Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 04:20:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Jack of Spades Part 4 Jack of Spades (part 4) 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. –––––––––––––––––––– The next morning I went to the convenience store to blow Tom. Marsha was at the checkout and there were two guys hanging around. Tom welcomed me and invited the two guys and I into the stock room. I blew Tom as they watched, urging me on. It found that I enjoyed having an audience – guys who really liked to watch. After Tom shot his load in my mouth he pulled out. One of Tom's friends said, "Let's go for a ride." I left with them and got into the back of big Buick from the last century. Today's Buicks are much smaller, but these older models had room for plenty of action in the back seat. There were two guys already in the back seat. I got in with them, while the other guys got into the front, one driving. "Take your clothes off," one of them ordered. I hesitated, and he continued, "I like getting sucked by a naked white guy." That sounded hot to me and took my clothing off. The guy in the front passenger seat took my clothes. Both of the guys in the back took their cocks out and I took one in each hand, stroking them to erection. As the car drove on I blew the first, and then the second. As I swallowed the second load I realized that I was fully hard. One of the guys said, "hey, our white sissy is hard – show us your little dick!" I did and they laughed. Even hard, my dick was smaller than their spent cocks. The car pulled to the side and stopped. "Time to switch," the driver said. The two guys in the back got out, dragging me with them. As I looked around and saw that there were lots of people out, and they all seemed to be watching. The two guys from the back held me by each arm as the two from the front got into the back seat. I know it all happened quickly, but it felt like I was exposed for five minutes or more. They pushed me into the back seat and took their places in the front. They continued driving while I blew the two in the back. I was still hard, and they told me to jack off while they watched, shooting into my hand. I did as directed and the made me eat my cum. I felt a little humiliation after this, but decided that I'd better get used to it. "So faggot," one of them said, "do you want your clothes back?" "Sure," I said, "I need them back." "I don't know," the guy responded, "I was thinking that we could just boot your white ass out of the car and let you fend for yourself." "Please don't do that!" I pleaded. "Well, if you are good faggot," he continued, "we'll drop you off at home, and you can explain what happened." "Hey guys," I said, "I blew all of you, and I have to be someplace this afternoon." "Where do you have to be that's so important?" they asked. "I'm supposed to begin in the jack of Spades network," I answered. "You know Towanda?" he asked. "Yes, she is setting it up," I replied. "Towanda is cool," he said, "and we don't want to cross her." They drove me to the address that Towanda had given me they parked down the street, seeming to choose a greater distance than needed. They dragged me out of the car and walked me across the street and down over a thousand feet. Dozens of people stared at a naked white guy being paraded through a black neighborhood. We arrived at the address, which looked like a store front with a spade insignia on the door. They pressed a doorbell, and a guy opened the door and took me in. "You came dressed for the part," he said, laughing. He led me to Towanda, who looked me over and smiled. "How many blowjobs have you given today?" she asked. "Five so far," I answered. "I have eight more lined up for you," she said, smiling, "you must be a pretty spiritual guy to spend so much time on your knees." She led me to a room where there were lights set up, along with an overhead camera and a pillow on the floor. Towanda began, "We like all the pictures to be of professional quality – sometimes they are taken in other places, but as much as possible we like to do them here." She told me to remain still while she combed my hair, saying, "I want you to look your best for this." I took my place on the pillow and Towanda led the first guy in who dropped his trousers in front of me. I took his cock in my hand stroked him to erection. I took him into my mouth and Towanda drew near. "Take him in as far as you can," she directed, and then pull back so he is about half-way in, nice and wet." I did as directed and a number of pictures were snapped. Towanda had a technician adjust the lighting and ordered us all to try again. We continued, for about twenty pictures. Towanda said it was important to get just the right pose. Finally she said the photography was done and it was time for me to drain the guy. I did, and he swallowed his load. He pulled out and Towanda said, "ok, get up and stretch your legs – next session starts in ten minutes." She offered me a cola while I took my break. After the break I continued for the next seven guys. It took about half an hour each, with most of the time just holding the cock for the camera. After I finished she led me into another room where a young black girl was sorting through the pictures. Towanda told me to take a seat and review the pictures. The girl showed me the eight pictures she felt were the best. They were indeed very good quality, and plainly showed me willingly sucking the cocks. I agreed with her choices, and Towanda led me out of the office. "You did well today," she said, "I'll try to get the rest lined up this next week – it will have to be evenings." I agreed and Towanda said I could leave. I hesitated and said, "My clothes" "You arrived here naked," she returned, "and didn't have any problem walking down the street naked, so why can't you just leave that way?" "I was escorted," I said, "what would happen if I went out there like this?" "I'll bet you would end up getting cut up," Towanda replied, "if you survive at all." "Please Towanda," I pleaded, "I know I am in a rough neighborhood, and I'll submit to anyone you want." "Ok," she said, and made a phone call. She called the guy who let me in, and he took me by the arm and led me out the door. He led me down the street for a dozen blocks. Everyone stared as we walked and I got the feeling that I was just being walked all over town. We were stopped by several guys, and my escort just said, "I have a jack in training here." and they let us go. I was really glad I wasn't alone! Finally we arrived at the convenience store and walked in. Marsha was surprised to see me and told my escort to put me in the stock room. He did, and left. Marsha came in and said, "what the hell do you mean marching into my store naked like this?" I explained that I was blowing Tom's friends and they took my clothes. Tom was done for the day, but Marsha called him. After a heated exchange, I heard her say, "then you better get hold of your friends and get his clothes back here, because I'm not going to have a naked white boy here for long." I sat there humiliated, wondering I had made a stupid mistake. I thought I could still back out, but once I finished becoming official I would be spending much of my life sucking BBC. That seemed ok, as long as I could remain safe. So far I had just a few scares, but maybe that was intended. Still, I soberly realized that I was in dangerous territory. In about an hour Marsha came in with my clothes. As I got dressed I checked my wallet and found that the cash was gone, but everything else was still there. Marsha said, "they took a picture of your driver's license, so they know your name and where you live. Under other circumstances I would have been terrified at that. I just hoped they wouldn't show up at my house – I could never explain that to my mother. Upon my return I watched a movie with my mother. I was glad that she didn't ask about my day, because I certainly didn't want to tell her. As I lay in bed and reflected on the events of the day I realized how exciting the entire day had been. Though I was scared to death while being paraded naked through town, as I remembered it I got aroused, and had to jack off so I could get to sleep. I shot my load into my hand and licked it up, counting fifteen loads for the day, two my own. –––––––––––––––––––– 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