Fun Work Day

By Moviekid20

Published on May 8, 2008

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If you're an idiot and wandered all the way to this section, and have suddenly decided you don't like reading about gay interracial sex.....then I gotta say...you're pretty stupid.

All others....have fun...happy reading

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It was my typical day, going door to door selling magazine subscriptions for a company I won't name. Anywho, I was just walking a long doing my thang. Going door to door, going through my lines. I guess I should explain myself to you. I'm a 22 year old white guy, living in a suburb of Detroit. I'm about 6'0, both ears pierced, with very small silver hoops in them, with a matching silver tongue ring. I have brown hair, which I keep cut extremely short, and I have blue eyes. I also have a very very light goatee. I weigh around 160, which I really have no body fat due to my job and my sit-ups that I do in the morning. I try to keep myself in shape. So anyway, I'm walking a long and wasn't making any sales...and was getting kind of irritated. That was until I went to a big white house which was fenced in by a waist-high picket fence. I rang the door bell, and this really pretty woman answered the door. She looked like she could be Mariah Carey's little sister...no joke! Anyway, I ran through my lines and after she was clearly flirting with me, I suckered her into buying a 2-year subscription. That really set me in a good mood. So I continued on the rest of the block on a mission to sell these magazines. After a couple more blocks of houses, and crossing a major road...I noticed that the houses were beginning to look a little run-down. They didn't look bad or anything, they just didn't look like the other houses up the road. So anyway, I kept on going on my mission, now having sold 8 two year subscriptions, but none within the last hour or so. So I knocked on the door at the first house past the highway.

"WHO IS IT?" yelled an angry sounding person.

"Rick, with company I work for"

I heard the lock on the door click a couple times then the door swung open. A big black woman who was probably in her late 40's stood standing there looking un-impressed.

"How may I help you Mr...What did you say yo name was?" she said.

"Rick...with...********"

"That's right Rick" she said sounding like she remembered me from a long time ago. "What can I help you with young man?"

"Well, you see I'm selling magazine subscriptions and I have..."

"Oh baby!" she interrupted in her slight southern drawl. "You mean to tell me that you're a working man, and that you're actually AT WORK right now doing your JOB and making a LIVING for yourself?" She asked, emphasizing her words with a hint of what seemed to be irritation.

"Uhhhhh...yeah..." I replied.

She looked me up and down for a short moment before turning her body to face inside the house and yelled, "YOU HEAR THAT ZEEK???....THERES A REAL PERSON AT THE DOOR RIGHT NOW WITH A JOOOOB...AND IT SEEMS TO ME THAT HIS MOMMA MUSTA DID SOMETHIN RIGHT CAUSE HE'S WALKING DOOR TO DOOR MAKIN HIS PAPER!" She turned back around to face me once again.

"I'm sorry for yellin sweety, it's just that I seem to have this no good son who thinks that he can LIVE HERE FOR FREE AND NOT GET A JOB," she said as she turned to face back inside the house, then back at me again.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said trying not to laugh at the comedic situation I found myself in.

Suddenly she whipped back around, "SEE THAT ZEEK...HE SAID HE FEELS SORRY FOR YOU."

"That's not what I meant," I said.

"Well what did you mean? You think it's OOOOKKKAAAAYYY for my no good son to stay here with me supporting him and paying for his food and..."

"MOMMA...LEAVE THAT KID ALONE," I heard someone yell from inside the house.

Suddenly, she reached her hand to the side of the door and slammed it shut. I stood there for a hot second...smiled to myself at the situation, and turned to leave. The door swung back open, and I turned to look. If it was raining outside at the very moment I saw him, I would've only seen sunshine. Everything from the perfectly braided cornrows, to his sexy thuggish swagger was like the sun shining down warm glowing rays of sun into my heart...I really did feel that cheesy about it too. Haha! I couldn't believe the man standing on the other side of the screen door, but before I had a chance to really take in his...beauty...

"I'm sorry about that dawg. That's my momma, she's just trippin on me."

"It's alright," I said not really knowing what else to say.

He opened the screen door and stepped outside. I instantly noticed that he had a blunt tucked behind his ear, but I didn't think he knew it was there.

"So you sell magazine subscriptions?" he asked, while his eyes gave me the once over.

"Yeah, it's not as bad as it seems. The pay is pretty good, and I get free magazines," I replied.

"That's cool...how do you get into something like that?" he asked.

"Well, if you want a job, I could train you right now if you wanted." I said nonchalantly...with butterflies (hehe)

"Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I am trying to get into something...I just don't know what...do you got a break coming up soon, where we can talk about the job?" he smiled.

"With this job, you can take a break whenever you want, but the more work you do the more money you make." I replied, smiling back.

"Well follow me," he said. He walked around the side of the house, and up the driveway to the garage.

"My name is Jerome...but my Momma calls me Zeek."

"I'm Rick...and my momma calls me Rick" I laughed. He laughed too.

He lifted the big door, revealing what looked like a chill-spot. Instead of the broke-down car you sometimes see sitting in a garage, or the mass of boxes full of crap that will never be used again...there were some old couches, a tv, and an older looking computer set up. Once inside, he pulled the door down half-way, and plopped down on the couch.

"So you smoke?" I asked.

"Smoke what?"

"Uh...you know...that greenery?"

"What you think just cause I'm black I get high?" he said with a hint of seriousness.

"No, not at all...I just figured with a fat ass blunt tucked behind your ear that you were planning on smoking it at some point."

He reached up and pulled it out of his ear, looked at it and put it in his mouth. "Yeah I smoke," he smiled again. "Do you?"

"Usually when I get off work, but I guess I can be done for the day," I said.

He smiled again and lit the blunt hanging out of his mouth. Took a couple hits and passed it to me.

"So what's the job like?" he asked, which led into us talking about that for about 45 minutes, and I don't really wanna re-explain it right now, so I'll move on with the story.

In the midst of us talking and smoking, he would lick his lips, look at me with that sexy heavy eye-lidded intoxicated look, and ask a question about the job. After we were good and high I began talking his ear off about all the benefits of selling magazines, he interrupted me and asked, "Is you're girl cool with you selling mag subscriptions?"

"I don't have a girl" I replied with a quickness.

"No girl? I know if I was walking around all day dealing with people like my momma, I'd wanna come home and get some head or something." He said smiling that sexy pearl white smile of his.

My dick twitched at the thought of him getting head from someone. "Naw, I don't have one...and to be honest with you I don't really want one... they bring me too much drama." I replied.

"Yeah they do do that to a man." He said thoughtfully. "But who do you get head from?" he asked looking curious.

"Shiiiit...from who ever I can really." I replied.

"Oh yeah?" he said. "Me too."

"So no girl for you either?" I asked.

"Yeah I got a girl, but I still get head from who ever I can... really..." he replied with a funny look on his face.

"Did you want some head right now?" I asked. This is the point where the ho in me comes out and spreads it's little ho-wings and goes for the ho-gold.

He didn't say anything, he just sat there looking at me. He stared into my eyes for a minute like he was searching for what to do next. All of a sudden he reached down, and unzipped his jeans and pulled a very thick very long black man-dick out. Complete with veins running the entire length at it's full hardness.

"Yeah, I could use some dome right about now." He finally replied.

My mind was gone. I was high as hell, staring at a very big very hard very hot sexy black mans penis, and he told me basically that he wanted me to suck it. So my little ho-wings picked me up and fluttered me over in front of him on my knees and I dove right it. Well I didn't dive...

I started by putting my hands on his knees. He just sat there watching me...still smiling that smile of his.

"Gone ahead and get that dick Ricky" he taunted.

I grasped it in my hand and felt it. The hardness was inside my fist and it felt hot. I could feel the texture that the veins added to it, and couldn't help but instantly wonder what sensations this would bring me if only it were fucking me. I'd have to wait for that, so I moved on. I leaned in and flicked my tongue around the un-cut head. Tasting and using my tongue to bring him pleasure. I lightly licked all the sensitive spots that I knew were sensitive to me, and apparently they were to him too.

"Yeeeeaaaahhhh...give me some good head boy" something about the way he said boy was sooooo sexy. It was more like a bow-eye sound. It had a bounce to it...bow-eye (boy). I peeled the foreskin back and revealed the nicely colored brown head. I wrapped my lips around it and slid my tongue all around it.

"WOOO shit..." He said as he unbent his knees and sat lazily on the couch. I grabbed his waist band and pulled his jeans down a little further, revealing his nice tight nut-sack. I leaned down and sucked one of his testicles lightly in my mouth, then began swirling my tongue around it. I repeated this to the other one. Then I licked my way back up the underside of his dick, lightly nibbling the line of skin that ran the length of his shaft.

"Did you go to dick sucking school?" he joked.

I didn't say anything I just kept up my oral skills. I finally opened my mouth and let his dick go in as far as it could without touching the inside of my mouth (which was hard, being as he was real thick) then I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and closed my mouth with a sucking motion around the whole shaft. From there, I began moving slowly up and down, letting my tongue slide back and forth as much as his size would allow me to. I felt his hand grasp the back of my head and start pushing me down with each bob of my head.

"Awww shit, that's nice." He groaned. "Mmmmmmm"

I could feel his dick getting harder and harder, like he was flexing his dick, but making it stay flexed.

"You HAVE to let me nut in your mouth...if you ain't down you better let me know right now."

Again, I didn't say anything I just kept sucking and slurping as much as I could. He kept his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down further and further with each thrust. I could feel the underside of his dick begin to pulsate, and as soon as I did he pushed my head all the way down. I could feel his dick slide into my throat, cutting off my air circulation. My gag reflex wanted to kick in, but my mind was somewhere else, and it didn't happen. His dick convulsed in my throat and I could feel his warm cum sliding down my throat. My cock was so hard I felt like it would never cum again if I didn't cum right now. I reached down and grabbed it through my jeans and squeezed it a couple times. That was all it took and I was cumming in my boxers.

"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT" he said as he began fucking my throat with the last few squirts of his dick. He moved his hand off my head and I came up just enough to savor the taste of one last squirt of jizz from his cock.

"Dawg you don't even know how good you can give head." He said. I swallowed the last little bit that was still on my tongue before saying, "Thanks...you don't know how good you are at getting head." I replied.

He laughed and sat back and closed his eyes for a minute and I just sat down on the couch about a foot away from him.

"So were you for real about getting me a job, or were you just trying to suck my dick?" he asked.

"I was serious about the job, but if I can give you head too than you're hired."

"When do I start?"

THE END***

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