(Unfinished)
It would be less than truthful of me to say that I did not know what was happening. It was just that it was all so new and so incredibly exciting and pleasurable. Honestly, I think I loved it. I have written about my "E" many times and I have hinted at it before, without admitting it. E, as I call him, was my first, for many things. A heavy set black man with a huge, beautiful cock, it was easy to give into it's power. E slowly, it seemed naturally and organically, started to pimp me out.
First, it was just us. Slowly making me want his massive black dick in my mouth. His big tongue in my mouth, kissing me, making me feel weak in the knees. With the help of his female friend, I learned to take his BBC in my willing, stretched out ass. Then, a threesome with his male friend. Another black man, muscled and fit. I said I knew what was happening, but not at that time, not at first. I did not know I was being groomed. Maybe E didn't know that it was happening at first, either.
He would introduce me to his "friends." Sometimes at his place, sometimes at parties. I just thought it was sex. Wonderful, thrilling, gay sex. I was always so horny, always desperate feeling for cock. I liked girls, I dated girls, but there was just no denying how much more incredible cock was. Besides, there always seemed to be lots of horny men that either loved to suck the rock hard cock of a young, fit, handsome teen, wanted to get sucked themselves, or both. A regular teen by most accounts and at most times, at other's, a willing, secret, cock slut.
The first time I went into a room with a stranger that E introduced me to, I think he was more nervous than I was. I think my young, horny desires and needs, coupled with the knowledge that I could take and pleasure the biggest of cocks, gave me confidence. He just kind of stood there at first. I think he might of even said something like, "How does this work?" It was a turn on to be kind of the aggressor, kind of in control. I moved in front of him and took his hands, putting them on my hips as I undid his pants and felt his sexy, soft cock. Only the third cock of my life, it felt wonderful and warm and I wanted it in my mouth. "Do you want me to suck you?" I asked. He nodded, yes. He was almost shaking as I moved to my knees, past his extended hairy belly, and let my lips brush against him. His white cock, my first, was still softt as I started to suck it. I loved it! I loved feeling him get harder and harder between my lips. I moaned for it, hoping to turn him on. I whispered, "You can fuck me, if you want." Softly, he asked if he could suck me, instead. I stood and undressed, knowing how a man could lust after a fit, young body. I took his hand and moved to the bed, laying back as he bathed my cock and balls with his saliva. "Yes, yes," I moaned for him, for his mouth. I told him I was about to cum, it made him moan, now. I fed him my sensitive, explosive load as I ran my hands through his thinning hair. He came so quickly after that, too. Oozing and flowing wonderfully into my mouth.
I didn't question it, E setting me up with strangers. I fiqured we were both just getting what we wanted. My next "meeting" was again at his place. Another black friend of his. He just layed back and gave me instructions, even orders. More verbal than I had ever experienced, more aggressive and insulting. I even thought that maybe I should leave. When he said, "Yeah, suck those big black balls," I knew that I did not want to go anywhere, however. What I later fiqured out was my first, "John," was timid. My second, just the opposite. I think this was all by design, opposite ends of the spectrum.
Whether it was love, lust or appreciation, I could not wait to gag myself on E's big black dick. It was so easy to get caught up in it all, it was so much fun. Maybe it was because I was young and naive, but I just didn't see or didn't want to see anything wrong with it. E drove me around and I would pleasure strange men. Sometimes he knew where to take me, sometimes it was outside a ABS. Sometimes, I would come back to him with a stranger's cum on my tongue, sometimes with it oozing from my stretched out asshole.
First, it was just us. Slowly making me want his massive black dick in my mouth. His big tongue in my mouth, kissing me, making me feel weak in the knees. With the help of his female friend, I learned to take his BBC in my willing, stretched out ass. Then, a threesome with his male friend. Another black man, muscled and fit. I said I knew what was happening, but not at that time, not at first. I did not know I was being groomed. Maybe E didn't know that it was happening at first, either.
He would introduce me to his "friends." Sometimes at his place, sometimes at parties. I just thought it was sex. Wonderful, thrilling, gay sex. I was always so horny, always desperate feeling for cock. I liked girls, I dated girls, but there was just no denying how much more incredible cock was. Besides, there always seemed to be lots of horny men that either loved to suck the rock hard cock of a young, fit, handsome teen, wanted to get sucked themselves, or both. A regular teen by most accounts and at most times, at other's, a willing, secret, cock slut.
The first time I went into a room with a stranger that E introduced me to, I think he was more nervous than I was. I think my young, horny desires and needs, coupled with the knowledge that I could take and pleasure the biggest of cocks, gave me confidence. He just kind of stood there at first. I think he might of even said something like, "How does this work?" It was a turn on to be kind of the aggressor, kind of in control. I moved in front of him and took his hands, putting them on my hips as I undid his pants and felt his sexy, soft cock. Only the third cock of my life, it felt wonderful and warm and I wanted it in my mouth. "Do you want me to suck you?" I asked. He nodded, yes. He was almost shaking as I moved to my knees, past his extended hairy belly, and let my lips brush against him. His white cock, my first, was still softt as I started to suck it. I loved it! I loved feeling him get harder and harder between my lips. I moaned for it, hoping to turn him on. I whispered, "You can fuck me, if you want." Softly, he asked if he could suck me, instead. I stood and undressed, knowing how a man could lust after a fit, young body. I took his hand and moved to the bed, laying back as he bathed my cock and balls with his saliva. "Yes, yes," I moaned for him, for his mouth. I told him I was about to cum, it made him moan, now. I fed him my sensitive, explosive load as I ran my hands through his thinning hair. He came so quickly after that, too. Oozing and flowing wonderfully into my mouth.
I didn't question it, E setting me up with strangers. I fiqured we were both just getting what we wanted. My next "meeting" was again at his place. Another black friend of his. He just layed back and gave me instructions, even orders. More verbal than I had ever experienced, more aggressive and insulting. I even thought that maybe I should leave. When he said, "Yeah, suck those big black balls," I knew that I did not want to go anywhere, however. What I later fiqured out was my first, "John," was timid. My second, just the opposite. I think this was all by design, opposite ends of the spectrum.
Whether it was love, lust or appreciation, I could not wait to gag myself on E's big black dick. It was so easy to get caught up in it all, it was so much fun. Maybe it was because I was young and naive, but I just didn't see or didn't want to see anything wrong with it. E drove me around and I would pleasure strange men. Sometimes he knew where to take me, sometimes it was outside a ABS. Sometimes, I would come back to him with a stranger's cum on my tongue, sometimes with it oozing from my stretched out asshole.
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