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GONE BLACK
By Colton Aalto
CHAPTER 5 – TAKING CUM ON HOMECUMMING – PART TWO
Due to the traffic jam, Sheila and I arrived at the Homecoming dance late and the school gym where it was held was already crowded. I hadn't been looking forward to the night but already had serviced two black cocks and swallowed two nuts, so even if the dance was awful the evening was already a huge improvement over what I'd anticipated. I was still tasting Randol's tasty after-dinner snack of ball juice and the long trip meant Sheila and I were wasted, so how bad could it be?
The band was okay and I endured several dances with Sheila before we took a break. She wanted to chitchat with her girlfriends, so I figured I'd kill time with a couple of my basketball buddies. I would have hung out with Jason but he wasn't there. One consequence of his unmatched ability to romance women and play the field was that he never took a date to a school dance. Doing that would have made one girl ecstatic, disappointed an army of others, and cause Jason headaches dealing with the raised expectations of his date.
I knew exactly what the stud ballplayer was doing instead; he'd talked about it in mouthwatering detail during the afternoon as we played ball. At the very moment Sheila and I broke from dancing he was almost certainly bonking Dawn, a former cheerleader at our school who was home from college for the weekend. Jason had been balling her for three years, ever since he was a freshman and she was a junior. She had petite features, long blond hair, a dynamite body, and was hot enough to have done plenty of modelling. She was also addicted to Jason's big black cock. I totally understood that. The one time I'd seen it rock hard was memorable enough that the vision was seared in my mind. I spent a lot of time whacking off with my eyes closed visualized his big tool in action. In fact, Jason had been graphic enough in his description of "cumming" events while we played ball that I had a clear vision of her milky white legs wrapped around his muscular back as he slid his shaft into her wet pussy.
Dawn and Jason's hook up was also the reason I knew with certainty her little brother Luke wouldn't be at the dance. Not that he'd told me anything about his plans. But the little slut had seduced Jason one night after the stud had worn Dawn out, and ever since Jason double dipped: balling Dawn until she couldn't go on, then buttfucking Luke until he'd gotten out the mandatory five or six loads. According to Jason, the difference between the two was that Luke never wanted him to stop, so Jason fucked the cute boy-next-door until his balls were drained. As great as my night had been so far, I would have eagerly swapped places with Dawn's little brother. But I still hadn't made any progress on approaching Jason and telling him what I really felt.
Sheila had a little clutch and decided she didn't want to carry it around, so I volunteered to take it outside and leave it in the limo. I didn't mind getting some air and a break from her stifling perfume. I knew my friends would only be talking about getting pussy after the dance, and that was a conversation with little interest for me.
As I approached the limo, the driver was leaning on the side of the car. Between his black skin and black uniform, I didn't spot him unit I was almost on top of him. In fact, the first thing I detected was the lighted end of the cigarette he was smoking. It could well have been a joint. He blew out a lungful of smoke and said, "Nice purse, boy. You keep your lipstick in that?"
"Just dropping Sheila's purse off, " I spat. In the dark I doubt he saw my glare.
"Whatever," he replied, making no effort to move or open the car. "Sam promised that you'd give me a little extra tip for driving you kids. You owe me anyway for all the booze your girlfriend drank. He told me that you're a mighty good cocksucker for a white boy. Maybe I'll collect now. Why don't you give me a little head? It would make waiting for you kids go faster."
I stood dumbfounded. I don't know whether I was more surprised at Sam advertising the fact that I sucked dick or the driver blatantly asking for a blowjob. Fuck, he expected it. Maybe I was most surprised at my reaction. I was seriously considering it.
The driver didn't wait for a response. "You fucking want my cock. Get in the car, boy." I was beginning to detect a pattern. If I didn't immediately deny that I sucked cock, dudes assumed I did. Maybe it was my eyes like I'd been told repeatedly. Perhaps the driver took one look at me as Sheila and I were getting into the car at the beginning of the night and knew. Perhaps he'd overheard my conversation with Sheila.
He opened the passenger door and I numbly got inside, still carrying Sheila's clutch. The driver got behind the wheel and the door locks clicked shut. He killed the inside lights and fumbled with his zipper before growling, "Get your mouth on that cock, boy. I know you want it." He gripped the back of my neck with a big hand and forced me down on him. Before I knew what I was doing, my mouth was on his junk and I instinctively began licking his dark tool.
I never ceased to get excited when a man's tool stiffened as I was licking and sucking it. I don't know which one of us got hard first – probably me – but soon I was bobbing up and down on the driver's dick, savoring his musky smell and taste as my own boner pressed against my pants. I was already sucking my third black cock and it was about the best damn homecoming dance I could have imagined.
The front seat of a car, even a limo, isn't the ideal place to suck cock. It was cramped quarters, and I kept bumping my head on the steering wheel. The driver wasn't bothered. Maybe he got blow jobs there all the time.
His dick wasn't big but wasn't tiny either. I worked it with abandon, sliding it down my throat and clamping my mouth on it as I pulled up before plunging back down. I had a hard time getting my hand around the base of his shaft, but I managed to circle it with my thumb and forefinger. The dude's fuck stick was pulsing between my fingers.
It began to get hot inside the car and I started sweating. It didn't seem to affect the driver. He kept his hand on the back of my neck, forcing my head down as he thrust his hips upwards. He couldn't move all that much due to the steering wheel, but then cramming my 6'5" frame into the passenger seat while having my head shoved into his crotch made it cramped for me too.
The driver was periodically growling, "Suck it cocksucker!" He began breathing heavier and I concentrated on job one: coaxing a load of jizz from his balls. When it came, it took me by surprise. A thick spray of spunk fired into my mouth so fast that it almost shot out of my nose. The driver forced my head onto his manhood and I struggled to breathe as he unleashed his ball juice, rapidly filling my mouth. I tried desperately to swallow and got enough down so it wasn't leaking.
"Damn," the driver gasped. "Most white boys can't suck cock worth a damn, but Sam done taught you good. He's got him one fine cocksucker." When Sam and Willy inaugurated my mouth during the summer, Sam had threatened to turn me into the neighborhood cocksucker. I apparently was well on my way.
I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Cum had gotten into my nose, so the spell of fresh black nut was overwhelming. The driver grinned at me like he'd fucking won the lottery. "Dance goes on too long, you come back here and suck me off again, boy. I'll have another big load saved up for you." It actually sounded better than what I was likely to endure inside.
Back in the gym, I talked to my buddies, although I wasn't much into the conversation. I kept visualizing Randol's dark dick. Sam's. The driver's. I kept smelling fresh ball juice. After a while, I went looking for Sheila, figuring she might want to dance some more.
I couldn't find her. I asked a couple of her friends, but they didn't know where she was. I even asked a girl coming out of the restroom if she was inside, but she wasn't. I happened to glance down the hallway next to the gym that housed the coaches' offices. It was deserted as I would have expected, but the door to the football coach's office was slightly ajar and a light was on inside, which didn't make sense. I crept down the hallway, peered inside and got an eyeful.
Sheila was sitting in the coach's chair. Three football players surrounded her, each with their fuck sticks out of their pants. All three were black, although given the entire team had only a token player or two who wasn't black, that wasn't surprising. The team's running back was standing in front of Sheila and she was working on his piece while two offensive linemen stood watching, slowly stroking their dicks. She had her tiny hand wrapped around the base of the running back's hard shaft and was sucking the head. It didn't look like she could get any more of it in her mouth.
I stood peeking through door, mesmerized by the action. My own cock rapidly pressed into an erection. It wasn't caused by watching Sheila, but rather the three erect black cocks. I couldn't make out much of the running back's tool, but I had a good view of the other dudes' rods as they slowly fisted them while waiting their turn with Sheila.
Sheila was barely mouthing the head of the running back's cock. Hell, I could deliver a blow job to the dude that would put Sheila's efforts to shame. Her mouth simply wasn't big enough to take his slab of manhood. From the looks of it, she would have even less luck with the two linemen.
The running back was apparently getting close. He was taking short breaths and staring down at her intently. Sure enough, he closed his eyes and gasped, "I'm cumming!" Sheila never hesitated, keeping the head of his prick in her mouth and sucking down his load. Well, most of it. Some trickled from her mouth and dropped onto her blue dress.
The running back let her work his rod for a minute after shooting his wad before pulling out. Sheila never missed a beat, turning to the next football player, smiling and beginning to lick his black fuck pole. The kid's eyes were wide and he had a silly, shit-eating grin on his face. I don't think he got much head.
The running back started to stuff his semi hard prick into his pants and prepare to leave and I worried that he'd catch me eavesdropping, so I reluctantly turned away. I was sorta in a daze and not paying much attention as I headed back down the hallway when I was startled by two police officers emerging from a men's restroom. It was the same john that I used when I sucked off D'Marcus during every lunch hour.
One of the officers was Willy, Sam's friend whose black rod was the first dick I'd sucked. His nametag read `Williams;' Willy must be a nickname. Both policemen were black, but Willy was light skinned while his partner was darker. That wasn't the only difference between the two men. Willy was slender, while the other cop was a block of muscle and was a good twenty years older. Maybe he wasn't that much older, but his bald, shaved head made him look it. Neither man was on the cop donut routine; both were in shape.
The older dude, whose nametag read Lee, glowered at me and asked sternly, "What are you doing here, boy? This hallway's off limits."
I struggled to invent a plausible excuse for being in the hallway, but it also occurred to me that I should distract the officers the end of the hallway, where the coach's office was occupied by Sheila, busily guzzling jock cum. Willy solved that problem for me by giving me a big smile and snickering, "White boy's prolly lookin for a cock to suck. Dat right boy?"
He didn't wait for an answer, turning to the older cop. "Dis here's da cocksucker I's telling yo about. Da slut dat slurped down mah nut at Sam's during da summer. Gives damn good head."
The older cop frowned, but Willy groped his crotch and leered at me. "Workin dis dance is damn boring, but it bout ta git a lot mor interestin. Yo want this agin, white boy? Yeah, it in yo eyes. I dun spoil yo an now yo love sucking da black cock an swallowin da black nut. I gotta big load saved up fo yo." He pushed me into the john.
I took my usual position in the stall D'Marcus and I used when he fired his teenaged babymakers down my throat, five days a week, Monday through Friday. Willy pulled his long dong from his pants and said, "Yeah, yo missed dis, didn't yo boy? Give Willy some good head." I began licking his shaft, slowly coaxing it to rise to attention. I liked the dude's equipment. Dark, uncut, long and veiny. It was a rod that I could get used to sliding down my throat. There was something about the thick veins on the steely shaft that I found hot. Maybe it was some sentimental fondness for the first slab of manhood that I'd had deep in my throat.
I'd been too nervous my first time with him – and too much in shock – to memorize precisely what his cock looked like. This time I studied it carefully, tonguing the shaft until I'd covered it with spit. But the stud didn't have the patience for a long, leisurely blow job. Instead he pried my mouth open with his fingers and jammed his semi hard fuck tool down my throat. "Suck dat dick, bitch. Yo know yo hungry fo mah jizz."
He clamped his slender, bony hands on either side of my head and began powering his sleek black pole down my throat, shoving my nose into his pubes and letting his dangling nut sac bounce off my chin with each thrust of his hips. I looked up to see Lee watching us with a curious look on his face.
It was a look that soon turned to lust. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hairiest chest I'd ever seen. Well, at least in person. Fuck. Every inch of his torso was covered with thick, dark fur. He slipped a hand up to pinch one of his tits as he grabbed his crotch.
I kept one eye riveted on the muscular cop as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, uncut cock and slowly stroked it. It rose from a forest of kinky pubes.
My attention was drawn back to Willy, who seemed intent on a brutal face bashing. In contrast to Lee, Willy's skin was smooth – not a hair to be found except for his trimmed pubes and a few lonesome specimens in his pits. "Suck dat black cock, white boi. I bet since yo taste mah nut yo can't keep yo mouth offa black dick."
That was an accurate assessment of how I'd spent the last couple of months after Willy inaugurated my mouth. I'd eaten enough thick cum to make it a regular part of my diet. It was a good thing jizz didn't have many calories.
Willy continued to ram his veiny fuck stick down my throat. He was getting close and breathing heavily. He growled, "Take it! Eat dat nut, slut!" A good twenty or thirty rapid-fire thrusts of his dick later, his balls fired. Thick jizz filled my throat and I slurped greedily, doing my best to swallow it all. I succeeded, gasping for breath as milked the last drop from his rod.
Willy pulled out, muttering about how I was the only white boy who could suck the right way, and Lee took his place. His stocky body filled the stall and he aimed his semi hard pecker toward my throat. I licked my lips, eagerly anticipating it and in awe of his muscular, hairy body.
I began running my tongue up and down his pole and then swallowed it, getting a mouthful of fur in the process. The dude's body was covered with it. I slipped my hands around him to pull him forward so his cock would move farther into my mouth and discovered his butt was covered with silky hair. Oddly, the only smooth skin on the stud's body was his bald head.
Lee still wasn't all that hard. That changed, however, as his manhood stiffened and pressed against the sides of my throat, and he began thrusting it in and out of my mouth. The dude's hands were huge and practically smothered my head. I couldn't have gotten away from the mountain of muscle if my life depended on it. Not that I wanted to. I was rock hard and into getting skull fucked by him.
He pounded me mercilessly for a good five or ten minutes. It was hot and stuffy in the restroom and the stud's hairy body was soon covered in sweat. That meant my face was covered in his sweat, too, since he kept ramming my head into his furry belly with each thrust of his fuck tool down my helpless throat. I was being used as a fuck hole.
Grunting, the stud cop blew his wad. I gagged as he flooded my mouth with spunk, but he obviously couldn't have cared less about me. I was merely a tool, a hot mouth for him to use. It was kinda exciting to be dominated by the black daddy.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and gave it one final stroke, squeezing a pearl-white drop of jizz from his rod that I tongued. Tasty.
He bent down, grabbed my neck and got in my face. "I catch you someplace you're not supposed to be again, boy, I'm gonna shove my cock so far up your ass that you'll be able to taste it, just like that last drop of nut. Understand?"
I nodded but Lee's threat wasn't much of a deterrent. It wasn't a deterrent at all. I was ready to sign up for duty. The idea of being underneath him as he rammed his uncut shaft into me was gonna be prime jack-off material for weeks. I was already imaging what it would be like to run my hands across his fur and be crushed by his hairy body. I could see myself getting into the black daddy.
Lee and Willy shoved me out of the restroom, which was damn awkward because I had a boner that was totally obvious. They followed me back to the gym, but I stayed near the entrance, hoping my rod would deflate before anyone noticed it. With sweat still coating my face, I probably looked like I'd been dancing up a storm. At least the gym lights were low for the dance.
As I waited, a couple of football players emerged from the hallway, laughing and high fiving. I overhead one remarking, "Good head!" They weren't the same dudes who I'd seen with their cocks out and ready to shove into Sheila's mouth. I wondered if she was taking on the whole team.
She emerged a couple of minutes later, looking flushed and happy. She gave me a slutty smile, licking her lips and said, "Tell you about it later. I wanna dance!"
We danced for a couple of songs and happened to be near the stage when the band announced they were taking a short break. Sheila went looking for her girlfriends and as she left, I turned around to see D'Marcus' half-brother Deandre grinning at me from the stage. I knew he played in a band but hadn't recognized him.
"Collins, you a sight for sore eyes, or should I say a sight for a stiff dick? I got just enough time to pump out a load of your favorite nut. You wanna taste?"
I blinked in surprise.
Before I answered – I hadn't figured out what to say anyway – he snickered, "Yah, of course you do. You a ho for black cock." Once again, staying quiet seemed to signal YES I WANT YOUR COCK!
He guided me backstage to a room where the band members were sprawled out, guzzling beer and smoking. I got a few quizzical looks and one of the dreadlocked group asked, "What's with the white boy?"
"My baby brother's personal cum dump. White boy takes it up the ass and down the throat. Too bad we only got time for a little head. This here's a tight ass and he likes being bred by bros." Not betraying any hesitation or embarrassment about doing it in front of his mates, he pushed me to my knees, hauled out his soft cock and pressed it to my lips. He grinned and laughed, "You love black dick, don't you baby? Show your daddy how much you love it."
Well, yes, I loved it. Feeling awkward to be sucking cock in front of an audience – and maybe a little turned on by the prospect too – I dutifully began licking Deandre's tool. Unlike D'Marcus, the dude was tall and willowy, and instead of D'Marcus' buzz cut, he had long dreadlocks like the rest of the band. And rather than D'Marcus' beer can cock, Deandre had a slim tool with a huge vein running down the top. His ball sac dangled low and his black eggs looked full of nut.
I slathered Deandre's cock with spit and coaxed it into an erection while the band members looked on. Their reactions ranged from disdain to disinterest to desire. Two soon joined us, both pulling at their cocks. "You gonna share the white ho's mouth, Andre?" one asked. Deandre never said yes or no, but soon I had three black cocks arrayed in a semicircle. A black rod buffet.
Each of the dudes were tall and skinny and had long dreadlocks. The three could have been brothers. Given that D'Marcus seemed to have an unlimited supply of half-brothers, I wondered if Deandre did too and the band was a family affair. I went from cock to cock with my mouth, using my hands to stroke and jack the dicks I wasn't deepthroating. Soon I had three stiff, cut black rods pointed at me. I greedily rotated, sucking one slab of manhood down to the root while I slid my fists over the other two.
"Fuck yeah, just what I needed," one of the studs moaned.
"White boy been trained on black sticks," said Deandre. "Knows how to give good head."
"Best white cocksucker I ever had," said the third stud.
I kinda liked the compliment. I kinda like having three black poles lined up for a go at my mouth. I even kinda liked sucking off three black men backstage of the gym where I'd played countless hours of basketball, all while their band mates watched.
One of the band members who wasn't using my mouth announced, "Bros, we due back onstage. Save it for later."
That wasn't on the agenda. The dude had merely issued a hurry up call. Deandre started breathing heavier and as I was stroking his tool and about to mouth it, he blasted a huge load of nut juice on my face without any warning. Ribbon after ribbon of thick white jizz exploded from his dick. I had to close my eyes to keep the spunk from getting in them, but somehow that made my smell, touch and taste more intense. The dude's load tasted great and smelled wonderful. Feeling hot globs of dick sphlooge on my face made me want to whack off a big load, not that I hadn't been ready to do that ever since Sam spread his legs and told me to get in between them.
Deandre's band mates took their cue from their bro, grabbing their tools and pumping feverishly to get off. With my eyes closed, I listened to their heaving breathing and the smacking sounds of their fists gliding over their spit-soaked rods. First one and then the other nutted. Deandre's load was big, but the other dudes flooded my face. Spunk was everywhere and I worked to collect and swallow it for fear it would get on my suit and Sheila might detect it. Why I cared, I don't know. I mean, I knew she'd gotten some football boy spunk on her dress, so if she smelled anything she'd probably just think it was from that.
By the time I opened my eyes, I'd slurped down the better part of three huge loads. The band dudes were stuffing their dicks back into their pants with big, shit-eating grins on their faces. One of them said, "I gotta `nuther load for your ass if you stick around until we're done playing, white boy. Couple more loads." The other added, "Yeah, ain't nuttin like relaxing after a show, gettin drunk, gettin high and gettin ass. We breed you all night long, white boy. Use your tight boi pussy the way it meant to be used. Once you go black, you won't go back."
Well, I knew that.
Partying with the band was tempting. Hugely tempting. But I had to take Sheila home, not to mention that I had a curfew. For the second time during the night, I regretted that fact. If Jason had been there I might have been able to make up an excuse about spending the night with him. We used to do that all the time when we were kids.
Actually, if Jason had been there and I'd had the guts to tell him I liked getting boned by black dick, I would have loved spending the night like we used to do, with one difference: I'd have his horse cock inside me holes. Damn! When was I going to get over that hump?
The band rousted themselves for their final set and Deandre and two other dudes laughed and leered at me as they left. I was still slurping jizz from my face as they vacated and returned to entertain the crowd.
Sheila didn't notice my absence, or if she did she didn't care. She was still chatting with her girlfriends. I stood for a while watching the band and letting my face dry after I'd scraped three loads of cum off it. It didn't seem possible, but I'd guzzled seven nuts since dinner. With my pre-dinner appetizer of Sam's load, that meant eight for the night. My head was spinning and my stomach was gurgling. My damn cock was rock hard, too. I shifted it in my pants, hoping the dim lights would make it more difficult to detect.
We danced some more and Sheila announced she was tired and wanted to go home. In the limo, she confessed she'd sucked off five football players, acting like we were co-conspirators in an undercover investigation. She gave me her ratings of the boys, including surprisingly precise sizes of their stiff dicks, dazzling descriptions of their ball sacs, and elaborate notes on the taste of their nut juice. She liked the running back best. He was a close friend of D'Marcus and I was left wondering if D'Marcus would hand me over to him some time. The stud was always happy to share my holes after he was done. It might be just a matter of time before I had a chance to show the jock running back what a real blow job was like.
Sheila's total was impressive, but I had her beat. I'd admitted to sucking off Randol, but I didn't confess my night's other activities. I don't know why I was reticent. Well, I didn't want to admit I'd been getting it on with her brother Sam, and Willy was his friend so Sheila might know him. The limo driver might be but upset if he heard me confessing to blowing him. And explaining who Deandre was might lead me down the path of confessing I'd been servicing D'Marcus and an army of his relatives.
We were dead tired by the time the limo dropped us at Sheila's house. I walked her to the door and she said, "I'd invite you in, but, you know, it's kinda late. I think my parents are home and they don't like me having boys in my room." It wasn't like I was interested anyway. She paused, expecting me to kiss her despite our long conversation during the evening about my being gay. I figured I better do it or she might complain to Sam. We locked lips and I swear I tasted fresh cum in her mouth. She probably tasted it in mine, too. It would have been hard not to. It was hands down the best kiss with a girl I'd ever had.
She broke away and said happily, "Thanks for taking me. I had the best time!"
"Yeah, me too." I wasn't making it up. I'd sucked seven cocks to Sheila's five, without counting the blow job I gave Sam before we left. Not that I was competing with her or anything. Actually, once I'd confessed to her that I was gay, I'd had fun talking to her. She was okay.
She closed the door and I turned to leave only to almost jump out of my skin as I heard someone clear their throat. It was Sam. He was in the darkness at the end of the house's old-fashioned front porch. Neither Sheila nor I had realized he was there. Maybe he was making sure I toed the line.
"Nicely played, cocksucker. You know what to do now." I heard him unzip his pants.
I barely could make out his figure. His midnight black skin caused him to blend into the background. Kicking an unseen chair along the way, I crept down the porch until I detected the outline of his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but because it was so dark I couldn't make out much detail. He smiled, his white teeth showing, and said, "You want this again, don't you white boy? You wanna give me head, suck on my black meat, and eat my cum, don't you bitch?" I heard him slapping his cock in one of his palms.
Well, yes, I wanted his cock. I hadn't run into a black dick I didn't want. I dropped to my knees in front of him, feeling around until I located his slab of manhood. Gripping it sent a little thrill through me and I bent forward and began to lick. I was finishing the night the same way I'd started it. Blowing Sam.
I worked his shaft into an erection and deep throated it. I couldn't help but compare the cocks I'd sucked over the course of the evening. Rather than the miserable night I'd thought I was in for, it had turned into a memorable, suck-filled one. Willy's veiny, rock hard member was hard to beat and the visual of three dreadlocked musicians in a semicircle with their cocks painting my face was a nice one that I wouldn't soon forget. And yeah, with his looks and perfect dick I wished I were still on my knees in front of Randol. But Sam's prick was familiar in a warm, comfortable way. Maybe I'd take Sheila on more dates after all. Not to get into her panties, but to suck off her brother.
Sam was drunk. And maybe stoned. He leaned back and moaned as I made love to his fat rod. He began clenching his glutes and thrusting his cock upward and I got into a rhythm, swallowing his boner to the root each time I went down on him.
A car turned into the street, its headlights momentarily spotlighting us and throwing a shadow on the wall of the house. I was startled and hesitated, but Sam didn't take kindly to the interruption of his blow job. He slapped my head and growled, "Get back on that dick, cocksucker!" Grabbing my head he rammed his cock into my mouth, causing me to gasp and sputter. The car continued down the street and the mellow, relaxed blow job was over. Controlling my head, Sam skull fucked me until drool and spit was running from my mouth and coating his slick fuck stick. I breathed whenever possible, letting him use my mouth as fuck hole.
He face fucked me for a long time. I suppose it took him longer to climax because he'd shot a load down my throat earlier and was drunk. I began to worry that my jaws would cramp, but before that happened I felt a warm flood of man juice in my mouth. Sam hadn't warned me, but I'm not certain he had any warning himself. I sucked and swallowed, eagerly slurping down my ninth load of spunk of the night. Ten if I counted Jeron's in the park during the afternoon. Some Homecoming! Uh, Homecumming?
I nursed Sam's softening cock and squeezed out the last drop of jizz from his piss slit. He wasn't exactly appreciative of my efforts, growling, "Git the fuck out of here, faggot!"
"Yes, sir!" I answered, kicking the chair again as I retreated. Sam's white teeth reflected in the dim light as he smiled.
I drove to my dad's apartment tasting cum and with a boner pressing against my pants. I swallowed a final load a few minutes after I arrived, jacking off with my long legs thrown over my shoulders and my prick pointed at my face. I shot directly into my own mouth and ate my own jizz. And, for the record, I pushed my count to over a dozen loads by swallowing two more during the night as I beat myself off while reliving my night of black cock.
Okay, so I was officially a slut and a whore for black nut.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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