Over the next couple of days I blew Brad at the office twice and answered three BJ request texts each day. I could do three a day fairly easily – one before work, one at lunch and one after work. I could probably do two after work, but if there were more I don't know how I'd work them in. If sucking started to interfere with my job I might end up losing it. Jamal mentioned that some of the black businessmen hired cocksuckers like me. I wondered what sort of employment it would be.

On Wednesday I went to Jamal's after work for my Cum Swallowing Therapy, as Dr. Sherwood had prescribed. When I arrived Shayla welcomed me and told me to undress and put the skirt on, and handed me a tube of lipstick. I put the skirt on and the lipstick, and took a seat. In a few minutes three white teenage boys came in and sat down. "So how do you like fluffing?" I asked.

"It's wonderful," one guy said, "I never thought I'd be sucking so many cocks."

"Yeah, it's great!" said the second guy, "Only we don't get much cum."

"If we do good work we do get to swallow a few a week though," said the third.

"Any regrets?" I asked.

"I just wish I had started earlier," two said.

"I'm kind of lucky," said the other, "I got started at ten, and I've love every cock fed to me!"

Jamal entered the room and we all gave him our complete attention. He announced that there were fifteen guys ready to cum. My goal for the night was to swallow twelve, but I could do more if able to. Once I reached my limit, the fluffers could swallow whoever was left. The boys smiled at this.

Shayla brought in five guys and the three boys went to work. Soon one of the guys was ready, and he moved from the fluffer to me, spilling his cum in my mouth. By that time the next guy was ready, and a few more had entered the room, lining for the fluffers.

The boys did a great job, because I had a steady stream of guys filling my mouth. Shayla kept count and told me when I had reached eleventh, and my stomach still felt fine. I swallowed two more before I started to feel queezy, so that left two for the fluffers to swallow.

Shalya recorded the information to forward to Dr. Sherwood. "You did really well – thirteen in less than half an hour -- next Wednesday your goal will be fourteen," she said.

All I had done was swallow – I knew that the fluffers had done most of the work, for which I was grateful. I was glad I had improved, and hoped I could keep increasing the loads swallowed. The fluffers departed and I asked Jamal if he needed a blowjob. "I got sucked by one of my others, but keep asking," he said.

I asked Jamal about cocksucker employment and he said, "There are a few black-run businesses, and all of the white employees are cocksuckers. They have regular jobs to do, but are expected to give blowjobs on their breaks and lunch. They also allow you an additional hour a shift to do any other blowjobs needed.

I told him that if the BJ Needed texts increased by much then it would create problems with my job. Jamal said he would line me up for some job interviews it I wanted. I asked him if I could talk to some of the guys who hired in as cocksuckers. He said he would have a one of them contact me.

I went home, excited at the prospect of working at a place where I could give blowjobs, but concerned that it just seemed too good to be true. I thought about the fluffer boys, and how much they seemed to love it. I really wish I had such an opportunity when I was a kid, and wondered if I should talk to Jamal about getting my son started earlier. In a way it seemed terrible that I would even consider turning my own son into a cocksucker, but it might be something he really wants. But at age 10 could he possibly make an informed decision? I was really torn on this.

I went to bed that night a happy cocksucker, but with much to decide. I had begun getting up early every work day, because I almost always had a 7am blowjob appointment. Most were repeats, but usually one or two a week were new guys, most of whom quickly became regulars. I really loved all the BBC I was getting, but didn't know how long I could sustain this without interfering with my job.

I arrived at work with the taste of cum still in my mouth. I looked at my calendar and saw that I had a 10am meeting with Brad, no doubt for a blowjob. I didn't have a noon blowjob appointment, which was unusual, but I had two after work. Now that I was Jamal's personal cocksucker I was often giving 5 blowjobs a day, and over a dozen on Wednesday nights, my Cum Swallowing Therapy night. Then there were special events. I knew that Jamal was getting paid for my blowjobs, and was always working special deals. This Saturday afternoon I was going to blow the entire basketball team of a local black school. I didn't usually blow kids, but this was a special occasion – the team was being rewarded for having won the district championship.

I got a call from Ted, another of Jamal's cocksuckers who had a job at one of the Black Owned firms. We agreed to meet for lunch and he would tell me all about it.

We met at the food court of a local shopping mall, got our food and found a private place to talk. Ted explained that employment as a cocksucker was a dream come true for him. Since he had become a cocksucker for Jamal he had more requests than he could service on his own time, and was taking time from work, which caused some problems. He now worked at a logistics company with about 50 employees, and he was the only white one. All but six were men, but he explained that the women all knew he was a cocksucker, and were allowed to bring any male from their family in for blowjobs after hours. He got paid overtime for any blowjobs after hours.

I asked about the women who could bring guys in for blowjobs, and Ted explained that it was a pretty flexible arrangement – most of the time it was husbands, but the younger women brought in boyfriends, and those with families might bring in their teenage sons to reward them for good grades. He told me that being able to swallow lots of cum was important, and that he would give at least ten blowjobs a day, and on some special occasions fifty.

I had a lot more questions and Ted answered them all. After lunch I call Jamal and told him I wanted a cocksucker job. He said he would hook me up with some businesses for interviews.

I returned to work hopeful for a new future.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)