I'm Brad, a fourteen-year-old boy who became a cocksucker thanks to my Mom cheating on Dad. I know it was really unfair to Dad, but it did work out well for Mom and I. She would have black guys over while I was at school and Dad was at work. I wouldn't have known except that one day I cut school and was just wandering around the neighborhood and saw a strange car in our driveway. I didn't dare go home because I was supposed to be in school, but I just watched at a distance.

After a while a black guy came out and drove off. After that each day I cut school I would check, and sure enough Mom always had a visitor. Sometimes the same guy and sometimes different ones, but they were all black. I guess Mom had a thing for black guys – maybe because of their big dicks.

It seemed that Mom had a good thing going until one day Dad came home early from work and caught her getting fucked and that was the end of the marriage. Dad packed up and left and we never heard from him again. Mom had to get a job to support us, but she continued to see black guys, though she could now be more open about it.

She would introduce her guys to me, since they would often come in the evenings, after dinner. Her current boyfriend was Jack, who seemed like a nice enough guy. I would usually get home from school about 3pm, but Mom didn't get home from work until 5:30pm. I would get dinner started and Mom would finish it when she got home. Sometimes Jack would join us for dinner and sometimes he would arrive afterward. He and Mom would always go off to the bedroom, where I'm sure he gave her a good fucking. I would listen at their closed door to Mom's moaning. I wished I could see what was happening but didn't dare even try to open the door a crack.

One day Jack stopped by around 4pm and we had an opportunity to talk. I felt kind of bold and asked, "Is it true that black dicks are bigger than white dicks?"

Jack seemed surprised that I would ask, but then got a grin on his face and replied, "Not always, but a lot of black dicks are bigger – that's why white women and white boys love them."

I was surprised by that answer – not the part about white women loving them, but white boys.

"Why would white boys love them?" I asked.

"They love to suck them," replied Jack, "It's something nearly all white boys like once they try it."

"I never even thought of such a thing," I replied, "And don't know why anyone would want to."

"It's complicated, I suppose," said Jack, "It's probably something you'd just have to try – want to?"

"No thanks," I said, "But could I see your big dick?"

Jack smiled and stood up. I thought he was going to unzip and take his dick out, but instead he dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles and I watched in awe as his huge cock dangled there in front of massive balls. It was so big it just didn't look human!

"Wow! How big is that monster?" I asked.

"Not so big now," replied Jack, "But it gets over nine inches when hard – come take a closer look."

I don't know why, but I just had to get a better look and walked closer.

"You can see better on your knees," said Jack.

I dropped to my knees and looked at his huge member, just inches from my face.

"Go ahead and touch it if you want," said Jack.

I had never touched another guy's cock, or even seen one so close, but without thinking I found myself reaching out and taking it in both hands. I squeezed and stroked it and was amazed to see it growing to a size that was hard to imagine, but it was clearly happening right before my eyes!

As I stroked it I saw a drop of clear liquid forming at the tip.

"Go ahead and lick that drop off," said Jack, "You'll like it."

If I had thought much about it, I would never have done it, but I was so caught up in the moment that I extended my tongue and licked the tip of Jack's dick. It had a pleasant slightly salty taste, and it made me feel like it was meant to be tasted.

"Go ahead and take it in your mouth," said Jack, "You might really like it."

"I don't think so," I said.

"Then at least lick the head," said Jack, "You've already licked the tip."

That didn't seem unreasonable, given that I had licked up his salty pre-cum. I extended my tongue and licked all around the head – it felt good on my tongue, and soon I opened my mouth and took the entire head and part of the shaft in. It seemed like some sort of odd dream to be sucking this cock, but at the same time it felt really good – like it belonged in my mouth, though most of it was still outside.

Jack told me to lick the bottom of the head, so I moved my tongue back and forth and soon I felt his cock getting even larger, and he came in my mouth! It was a very strong taste and the hot seed nearly made me gag.

"Swallow, swallow swallow," said Jack, and I swallowed his strong load.

"Nice work, Brad!" said Jack, "Have you done this before?"

"No," I replied, "And I'm not sure I should have now."

"It's fine," assured Jack, "It was great sharing with you!"

I told Jack I had to do homework and excused myself. I had a lot to think about. I was straight but knew that what I had just done wasn't straight at all!

I went to my room, still tasting Jack's cum and wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake. What if he told Mom about this? What if other people found out. I was straight, yet I just gave a blowjob – what's with that?

I fired up my computer and did a google search for white boy sucking black cock. I got a huge number of hits. It seems like everyone else in the world knows more about this than me, but I was going to find out more. I viewed pictures and videos and read a few stories. In some blacks simply forced white boys to suck them, but in other cases the white boys did it voluntarily and seemed to love it.

I found myself getting aroused looking at the pictures and videos and soon jacked off. Once I came however, I felt guilty about it and shut down the computer. I felt embarrassed about blowing Jim, but doubly embarrassed about getting aroused about it. We had dinner and I didn't have anything to say. Jack looked a little worried and after dinner he took me aside and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, "Just a lot on my mind."

"Give it some time," Jack said, "That will give you some perspective."

I nodded and went to my room for the rest of the night.

I just wanted to put this behind me, so I went to bed early – tomorrow would be a new day and hopefully I'll leave this in the past. I lay in bed trying to sleep but soon my mind drifted back to the blowjob and the porn I had watched.

Soon I was hard again and couldn't resist stroking. I came and once again felt guilty, but it left me drowsy enough to quickly drift off to sleep. The next morning, I remembered the blowjob but didn't feel so guilty about it. My bigger concern was just keeping it quiet.

Jack come over before my Mom got home again so we had time to talk. "I had no business asking to see your dick yesterday – I'm sorry – please don't tell Mom about what happened."

"No problem Brad," replied Jack, "This is a man-to-man thing – just between the two of us – now tell me honestly – didn't you kind of like it – just a little?"

"I guess a little," I said, "But I don't understand why."

"What's to understand?" asked Jack, "What does it matter – best not to over-think this – just go with your feelings."

"When you thought about it afterward," asked Jack, "Did you get aroused?"

How could he know – maybe this really was something that a lot of white boys like. I didn't want to admit it, but my red face must have given it away.

"It did arouse you!" declared Jack, "Don't hide from that – embrace it!"

"This needs to be something that you really want," continued Jack, "If you ever want to jack off with my dick in your mouth, I'll be glad to accommodate you."

I'd never thought of that, but that singular image of jacking off with his cock in my mouth stayed with me. At dinner with every swallow I thought about swallowing Jack's cum. I hoped that nobody noticed my preoccupation.

The next day I hurried home from school, hoping Jack would arrive early again. I was relieved when he did arrive and as soon as he came in, I said I wanted to take him up on his offer.

"Sure thing," said Jack, "Take your clothes off and get on your knees."

Doing it naked wasn't what I had planned, but it sounded hot, so I quickly undressed and onto my knees before Jack. I was already hard when Jack entered my mouth. Jack told me just to hold it in my mouth and not try to suck him off. I did so and soon I shot my load onto the floor.

"Okay, not show me how much you appreciate my dick," said Jack.

I had felt a little of the guilt when I first came, but I knew I couldn't just walk away. By now I owed Jim, whether I was in the mood or not I sucked him and soon he gave me his load. I swallowed as before, not feeling a bit more proficient.

"Nice work!" said Jack, "You better wipe up your cum."

I got up and grabbed some tissues and wiped up the puddle of cum I left on the floor. I would have to keep the tissues nearby next time.

"Better get dressed," said Jack, "Your Mom will be home soon."

I'd lost track of the time, so I grabbed my clothes and ran to my room to get dressed.

Fortunately, I was dressed before Mom got home and was now feeling good about sucking Jack. At first, I thought he was handing me a line of bull when he said that white boys love to suck black dicks, but I was now one of them, and really glad about it. I don't know if all white boys would suck black dicks if they had a chance – I was pretty sure that some would resist, but would most of them do it? It sure would make a big change in our society if it did happen!

The next day I hurried home from school and took my clothes off. I wanted to surprise Jack at the door and stroked myself to erection while I waited for him. When the doorbell rang, I peeked out the window to confirm it was Jack, and then opened the door wide, standing there naked and hard.

Jack smiled and said, "I see you are glad to see me!" and took hold of my cock. He squeezed firmly, and I was in heaven. There were no words needed because we both knew what we wanted. Jack entered and closed the door. I got on my knees and Jack dropped his pants and shorts to the floor.

As I took Jack into my mouth, he said, "Let's try something new this time – suck me as you stroke, and if I cum first you just hold my dick and load in your mouth until you cum."

That sounded wonderful and I didn't need to answer – I just started sucking, stroking as I did. I really love the way a blowjob ends with a mouthful of cum, and the thought of that reward propelled my desire. I think it also led me to suck more vigorously, and soon I felt Jack's dick enlarge a bit and deliver its load into my mouth.

That was enough to put me over the edge and I had the most incredible orgasm! I had forgotten to put tissues nearby, so I just shot into my hand, so I didn't make a mess on the floor again. I gratefully swallowed Jack's load as he pulled out. Seeing the cum in my hand he said, "Go ahead and lick that up – it will be good for you."

After that I greeted Jack at the door every day naked and he never failed to give me what I wanted. Jack didn't come by on weekends, but usually texted me on Saturdays and I would meet him for a blowjob. I didn't always get to jack-off, depending on where I sucked him, but I soon enjoyed sucking even more than cumming, and I could always jack-off when I got home, remembering the blowjob.

Jack told me of a park in a black neighborhood where white boys would go in the evening to blow black guys. I was immediately interested and asked if he could take me. He agreed and said it was best done after dark and he would take me Saturday night. I made and excuse to be out late Saturday night and walked to the next block, where Jack picked me up.

"I will be your sponsor tonight," Jack explained, "Which means that I will protect you in case anyone gets abusive. I'll put out a coffee can for guys to put tips in, and hope you'll earn me plenty."

I realized than that Jack was whoring me out, but I was excited and ready for it. We pulled into the park and it was totally dark. There were street lights, but they had been shot out. I suppose that just gives better cover. Jack pulled up to a picnic table and told me to get out and undress. I did and Jack put my clothes in the car. He put a coffee can on the table and we waited.

"As soon as you see a customer approach, you get on your knees right away," directed Jack, "And keep your hands off your little dick – you don't get to cum until everyone else has."

I watched with anticipation as cars pulled in and parked. As the headlamps shut off I heard car doors slamming and hoped to be sucking soon. "How many other white boys come here?" I asked.

"There are about a dozen," replied Jack, "But maybe half that on any night – there are usually a few more on Friday and Saturday nights. I know all the sponsors – we are a tight-knit group."

Group of pimps, I thought, but I looked forward to it. "Here comes your first customer," Jack said, and I dropped to my knees.

The guy stepped up to me and unzipped. He took out his cock and I opened to receive him. He was big, though not quite as big as Jack. His cock felt different, and I explored it's shape with my tongue. I ran my tongue all around the head, but gave special attention to the sensitive part under the head. After a few minutes he shot his load and I swallowed. He pulled out and dropped some cash into the can.

"Just stay on your knees," said Jack, "There are more approaching."

Three guys came up and put money in the can. They all took out their cocks and one stood in front of me while the others stood on either side. I sucked the guy in front of me and held the cocks of the other two, squeezing and stroking them to erection.

The guy on my left took his place and another guy stepped up for me to fondle. While I was busy sucking more guys had arrived and formed a line. This continued for about half an hour until I had only the guy I was sucking left. They must have been really horny because it only took a few minutes for most of them to cum.

After I finished he zipped up and left, Jack said, "Here come the cops, just let me do the talking."

"Hey Jack," said one of the cops, "This your new boy?"

"Yeah," Jack responded, "My last boy moved away."

"Got him registered yet?" the cop asked.

"No, can you help me with that?" Jack asked.

"Sure, we can do that now," the cop replied.

Jack opened the car and got my wallet and took out my student ID. The cops took down my name and cell phone number.

One cop shined his flashlight on me and the other snapped a picture with his cell phone. I was feeling really nervous about this.

They shut off the flashlight, and the cop said, "Okay, let's finish the registration process," and he took his cock out. The other cop pulled my hands behind my back and put handcuffs on me. I began to protest but Jack told me to go with it.

"We like it done this way," the cop said as I sucked him. It felt a little awkward with my hand cuffed behind me, but I gave him my best, and soon he rewarded me with his hot load. He pulled back and the other cop fed me his cock. This guy seemed to like to take charge and put his hands on my head and began to face fuck me. It seemed like an oral rape – he just pumped in and out of me and as he continued, he thrust deeper and deeper into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat I gagged and he said, "You need training taking it deep."

After a few minutes he pulled my head to him and pumped his load down my thoat as he thrust deeply. It was hard to control my gagging but I forced myself to. The worst part was that after he raped my mouth I didn't even get to taste his load – it shot right down my throat!

He released my head and pulled back. Tears were streaming down my face from the brutal gagging I had experienced.

"Your boy has potential," the cop who face-fucked me told Jack, "He's willing enough to please – just needs practice."

He turned to me, and said, "Brad, before we release you, do you understand that you are expected to suck anyone who contacts you for a blowjob?"

This was news to me, but apparently part of the deal, so I affirmed, "I know it now."

They chuckled and removed my handcuffs. As they departed, they said, "Watch for our texts."

Jack told me to get up and put my clothes on. I did and was really worried about the police having a record of me as well as having a picture of me naked and sucking.

On the way home Jack explained that it's just something shared by the black cops and is a favor we do for them in exchange for letting us do business.

The more I thought about it the more it made sense. I could blow a bunch of black guys and remain safe from harm. I had always avoided black neighborhoods before, but now will be spending a lot of time there.

Jack drove me to deserted roadside park where he parked. "Get out and take off your clothes," he said. I piled my clothes on the seat and closed the door, standing by the car naked. He told me to follow him and he led me on a path into the woods. I few feet in he stopped and unzipped. I dropped to my knees and gratefully received Jacks huge cock. I sucked him as I stroked. He was really fast this time and came in a little over a minute. I was also highly aroused from all the cum I'd swallowed and came as soon as I tasted his load. I really loved jacking-off this way, and nearly always climaxed at the taste of Jack's cum.

We walked back to the car and I got dressed.

It's been three years now and I still jack-off nearly every day while blowing Jack – it is by far the very best way for me to cum. Most Friday and Saturday nights Jack takes me to the park and whores me out. I get texts regularly from the black cops and give two or three blowjobs a week to them.

I've started dating girls, since I'm still straight. Jack tells me that white boys sucking black isn't gay – it's just the way things should be. It does seem a little strange to be a straight cocksucker, but I like it. Of course I don't tell Marsha, my girlfriend about it, but do think about it when I'm fucking her!

  To be continued . . .

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