Jack of Spades (part 5)
An eager sucker wants to tell the world yet still remain closeted – discovering the answer plunges the sucker into a whole new world! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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The next day at work I had enjoyed replaying the weekend. Midway through the morning I received a call on my cell phone.
"Hello," I said.
"This is Ike," they said, "You rode with me yesterday."
"Yeah," I responded, "give me a second to get some privacy."
I walked to a safer place and said, "go ahead."
Ike continued, "we liked your work yesterday, and want you to ride with us regularly."
"Well, that didn't work out so well for me," I said.
"You aren't still mad about us showing off your naked ass?"
"That didn't bother me," I replied, "it was nearly losing my clothes."
"Ok, I can see that," Ike said, "we value our jacks, and you will be under my protection."
"I don't mind the humiliation," I said, "as long as I am safe."
"You'll be safe," I promise, "so you want to ride with us tonight?"
"I suppose," I replied, "but I may have an appointment with Towanda."
"We'll make sure you make your appointment if you have one," Ike said, "We'll pick you up at your place at 7 tonight, ok?"
I agreed and I went back to work.
Later that day I received a call from Towanda, who told me that she had two guys lined up for 8pm tonight. I agreed to be there and hung up.
Sucking two tonight will bring my total to ten, so I'll only have to suck the president and I'll be in! I walked around the rest of the day with a hard on.
After work I went home and had dinner with my mother. At 23, I was a little old to still be living with my mother, but I didn't have the money to get a place of my own. My parents split up when I was young and my mother left my dad behind in Atlanta. She liked me there so she wouldn't have to be alone. I just hoped that my jack activities would not create a problem with mom.
I told her I would be going out with some friends tonight and might not be back until ten.
She didn't question me further so I left it at that.
I watched for Ike's car so he didn't have to come to the door. I didn't have any black friends, and didn't want my mother to ask me more questions.
When I saw their car I stepped out and said bye to mom. I walked to the street and Ike's car stopped and the back door opened. There were two guys in the back seat and a Janet, a black woman in the front passenger seat. Ike was driving.
I got in and Ike told me to get undressed. They put my clothes in a bag and set them aside. Janet looked back at me with interest.
"Let me see your dick," she said, "never seen a white dick before – especially a sissy dick."
I shifted my position and spread my legs to show her.
"Get yourself hard to show her how big you get," said Ike. I stroked myself and was soon fully hard.
"That's it?" she said, "I thought it would be small, but you are hardly a man."
"That's why I'm a jack," I said, "if I want a big dick someone will have to give me one."
Everyone had a good laugh at that and Ike told me to show her how much I love black cock.
Both of the guys took their cocks out and I began to suck one of them. The gal watched eagerly – perhaps never having seen a white guy giving blowjob before.
Show her the cum when you he nuts in your mouth," said Ike. I continued to suck until he filled my mouth with his cum.
I turned and opened my mouth to show her the cum. "You really LIKE that stuff?" she asked.
I just smiled, swallowed and began sucking the other guy. After he came I showed her the cum and again swallowed. It was nearly eight, and Ike stopped in front of Towanda's.
Ike told me to call him when I was done. I got out and walked to the door, while Ike drove off.
I stood there naked at the door and sure hoped someone would be there. I rang the doorbell and the guy who escorted me yesterday answered the door.
He smiled and said he liked my new look.
"You might want to try out my mouth," I said, "just let me know if you want it."
"Towanda has other plans for you tonight," he said, "but I'll be glad give you a try later."
He took me to Towanda, who said, "You really dress the part." She led me to the room with the camera and I got into position. The first guy for me to suck arrived and dropped his pants. By now I knew the routine, so I stroked him to erection and took him into my mouth. After a few dozen pictures I sucked him off, and took a break.
Towanda asked me, "did you bring your clothes this time?"
"No, I said, they are with Ike. I have to call him when we're done and he'll pick me up."
"But I got a problem," I said, "my phone is with my clothes."
"I'll call Ike," said Towanda, "and tell him to be here in half an hour.
I thanked her and asked about sucking the president. She said that she thought she could arrange it a little later in the week. I looked forward to being and "official jack" by the weekend.
It was time for the last suck, so I got into position. It went well and soon I was finished. Towanda led me to the door. Ike's car was waiting, so I walked to it and got in the back.
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While this is a work of fiction, the meaning of the Jack of Spades is real. I will be glad to send you information on this as requested. Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.
–Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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