Sweet Black Cock

Moments later, I stepped off the zooming train screeching off into oblivion and walked along the deserted platform in an awestruck daze taking in the whole episode. The night didn’t go as originally planned. Nevertheless, that just happened, really happened, and I achieved the same results with a far more interesting story to replay in my mind in the distant future on one of those cold lonely nights. Giving some stranger—a black stranger—a man named Cecil—a blowjob right there on the freakin’ train! Right there in the conductor’s booth, no less! If the whole experience taught me anything was that if one set of plans fall though, there was always a backup waiting in the wings.

The thing that freaked me out the most was the way it came about, so organically, as if it was destined to happen that way. If I thought Teddy had a real working hand with the black cock gods on this, making my first time with a black guy this special, this memorable, I would’ve gladly converted myself into being the lone white guy him and his friend could gangbang. Sadly, I knew better than that. Teddy was no different than any other man, black or white. He was just as thoughtless as he could be.

 

Where was the rotten son of a bitch anyhow?

Because the train station didn’t come equipped with mirrors, I was stuck using the empty cardboard-backed plastic poster board to make out my reflection. It was distorted at best. Though clear enough for me to see that my only regret in that moment was that I wasn’t able to see his load before I got off. I felt it, of course. I couldn’t help it. Cecil came so hard in that booth that when I wiped my face with my old camouflage shirt, it felt like it was weighed down with lead.

Standing there, imagining the gooey mess he made in my poor reflection, I let out a snicker seeing how ridiculous I looked wearing his oversized wifebeater. “You finally did it, pal! You lost that black cock virginity of yours!”

After I said it aloud, I scanned the station to make sure I was still alone. I was. I reached up to straighten my baseball cap and be on my way home when I felt it wasn’t there. My head was bare. I checked the platform to make sure it didn’t get knocked off by the train. It wasn’t there behind me nor down in the tracks. I then thought I had to have left it back on the train where I first tried to suck Cecil off. It made sense, when I thought about it, turning it around or something to get at his cock. The question remained, did I? Either way, the black cap was lost to me forever and I had to resolve myself with that. As I happened to glance over at the other platform however, where I hadn’t been standing and waiting for awhile, I saw it sitting still on the cobbled floor near the end of the station.

 

Must’ve gotten blown off when the train whizzed by, I thought carefully. Gone without it all that time and didn’t even notice it!

On account of some mild thinning also going on in the back of my head, it wasn’t my usual style to go without it. But it was something I could live with, being without it, or rather had to since I was without it throughout most of my adventure.

I shuffled down the stairs, over, and back up again onto the other platform.

I was knocking the baseball cap off against my thigh when I heard footsteps chasing after me.

Any other time in my life, up there, at night, I might’ve been scared, but I wasn’t. Not then. There wasn’t even a need for me to turn around since I already knew who was behind me.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar tone greeted me. “I was shooting craps on the chance your ass might still be down here.”

Before then, before that very second, I was riding on a natural high. All the while I was on the train with Cecil’s cock working my mouth, I forgot about the annoying frustrations of being stood up or that I was willing to auction off my first time of being with a black guy to the likes of this jerk.

“Not exactly sevens, pal.” I growled, devoid of the blast of bliss I felt, and pivoted.

“Don’t be like that, Sweet Cheeks.”

“I was about to get going, man, really. Get ready for tomorrow and all that good shit.” I started to move pass him but he blocked me with his girth.

“Don’t be like that. I’m here right now. Why don’t we get to it?”

“Get to it? Man, you obviously think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”

“When you’re packing this much it’s god-given.” Teddy quickly grabbed himself.

“I’m not impressed.” I said unflapped.

“Don’t be like that.” He repeated.

“Be like what? A blowhole like you? You blew your chance, bub. That’s all!” I snapped again, letting surges of rage seep into my voice looking dead into his mean-mug gnarl.

“Look, man, I sincerely apologize for being late. My plan was to have you wait about twenty minutes for me, thirty minutes tops, before I showed up. Get you mad enough to be heated and only for everything to be forgiven once you got your hands on it.”

“So what happened?”

“What do you think? A wrench got thrown in my plans!”

“What wrench?”

“Does it matter? Ain’t I here now?”

“Whatever, man.” I sucked my teeth.

I started to move pass him again to go downstairs when he grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. With his mannish grip, I surely wasn’t going anywhere.

Teddy stood about a couple of inches shorter than I expected with his picture being far more photogenic than he actually was. This wasn’t to say the bastard was ugly or anything. He just wasn’t nearly as attractive as I made him out to be these past few weeks.

“My girl decided she wanted to go out with her girls tonight and stuck me with the kids.”

“Is that the best you can do, man?” I asked after he loosened his grip.

“You gotta believe me! If I wasn’t serious about this, I wouldn’t be here this late at night. I would’ve stood your ass up and be done with it.”

“Look, it’s late. I got to get going, man.” I snatched away.

“Wait! Wait now.” Teddy gripped me again.

“Bed’s ah calling, man.”

“I’m not trying to play you. I really did get stuck with the little brats at the last minute. Think about how long we’ve been planning this damn thing?!”

“I know. Which is why you should’ve done better than you did.” I said confidently, feeling an odd crash of guilt come over me that if I held out a few minutes more this would’ve been the first black cock I ever tasted.

“Man, I did the best I could with what I could. Hell, I got the little mofos out sleeping in the car out in the parking lot as we speak. That’s how bad I need this shit! Please!”

For a man with such bravado, Teddy saying “please” and meaning it didn’t coast over my head as what he said before that that got my undivided attention. “You what?”

His nervous laugh either told of his lie or his telling the truth before opening his mouth.

“Just kidding, man. I got them over at a neighbor’s house, for real. For real!” Teddy held up his big thick right hand.

“And if sticking around here tonight wasn’t that damn important to you, you wouldn’t have held out this long for me. What time is it anyway? Twelve-thirty?”

I refused to look at my watch. Though, I was sure he was right about the time.

“Who said I waited around this long for your ass?” I brazenly asked. It wasn’t until I let the words leave my mouth how ridiculous it might’ve sounded from his perspective. I was where he agreed to meet me.

“Please, your ass probably showed up early waiting for this black pipe to get here.” He smirked, grabbing his bulge more aggressively.

“Whatever.” I conceded.

“Now we can continue this freaking back and forth and let it eat up the time we have left or we can get the most out of those kneepads I told you to get and get it on. What I tell ya?” He said after tapping each of my covered knees through my jeans.

“Whatever.”

“You’re going to get over ‘whatever-ing’ me every other word. Whatever my ass,” Teddy eased up. “Look, let’s not argue ‘bout this shit. Like I said, let’s make the most of the time we got left. Drop to your knees and get what you came for, white boy.”

His sexy arrogance might have been something to admire earlier, now not so much. It had very little to do with me waiting on him as I just wasn’t really in the mood to suck off another cock, particularly since I was still sated off the one I’d just taken care of.

 

Cecil isn’t your man, the little devil on my shoulder reminded me. Two black cocks in one night is better than one.

“You know as well as I do white boy that worthless stall-hogging cocksuckers like you live for this ultimate Mandingo-prized dick.”

“Oh really,” I balked.

“Sho ‘nuff,” Teddy bit into his bottom lips and moved his hand behind my back pocket. “It’s the reason cocksuckers like you continue to breathe under my watch.”

“Yeah,”

“Yeah,” Teddy dragged out, moving in closer, his cock full-on hard through his jeans. “And I know something else, too, white boy. If I wanted it, really wanted it, I could arch that back over that stair rail and take it. Be done with it like the dirty little cum rag you are.”

My mouth went dry feeling his callused hand claw my left butt cheek like he meant business. I tried not to look like the scared typical white boy because I was in the firm grip of this egotistical black man, but everything in me feared the worst. Those cold lonely nights I sauntered the streets looking for a hard black cock with nothing turning up, for years on end, only for all that wishing and daydreaming to end up here. I had to accept I probably bitten off more than I could chew. Transit police started slacking off around this time. There was no one else up on the platform except for the two of us. The fantasy of being taken by a black man or two was one thing. Living through it was another ball game. Especially with a concrete rail behind me looking down at a dingy staircase ready to take on my face just so he could have his way with my onion.

Easily, I was bigger and taller than Teddy. Though, silently, underneath his clothes, was a compact man I felt was quite stronger than me.

“Now I suggest you get to it!” Teddy demanded.

Teddy unzipped his fly and out popped his huge liver brown penis. A sharp replica of the one I saw on his internet profile except this one was in front of me, real life, even thicker than the digital frame it was in ever let on.

 

Damn!

My brain egged me to move back down the stairs. This was crazy. Dangerous, I concluded, being alone up here with him. Thank God he never came by my apartment! There was no possible way in hell I could fit the entirety of something like that into my mouth. It was way, way too big, too round, without my teeth scraping skin. My feet however stood firm in front of his thick almighty cock. If I thought I liked to look at it before, I fell in love with the way his black hot rod felt in my palm.

It was quite pretty for a dick—if dick could ever be classified into such categories. One huge log of the same hue with veins so narrow it looked like fine steel threads working in sync up to the cosmic-sized helmet head.

“Your baby’s mama hadn’t been taking care of this for you lately?” I asked, understanding where his arrogance came from pulsing in my hand.

“Nah,” Teddy impishly smiled. “Not so much after she had our last kid. I guess she decided it hurts taking it in as much as the thing that usually pops out of it nine months later.”

“I bet it does.” I agreed weakly, whorishly.

I couldn’t help it. Looking at it, feeling it, forced me to empathize with it as if it was drilling me like an oil derrick.

I asked. “It’s fully loaded, I assume?”

“Fully loaded,” Teddy insisted. “And my hands don’t seem to be doing the trick anymore either.”

“What about that blonde? The one that takes care of it from time to time?”

“I had to put the bitch on ice for awhile ‘til she got her mind right.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Hoes ain’t like fags, man. You can’t do them the same way. Dumb bitches like her don’t get when a black man trying to bust he’s trying to be done with it ‘til next time. He ain’t trying to wife the shit up.”

“Yeah,” I pretended to know what he was talking about.

“You know how it is. After bitches been on the ho circuit for a minute they try their best to cover up their hoeing by trying to turn a good fuck buddy into their man. Faggots be knowing what time it is. Usually, they know how to keep it that way, too, even if the dick got them feeling a certain kind of way. Though, some of the regulars try to upgrade their fag card to side piece status.”

I was ready to defend myself but thought best to stay quiet.

“What? Cat’s got your tongue? Arthritis got your knees?” Teddy started up again after I stopped stroking his warm cock. “I thought I told you I don’t have time to play hard to get. I meant what I said last night. My dick’s got a mind of its own. It’ll tell my hand to get a grip on your face and fuck your throat dry until I bust a fatty dead in your mouth!”

Much like the night before, my cock started dripping, feeling the horn of being both turned on and embarrassed that I was such a slut for him, for it. That I liked this domineering effect this man had over me.

“Is that the best you got?” I asked, trying my best to sound cocky. Trying my best to recover from the whorish frenzy I was in with my mouth watering and my butthole trembling in ache. Even as I tried to come up with a smooth way to get down on my knees without being called out in such a degrading way, I sure as hell didn’t want to be a bitch, as he put it, but I sure as hell didn’t want to go out like another cock-sucking faggot on his to-do list. Though, I wasn’t really against it going down that way, making his perverted fantasies come true.

“Is that the best I got? Is that what your punk ass asked me?” Teddy asked with wound up concern twisted in his face, as if he was going to raise his hand and strike me down with it. “I got another, white boy. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself!”

I knew what he meant. My job was to be on my knees taking care of his cock, as we planned.

I took the easy way down. Though, obviously, it became apparent it wasn’t good enough or quick enough judging by the pounding of his fist against my upper back, his way of helping me down onto the ground faster.

“That’s what I thought, punk. Now open up the trap, dammit!”

I barely had a second to absorb the pain spreading across my shoulder blades when he lodged his engorged cock down my throat. Instantly, my senses were intoxicated by his raw masculine scent and rich tang of his sweet hefty man-meat dancing across my orifice. There was apart of me that felt ashamed. Mortified I could admit in my head that his fat cock tasted a tad better than the one previously in my mouth minutes earlier. But I wasn’t. Leaving me to wonder, didn’t this make me a cock whore? Back-to-back cocks. Perhaps, I finally answered myself, pulling back to lick up and down the length of his corpulent shaft.

“Acting like your ass doing me a fucking favor! You should know better than anybody I know it goes the other way around, scumsucker. Me letting you rub your scummy mouth on such a praiseworthy dick.” Teddy muttered mostly under his breath.

A second later, he knocked my baseball cap onto the ground and pulled the strains of hair on the top of my head, forcing me to open my mouth even wider filling it once more.

“And you know damn well you ain’t deserving of it.” Teddy grumbled. “I ought to yank this black gold out of your mouth and fucking whip you with this belt back to Timbuktu…or whatever the hell you came from.”

His grip was rough. His stroke inside my mouth was both simple and easy.

I liked the way he rode my face, smooth yet with a passionate calm, to let me breathe and fully enjoy the warm dark flesh pulsating between my lips.

The minutes felt like seconds sucking on his cock with no end in sight. I didn’t mind, really. I really truly appreciated a cock like his, one so thick, didn’t come around everyday. It just made it that much pleasurable to work at my own pace, even in the confines of his grasp.

“You like sucking dick, huh?” Teddy asked rhetorically after awhile. “Yeah, I know, you do. I got what ‘em cocksuckers want, need.”

The waters grew choppy after that. His smooth casual thrusts into my mouth became far more jagged and rough. Soon, it felt like his whole purpose for being was to choke me with that thick cock of his, which he was most successful in doing. He became a raging storm, grunting back even louder, muttering how sweet my cocksucking mouth was to him. But the sentiment quickly got mashed into his loud moaning and groaning, calling out. “Suck it! Suck it! Suck it good, mofo!”

I tried.

With his increase, my will to do so was tied with the air supply growing shorter by the minute, being forced into his crotch. My jaw tired. But it was obvious he wasn’t going to be satisfied until he drew his torture out as long as possible.

“Yeah, this is the reason you needed them kneepads!” Teddy screeched.

He was right. My knees were hurting, but I was rocking on silicone pillows compared to the cobbled ground that awaited me below.

Forever seemed to take its sweet precious time screwing my face before his cock tightened in my opening. I was desperate to feel the sheer power of him explode in my mouth. I was certain that was the promise to be fulfilled when where there appeared to be a glitch in his system.

 

Doesn’t come quick for pussy or punk, my butt! He ain’t even knocking on the door of coming any time soon. Not even an itch! When will these sorry bastards learn! Lube up and then jack off! No more dry rub for you, bub!

As I soon came to peace with those terms, gargling on his suffocating cock, I felt something hot and wet smear against my uvula. This wasn’t the heated tip of a cock. This was cum. As I wrapped my head around the fact that this was him shooting off, after putting in so much effort to be awarded with so little, naturally it frustrated the hell out of me after I essentially put in a lot less work with Cecil. I was on the verge of disgust when the light spurt sprang into an unyielding geyser delivering load after load of warm sweet baby milk.

“Swallow…it…you…nasty…ass…mofo, god!” Teddy staggered, holding my head with every single thrust he could muster into my face. “Oh, shit!”

As much as his hot stuff barreled into me, burning worst than acid reflux at times, I did a superb job of keeping every squiggle squirm of sperm tucked away in my puffed cheeks. Gulping it down as fast as my narrow windpipe permitted without spilling a drop, I might add. Even against the real danger of a few of them squirting out of my nose being it was so much cream. That fear never materialized, of course, even when he wrung out the last of the torrent onto the back of my slimy tongue and pulled out of my cum-filled mouth with a loud deafening plop.

“Oh, I love it!” Teddy hissed, ploughing his dick back into my mouth before withdrawing it again. “Nasty mofo! Just love it. Love it, I tell ya! Yeah!”

Teddy finally let go of my head ready to redo his pants when I pushed his hands aside to let him know I wasn’t quite done yet.

“How can I forget the most important rule for a thirsty cocksucker like you?” Teddy snickered in heaved bliss.

I was too deep into my cocksucking feeding frenzy then to pay him any real mind, laboriously licking his cock clean. Leaving no hint or trace for his baby mama back home to learn that he was properly serviced by me, outside of the post-cum runoff pound to smear the inside of his undies the closer he got to home.

“Ah!” Teddy sighed with satisfaction, licking his lips. “We’re going to have to make this happen again sometime soon. No long wait this time.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, man.”

“I mean I could really go for another one of those blowjobs again, right now, but it’s getting late, and I got to beat the missus home so she doesn’t know I snuck out for this. Given my luck, she’ll probably want to ride the pipe by the time she burst through the door. You know how a girl’s night out do a bitch?”

“Yeah,” I agreed unknowingly.

I kissed the tip of his cock for good measure and stayed kneeled in front of him watching him affix his pants with no interference from me this time. We were both quite pleased with our night, I think, when the intercom came on just above our heads. Just that quick, all the while I was sucking his cock, I forgot where I was. And now, I was a little fearful that since I took such good care of him out in the open, in direct frame shot of not one but two cameras, I swore I was going to be called out for my obscene sin right there on the spot. Instead, the announcer announced, “The train station is now closed. All persons are asked to leave the station at this time. All stations will reopen at 5am.”

“Just in time.”