Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2016 21:22:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Jack of Spades Part 3 Jack of Spades (part 3) An eager sucker wants to tell the world yet still remain closeted – discovering the answer plunges the sucker into a whole new world! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– I returned to the bar after dinner and the bartender announced me, and soon I was on my knees in the men's room with a line of guys before me. My strategy was to blow 10-12 guys and then take an hour rest and try again – I hoped to maximize the number of loads I could keep down. It was a dream come true for me – I didn't know what I loved more – seeing the cocks plowing my mouth – the feel of the cocks – the taste of cum – the humiliating comments from the guys I blew. It felt like I was in some sort of daze as I swallowed load after load. After twelve loads I got up and said, "Sorry, that's all for now – I'll be sucking again in an hour." There were three guys remaining who grumbled at this, but the guy I just blew said "he's worth waiting for!" I went out and sat at the bar. Soon a middle aged black woman sat down next to me and said, "you must be the new jack." "I guess word spreads quickly," I said, "this is my second day." "Is this something you are really committed to," she asked, "or are you just dabbling with it?" "Why are you asking me this?" I inquired. "Let me start over," she said, "My name is Towanda, I own this bar and I'm part of a network of jacks and those they service." I introduced myself and told her I was interested, and had been sucking since I was a kid, and sucked every BBC I could, and only recently learned of the jack of Spades. She asked if I wanted to become an "official jack". "What do you mean by official?" I asked. "Let me show you," she said. She led me into the office and sat behind the desk. She told me to pull up a chair while she went to a website. She showed me a web page that featured a series of pictures of the same white guy sucking different cocks. Each picture had a jack of Spades emblem in the bottom left corner, and a different name and date under them. I stared in fascination as I studied the pose – they were all the same – face clearly visible – a hard cock about half way into the mouth – eyes to the camera. It was clear from each picture that these guys wanted the world to know they sucked BBC. "Each jack gets a picture taken whenever the suck a new King (dominant black top). When you click on a picture, it takes you to the King." she said, clicking on a picture. Now the King's page showed, with many pictures of different jacks. These pictures were showed the names of the suckers. It was clear that this King had been sucked by a lot of jacks. "There are some women here too," I said. "Those are queens – white women who serve black men," Towanda explained. "Ok," I asked, "what does it mean to become official?" "First of all," Towanda explained, "you need to understand and accept that this isn't just about sex – it's about submission." "I'm a submissive cocksucker already," I said. "It's more than that," she explained, "you will take an oath acknowledging that you accept the superiority of black men and will sexually submit to any and all black men you have to opportunity to." "I can agree to that," I agreed, "so now what?" "You blow ten Kings and get pictures, which will be posted to the website. After ten you will suck the president of the network." She clicked on another picture and brought up the president's page, which showed the number "53" next to his picture. "The 53 is the number of jacks and queens who have sucked him and posted pictures," she said. I could see a correspondingly large number of pictures, about half of whom are guys with the balance women. "The requirement is eleven for guys, because a the value of the jack card is eleven, while for women it is twelve," Towanda explained, "In all cases the president is the final qualifying suck." "Once you are a confirmed official jack you will have access to the website," she continued, "and every member will be able to see your page and to contact you." "Sounds good," I said, "how soon can I get started?" "Just one more thing," cautioned Towanda, "your face will be clearly displayed for all to see." "That's fine," I answered, "that's what I want." "So you are completely out?" she asked. "Well, not completely," I admitted, "I'm closeted to friends, family, church and business associates." Towanda looked at me sternly and said, "You may be very surprised who is on the site – almost certainly you will see someone you know, and they may see you." That was a bit of a jolt, but as I thought about it I realized that any white guy on the site was in the same boat as I was, and any black guy would be someone I would be willing to blow anyway. "I accept that," I replied. "Are you absolutely sure?" Towanda asked. "Absolutely," I confirmed. Towanda handed me a slip of paper with an address written on it. "Come to this address tomorrow at 1pm," she directed, "I will line up as many guys as I can and we'll start the photo-shoot." I agreed and we returned to the bar. "You know this is going to change your life," she said, "you won't have to look any more." "I know," I said, smiling broadly. I told the bartender I was ready to continue and he made an announcement, while I went to the men's room. As I knelt before the first guy in line I decided to swallow loads until I could hold no more down. I hoped that the hour rest since the first twelve blowjobs that I would be able to take at least ten more. As I sucked, I imagined my picture sucking all these guys, displayed for all to see. That really excited me and made me suck even more eagerly. After ten more loads my stomach was beginning to feel uneasy. I still had four guys left in line and decided to see how far I could go. After sucking the next one my stomach was more uneasy, but still not revolting, so I continued. After the next load I felt like I was going to throw up, and it took a lot of concentration to keep it down. I had two guys left and decided to give it a try, so I took the next guy into my mouth. Twice during the blowjob I had to suppress the urge to vomit. When the guy pumped his hot load into my mouth I was proud of my accomplishment and swallowed. Then it hit me and I knew I couldn't hold back. I got up and ran into one of the stalls and puked into a toilet. My pride turned to shame as my stomach emptied. I had never thought that cocksucking would lead me to this. Feeling really humiliated, I flushed the toilet and cleaned up at the sink. The guy I just blew was still there, laughing at me, as was the remaining guy behind him. "What about me?" asked the guy I hadn't blown. Realizing that if I was going to be an "official jack" that I could not refuse, I dropped to my knees before him. I remembered as a kid how I would sometime get sick and throw up after a meal, and it would take years before I could eat that same food again. I was really afraid that puking now would make me unable to stand the taste of cum. Still, I sucked and soon was rewarded. The cum tasted especially strong, but I swallowed anyway. Thankfully it stayed down and I felt good about it. The door opened and three more guys came in. Two got in line before me and one went to the urinal, but watched over his shoulder. I sucked the two before me and after that the guy who had just pissed presented his cock to me, which I eagerly sucked. I swallowed his load and got up. If there had been more I would have stayed, but I had pretty sore knees by now. As I left for home I did the math in my head. I swallowed twelve loads and then another thirteen before throwing up. That meant that I was able to successfully hold down 24 loads, so that was my limit for now. I smiled as I thought that it would make a kinky story problem in high school math. I supposed that 24 wasn't bad, but I wanted to do more. Puking up those loads was embarrassing, but I was glad that I was able to resume sucking and swallowing immediately. At least I was going home with four loads in my belly. I got home a little after ten and saw my mother in the living room watching a movie. "Out a bit late?" she asked. I felt nervous, as if I was busted for something. My mom would be really pissed if she knew what I'd been up to. "It's Saturday night," I replied nervously, "I was just hanging out with my friends." I hoped that she wouldn't grill me, but she seemed to accept my answers. After all, there were plenty of times she was out late with her friends. I went to bed, looking forward to becoming an official jack. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... While this is a work of fiction, the meaning of the Jack of Spades is real. I will be glad to send you information on this as requested. Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org