Jack of Spades

By Beaumonte Bill / Oral Guy 2000

Published on Feb 12, 2016

Gay

Jack of Spades (part 8)

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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I awoke on Wednesday with my mouth feeling really grungy – then I remembered all the cum I had swallowed last night. I felt no ill effects as I proudly recalled all the loads I had swallowed. Then I sat on the toilet and had diarrhea. I guess that was the cum working its way out. Not a very pleasant experience, but a small price to pay for swallowing all that cum!

My ass was another story. All the fucking last night had left me sore – in a perverted way it was a reminder of last night, but I knew I'd better have some time to recover before another gang rape.

Mid morning I received a call from Ike, inviting me out tonight. "I'm feeling really sore from last night," I said, "and need to rest up."

"You took a really good fucking last night," Ike agreed, "I wasn't sure you would be able to walk afterward!"

"So I think I'll just rest up tonight," I said.

"How about if you just do blowjobs – just a few?" asked Ike.

"Ok," I agreed, "I can do that."

I agreed to be picked up at 7 as before.

That night Ike picked me up and Janet was in the back seat. She took my clothes as I removed them and stroked me to erection.

"I just love that cute little dick!" she said. It was insulting, but I loved the way it felt.

Ike drove to the park we were at last night and back to the pavilion. There were seven guys there, who I recognized from last night.

"Ike turned to Janet and asked, "you want to take charge?"

Janet took the lead and said, "Now listen up guys, our sissy is back for more, but you worked his ass over pretty good last night, so its blowjobs only for tonight."

I knelt awaiting the cocks, and soon the guys lined up. I sucked one after the other, eagerly swallowing their loads. After I blew them all, Ike stepped up for his turn. I eagerly blew the guy who had made all this possible for me.

We got back into the car and I said to Janet, "you really like to take charge of these things, don't you?"

"It is kind of a turn on to take choreograph the climaxes!" she said, smiling.

"Maybe you could dream up some other events for you to host," I said.

Janet said she would think about it.

"I'll take you home so you can rest up," said Ike.

Janet handed my clothes to me and I got dressed on the way home.

Arriving home, my mother said, "home early tonight?"

"Yeah, feeling a little tired," I said, "so I'm doing an early night."


I awoke on Thursday, looking forward to completing my jack of Spades qualifications tonight.

I received a call from Ike, but declined his offer, wanting to focus on my work with Towanda. I arrived at Towanda's at 7pm and rang the bell. My escort opened the door and commented on my being dressed. "You'll have to lose those soon," he said.

He led me to Towanda who said, "better get ready."

I undressed and presented myself, then was led to the camera room. She told me to remain standing, because I had to take my oath before completing my qualification.

The president arrived and undressed. He was introduced as Tyrone and told me to raise my right hand, take his cock in my left hand, and repeat the oath after him. I did so, promising to service any black man in need, and to refer other white men or women to serve.

After finishing the oath, I was placed on my knees under the camera and posed for the series of pictures. After completing the pictures I sucked Tyrone to completion and swallowed his cum.

He welcomed me and encouraged me to get to know all the black men in the network, hoping to see my picture sucking them as well.

He pulled out and Towanda helped me up. "As soon as your pictures are posted you will receive an email with a link to the website, along with your user ID and password. You can use the website to contact other guys you want to suck."

I thanked her and left, returning home. While many would think I had degraded myself, I felt a wonderful sense of accomplishment.

I got home and checked my email. Sure enough there was the email from Towanda. I logged on and proudly looked at my web page. There were eleven pictures of me with eleven different black cocks in my mouth, along with the names and dates shown under each picture.

My mother called out to me, asking is I wanted any popcorn. I quickly hid the web page – I certainly wouldn't want my mother to see. I told her I would join her shortly, and displayed the web page as she prepared the popcorn.

I clicked on the picture of me blowing Tyrone and it took me to his web page. His page now showed the number 54, increased by one, now that I had blown him. I looked at the collection of jacks and queens to see if I knew anyone.

As I scanned the pictures I was stunned to see a particular queen – my mother! I couldn't believe what I was seeing – my mother always dressed conservatively, always wearing tops that showed no cleavage – I thought she was kind of a prude – and we never talked about sex!

The popcorn was ready and I joined my mother in the living room to share the popcorn while watching TV. As I sat next to her I wondered how long she had been a queen and how many guys she had serviced. I would have to see how many pictures were on her web page.

Fortunately the TV captured my mother's interest – I sure didn't have much to say as I struggled to accept my mother being a queen of Spades. I suddenly realized that if I could see her web page, that she would be able to see mine. Holy shit, how would she respond to learning that I was now a jack? Not just a cocksucker, but a jack! Would she challenge me when she found out, or just pretend she didn't know?

When we finished the popcorn I kissed mom and told her goodnight, returning to my room. I brought the web page back up and clicked on my mom's picture. I was surprised to find her web page was filled with pictures, and saw the number at the top of the page was 127. To say that my mom has been around was quite an understatement!

Clearly my mom and I shared a love of BBC, but I really didn't there to be a problem between us. What if this was something she did years ago, and is now ashamed of? I looked at the dates on the pictures and found that the latest date was last Saturday – clearly she was still active! The earliest date was almost thirty years ago – long before I had been born. Knowing that these pictures were only for the first time with each man, I thought she must have serviced black men thousands of times. I thought about all the black cocks that had gone into my mother, wondering if I had shared any. I looked through the pictures and found that two of the names matched guys I had blown.

I recalled that last Saturday mom said she went shopping with her friends – obviously she had a secret life also! It would be a good thing if this was all out in the open, but I didn't know how my mother would take the news of my being a jack. I sent an email out to Towanda asking her advice on how to open the subject with my mother.

I went to bed, proud to be a jack, but wondering how mom would react.

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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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