I 'm Sebastian – I became sexually active in seventh grade. I live with my mom, who has multiple black boyfriends. I'd heard that black guys had big cocks, so I presumed Mom liked that. There wasn't anything that seemed like a relationship, but the same half dozen guys were her regulars. I got to know them all and they all treated me well enough.

Mom usually had a guy come for dinner and stay the night. Sometimes they would stay for several days, but usually they didn't. Mom liked to keep her daytimes open. Later I learned that she would have guys stop by for quickies during the day – usually one of two, but sometimes as many as five. I thought for awhile she was a prostitute, but she assured me that she was not – she described it as a "calling" – something I just didn't get.

At school we were taking Sex Education, which I was eager to start at first, until I realized that we didn't cover anything useful, just a bunch of biology stuff. At dinner time Tom, who was staying over that night, asked me how school was going and I told him.

"Maybe it's time for you to learn something practical about sex," Tom said, glancing over at Mom.

"He's pretty young for that," said Mom, "Wouldn't it be better to wait awhile?"

"I think he may be ready to be a jack," replied Tom, "Shouldn't he get started now?"

"I suppose," said Mom, "It's just that he's growing up so soon, but I definitely want him to be a jack."

"What's a jack?" I asked.

"That's short for jack of spades," Tom explained, "Your mom is a queen of spades, which it the female equivalent." Tom turned to Mom and asked her to show me. I had no idea what was coming, but she stepped out of the room and returned in a few minutes completely naked!

I'd seen pictures of naked women before, but never one in real life, and never Mom! She had a hot body, with lovely tits and a shaved pussy. There was something above her pussy which became clearer as she approached me. Soon I could see it was a tatoo of black spade (like the ace of spades), but with a "Q" inside.

Tom continued, "Your mom had dedicated herself to the service of black men, which is what her tatoo proclaims. If you become a jack you will also service black men."

"What kind of service?" I asked. For all I knew they would want me to wash their cars.

"Come into the bedroom and I'll teach you," he said. We all went to the bedroom and Tom told me to undress, as he did as well. I was embarrassed that I was hard, and tried to turn away, but Mom approached me and took hold of my cock. It felt better than any time I ever handled myself. She squeezed and asked, "Do you like Tom's cock?"

"I don't know," I said, new to all of this, but definitely enjoying Mom's touch.

"Maybe you just need to get to know it better," she said, leading me by the cock closer to Tom, "Hold it in your hands."

Tom's cock was really huge, especially compared to my little boy cock. It was soft when I took it in my hands and I enjoyed the way it responded to my touch, growing hard in my hands. I'd been jacking off for months now, so I began to stroke Tom as he grew harder.

"Kneel down so you can get a better look," Mom urged, and I dropped to my knees. Now with Tom's huge cock inches from my face, I had a view of cock like I'd never had before. Mom knelt next to me and continued to play with my cock, keeping me aroused.

"You can kiss it if you want," said Tom. I had no idea why I'd want to do anything like that, but after a while I decided to give it a try, and pressed my lips to the head of his cock, where a small droplet of liquid was forming.

"That's good," said Tom, "Now just stick out your tongue and lick the head."

I licked the droplet up and kind of liked the salty taste. This sure wasn't anything like Sex Education class – I was glad to be learning the real thing!

"You're doin' good," assured Tom, "Now open your mouth and suck it."

My mouth opened and Tom pressed his cock into my mouth. It filled my mouth completely but most of it was still outside. Guided by Tom's directions, I moved my tongue around his cock and got to know his cock. It never occurred to me to suck a cock before, but I really liked it – it felt so right – like this was what I was meant to do. I was so grateful to be learning this now.

Mom encouraged me as well, saying that always knew I'd be a great jack. I still didn't know what that really meant, but I liked it so far.

"Your turn now," Tom said to Mom, and she let go of my cock and got onto the bed. Tom told me to kneel next to the bed and be ready to continue. He got onto the bed and slipped his massive cock into Mom's pussy. Soon he was pumping away and Mom was moaning. He fucked her for a few minutes before calling out to me, "I'm finishing in your mouth!"

Tom quickly dismounted Mom and brought his massive cock to me again. I opened my mouth and he pressed in, giving me a first taste of pussy. He stroked his cock as I sucked, and soon pumped his hot load into my mouth. It was really strong tasting, and different from anything else. I wasn't sure if I liked the taste but realized that it really didn't matter – I was just thrilled to be having sex at my age!

"It's okay to swallow," Tom said, and I did. Even so, there was a strong aftertaste remaining, reminding me that I'd just taken Tom's load.

"Better finish off your Mom," Tom said. I climbed up on the bed and she taught me how to lick her pussy, giving special attention to her clitty. They sure didn't teach anything like this at school!

Mom kept me licking her until she had cum twice, and then said it was my turn. She told me to kneel on the floor and hold Tom's cock in my mouth while I jacked off. She handed me a box of tissues to use when I came, and knelt next to me. As I stroked she slipped a finger between my ass cheeks and pressed a lubed finger into my hole.

"Just go with this," she said, "I think you'll like it." She stroked her finger in and out, which added to my arousal. To my surprise, having Tom in my mouth was incredibly arousing, and soon I shot my load into a wad of tissues.

"Wow!" I declared, "That was amazing!"

Mom told me to lay on the bed next to her, and Tom joined us. We lay together with me in the middle, making me feel really special. We napped for a bit and then got up.

"Am I a jack now?" I asked.

"You're off to a good start," Tom said, "But you also need to know and accept the obligations."

"It's really a lifetime commitment," added Mom, "One I've made and am glad I did."

"Okay, so tell me more," I replied.

"As a jack," explained Tom, "You commit to servicing any black guy who wants it."

"You mean by sucking like I just did?" I asked.

"Sometimes that way, but often it will be just a one-on-one blowjob," Tom added, "Or a fuck."

"Tom, he's just a boy," Mom said, "Let's break in his ass easily."

"Good idea," agreed Tom, "I'll ask my son Chris come over and take his virginity, but you can begin prepping him."

Mom told me she would get me started at bedtime.

"Is there a tatoo that I'll get?" I asked.

"Let's give it a few weeks so we know if you're really into this for life," Tom said, "I've got a friend who will do it."

Later, at bedtime, Mom came to my bedroom and showed me a long tapered white plastic object that she said was a vibrator. She told me to get on my hands and knees, with my head down and my butt in the air. She applied some lube to my hole and took hold of my cock, stroking me to erection. She continued to stroke while pressing the vibrator into me. It felt even better than her finger, and I welcomed the intrusion. She stroked it in and out a few times and then flipped the switch. The feeling of it vibrating inside me was wonderful, and I was hoping Mom would make me cum, but she stopped and pulled out the vibrator.

Before I could protest I felt something else pressed into my hole. It was larger and didn't go in as easily. "Press out like you are going to the bathroom," Mom instructed. I did so and the object slipped in and stopped.

Mom explained that it was a butt plug and it would open me up for fucking. She told me I could keep it in as long as it was comfortable. It felt so good I hoped to never take it out. Mom kissed me goodnight and departed.

I was still hard, and the butt plug kept me aroused, so I stroked myself off, thinking about sucking Tom's cock. Soon after I came, I drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to pee, and found the butt plug felt a little uncomfortable, so I got up and went to the bathroom. After peeing I removed the butt plug and washed it, leaving it in the bathroom and returning to bed.

When I awoke I was hard again, and retrieved the butt plug, inserting it once more before jacking off. I hoped that being fucked would feel as good as the butt plug or vibrator. At breakfast Mom said she was keeping my home from school today for jack training. She had four guys scheduled during the day who would normally fuck her, but she said instead I could blow them.

"You might as well get a feel for what being a jack is like," Mom said, "Your day will be punctuated with men needing service, and you'll be expected to deliver."

"I'm glad to do so," I affirmed, "And I'll be getting more sex than anyone at my school."

"Yes, you will," she agreed, "You have a wonderfully positive outlook about this, and it will make you very successful."

Mom explained that Tom would be coming over again and he was bringing his son Chris, who would fuck me. She told me I should have the butt plug in before he arrived, and he would remove it before slipping into me.

Just before lunch Tyrone arrived, and he was glad to hear that I was training to be a jack. His cock was also huge, but not as big as Tom's, so I got a little more in my mouth. He took the time to instruct me on exactly how he liked to be sucked, and I was grateful for the training. I realized that as a beginner, I probably sucked like a girl, and wanted to get past that as soon as I possibly could! Tyrone gave me his load and told me I'd be a great jack – and to just keep practicing.

During lunch, Mom told me that the jack and queen of spade tradition got started because many white men and women grew to appreciate the sexual dominance of black men. Because blacks had been oppressed so long, they felt it only right when white men and women submitted sexually to them.

She told me to keep it a secret, because my white friends simply wouldn't understand and think badly of me. I heeded her advice, though I thought they should envy me, if anything. After lunch Lee arrived, and taught me how he liked to be sucked. I had so much too learn, and was so glad to be getting the first-hand experience in this way.

Shortly after Lee left, Marcus arrived. Mom had texted him and asked him to arrive earlier, since I'd be ready for him. She said she usually scheduled guys an hour apart, but blowjobs went faster, and half-hour intervals would work for me.

Marcus had a long cock which was relatively thin but had a huge mushroom head. It felt really good in my mouth and I loved running my tongue along the ridge of the massive head. Soon he rewarded my efforts and I got the taste of yet another man's seed.

Leroy was next, and said he wanted me to suck him in his car, adding that it was good training to learn in a variety of settings. I sat in the passenger seat and leaned over, holding his erect cock in my mouth as he drove. From time to time he would push my head down, driving his cock to the back of my mouth, gagging me. He quickly released me and chuckled, saying that it would be good for me to get used to real men. It wasn't very pleasant to gag, but I was glad that he was training me.

He drove around for half an hour and parked at a bar. He took me in and led me up to the bar. I was clearly underage and didn't think I belonged there, but when Leroy introduced me to the bar tender as a jack in training, the bar tender made an announcement, telling everyone I'd be available in the men's room. Leroy took me to the men's room and told me to kneel and wait. In a few minutes the door opened and a guy approached me and gave me his cock. I sucked him eagerly, and in only a few minutes he came in my mouth. As I was sucking more guys came in, and when the guy I just finished pulled out, the guy behind took his place. I sucked him and then another. With no more guys waiting, Leroy took me back out and to the bar tender, who told Leroy to bring me behind the bar. Leroy had a beer while the bartender fed me his cock. He told me to suck him gently, and not make him cum right away – he wanted to enjoy my mouth for awhile. I must have sucked him for half an hour, and was getting tired when he finally said to finish my work. I stepped up the pace of my sucking, and soon he spilled his semen in my mouth.

On the way back home Leroy pulled off into a roadside park and led me to a picnic table. He leaned against the table and took out his cock. I looked around and saw that we were out in the open, and anyone driving by would be able to see me sucking. "Are you ashamed that you're a cocksucker?" he asked.

"No," I replied, "But wasn't sure about sucking him here."

"A jack sucks wherever he is expected to," he instructed. I nervously dropped to my knees and began to suck.

He was in no hurry to cum, apparently relishing the idea of me sucking him in public. I could hear the cars whiz by, and every few cars would honk their horns, so I knew they saw me. I just hoped that nobody I knew would see me. After about fifteen minutes Leroy seemed no closer to cumming, but I heard a car pull up nearby. Leroy told me to just keep sucking, so I did, and soon I heard two young sounding black buys talking with Leroy. He explained that I was a jack in training, and that I'd blow them if they wanted.

Leroy told me to stop and take care of the new guys. I turned and saw them standing there with their cocks hanging out. One approached me and I began to suck him as the other stood next to him. Leroy told me to stroke him, so I did as I sucked. The guy I sucked came quickly, and I turned my attention to the second guy, as passing cars continued to honk.

Once I finished the second guy, they left, thanking Leroy for sharing. They should have thanked me, but that wasn't the way with jacks. I resumed sucking Leroy, and as he got close he repeatedly pulled my head to him, gagging me. By the time he filled my mouth with cum I had tears streaming down my face. I had to swallow several times because his load was so big.

He pulled out and said I was getting some great experience for a beginner. We got back in the car and took me home and dropped me off. Mom saw that my eyes were red and asked what had happened. I told her the whole story and she said I was becoming a jack faster than she had become a queen. She said that we would have to tell Tom all about it, because that would probably accelerate my becoming an official jack.

When Tom arrived, Mom couldn't wait to fill him in, and he said that I might be ready by the weekend, if I was willing to take the vow by then. He showed me a written copy of the vow, which basically said that I would service any black guy any time I was asked to, wherever they wanted me to. I was already doing that, so I had no objection.

"Are you ready to lose your virginity?" Tom asked. I told him I was, and Mom told me I should go put the butt plug in because Chris would be arriving soon. When Chris arrived we all went into the bedroom and got undressed. Even though Mom wasn't participating much, her nudity would add to the guys arousal. Mom stroked Chris to hardness, then he slipped his cock into her pussy, getting wet and slippery. After stroking a few times in Mom, Chris pulled out and came to me. I was on my hands and knees awaiting his entry. Chris removed the butt plug and pressed his slippery cock to my hole. I pushed out and he slipped right in – it felt great! He began to pump my ass, as his father approached my face. I opened my mouth and sucked him, now enjoying my first time getting it in both ends at once!

I never thought that having a cock up my ass would feel this great, but it sure did! I sucked as my virginity melted away, then Chris called out as he took hold of my hips and thrust deep into me. It hurt a little as he bottomed out, but it was one of the many things I would readily endure as a jack.

He pulled out and Tom pulled out of my mouth, not yet cumming. I was shocked to find that Tom was now pressing his cock to my hole, planning to fuck me as well. I worried about his size, but fortunately I’d been opened up quite a bit by Chris. I pushed out as Tom pressed into me. I felt a stretch and a little pain, and Tom stopped, telling me to just relax and get adjusted to him. I did, and the pain subsided, and then Tom pushed in further. Soon he was pumping in and out of me, and I was proud to be taking a real man's cock in me. In a few minutes Tom came but didn't thrust deep or bottom out like Chris did. I thanked him for going easy on me.

That night I slept well, having an incredible amount of sex, and realizing that I was probably the only guy in my class who wasn't a virgin – and really proud of it!

I was back to school the next day, and Mom arranged for more guys to stop by in the evening for blowjobs. By the time the weekend arrived I couldn't even remember how many black cocks I'd drained.

Tom took me to Jamal, a friend who had a tattoo parlor. He also set me up on the national jack-of-spades registry. Before doing so, he read me the oath, and I swore that I would abide by it. Then he had me pose naked, with Tom's cock in my mouth, since he was my sponsor. I gave my cell number, email address and home address, which Jamal entered, and uploaded the picture of me sucking Tom.

Then he had me sit in a reclining chair while he tattooed the jack of spades symbol just above my boyish cock. It hurt, but I endured, knowing it was an important step for me. Once done, I stood naked next to Tom, holding his cock in one hand, and posed for another picture, showing off my new tattoo.

He took me home and told me to put some aloe lotion on the tattoo for the next few days. After that it didn't hurt, and in a week it was just a proud part of me.

It seemed kind of a shame to that the tattoo was hidden under my clothes. As I went through my classes I wondered what my friends would think if only they knew. Of course, I didn't really want them to know, but it was amusing to ponder how shocked they would be.

The next time I had gym class I realized that I had a problem – how would I conceal my tattoo in the shower? I hurried to get into the shower first, holding my towel in front of me. I faced the shower wall so nobody would see, then I saw Jason, a black kid next to me and decided to risk it. I turned to face him and he did a double-take.

"Are you a ..." he began.

"Sure am," I affirmed, "But don't let any of the white guys know."

"I won't," Jason promised, "But I'll make sure all the black guys know."

The next day Jason came up to me and told me of a particular boy's room that was used only by the black guys, and I should stop in. I was really nervous about it, but Jason agreed to go with me at a time we agreed upon. It was immediately after the final bell of the day. We met at the boy's room entrance and walked in. Immediately all eyes were on me, and Jason said, "He's a jack!"

That caught everyone by surprise, as they never expected a jack in our school. Some had no idea what a jack was, but a few did. Soon I was on my knees sucking one guy after another. At our age, guys are always horny and it only took a few minutes for each to cum. I was in the middle of sucking the ninth guy when we heard, "What the hell is going on here?" It was Mr. Mitchel, a black English teacher. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to my feet and told me to come with him. I knew I was in a whole lot of trouble now. Mr. Mitchel took me to his classroom and demanded an explanation. Before I could answer I heard Jason say timidly from the doorway, "Excuse me, may I say something?"

"Yeah," said Mr. Mitchel, "But it better be good!"

"Sebastian is a jack," Jason said, "He was only doing what he was supposed to do."

"That sounds like a line of crap!" Mr. Mitchel shot back, "He's too young to be a jack."

"Is that true?" he asked me, and I nodded. He asked if I could prove it, and I unhooked and unzipped my pants, pulling the front down enough to expose my tattoo.

"I never heard of a jack so young!" he said, "But the boy's room isn't a good place – if a different teacher had caught us it could have gone very badly. He told me not to go there any more and he would try to make other arrangements. He also invited me to stop by his house if I liked. I figured he wanted me to service him, but didn't dare do it at school, so I took his address and wrote it down.

I went home and told Mom what had happened. She said it was lucky that Mr. Mitchel was so understanding, and I should go see him without delay. She drove me over immediately and went in with me. Mr. Mitchel seemed embarrassed to see Mom, but when she explained that she was a queen and undressed, he was at ease. I undressed as did Mr. Mitchel. He felt Mom's breasts as I sucked him, and soon he rewarded my efforts. He thanked us both and we got dressed and returned home.

The next day Mr. Mitchel called me to meet with him doing his free hour. He explained that he had made arrangements with Mr. Blair, the drama teacher, to use one of the small rehearsal rooms after school. Mr. Blair was black and knew about my being a jack, and asked that I stop by his house from time to time.

From that point on I sucked in the rehearsal room for about half an hour after school each day before going home. The number of guys varied a lot from three to fifteen. When I had fifteen, I had to stay over to finish, but I didn't mind it. The extra loads were well worth it!

Now that I was in the national registry, I got email and text requests regularly. It seemed that adult men really enjoyed a young jack, and I was swallowing a whole lot of cum!

By the time I graduated from high school I'd given over a thousand blowjobs and planned to spend the rest of my life swallowing as much cum as I could milk out of BBCs – and there were always plenty of BBCs for me!

  To be continued . . .

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