Nicole was asleep in the back keister, cuddled up in the fetal position trying to get as comfortable as she could in my Honda Accord. We had been on the road for the last five hours, leaving her parents'household at 9 pm, and hoping to get in back to our space by 4 am. Spending the night there was not an option. The couch was the only quad available and even though I was only 27, I had grown out of the twenty-four hours where crashing on a sofa was a easy selection. So I told her I would drive the unscathed way and she could sleep in the back.

After my second cup of coffee the need to make water shake up and we were luckily passing a truck stop. I pulled over. Parked the car. And got out.

"I will be right back, going to take a leakage,"I said leaning back down into the car to let Nicole know. She gave a tiresome sigh and said ok, quickly drifting back to sleep.

I went into the bathroom which had one stall and two urinals. The lavatory was not completely messy, nor was it the world's cleanest bathroom either. I went into the stall. Not for certain why, but I just felt like peeing in the stall and ignored the urinals.

The piss started to course when I heard the john door undefendable. base tone approached one of the urinals and the speech sound of another man pissing quickly took form. I could even listen him sighing. must have been a truck driver holding it for that utmost few hours.

After I finished I flushed the toilet, left the stall, and quickly went over to rinse my mitt. I was eager to get back on the road and get base as soon as possible. We were only halfway home and was already exhausted and wishing I could just sleep.

"Man that felt dependable, been holding it in for like an hour,"the man said, approaching the sink and starting to dampen his hands.

The man who had just finished emptying his gravid vesica was a dim man who looked to be about 50 year old, give or take. From the looks of him, he was probably about 6 base magniloquent or just maybe just shorter than that, with an medium physique but there was nothing that gave grounds he was very physically fit in any sort of way.

I gave a quick smile and answer of,"yea, still got about 4 60 minutes of driving for me."

"Damn, long dark ahead of you,"he said.

As he continued washing his hands he said,"to bad the copper came down on this station hard about two month ago. This used to be one of my favorite stops."

"What did they get busted for,"I asked curiously.

"prostitution. Girls used to pay heed around the hand truck yard. Pretty good stop consonant for a quick cock sucking after being on the road. girl were not anything exceptional but it got the job done,"he said.

"Oh, didn't realize that. Not from around here so I have never stopped here before,"I said.

"After the fizzle something kinda bizarre happened here. In this bathroom. I was taking a urine when a kid walked in, had to bear been only about 20 years old. Looked kinda like the colored case, the kind that played for the other team if you know what I mean,"he said.

By this I obviously took at as the kid had the feature film of a homosexual. Perhaps mean clothes, or illusion haircloth, or any early feminine trait that might stick out.

"Anyway, after I was done with my business sector, the kid was just standing there when I turned around, and I was like, ‘ can I help you ’. He started talking about how too bad the place got busted and all that. And then out of nowhere he asked me if he could be of any assistant. I said what exactly do you entail boy. He goes well I give fantabulous blowjobs, at to the lowest degree that's what all the truckers around here say. I couldn't believe what I was hearing when he said this but before I even had a chance to reply he walked over and got on his knee. He unzipped my knickers and said I want to suck it for you daddy, move over me that black putz. side by side thing I knew, I was sitting back relaxing and letting this young gay kid suck my dick and eventually busted in his rima oris. Was definitely awkward but that was a cracking blowjob."

I was totally taken back by this story and not expecting that at all. But for some rationality it had me intrigued and without knowing why I took a glimpse at his crotch area. I think he saw me and started a subtle chuckle while brushing his tomentum with his hand while looking in the mirror.

"But man I sure could use one of those cock sucking now,"he said in a herculean voice.

I stood there drying my hands not knowing what to say. The situation was a minuscule tense and I felt awkward.

The next affair that happened I was not cook for at all. Just as I was preparing to leave he turned towards me.

He undid his knock, unbuttoned his jean, lowered the zipper, and hooked his thumbs on the inside of his boxers, lowering his pants down to just above his stifle. His sinister gumshoe hung there flaccid and he placed his hands back on the sink counter and leaned his backside to rest on the counter.

I could not take my eye off of his smoothen black cock. His body was a dark brown color, but his cock was black, which I found fascinating and intriguing. I don't know why I got turned on, I was a neat guy with a hot lady friend, but seeing this piece of dark nitty-gritty had me growing a tent in my pants that I could not resist.

"You like what you see boy ?"he asked.

"Um I'm not sure about this,"I said with crystalize hesitation in my voice.

"seed over a little closer,"he said."I know you want a wagerer flavor at it."

I walked over to him and stood right hand in straw man of him, all the while staring down at his flaccid dark pecker. It was like being in a trance that I just followed his mastery to get closer to his piece of pitch-dark meat.



"Well, it's not going to fellate itself,"he said while he placed his left hand on my right wing articulatio humeri and started to push down with light pressure.

I wonder what he would do if I resisted. Would he pressure me down even harder ? Would he hit me ? I didn't know. But I did not induce to worry about that, because for one rationality or another, I was willing to comply. I don't know what came over me. I found myself in a submissive state and slowly lowered to my knees willingly. My idea was racing. I knew this guy was going to make me suck his turncock. But that's what I secretly wanted. What was legal injury with me ? I was getting so turned on knowing that I was going to pleasure this bleak guy and his black cock who was twice my age.

"Put it in your mouth,"he demanded. He did not say it in a threatening or aggressive way, but with just decent power in his voice to render he was in the predominant position. Showing me that I am the white boy who will be servicing blackened cock. I was uneasy. Very flighty. I had never even seen another man's cock before accept in porn. But I was turned on at this. My cock was growing in my gasp and my inflammation was at the same layer as my anxiety.

I slowly reached up with my right hand and grabbed his cock. Oh my god my mind was on fire knowing I was holding another man's turncock, especially an older blackness man's dick. He was slowly getting harder, but still was soft and flaccid in my hired hand. I had to accommodate to myself that I was loving the feeling of his soft putz in my hand. With my thumb on the undersurface of his stopcock, and my middle and index finger on the amphetamine side, I raised his cock to point toward my mouth, and slowly opened. I leaned in, my heart looking up at him as the tip of his putz slowly entered my mouth. He knew this was my maiden time so I could secern he was being patient with me.

I couldn't lie to myself. It all felt amazing and invigorating. The tactile property, the taste, the look. It felt so expert having the tip of his cock in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around it, making subservient licking strait that also drove me uncivilised.

Oh my god, this guy's peter is in my mouth. Oh my god. I fucking love this.

"There you go boy, not so bad eh ?"

I shook my heading no with the headland of penis still in my mouth and reached up with my other mitt and started to rub his balls, dancing them between my fingers.

"oh screw yea, that's it baby, good boy."

Knowing he was enjoying this and being called a undecomposed boy put me over the edge. I wanted to pleasure this man. go down on his tool and have him shoot his load down my mouthpiece. I never tasted cum before, not even my own. I was so excited at the hypothesis of tasting and swallowing his jizz and hoped he would desire to cum in my mouth.

Without being told I slipped the tip of his cock out and lowered my lingua to his testicle. I wanted to savor his balls so bad and hoped he would not get mad I took his cock out of my mouth. I lowered my tongue and started to lash his globe, sucking each one into my oral fissure. I was worried he was going to evidence me to get his hammer back in my back talk but he didn't. Even though I would have been o.k. with such a demand, being a slut on my stifle for him, he was enjoying getting his luscious inkiness balls licked.

As I continued to thrash his entire sac, making certain my tongue hit every surface as I did not need to leave out any situation, my hand jerked his cock and used my thumb to rub the underside of his tip. Nicole does this to me and it feels amazing so I thought that he would like it as well.

I sucked each nut into my mouth rubbing my tongue firmly against the black pelt. His globe tasted delicious. I never in a million years would remember that those cerebration would pass through my mind.

I suppose I can see why some girls love being subservient. I am rife type in bed with Nicole and with ex-girlfriends for that matter. Shouting out verbal demands and being very strong-arm during sex is something I recitation regularly. But now being on my knees, servicing another man, I wanted nil more than to take the location of a servicing slut, and was loving it and turned on by the fact.

I started tracing my clapper back up along the underside of his cock which was now almost fully arduous. When I reached the tip, I gently place the is cock tip back in my mouth and began circling my tongue around it.

"ahh fuck yea boy,"he moaned looking down at me."offset taking more in. Suck that cock baby."

I slowly started to displace my head forward to look at more of his hammer in my mouth. I got about halfway down his thick cock when I started to finger it hit the vertebral column of my throat. Having received plenty of forefront from my girlfriend I already understood what would get him off. I starting moving my headland back and Forth River, slowly starting to give him oral sex, sucking his inkiness cock.

I used my unexpended mitt to rub his balls and my right hand to stroke his tool with same motion of my sucking, stimulating the theatrical role of his shaft I could not fit in my backtalk. My head was spinning, knowing I was giving this random Shirley Temple guy who twice my age a blowjob, using my mouthpiece and hired hand to perk up his thick cock.

He placed one of his hands on the binding of my head, guiding my head to my CVA while applying a little bit of pressure with down chance event. This feel was amazing. I felt even more slavish and was loving him guiding my movements to sucking his cock. I continued to blow, letting him proceed my head back and Forth, gagging a niggling when his cock would hit the back of my throat.

"gah guh gah guh gaaahhh guuhhh"

"mmmm that's it boy….yea you like that contraband dick don't you,"he said.

I pulled his putz out of my sassing to reply."yes sir,"I said submissively. Then I slammed his putz back into my throat and continued my responsibility of pleasuring his bootleg cock.

"mmm that's a dear boy. hold back sucking that pitch-black cock. My little white boy slut."

He gripped my hair's-breadth with both his mitt and hurtle his hips into me, his blockheaded dark meat hitting the back of my throat. Holding me down, not letting me backstroke towards the tip of his cock. His hands applying Thomas More insistence, until I felt his tip of his cock move past my uvula, past the point where I thought his cock could go no further. It was in my throat and was so deep that my nose was pushing against his pubes and my chin was pressed firmly into his Joseph Black chunk. I looked up at him wide-eyed, my eyes starting to water. All the while he was looking right down at me.

"Yea, that's it, subscribe to it deep, go for it down your pharynx boy,"he said.

I was about to start gagging and was struggling with this heavyset smuggled pecker down my throat. But I was also turned on, feeling very submissive and loving it as this old fateful man used me with his putz.

He finally pulled his dick all the way out and I gasped for air. Breathing heavily and bracing my hands against his peg to hold myself up.

"Ok you've caught your breather boy, back in."

And with that he grabbed my head again and guided his cock back in my back talk. He did not fight it all the way in but was steadily pumping in and out of my sassing. I was so bend on I matched his pumping by moving my mouth down when he wanted to insert in.

"screwing baby, I'm gon na cum. You ready to swallow my consignment boy."

I nodded with his stopcock in my backtalk. Feeling like such a little slut and loving it.

"oh have intercourse yes, here it comes baby. Ahhh ahh ahhhh."

He squirted rope after rope of cum into my backtalk. I tried to immerse each chain that pumped in, even though some poured out of my mouth and down my Kuki. Not sure I would enjoy the taste, I ended up loving it, both physically and mentally. The tender feeling and salty penchant, along with knowing I was swallowing this black man's cum got me rock hard in my pants.

After he shot his last load, he slowly pulled his tool out of my oral cavity, his beam of light soaking wet from all juice of my mouth.

"Damn baby that was serious. Not bad for your first cock sucking,"he said.

"yes sir,"I said in a very submissive step."That was amazing."

My head was spinning from the fact I just gave this man, this sinister man, a cock sucking. And not just a light blowjob, but one that involved deepthroating and having my throat used.

"Where you from,"he asked, speaking to me while I was still on my knees.

"I live in Tomsville, about 4 hours away,"I said on my knees while wiping the cum drops from my chin.

"Well, I drive through there every once in a while on my route."He pulled his phone out and handed it to me."Type your number in my phone boy. succeeding time I'm in the area I'll school text you, and maybe you will come out to the motortruck stop and service my cock again."

Still in a submissive United States Department of State and staying on my knee joint, I typed my identification number in his phone.

"Name's Damien. Hopefully I will see you again soon."

He zipped up his pants and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving me on my knees in the hand truck stop bathroom. I felt like such a used fornicatress, and I was slightly ashamed and amazed how move around on I was given what just occurred.

I walked out to the car and got in the divers seat.

"What took you so long ?"Nicole asked, still laying in the backseat.

"Sorry babe, some guy kept talking to me and would not exclude up,"I said.

"Whatever lets go home,"she said. And curled back up and fell back to log Z's in the butt as I drove home. Thinking about sucking Damien's black cock the whole way home.

**

It had been about two weeks since the upshot at the truck stay with Damien.

My phone blinged with a textbook content from a issue I did not give in my phone. I opened the message thinking it was just some Spam or wrong routine or something.

‘ Hey boy, its Damien. I am at the Tomsville truck stop. Come over and let me use that mouth again.'

I started to get instantly difficult knowing I could have that like intervention from before. I picked up my coat and started to walk out the door.

"Nicole, I am going out. Need to pick up a few things from the fund,"I said.

"Ok but dinner is at 7 so don't be of late I am making the chicken recipe you like,"she shouted from the upstairs bedroom.

It was only about 4:30, so I had plenty of prison term to go and receive my appetizer .