I'm Ed, a High School Junior whose curiosity led me where I never expected. I was in a department store and had to take a leak, so I found the men's room. I went to the urinal and began to go. I noticed a hole in the stall wall next to me and found it strange.

Then, as I was still going, a huge black cock emerged through the hole. I'd never seen a cock this close before, and never a black one. I just couldn't resist and took it in my hand. I liked how it felt, and enjoyed it growing in my hand.

"Suck it," the owner called out.

I should have just told him no, but instead said, "Not here!"

"Where then?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered, "Somewhere safe."

"Give me your number and I'll text you later," he said.

It was a bad idea, but I gave him my number, and departed.

I couldn't believe what had just happened! I held a black cock in my hand, and the guy wants me to suck him! I was straight, but from time to time was curious about cocksucking, but never thought I'd try it. I found the thought strangely arousing.

I didn't know if the guy would really text me, but if he did, I might just suck him, if it were in a safe place.

I found myself checking my phone often, hoping for the text.

At bedtime I jacked-off, imagining myself sucking that big cock, all the way to orgasm, when I shot my load.

I suddenly felt a little strange about what had just happened. Would I really have the nerve to do it if I had the chance – I doubted it.

The next day I got the text I'd been waiting for. The guy's name was Jack and he gave me an address and I agreed to be there at 4pm today. He told me to come in and ask for Jack.

I arrived at the given address and went inside and asked for Jack. I was welcomed by Marsha, a pretty black girl, who said, "You must be Ed – welcome."

She led me to a small room that was well lit, with a rubber mat at one side just below a glory hole. She opened a cabinet and said, "You can put your clothes in here."

"My clothes?" I asked in surprise.

"Of course," affirmed Marsha, "It's much better when you're naked. I'll leave you to get to know Jack."

She left and I got undressed, putting my clothes in the cabinet, and knelt on the rubber pad. Jack must have been waiting for me because his cock came through the hole almost immediately. With his big cock only inches from my face, I began to stroke it, loving the way it grew and hardened. I could resist no longer and took him into my mouth. As I sucked him I began to stroke myself – this was the most arousing time of my life!

I loved the view before me. Jack's huge cock only fit a little way into my mouth, so there was plenty for me to see as I sucked. I'd never sucked a cock before and really wanted to do this right. I moved my tongue around as he told me I was doing well. I had to back off stroking myself so I didn't cum too soon. I moved my tongue faster and then felt Jack enlarge a bit before shooting his load into my mouth. I knew it would be strong tasting but was otherwise surprised by the taste – unlike anything else, but it was enough to put me over the edge and shot my load onto the mat beneath me.

Jack began to soften as I held him in my mouth, catching my breath. He pulled out, leaving only his load behind.

"Good job Ed," I heard Marsha's voice over a speaker, startling me, "Don't worry about the mess – I'll clean it up. Just stop and see me after you've dressed."

I looked around for a hidden camera, but couldn't locate one – I suppose that's why they are called hidden.

I wondered how much she'd seen, and nervously got dressed. Stopping by, I asked her, "How much did you see?"

"Everything!" Marsha said, "I love to see men get to know each other that way." She handed me my driver's license and High School Student ID. She must have gone through my wallet while I sucked. Now she knew my real name.

"Can you give me your email address?" she asked. I declined and she said they would just mail to my address.

"No," I said, "No mail, I'll give you my email instead."

She smiled and gave me a color brochure that had a black ace of spades shape with a lower case "j" on it. The title was "Your new life as a jack"

I thanked her and left. I checked my email when I got home and had one from Jack. He congratulated me in taking an important step – he said I had the courage to do what many men want but are too timid to do.

Then I clicked on a link, which launched a video of me jacking-off while sucking Jack. I couldn't think of a more incriminating video and knew I never wanted that video getting out. I quickly wrote back and asked how to keep my secret safe.

I read further down the email and saw that as long as I adhered to the Jack rules that my secret was safe. I got out the brochure I'd picked up at Jack's and read it. It said that as a jack I was expected to wear the jack logo at any time I might be around black men, so they could recognize me. If any asked me for a blowjob I was to comply, wherever and whenever they may ask. That sounded hot, but a little scary as well.

The brochure didn't say anything about how I could get the logo, so I called the phone number listed and talked to Marsha. She asked me to stop by and she would help me out. I told her I would be there within fifteen minutes.

I quickly rode my bike to Jack's and went inside. Marsha smiled at me and said that there were several options. I could have a baseball cap with a Jack's logo patch, or a necklace with a Jack's logo hanging from it. Another option was a tatoo, but it would have to be visible, which might difficult to explain at home. I chose the necklace. Marsha said I could wear it all the time if I liked and keep it hidden under my shirt but bring it out in front of my shirt when needed. I thanked her and put it on, making sure the logo was out in the open.

"Would you like to get to know another one of our staff?" asked Marsha, "I have Tyrone lined up for you just in case."

I quickly agreed and she took me back to the same room I was in before. I undressed, left the Jack's necklace on, and knelt at the hole. Soon Tyrone's cock emerged. He was about as big as Jack, but his hard cock showed veins very prominently – making it look especially manly. I took him into my mouth and sucked as I began to stroke. I enjoyed stroking as I sucked but paced myself so I didn't cum too quickly. I really loved it when cum flooded my mouth, so I waited until then before stroking myself to completion. Nothing in the world was as wonderful as cumming that way!

"Nicely done!" said Marsha over the speaker, "I'll clean up."

I got dressed and stopped to see Marsha before I left, "Enjoy watching?" I asked.

"Sure did!" she said, "I came twice!"

"I'd be glad help you cum other times," I said.

"Great! How about if I set you up on a regular schedule?" she asked.

That was perfect! We agreed on 4pm every weekday. That would give me time to get home from school and get to Jack's.

At school the next day I made a point of wearing my Jack logo out whenever there were black guys around, and some smiled at me when we made eye contact. Some didn't seem to notice, but many did. At lunch time I got my tray and made a point of walking by a table with a bunch of black guys eating. One noticed and waved me over. "Come join us," he said, "We always have room for a jack!"

Something about being recognized as a cocksucker was a little embarrassing, and I blushed. "You white guys can't hide your feelings," the guy said, as the others at the table laughed. There were five guys and three girls, and the girls seemed to understand what a jack was just as well as the boys. It felt strange sitting with a group of people who all knew I was a cocksucker – especially the girls.

They invited me to join them right after school today. I told them I'd be glad to but didn't have much time because I had a 4pm appointment. They said it wouldn't take long. After school we met at Nancy's – one of the girls at the table, whose parents were still at work. We went to the back yard and Nancy told me to blow all the guys. "Here?" I asked.

"Sure," Nancy replied, "You know the rules – wherever you are asked to you drop to your knees and do it!"

If the back yard was fenced in, I would have felt more comfortable – here the back yards were open and any of the neighbors could see, but I suppose that was just part of being a jack. I dropped to my knees and began sucking the first guy as Nancy took pictures with her phone. The cock was smaller than the adults I'd sucked at Jack's, but clearly bigger than my white cock. Being a horny teenager he didn't take long to cum, so he shot his load into my mouth and pulled out. I quickly swallowed and started the next guy. Nancy continued taking pictures, occasionally asking me to look toward her. After sucking the last guy Nancy asked for my phone number and email address, which I gave her. Then I hurried home so I could get to Jack's on time.

I checked my email before I went to bed and saw an email from Nancy. Attached were pictures of me sucking each of the guys. It clearly showed my face as I looked to the camera, and at the bottom, said, "At Your Service", and listed my phone and email address. Soon I was getting text requests for blowjobs every day.

At least once a week I made a point of riding to the black part of town, where I displayed my jack logo, eagerly anticipating blowjob demands.

A black cop stopped me and questioned what I was doing in the neighborhood. I told him I was just passing by, but he said I was lying, "If you're a jack, you aren't just passing through."

"Okay," I admitted, "I was hoping to make new friends."

"That's very admirable," he said, "But not everyone recognizes the jack logo, and you might get roughed up."

I thought every black guy knew of the jack logo, but I guess word hadn't gotten out to all. I sure didn't want to get mugged, or worse.

"What would you recommend?" I asked.

"I'll take you to a safe place," he said, "Whenever you come here go right there and you'll be safe."

He led me to a bar and went in. I was clearly underage, but I wasn't there for alcohol – I wanted a much stronger drink. The cop introduced me to the manager and told him to keep me safe and well-fed. The manager said I could start with the bar tender and led me behind the bar. There was an open spot under the bar where he told me to kneel. Then the bartender unzipped and fed me his cock. I sucked him eagerly and soon he rewarded me.

As I finished, I heard a guy from the other side of the bar say, "Where's the jack?"

"He's just finishing with me," said the bartender. He pulled out and I swallowed, and he told me to see the guy who was waiting. I saw a sign with the jack logo on it setting on the bar – it was the signal that a jack was on-site. The bar tender had told me that as long as there were no women customers that I could suck guys anywhere, but if there were women customers I should only suck in a private area, such as the men's room.

The guy who had asked for me wanted it right there, so I dropped to my knees and sucked while the other guys watched. As I was sucking, a few approached and got in line. It was my very first suck line! I sucked five more guys, eagerly swallowing their cum. I asked for the manager, and the bar tender took me to the office. I thanked the manager and said I was leaving soon, but had time for him if he wanted. He graciously accepted my offer, and I sucked him in his office. I told him I really appreciated his hospitality and wondered how I could contact the cop who brought me, to thank him. The manager took my cell number and promised to pass it along to him.

I few days later I got a text from Officer Barton, the guy who took me to the bar. He said he would be out on patrol, but if I gave him a nearby street name that he would come by that way. I didn't want to be seen getting into a cop car on my own street, so I gave him the name of a street two blocks over and rushed to get there. I walked along the sidewalk until I saw the police car. As it approached, I stepped out to the road. He rolled down the window an told me to get in.

When I got in, I said, "I'm really grateful for what you did for me, and want to show my appreciation."

"Are you willing to do something kind of kinky for me?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "Whatever you like."

He drove to a roadside park and stopped the car. We both got out and took a path into the woods. We stopped and he said, "Take off your clothes." I stripped down and hung my clothes on a nearby tree branch.

I stood there, naked and vulnerable. He told me to put my hands behind my back and handcuffed me. Now I was naked and helpless. I began to worry about how this was going to play out.

He pushed me to my knees and took out his cock. As expected, he was well endowed, and soon I was sucking him. He held my head and face-fucked me. This was new to me, but I enjoyed the way it felt like an oral rape – this guy can rape my mouth any time! Soon he came and I eagerly swallowed.

He took the handcuffs off me and told me to get dressed. As he drove me back, he said he had lots of other kinky experiences for me and said he'd be in touch.

My life has never been the same. I've sucked every cock offered to me – even white, though I like black cocks better. Over the course of the school year the word has gotten around to all the black guys, and I sucked any who wanted it. I must have sucked over a hundred of them – some became regulars.

When I graduated from High School, I visited a black fraternity at a local college. They jumped at the opportunity to make me their "house jack", so I still had plenty of black cock to suck – especially during rush, when the fraternities were recruiting new members. I became a special inducement to join!

I'm now looking for a black-owned business who needs a jack – nothing would be better than being a professional cocksucker!

  To be continued . . .

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)