Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 01

Note to readers: This story is the beginning chapter of a journey for a naive young white man, David, who is gently coerced into sucking his first black cock as he finds he is out of options when he cannot pay the rent for his apartment. This first encounter will eventually lead down a dark path of submission to other men and 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 a black man, Mr. Carver, the Superintendent of the apartment complex David lives in.

This story contains scenes with Gay Male Dominance & Submission, Interracial sex, cocksucking, throat fucking, and some gagging.

Mr. Carver and I Find a Solution to my Rent Problem

"Please Mr. Carver, I'll do anything! I'll suck your cock!"

The words of desperation came out of my mouth before I even had time to process them.Oh my god! What did I just say?

Mr. Carver didn't move a muscle. He stared at me for a moment thoughtfully but there was an almost imperceptible rise at the corners of his mouth—you could almost call it the beginnings of a grin. He knew he had me and his piercing stare sent an electric signal to my brain that I had just crossed a Rubicon. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to enter a phase in my life where I wouldn't be entirely in control of my own destiny and had no idea when I would be able to get back to my ...

... 'normal' life.

Mr. Carver said softly, but with authority, "Follow me." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I had been standing in the front doorway of my ground floor apartment when Mr. Carver stopped by as he always did at the end of the month to collect the rent. I had told him I didn't have the money, but would be able to get it in a few days. Not surprisingly, that strategy didn't work as I'm sure he had heard every excuse in the book why people couldn't pay their rent. My reassurances to him that I would have the money soon fell on deaf ears. I had known a few other tenants in our complex who had been unable to pay their rent and had been evicted by the landlord.

I closed my front door and followed Mr. Carver across the small plaza in the middle of the apartment complex. The complex is laid out with four 'L' shaped apartment buildings surrounding a large green common area. We walked under the swaying palm trees and past the scattered rhododendron bushes, grassy areas and patio furniture as well as a small Jacuzzi in the middle of the quad used by the tenants.

Mr. Carver crossed the quad and headed between C and D buildings on the east side of the complex while I tagged along behind him. After we walked between the two buildings he turned left down a long corridor at the back of the complex. I knew we were heading to the 'Super's' office, a dark, dank, crowded little room piled high with boxes of replacement parts, lightbulbs, tools, paperwork, and assorted fast ...