Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 11:35:28 -0500 From: Timothy D Holt Subject: Papa, Part 1 The follow is true. I was born in November 24, 1964. My father was mixed, black and white, and my mother was white. I never knew my mother; she died of drug overdose shortly after I was born. My dad was not around much either. I was raised in East NY Brooklyn, near the corner of Hendrix St. and Linden Blvd. by my grandparents, well mostly my grandfather, in a two family house. My grandfather, "Papa", was a big strict black man, my grandmother, "Mama", was a sickly white woman who was in bed often. So I was basically a white kid with curly brown hair raised by a black man in a black neighborhood. My sexual experience began shortly after I turned five. I was late afternoon in December. The house was cold. My grandmother was in bed as usual. Papa had me in flannel pajamas and he was in a sweatshirt and flannel pajama bottoms. We went into the kitchen to make a quick dinner of hotdogs and mac-n-cheese. The burner on the stove would not light, so Papa grabbed some matches, opened the top of the stove, bent over into the stove to light the pilot. As he was doing this his dick came thru the open fly of his pajama bottoms so when he stood up, there is was hanging right in front of my face. I just stared at it. It was huge, very black, veiny, and had long skin hanging at the end. Papa closed the top of the stove and looked down at me staring at his dick. It started to bounce and grow. "You like Papa's dick," he said with a booming voice. "you want to touch it? I could not say anything or move. "Go ahead Brandon, touch Papa's dick." I reached out and took hold of his dick. "Oh yeah, that's it Brandon, feel Papa's dick. Damn this feels nice." He then took his and on mine and showed me how to jack him. Now keep in mind my face just below his dick. He looked so big and felt to fat, hot and hard. I remember it feeling like a corncob. "Oh fuck yeah keep doing that, feels so good," he said. Then he took on of his big black hands and cupped the top of my head with it. With the other hand he to my hand and told me to play with his "nuts". Then grabbed his cock, pulled my head and face toward his dick and rubbed the big purple head on my face. It was wet. With exasperated breathing he said, "Open your mouth." I looked up at him, his eyes were glazed, he smiled a half smile and said, "C'mon boy, open your mouth for Papa." I did, he put the big head of his dick in my mouth and held my head so I could not move back. "Oh fuck," he said, "this is fuckn nasty. Papa has not had a mouth on his dick in a long time. Suck Papa's dick, Brandon. Suck it like it a fudge cycle." I swirled my tongue around it and sucked. He began to move my head back and forth on his dick, each time causing more to enter driving it deeper. I gagged, he let up some. "Oh fuck, you're suckn Papa's dick boy, god damn." He started to move his hips back and forth and holding my head in one place with both hands now. "Papa gonna cum lil man. All u white boys are the same. Love suckn big black dick. Shit Papa cumin now! Whit that he moaned and grunted loud and my lil mouth was filled with Papa's cum. It filled my cheeks, leaked out my lips, ran down my chin. "Swallow it, you lil slut!" Papa screamed. I did and almost vomited but held it back. "Oh fuck that was good. You did real good Brandon. You and Papa are gonna be real close from now on," he said as he put his dick back in his pajamas and started to cook the hotdogs.