the kid moaned out loud, pressing his face into the three set piece and inhaling deeply. That was kinda hot to Martin, that the fag would be all into the smells of his junk. He began to have some confidence it was going to be an excellent blow job (which he very badly needed), and even with his rule about anyone sucking his dick having to deepthroat it, it had never happened so it was mostly wishful-insisting. Martin already knew the kid was going to have no trouble making his nuts jerk out some heavy cum, he just needed it so bad and all the talk about cocksuckers being on call to the brothers had made his balls churn an even heavier crop of dick juice than five days would normally generate.

Martin realized all of a sudden that he was already doing something he didn't think he would; he was watching a dude cocksucker service him and not hidden behind a glory hole. It made him uncomfortable, and he decided to stop looking down and to close his eyes. "Skip that shit and get that dick in yo' mouf', faggot." Calling the kid "faggot" helped him regain some of his mettle and forget the idea he had a dude on his knees in front of him. Half-dude, really, `cuz the kid was half-female, he thought to himself.

"Yessss Dadddddy," the little dude moaned long and slow while he spread open his mouth wide and swallowed up the half hard monster. It was probably at about three quarters of its total size, but even so Martin noted with pleasure the kid took it balls deep instantly and began to suckle on it. Shit felt goooood.

"Not bad, faggot, but you still got some dick to go," encouraged Martin while putting both his hands on the back of the cocksucker's head. Martin decided after a minute of this he wanted to let the cocksucker up offa his shit enough to take a deep breath, because then he was going to force the kid to stay all the way down on his dick until it reached the entire 11" of rod. "Yo, cocksucker... I'm `bout to let you up enough to take a deep breath, and you better do that shit `cuz right after I am taking that whole fuckin' throat for my dick and you gonna need to be able to stay down on it fo' a minute while I enjoy that shit."

The kid whimpered, and Martin smiled to himself and had a thought that males who liked dick and females who liked dick might not be so different as he had always thought. Certainly his experience with the female who liked it rough and nasty was coming in handy. He also noted, a little less comfortably, that as hot as it was with that female something about this scene was even hotter. Having given the kid his chance to collect some breath, Martin pulled aggressively hard onto the kids head while pushing his hips forward. He was close to fully hard, but not quite yet.

"Thass right, cocksucka, you doin' good. Just hold that shit down there and feel it grow in yo' muthafuckin' pussythroat," commanded Martin. He'd gotten to this spot before in trying to get his dick sucked, but no one had been able to hold on til it was all the way boned up. A couple times he played with the idea of not letting the bitch up and just forcing her to deal with his dick, but he always relented. He could tell maybe this time he wouldn't. Somehow he felt it was fair to expect a dude cocksucker to take all his shit, hard, and as long as he wanted. He made up his mind this was how it was going to play out this time.

That would have been fine with the black kid had he known about it. Not surprisingly , this kid grew up among black folks, servicing his black friends and neighbors and cousins and uncles plus that Armenian dude who owned the little grocery store in his block. Not one of them wasn't packing. Little black dude long ago learned to accommodate huge black dicks planted balls deep and fucking his throat hard. His favorite action was being ruthlessly fucked, and even more than that being spit roasted by two hung bruthas. He thought this brutha was crazy-fuckin' hot, and little dude was definitely working on making him want to fuck him.

So Martin held the dude down balls deep, harder than he would normally, but the kid didn't fight or protest. Martin kept up the smack talk, which originally he thought he was doing to turn on the kid and keep him inspired, but Martin also realized he was diggin' the shit too.

"You know you gotta suck this dick right to be fed a load, right, bitch?" he asked. "This fine African seed ain't handed out to any but the best cocksuckers and tightest pussies. I got it like that."

Though the reply wasn't clearly intelligible, Martin understood the first sound to be a combination of a high-pitched whimper and a long grunt that came through as a really hungry sound, feminine-like, and the second to be "Yes, Daddy" but spoken mumbled and vibrating around his dick. Martin noticed the kid had elevated his game, no longer just holding the dick deep but now swallowing around it and... holy shit... was that his tongue on his balls? No fuckin' way! Martin never got enough attention on his balls as far as he was concerned.

"Damn, muthafuckin' ho GOT SKILLS," complimented Martin, happy he had decided not to wait until this evening to get his dick sucked. Martin also noted, delightedly, that the kid didn't seem to be struggling at all and his dick was nearly 100% up. Martin liked that very much. "Hol' still a minute, `ho," he instructed, wanting to see if he was right about the kid holding him balls deep. The kid paused in his ministrations and stayed deep. Martin's hands had never left the cocksucker's head, so once things seemed calmed again Martin pulled hard on the kid's head and tilting his pelvis forward into the kid's throat, feeling his dick sink that last inch or so, completely balls deep. "YES! HELLYEAH! FUCKER!! Oh hell yes, you don't know how long I been lookin' for this shit, man," Martin said, feeling for the first time in his life his dick as far down a throat as was possible. No sign of teeth or a cocksucker trying to back off, or trying to get some air. Martin was fuckin' thrilled, deciding right now that only deepthroaters were going to be allowed access to his dick from now on. Females would have to learn this shit, `cuz if dudes could do it females could do it.

"This kid's throat the muthafuckin' bomb," Martin thought to himself. Then, feeling awfully thankful, a sentiment not yet represented in the interaction between them, Martin's voice softened and his hands became less of a clamp and more of a holding and squeezing gently, moving around some on his head.

"Baby, you jus' don't know how long I been looking for head like this, how long I been needing it and not finding it," Martin uttered.

The sound from the cocksucker could be recognized as a happy response to what Martin had just said, but the words were unintelligible. Martin noted again how interesting the vibrations felt in a throat trying to form words around a hard dick. He decided to take this cocksucker's game to the next level, and he nearly trembled with excitement that he might get the first cum-dumping face fuck of his young life.

"Yo, baby," (no longer `bitch' and `faggot' and `cocksucker', Martin wasn't the first to decide he wanted this skilled cocksucker to want to come back so he could get his dick sucked again and again), "We `bout to take this shit to the next level. You hang on `cuz I'm gonna fuck this throat like I been dying to do my whole fuckin' life and you can be the first cocksucker ever good enough to take my dick in a hard facefuck all the way up to busting a nut."

You could tell the cocksucker was repeating `Yes Daddy' and you could also tell the `ho was excited as fuck.

Martin settled in, starting by grinding the dick that was completely planted, all 11" of it, around a bit in little dude's throat. His hand grip once again returned to one forceful and domineering, and he took his first couple strokes of nearly all the way out and then all the way in. "Wow," thought Martin to himself, "Still no teeth, no effort to retreat, no complaining." This fuckin' cocksucker was a find. For the first time since the idea occurred to him not long ago to catch him his own personal on call cocksucker, he began to imagine this one could be that.

"OK, Baby, here we go," he announced, speeding up his in and out and savoring the smooth wet hot ride his dick was feeling. Faster, he went, and faster again. The kid was totally hanging in there, moaning loud and gulping and not giving a shit to discomfort and sloppy noises of getting his throat rammed. Martin definitely thought the kid was digging it.

"You doin' so fuckin' good," panted Martin. "So fuckin' GOOD," Martin began to lose focus on what he was saying. In his imaginings, when he did fantasize that someday he'd find a cocksucker who could handle his size, he always worked the female a long time, making her feel good too and taking a while before he busted his nut. This was not that, and Martin was happy to keep this all about him. Plus there was the part of him that worried this fluke could go away at any time and he ought not resist getting what he wanted in case something happened, like the bitch couldn't hang in there and see it through. The bitch was holding up fine, and though at this moment Martin didn't give a shit, he could tell the bitch was loving it. Moaning and snorting and keeping his mouth stretched open, adding some tongue work as he could on the bottom of the dick. He was also using one hand on his own not-meager dick, and the other was around behind him with fingers punching his hole.

Martin picked up speed, knowing he was about to nut and get the experience he'd had to wait 21 years to have; he was about to dump five days of lumpy nut down this cocksucker's throat and he was going to make damn sure the bitch got all of it.

"You want this nut, baby? You want Daddy's nut? They's a lot of it," Martin spoke out, breathless and clearly close to cumming. The question wasn't quite rhetorical, as Martin knew the kid had already agreed to it, and there was no way any response to the question had to be worked out around a really fat and hard 11" riding his throat hard right now. Still, the kid's hunger for the nut showed, and Martin dug that.

"Yo' baby, I'm cummin... I'm cummin... I'm really fuckin cummin... OHHHHHHHH SHEEEEEEEIIITT Oh Oh Oh... Yeah, take it! Git that nut! Git all of it! Yeah... Swallow it down, thass a good bitch." The cocksucker had been making some pretty intense swallowing action while his dick was popping off, and of course there were a buttload of cum pulses since them nuts were so full, and the cocksucker just kept swallowing long after Martin stopped shooting but was holding his head down on the dick. Martin felt the cocksucker's tongue move back along the dick column to the spot closest to the base of his dick that the tongue could still reach, feeling him press his tongue into the dick tube where piss and cum shot out, dragging the tongue forward trying to get any nut caught in the dicktube to dribble out the dick head. Martin liked that, bitch should be sure not to miss any.

They stayed in that position, who knows for how long, catching their breath and each of them enjoying Martin's dick soaking in the cocksucker's mouth and throat. Martin's demeanor changed a great deal from the surly, mad frat boy not getting any action. A part of him really had given up on ever getting deepthroated, and even his fantasies of moving to LA and finding porn actresses to take it the way he wanted to give it were something he didn't actually believe could happen even if he did move to LA. He was having a nearly spiritual experience of something he never thought would come true coming true.

Martin spoke up. "So, youngblood, what's your story? You got to school here? `Cuz I tell you what, that cannot be the only time you suck my dick. That shit was the bomb, actually, the best I ever had. You can't deliver to a brutha like that and try to keep him from getting it again," Martin said in a way he meant to be charming but it's true he was definitely worried that this would be a one-time thing. He never actually met any of the other cocksuckers who had sucked him off at this glory hole.

"Naw baby, I don't go to school here but I do go to school. I'm in hair stylist school right now, and every Saturday I drop my Momma off here on campus so she can go to work and I can have the car for the day," the kid responded.

"So every Saturday I can count on you suckin' my dick?" pressed Martin.

"You know it Daddy. You so sexy and yo' dick so big and pretty," the kid answered. "And, it ain't like it can only be Saturday either honey," the kid added. I don't got a car but I only live a few miles from campus."

"OK," smiled Martin, "thass wass up. You cool with this right, I ain't gotta worry `bout you tellin' my business all over right?"

"Naw Daddy, I understand," came the reply.

"'Cuz you mess up like that and you ain't never gonna get to taste my shit again," Martin added, sounding serious, and counting on the size of his junk and the kid's enthusiasm for it to be a good threat. That was closer to true than Martin actually realized, unaware of the puddle of jizz that shot out of the kid's dick onto the floor at the same time Martin was cumming hard all the way down his throat.

Martin wanted to hug the kid, so perfect for his fantasies about how he wanted to get sucked off, even though Martin always imagined hot females being the ones on their knees in front of him, begging for his nut. Still, this dude wasn't all that far from female but Martin definitely wanted the shit to stay on the DL.

"I'm gonna need yo' number to keep you busy on my shit," Martin directed. "What's yo' name too? Write that shit down for me." The kid clambered into a tiny backpack Martin had not noticed before. Looking inside he could see a change of clothes, some baby wipes, some lube and some perfume and mouthwash. "This kid was a travelin' whore always ready for dick" thought Martin, unsure how he felt about it.

Martin reached in and helped himself to the baby wipes and ran a couple of them around his junk, which was hanging happily deflated and looking awesome just drying in the air. Amazing how much tension a good nut relieves, and Martin noticed the same thing. He was definitely feeling lighter, and happier, and pretty fuckin' jazzed at discovering his own personal cocksucker so fast and one who let him facefuck him hard and swallowed all his nut.

The kid tore off a piece of paper with his name and phone number written on it. Martin looked at it. "'Cristin' is your name?" The kid nodded. "That's a female's name," asserted Martin.

"Mmmm hmmm," Cristin nodded, sparkle in his eye and a smile on his face.

"Daayum, you just a for-real freak, ain't you?" Martin asked in a kind of mix of wonderment and being impressed about how out there the kid was with his freaky nature. "How many bruthas you takin' care of?"

"You know baby, I cain't answer that `cuz the same way ain't nobody ever gonna know you givin' me some dick I ain't talkin' `bout nobody else neither," Cristin explained.

"Yeah, thass cool, thass good actually," Martin asked, ultimately reassured by what the kid had to say but still thinking about how much traffic there was in the kid's mouth. The kid's mouth and ass, actually. Fuck, now he was sorry he let the kid know it was his best blow job ever, `cuz the kid could easily figure out Martin was gonna want to fuck his throat on the regular no matter what else was happening elsewhere.

"How often you gonna suck me off then?" Martin wanted to know.

"Often as you want, sweetdick, I love me some of your hung meat," Cristin replied.

"I heard that," Martin said, enjoying the pride he felt in having a massive dick.

"But you know what Baby?" asked Cristin.

"I loves getting my pussy rode," admitted Cristin, "and I gotta get it somewhere if you ain't gonna do it, Daddy. Baby needs his pussy fed, for real, I cain't lie."

"I don't know about all that," responded Martin. "I think I just want my dick sucked."

"OK, sweetie, that's how it will be then," demurred Cristin, who suddenly came upon an idea and continued. "But I know you can hit this better than any white boy," said Cristin, turning his ass towards him and running his hands around it in a large circle, smacking it a couple times.

"Thass for fuckin' sure," agreed Martin, the snarl back in his voice. He reached out and smacked Cristin's ass hard, and liked it. Cristin's response was another "Oh, yes Daddy." Martin felt his sap rising again.

"So you sayin' you gonna suck my dick, deepthroat, and swallow every drop of my nut, anytime I want?" reiterated Martin.

"Yes, Daddy," cooed Cristin.

 

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