Nicole was asleep in the plunk for seat, cuddled up in the fetal position trying to get as comfortable as she could in my Honda conformity. We had been on the road for the in conclusion five 60 minutes, leaving her parents'planetary house at 9 pm, and hoping to arrive back to our position by 4 am. Spending the dark there was not an choice. The couch was the only distance available and even though I was only 27, I had grown out of the day where crashing on a couch was a comfortable option. So I told her I would drive the unscathed way and she could catch some Z's in the back.

After my second cup of burnt umber the penury to piss call forth and we were luckily passing a motortruck stop. I pulled over. Parked the car. And got out.

"I will be right back, going to lease a leak,"I said leaning back down into the car to let Nicole roll in the hay. She gave a tiresome sigh and said ok, quickly drifting back to sleep.

I went into the bathroom which had one kiosk and two urinals. The lavatory was not completely mussy, nor was it the humanity's cleanest bathroom either. I went into the stall. Not sure why, but I just felt care pissing in the stall and ignored the urinals.

The piss started to flow when I heard the bathroom door open. Foot pace approached one of the urinals and the sound of another man pissing quickly took build. I could even hear him sighing. mustiness have been a trucker holding it for that net few hours.

After I finished I flushed the toilet, left the carrel, and quickly went over to wash my hands. I was tidal bore to get back on the road and get home as soon as possible. We were only halfway home and was already exhausted and wishing I could just sleep.

"Man that felt near, been holding it in for like an time of day,"the man said, approaching the cesspool and starting to wash off his hands.

The man who had just finished emptying his large vesica was a smuggled man who looked to be about 50 years old, give or take. From the looks of him, he was probably about 6 metrical unit tall or just maybe just forgetful than that, with an average physical body but there was nothing that gave evidence he was very physically fit in any sort of way.

I gave a quick smiling and reply of,"yea, still got about 4 hours of driving for me."

"tinker's damn, long night ahead of you,"he said.

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

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

"Prostitution. Girls used to hang around the motortruck chiliad. Pretty good stop for a quick blowjob after being on the route. Girls were not anything extra 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 bust something kinda bizarre happened here. In this bathroom. I was taking a piddle when a kid walked in, had to have got been only about 20 class old. Looked kinda like the colorful type, 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 features of a homophile. Perhaps tight dress, or fancy tomentum, or any other feminine trait that might stick out.

"Anyway, after I was done with my business, 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 billet got busted and all that. And then out of nowhere he asked me if he could be of any help. I said what exactly do you mean boy. He goes well I give fantabulous blowjob, at least 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 answer he walked over and got on his knee. He unzipped my trouser and said I want to suck it for you daddy, give me that black putz. Next thing I knew, I was sitting back relaxing and letting this Thomas Young gay kid suck my putz and eventually busted in his mouth. Was definitely awkward but that was a great blowjob."

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

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

I stood there drying my bridge player not knowing what to say. The post was a little tense and I felt awkward.

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

He undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and hooked his ovolo on the interior of his boxer, lowering his gasp down to just above his knees. His opprobrious peter hung there flaccid and he placed his hands back on the sink replication and leaned his can to remain on the counter.

I could not take my eyes off of his suave black pecker. His body was a nighttime brown coloring, but his cock was Negroid, which I found fascinating and intriguing. I don't know why I got turned on, I was a straight person guy with a hot lady friend, but seeing this piece of dark sum 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 clear reluctance in my voice.

"ejaculate over a little finisher,"he said."I know you want a adept flavor at it."

I walked over to him and stood right field in front of him, all the while staring down at his flaccid dark cock. It was like being in a trance that I just followed his command to get closer to his piece of black nub.



"Well, it's not going to fellate itself,"he said while he placed his left script on my powerful shoulder and started to tug down with unclouded pressure.

I wonder what he would do if I resisted. Would he force me down even arduous ? Would he hit me ? I didn't know. But I did not induce to worry about that, because for one reason or another, I was uncoerced to comply. I don't know what came over me. I found myself in a submissive body politic and slowly lowered to my knees willingly. My nous was racing. I knew this guy was going to make me absorb his cock. But that's what I secretly wanted. What was incorrect with me ? I was getting so turned on knowing that I was going to pleasure this nigrify 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 vocalisation to evince he was in the dominant place. Showing me that I am the white boy who will be servicing Black person rooster. I was nervous. Very nervous. I had never even seen another man's cock before accept in erotica. But I was turned on at this. My dick was growing in my drawers and my excitation was at the Saame grade as my anxiety.

I slowly reached up with my right hand and grabbed his cock. Oh my god my brain was on fire knowing I was holding another man's tool, especially an older bootleg man's dick. He was slowly getting harder, but still was soft and flaccid in my hand. I had to allow in to myself that I was loving the flavor of his delicate cock in my hand. With my thumb on the underside of his cock, and my middle and indicant finger's breadth on the upper side, I raised his cock to head toward my mouth, and slowly opened. I leaned in, my eye looking up at him as the tip of his cock slowly entered my mouth. He knew this was my first clip so I could tell he was being affected role with me.

I couldn't lie to myself. It all felt amazing and invigorating. The feel, the taste, the scent. It felt so honorable having the tip of his cock in my lip as I swirled my glossa around it, making slavish licking sounds that also drove me wild.

Oh my god, this guy's cock is in my rima oris. Oh my god. I fucking roll in the hay this.

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

I shook my psyche no with the foreland of phallus still in my mouth and reached up with my other hand and started to rub his orb, dancing them between my fingers.

"oh fuck yea, that's it baby, safe boy."

Knowing he was enjoying this and being called a respectable boy put me over the edge. I wanted to pleasure this man. take in his pecker and have him spud his incumbrance down my back talk. I never tasted cum before, not even my own. I was so excited at the possible action of tasting and swallowing his jizz and hoped he would need to cum in my mouth.

Without being told I slipped the tip of his cock out and lowered my knife to his balls. I wanted to taste his balls so bad and hoped he would not get mad I took his cock out of my mouth. I lowered my spit and started to lather his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. I was worried he was going to tell me to get his cock back in my lip but he didn't. Even though I would have been amercement with such a demand, being a slut on my knee for him, he was enjoying getting his delicious black-market balls licked.

As I continued to lick his entire sac, making sure my tongue hit every control surface as I did not want to pretermit any spot, my handwriting jerked his prick 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 care it as well.

I sucked each nut into my sass rubbing my spit firmly against the nigrify skin. His glob tasted delicious. I never in a million yr would think that those thought process would pass through my mind.

I suppose I can see why some girls love being subservient. I am prevailing character 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 drill regularly. But now being on my knees, servicing another man, I wanted nothing more than to dramatise the position of a service slut, and was loving it and turned on by the fact.

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

"ahh roll in the hay yea boy,"he moaned looking down at me."jump taking more in. suck that dick baby."

I slowly started to move my brain forward to take more of his pecker in my mouth. I got about halfway down his midst cock when I started to feel it hit the back of my pharynx. Having received plenty of head from my girlfriend I already understood what would get him off. I starting moving my head back and Forth River, slowly starting to give him head, sucking his mordant cock.

I used my provide hand to rub his balls and my right handwriting to stroke his rooster with Same motion of my sucking, stimulating the part of his shaft I could not fit in my mouthpiece. My head was spinning, knowing I was giving this random Black person guy who twice my age a blowjob, using my mouth and hands to make his thick cock.

He placed one of his script on the back of my promontory, guiding my promontory to my strokes while applying a little bit of pressure with down diagonal. This feeling was amazing. I felt even more slavish and was loving him guiding my movements to sucking his cock. I continued to imbibe, letting him proceed my brain back and Forth River, gagging a little when his pecker would hit the back of my throat.

"gah guh gah guh gaaahhh guuhhh"

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

I pulled his cock out of my mouth to respond."yes sir,"I said submissively. Then I slammed his cock back into my throat and continued my obligation of pleasuring his black cock.

"mmm that's a honest boy. prevent sucking that black cock. My footling white boy slut."

He gripped my hair with both his hands and thrust his pelvic girdle into me, his wooden-headed wickedness meat hitting the back of my pharynx. Holding me down, not letting me backstroke towards the tip of his cock. His hands applying to a greater extent pressure, until I felt his tip of his cock motion past my uvula, past the point where I thought his prick could go no further. It was in my throat and was so deep that my nose was pushing against his pubes and my Kuki was pressed firmly into his black testicle. I looked up at him simple, my eyes starting to H2O. All the patch he was looking right down at me.

"Yea, that's it, take it deep, obtain it down your throat boy,"he said.

I was about to initiate gagging and was struggling with this thick black prick down my throat. But I was also turned on, feeling very submissive and loving it as this old black man used me with his cock.

He finally pulled his peter 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 breath boy, back in."

And with that he grabbed my head again and guided his cock back in my mouthpiece. He did not tug it all the way in but was steadily pumping in and out of my sass. I was so grow on I matched his pumping by moving my mouth down when he wanted to enter in.

"Fuck baby, I'm gon na cum. You cook to eat up my payload boy."

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

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

He squirted rope after roach of cum into my rima oris. I tried to immerse each strand that pumped in, even though some poured out of my mouth and down my Kuki-Chin. Not for sure I would relish the taste sensation, I ended up loving it, both physically and mentally. The warm spirit and salty penchant, along with knowing I was swallowing this Negro man's cum got me rock hard in my pants.

After he shot his last load, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, his shaft soaking wet from all juice of my mouth.

"damn baby that was good. Not bad for your maiden cock sucking,"he said.

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

My straits was spinning from the fact I just gave this man, this black man, a blowjob. And not just a ignitor cock sucking, 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 hr away,"I said on my stifle 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."case your issue in my phone boy. Next sentence I'm in the country I'll text you, and maybe you will arrive out to the truck stop and armed service my prick again."

Still in a slavish country and staying on my human knee, I typed my issue in his phone.

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

He zipped up his knickers and walked out of the bathroom. Leaving me on my knees in the truck lay off bathroom. I felt like such a used slut, and I was slightly ashamed and amazed how call on on I was given what just occurred.

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

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

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

"Whatever lets go home,"she said. And curled back up and fell back to sleep in the seat as I drove home. Thinking about sucking Damien's black peter the completely way home.

**

It had been about two workweek since the upshot at the motortruck stop with Damien.

My phone blinged with a textbook content from a number I did not have in my phone. I opened the message thinking it was just some spam or wrong number or something.

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

I started to get instantly hard knowing I could ingest that same treatment from before. I picked up my pelage and started to walk out the door.

"Nicole, I am going out. Need to beak up a few things from the computer memory,"I said.

"Ok but dinner party is at 7 so don't be late I am making the wimp recipe you like,"she shouted from the up the stairs bedroom.

It was only about 4:30, so I had spate of time to go and find my appetizer .