Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2016 22:42:07 -0500
From: eric jones <joneseral@gmail.com>
Subject: Head for Crackheads

* This is a work of fiction.  My experiences and likes influence all
my writing, so there might be a nugget or two of truth somewhere
within, but don't worry, it's carefully hidden...  Any similarity with
actual people or places is entirely coincidental.

* This story involves interracial sex between adult men.  There is lot
of crude stereotyping, role play, nasty and demeaning language and
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Sometimes my obsession with black thug dick can put him in the oddest
places.  I posted an ad on Craigslist for a thug dick to suck and by
2:30 a.m., a full twelve hours later, I had sucked off the crackhead
who answered my ad twice, and his drug dealer in between. I would have
sucked off the crackhead a third time when I dropped him home, but all
I got was a limp dick for a few minutes sitting in the car.  He was so
fucking high at that point in the evening he couldn't have gotten up
for a team a virgins.

The guy who answered my ad called himself Victa. He said he lived with
his girl but she was at work. He asked me to come to the southeast
side of town and pick him up on the street in front of their house.
He said there were lots of deserted places in his neighborhood where
we could park and get it on in complete privacy.  I've never been all
that fond of public sex, especially with folks on an initial meeting.
There is enough apprehension about meeting someone for the first time
to add the extra pressure of worrying about being busted.

But I sat outside his house for more than 20 minutes.  It was a pretty
nice middle class suburb, but it was crowded.  I felt really obvious
sitting out there in my car on a crowded street in the middle of the
day.  Finally he appeared.  He was definitely worth the trouble so
far.  Shoulder length dreads and a nice thick, muscular build. He had
just the slightest bit of a belly, but this just made him more
attractive to me since his build was natural.  Not fat at all, but
just a little natural bulge.  This made taking the day off worthwhile
and I hadn't even had a taste.

He hopped in the car and we took a few laps around the neighborhood.
There were some empty areas where the lots had just been cleared for
new houses to be built.  You could see the houses and parked cars from
his neighborhood on the horizon but we were far enough away so that we
could do whatever without much chance of being spotted.  Someone could
have driven up on us pretty quickly, though, so it wasn't the most
discreet spot I've ever been to.

I told him I would rather walk in to the woods than try to blow him in
the car.  Giving someone head in the car is just not that easy nor
that comfortable unless you get in the backseat.  If you get spotted
sitting in the backseat of a car it's pretty obvious you're up to no
good so I don't particularly like the backseat as an option either.
He didn't really want to walk in to the nearby treeline but suggested
we could do it up against the car.  It seemed like the best option so
he leaned up against the trunk of the car and I fell to my knees on
the pavement in front of him.  There's nothing like being on your
knees on hard asphalt to make it clear you're there for the pleasure
of someone else!  It was hot too, even by mid-morning.

I had seen a pic of his dick before we met and I wasn't surprised that
he was rather small.  He was about 7 at the most and average
thickness.  He had a nice bush of pubes and framed there by his medium
brown belly and thighs it was pretty impressive.  It seemed like it
took a long time to suck him off, but a lot of that was the thrill of
being out there in the open and with the sun beating down on us.  He
had on sunglasses but my only break from the sun was when I sunk down
on his dick and his body shielded all the light.

He wasn't very chatty and it really didn't take him all that long to
bust a nut.  After he came he pulled up his shorts and we were back in
the car heading back towards his house in minutes.  We parted ways and
I told him to hit me up if he wanted to hook up again.  He was
definitely good enough for a repeat.  I didn't expect it would be so
soon, though...

Later that day he emailed me about meeting up and asked if I could
drop him off at a friend's house after our session.  I agreed and
picked him up down the street from his house a little after ten.  We
drove to Springfield and ended up in the hood off Springfield Road.

He directed me to a smallish house right off the road that had a dark
dirt lot beside it.  There appeared to be a second apartment upstairs
as there was a series of wooden stairs along the front that led to an
upper porch and a couple of doors.  The places were clearly small, it
was clearly not a very upscale location.  I was parked near the front
of the building.  He had said he needed to run in and see a friend and
he would be back.  We still hadn't hooked up so I wasn't sure what was
going on but I was horny so I thought what the hell.  I wondered what
I must look like sitting out there.  The place got busy in a hurry.  A
half dozen cars came through and folks when in and out of several of
the apartments in the building.  The lights from the porches were
shining in the car so folks could see me sitting there.  It was clear
from the stares I was out of place.

It was almost all men coming and going and they were pretty thugged
out for the most part.  I sat there chain smoking and looking at my
phone for 15 minutes.  Finally Victa returned and apologized for the
delay.  He said we could hook up there but we should move the car.  We
drove to the other side of the lot where it was even darker and then
against my preferences against car-head I sucked Victa off right there
in the front of the car.  He was friskier and more aggressive than he
had been earlier in the day when we were doing it outside leaning
against the car.  It was just my luck that he wanted to press my head
deep on his dick while I'm bent in half leaning over the console and
awkwardly leaning over his lap.  I got a little workout and he was
working up a sweat.  I swallowed his load for the second time that day
and we both lit up cigs and sat there for a minute.  He said he
enjoyed the head and wouldn't mind some more but he needed to get
another buzz before he could go at it again.  He asked for some money
so he could buy some weed from his friend.  It suddenly dawned on me
this was a drug house.  Now all the coming and going late at night
made sense.

I was already there and had already sucked him off twice but I was
willing to play along.  I was sitting there in Springfield outside a
drug house so I was already pretty committed to this exercise.  I told
him I didn't have much money which was a lie.  He said he just needed
a few dollars.  I told him I had a twenty and he said that would be
fine.  He took the money and headed to the same upstairs door he had
been to before.  I sat out there smoking and waiting for like 20
minutes.  Just as I was feeling really freaked out about sitting out
there by myself he appeared again and said he just need a little bit
more money and then he would be ready.  He said he would be able to
bust a couple of big nuts if I could just get him like 20 more
dollars.  Again, I was down so far and the money didn't really matter
to me.  I pulled out another 20 and he disappeared again.  This time
he was gone for about 15 minutes.  When he came back he was sweaty and
acting really strange.  It didn't take me long to guess that he wasn't
buying weed upstairs.  He was buying and smoking crack.

He asked if it was possible to just get 40 more dollars.  I told him I
didn't have it and wasn't sure if I could find an ATM.  I had given
him 40 already and wasn't all that thrilled about the idea of paying
him any more money.  I knew I would get one more load out of him at
the most, and after sitting out there in the parking lot all this time
I was sort of ready to go on home.  I told him I didn't have any more
money and he told me it was cool and said he was going to go in and
say goodbye to his friend.  I was out there for another 15 minutes and
then I noticed a tall, thin dude in just shorts come out on the
upstairs porch and looking in my direction.  All I could tell from
where I was in the dark of night was that he was dark complected,
really thin and had long, thick dreads hanging.  He was only out there
about a minute and disappeared back in the house.

A few minutes later Victa made his way back to my car.  He said he was
going to give his friend some head to pay him for the weed but that he
just didn't feel up to it.  He paused a minute and asked if I wanted
to suck off his friend instead of him. I was oddly excited, but acted
really unsure and told him I don't know I had never seen the guy.  He
asked if I had seen the guy that came outside.  I lied and told him I
hadn't really seen him.  If this was the guy I was sort of interested,
but I wanted to see him up close before I committed.  He said he would
get him to come outside but that he thought I would like him - that he
had a big dick.  He was like a kid at this point.  He was so high he
was very frank and upfront that if I would suck off his friend he
could get some more weed and that would be so cool to him.  He said he
would fuck me or kiss me or whatever I wanted to do if I blew his
friend.  I told him I wasn't sure and he again said he would get him
to come outside so I could see him.  He headed back to the door and I
waited for about 5 minutes.

The guy appeared on the porch, looking my way again.  But this time he
walked down the stairs and started walking over to my car.  I couldn't
believe he was going to come over to me.  I was instantly nervous and
not as horny as I had been.  He walked right up and leaned down
towards the driver's window.  I powered up the car and rolled down the
window, wondering if I was about to get shot or carjacked or just
punched.  He was an older guy, maybe 40 but he wasn't bad looking.  He
just asked me if I sucked dick and I told him sometimes.  He said come
in with me.  I asked if anyone else was there other than my friend.
He said no, but that some other folks might come.  I told him I didn't
want to do it where other people could see.  He told me to wait and he
would go to one of the downstairs rooms and I could come in there and
we wouldn't be disturbed.  He walked back upstairs and a moment later
both he and Victa came down the stairs and in to one of the downstairs
doors.  The light came on in the apartment so I figured it was good to
go.  I walked up and through the door which they had left ajar.

It was two rooms and the living room had a small futon and a mattress
on the floor.  It was hot and dirty and reeked of old smoke and body
odor.

Victa laid back on the mattress and his friend/dealer sat on the
futon.  The dealer told me to lock the door so I flipped the deadlock
and turned around to see him slipping his shorts down and over his
feet.  He was sitting there butt naked with a thick 9 laying limp
between his thin, hairy legs, with only some low-top boots on.  This
guy was hairy all over.  The hair was in little dark bunches, like
taco meat in lumps all over his chest, belly and crotch.  He reached
in to his shorts laying in a pile beside him and pulled out a small
bag and tossed it to Victa.  He looked at me and just said "come on."

I never looked back at Victa to see what he was doing but I knew he
had his drugs so he'd be happy for a while.  I dropped to my knees.
He had such a nice, thick dick and even on this hot, sweaty evening he
had a nice, masculine, musky smell.  There was a whiff of cologne but
the smell of weed, smoke and alcohol was all over him.  I liked it.
There was just the hard floor underneath me so I took off my shoes and
used them as knees pads as I knelt there before him.  He sat back with
his legs spread and let me do my thing.  He didn't make any sounds or
say anything, and if he didn't have a hard dick I would have wondered
if he was enjoying the blow.

I began to wonder if he was going to take over and grab the back of my
head.  He seemed like the thuggish type, and since I knew Victa was in
the room I thought there was a good chance that he would want to make
a show of getting his dick sucked and stake a claim on my face.  He
just sat there with his thin legs spread wide so I had total access to
his body.

I had been around the block long enough to recognize the smell of
crack so within minutes the acrid smell of Victa lighting up filled
the room.  So I wasn't the only one in the room pulling on a dick at
that moment.  Victa had that "glass dick" up to him mouth and was
going at it himself.  I can't stand that smell, but I wasn't really in
a position to do anything now.  I just tried to go deeper on the
dealer's dick so I got more of his dick smell than I did the drug
smoke.

The man underneath me started to shift around and was leaning off the
futon as if to grab something.  I tried to keep him in my mouth so I
moved with him as he reached around to the back of the futon on the
floor.  The one time he put a hand on my head was while he was
stretching.  It was his way of agreeing with my plan to keep him in my
mouth while he moving around.  We practically rolled off the futon
with me connected to his dick, but I never let go of him and he never
took his hand off my head, even when one of his feet kicked me in the
nuts as he flailed around trying to get whatever it was he was reached
for...  For a minute there it was like a perverted game of twister, but
the futon was low to the floor so it wasn't impossible, just hard.

He got whatever it was and settled back in to his legs spread
position.  His hand was off my head and I could hear his fiddling with
something above my head.  I figured he was either going to take
pictures of me or he was going to light up a smoke.  I focused on the
task at hand, and it didn't take long to get him back up to full
strength.  There was more of that acrid, unpleasant smoke in the air
and I knew he was smoking a pipe himself.

So there I was, on my knees in a dirty crackhouse in Springfield with
two guys I didn't know giving head while both of them were getting
high.  I admit it was a turn on, but I didn't know why.  I didn't like
being there, and it seemed dangerous, but I was already in this deep
and I really wanted this dealers cum in my mouth before I left.  It
didn't take much longer.

I think he only smoked for a couple of minutes and he had one hand on
the back of my head pulling me deep on his thick dick. I could feel
the thick head swelling up as it pressed against the back of my throat
and I felt his body pulse as he shot load after load of nut straight
down my throat.  I wanted to pull up so I could taste it, but he kept
pulling me in to him and I had reached a comfortable spot where I
didn't feel like gagging.  So he just fired off maybe 7 to 9 shots of
nut down my throat and I stayed buried there, with my mouth open wide
and my face pressed hard against his hairy crotch.

I got a little taste as I pulled up off him after he was finished
cumming and took his hand off my head.  I stayed there on my knees
with my face pressed against his inner thigh as I caught my breath.  I
was enjoying being there between his legs.  If was my way of letting
him know that even when I was finished sucking him I wasn't in a hurry
to get away from his dick.  He lit a regular cigarette and that smell
made me want one badly myself.  I took one last taste while I was down
there, dipping my head and licking once at his sweating balls.  He was
clearly not interested in any more attention as he gently slapped me
in the head one time to let me know to stop.  I pulled away, content
with what I had achieved and reached in my own pocket for my
cigarettes.  I had left them in the car.  I asked this guy if I could
have one of his, and he looked at me like I was crazy but pulled one
out and tossed it to me.  A Newport, of course.  I asked for a lighter
and he tossed that too me as well, a little too aggressively.  I don't
know if he was doing it to pull rank on a cocksucker or if he was just
that way, or if he was trying to let me know it was time to go.

I got my answer as I took my first drag.  He looked at Victa who was
still kicked back on the mattress and said we had to go.  I jumped up
and Victa slowly made his way up and out followed me out the door.  I
went straight to the car, wondering if anyone was watching me take the
walk of shame through the dark parking lot.  Victa was clearly high as
hell.

I told him I needed to get on home so I started the car and pulled
away as soon as he got in the car.  We drove in silence as we got back
to his neighborhood, but I had to ask him for some directions as we
got closer.  He said to pull down the street so I parked in a rather
dark area maybe 10 houses down from where I think he lived.  He said
to give him some more head there in the car.  I wasn't sure if it was
such a good idea sitting there with the car idling by the sidewalk in
his residential neighborhood, even at this hour.  But I wanted to get
it over with so I put the car in park, undid my safety belt and leaned
over the console to do his bidding.  He was soft as hell and after
three or four minutes he never got more than half-stiff.   I gave it a
few more minutes and pulled off, saying I was sorry I couldn't get him
off even though I knew it was the drugs that were keeping him soft at
this point.  He didn't seem to mind but said maybe I could sneak in
his house and get him off in the bathroom or the garage.  I wasn't
thrilled with the idea of trying to sneak in to the house, but I said
sure go check it out. I sat there for about 10 minutes and there was
no sign of Victa's return.  I thought there was a good chance that he
had passed out inside, so I pulled away and headed home.

The next morning I had an email from him asking where I had gone.
Apparently he had come back out there at some point and found that I
had left.  I wonder if was five minutes later or an hour later.  As
high as he was he certainly had no sense of timing.  I wasn't all that
worried, since I knew that he likely would never had busted another
nut that night, at least not for hours.


He emailed me a few more times over the next few weeks and in the
beginning I replied but always had conflicts.  Eventually the emails
stopped.  But I still think of that crazy, stupid night.  Sometimes
dick can get you in the craziest places, doing the craziest things!