Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 02

Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 02

Note to readers: This story continues the journey of a naive young white man, David, who is gently coerced into sucking his first black cock when he finds he is out of options and cannot pay the rent for his apartment. This chapter leads him further down a dark path of submission to other men and brings new levels of debauchery for the young lad. If this is your cup of tea, read on to follow his descent into becoming a full-fledged black cock whore as he finds himself helpless to submit to the sexual demands of not only Mr. Carver, who we met in Chapter one, but a second black man, Mr. Rawlings who will also dominate young David.

This story contains scenes with Gay Male Dominance & Submission, Interracial sex, cocksucking, throat fucking, a threesome, tea bagging, cum play, and gagging.

For the Time Being, My New Job Description is 'Cocksucker'

I got back to my apartment, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on my couch.

I needed to clear my head.

Wow, I thought to myself,what just happened?

I had offered to suck our Super's cock if he would give me some more time to come up with the money to pay my rent. It was supposed to be a one-time thing and then I'd find the money and move on with my life.

Only now, I'm 'on call' for Mr. Carver and I'm supposed to run to his apartment or his office whenever, as he put it, "he needs to use my mouth."

I could still feel the heaviness of all the jizz Mr. Carver had ...

... deposited in my belly.How does one man produce that much semen?

I took a long swig of cold beer and that seemed to flatten out the taste of cum which had permeated my mouth and throat. How do professional hookers take dozens of cum loads in a day? Did they walk around with the perpetual taste of semen in their mouth? That was just one man and the taste in my mouth felt like I had just been blasted with horse jizz!

It wasn't bad, I guess, just very strong and it was a reminder of what I had done that afternoon: gotten on my knees and let another man pump my throat with his cock until he released his seed and then I had swallowed it all down.

Every drop.

It did turn me on a bit, I had to admit. But was I now a Cocksucker? Like in the porn videos?

Even with all his jizz in my belly, my stomach growled for food. I heated up a couple of slices of pizza and sat down on my couch to enjoy my dinner. When I finished the pizza and beer, I channel surfed on YouTube for a bit as I eased my head back on the couch. My body relaxed and I felt the excitement of the day's events ease into a soft gray nothingness as I closed my eyes.

I must have drifted off to sleep when I heard my phone vibrating on the coffee table. I jerked my head up.

The phone buzzed again and I picked it up and looked at the screen. It was a text from Mr. Carver.

The text read, "I need to use your mouth again. Now. I'm up in my apartment. Don't make me wait cocksucker."

I looked at my watch. It was ...