Adventures Of A White Cocksucker 1

My name is Joseph, but only my mother calls me that now. Friends call me Joe. I go by other names sometimes, like White Slut, Cocksucker, Faggot, Bitch, but I'll get back to that. I'm a 30- year-old GWM. Half Irish, half-unknown. That's what I always put on my profiles. I'm the product of a rape. It's such a sensitive subject for my mother that I have never asked her who her rapist was, if she knew, or what he looked like. I've always had the feeling that in the act of violence that impregnated my mother somehow my father raped me as well. That may be why I've always sought out rough, dominant men for sex.

I stand at 5 feet, 10 inches and weigh 165 lbs, with reddish brown hair, mustache and goatee; blue eyes under thick brows and very fair skin with freckles across my nose, prone to burning quickly in the sun. My ears stick out like jug handles, a zircon in one, and a silver hoop in the other. Don't have a six-pack anymore, but my stomach is perfectly flat and my waist is slim. Hairy armpits, hair across my chest with a trail of hair down the center of my belly to my bushy crotch, and my legs are hairy. My nipples aren't big but almost always hard, ever since I had both pierced with silver rings. I hesitate to describe my cock to you, because I'm ashamed of it, but you won't be able to picture me unless I do.

It's only 6 inches hard and skinny with a small head and small, low-hanging, hairy balls. I won't bother to give its length when soft and shriveled. On the other hand, the rest of my body is not a total waste. My bubble butt is small and tight; and my arms, shoulders, and chest are well developed from doing daily pushups and occasionally playing with dumbbells since I was a 15. That was also was the same year I started having sex. I have 15 years of stories. This is one of them.

His name was Tunk, or at least that's what they called him on the street. Why, I don't know. He was a few years younger than me, but loomed over me like a giant. He had coal-black skin, wide eyes, a broad nose with large flaring nostrils and big lips, nappy black hair, sometimes stubble on his chin. He favored LeVar Burton from Roots, only Tunk was six-foot two or three with a hard, lean, naturally muscular physique, reeking of masculinity. He walked & talked like a cold ghetto-thug, even though he came from a nice home in the leafy suburbs.

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The first time I met him was on a hot August night when I was loitering around the park downtown looking for sex. I was sitting on a bench along an obscure path through the park, a spot overlooking the river, concealed by trees and bushes. I had a brown bag on the bench beside me that held two six packs of Colt 45. I was drinking one. It was safe to drink in this park. Cops never patrolled through here. I was out for game. Malt liquor and a pack of Newport were all I needed to hook up with black and Hispanic men passing by at night. Some were straight or bisexual cruising for sex, some were straight guys staggering home drunk or high from a party, taking a short cut or needing to take a piss against a tree.

If they weren't drunk already, a few cans of Colt usually did the trick. I would take the conversation from bullshit to sports to sex. By the time a few Colts were inside them, I could usually get them to talk about the women they've fucked, to tell me about orgies they've been in, what was the strangest sex they ever had. More often than not, the guy would tell me the strangest sex he ever had was the time he let another guy go down on him. Sometimes the other guy is a hustler in a drag that he didn't realize was a man until after the deed was done. Sometimes the other guy was a fag. It never ceased to amaze me how many black and Hispanic men have had a blowjob from a fag at one time or another. By the time a guy has told me this, he's usually figured out when I'm after and playing along until we get down to business.

That's how I met Tunk. I was drinking a Colt 45 on the bench when he came sauntering along, obviously drunk. His shirt was off, giving me a good look at his hard muscular chest and ripped abs. His baggy jeans drooped from his narrow hips, with his boxer shorts on display.

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He asked for a cigarette, which I promptly provided. "Damn, that beer looks good," he said. "You got another one of them cold ones, yo?" It was not like he was asking. I felt small and helpless before him. He knew that I had beer and he was having some. It was as simple as that.

He told me his name and after a few more beers, he was the one who brought up the subject of sex. It came at the conclusion of rambling story about how his mother passed away and his dad kicked him out of the house when he turned 18; and how today was his 21st birthday which was why he was drunk, and how all his friends didn't want to have anything to do with him because he sometimes smoked crack; and that the one thing he wanted for his birthday was to be with a woman, but the only bitches he knew were whores and it would be a cold day in hell before he paid a bitch for sex. In fact, bitches should be the ones paying him.

"Bitches go crazy-shit over my dick," he bragged. "They take one look at me and they know my snake is long as hell! Dayumm, yo! This shit is wack! I can't even get a fuckin' blowjob for my birthday! All I fuckin' want is to get my dick sucked and I can't even get that!"

Tunk jumped up from the bench and paced. He pounded his angry fists into a tree trunk so hard that I thought he would rip the skin from his knuckles.

"Hey, be careful," I said. "You'll hurt yourself."

"What are you, a faggot?" he asked, looking at me sharply. Again, not a question, but an assertion. "Yo, maybe I am gonna get my dick sucked tonight. You ever suck cock, Joe?"

"Yeah, I've messed around with some guys before."

"You wanna suck my dick right now? That's what I'm lookin' for, man. C'mon, suck my dick right now. Come over here and get it."

Tunk leaned back against the tree and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them halfway down his thighs, along with his boxers. His flaccid cock was as long as mine erect. A beautiful long black snake, thick and uncut. Almost no pubic hair. His smooth balls were the size of walnuts.

I dropped to my knees took the head of his dangling cock between my lips.

"Oh, yeah, just like dat," he moaned. "Take it all, man. Yeah, suck my dick. Make it get hard in yo mouth."

I worked that African spear all the way down my throat, tonguing it and licking his nuts. I gagged as it stiffened into a nine inch pipe, but I was able to take it. I've sucked a lot of cocks in my day and know how to relax my throat to take even the biggest tool.

"Yo, you ever been with a black guy before?"

I nodded as I continued sucking his cock. His hips began to thrust.

"Then you know what it's all about, man. It's all about that cash, know what I'm sayin'? You gotta help a brother out. How much you got on you?"

Tunk held my head down on his crotch with one hand, impaling my throat, his balls banging my chin, and with the other hand he reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar.

"You got any more?" he demanded.

I shook my head no. My eyes must have been wide with fright.

"That's okay, it's all good. Keep suckin' that dick. You paid for it, baby. Enjoy it all you want. You like my dick, don't you. You ever had a dick this big?"

I shook my head no.

"Then this is yo lucky day, Mikey. I'm gonna let you suck the juice right out of my dick. Yahhhhh, suck it like that. Dayummm, you a good cocksucker. Do all white boys suck cock like this? Sheee-ittt, that's what I thought!" he roared when I nodded yes.

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