Fuck, my life had turned around 180 degrees in under two weeks.
"What's your favourite ball team?" He asked.
I quit sucking his mostly erect cock. "I'm originally from Los Angeles, so I'm a Dodgers fan."
"I'll accept that," he chuckled, before adding, "but I'm a die hard Red Sox fan."
"So I shouldn't say how much I hate the Yankees and Red Sox?" I questioned, licking the long shaft of his cock.
"I hate the Yankees more than I hate any team in any sport," he said. "But as long as you have passion for a team, I respect that."
Wanting to be his regular cocksucker, wanting to impress him, I agreed, as I moved to his big balls, "I'm also a Rams' fan."
"I hope so," he groaned, as my mouth sucked on one of his balls. "I'm actually a Detroit Lions fan. Barry Sanders is a relative of mine."
"That's cool," I said, having loved watching Barry Sanders play when I was younger.
"Yeah, although watching them play lately has been root canal painful," he said.
I don't know why I said it, to impress him, to show him how good a submissive I was, or to just be funny, but I quipped, "The first time your grandson fucked my ass was pretty painful."
This made him roar. "Shit, that is the funniest thing I've heard forever."
Two things happened simultaneously next. My phone rang and his granddaughter walked into the room.
"Are you okay, Grand-Daddy?" She asked, as my phone rang a second time in my pocket.
"I'm fine," he said, still laughing. "I think I may have found the one."
She walked to me and ordered, "Give me your phone."
I replied, "It's my wife."
"Just give me the fucking phone," she snapped, seeming like a female version of Malcolm.
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, giving her my phone even as I stroked her grandfather's cock.
"Ma'am," she laughed, as she answered the phone and began walking away, "This is nigger cocksucker's phone."
I gasped.
At the use of the 'N' word.
At the fact she was talking to my wife.
At the reality she was no longer in hearing range.
Joe said, "She will likely try to have your wife come over here and eat her pussy. She is a complete lesbian."
"Oh," I said, wondering if my wife would cross that line... the idea stimulating.
"I should also warn you that she will want to peg you once I'm done with you," he added
I again said, "Oh," that idea also very damn stimulating... although I felt that would be cheating... considering everything that had transpired yesterday that was still the odd, but true feeling I was having.
"Could you do my balls some more," he asked, not ordered.
"Yes, sir," I nodded, moving back to his balls, recalling now after the brief awkwardness of my cell ringing that he had told his granddaughter that he thought he had found the one. That meant me.
That, not surprisingly, excited me.
"How about hockey?" He asked.
"The Kings," I answered, Marcel Dionne being my favourite player growing up. Having met him with my dad at a charity event back when he just started. Fuck, my dad would disown me if he saw me now.
"Red Wings for me. Gordie Howe was the man," he said, as I sucked on his balls.
"Yzerman," I said back, one of those players I liked even though I never liked the team he played for.
"Yeah, he was great too," he replied. "Shitty that he's now running the Tampa Bay team. Christ, I'm disgusted there is a Tampa Bay team."
"I couldn't agree more," I replied, going from ball to ball. I had hated the NHL expansion to non-hockey cities like Tampa Bay, Phoenix and Nashville, even though obviously LA was anything but a hockey city.
"For the record, I love watching sports while getting a lengthy blow job," he said.
I replied, "Funny, I love listening to sports while giving a long blow job."
"Well then, I'm happy you came over today," he said.
"Me too," I said, feeling so relaxed as I serviced and worshipped this big black cock. It was a completely different reality from the intensity and humiliation I received at the hands and cock of Malcolm.
Both turned me on in different ways.
As I began licking my way up his massive shaft, he asked, "So do you enjoy taking a cock in your ass?"
"Yeah," I admitted, as I reached his thick mushroom head, "My wife has been pegging me for a couple of weeks and, well, your grandson really reached some new depths in my ass."
"Most bottoms squeal like girls when they take my cock up their ass," Joe said, not smugly, but rather matter-of-factly.
As I swirled my tongue around his cock head, I nodded, "I imagine so. You have the thickest cock I've ever seen."
"Thanks. God blessed me," he said, just as I took his now completely hard cock in my mouth... which stretched my mouth in ways no cock I had sucked yet had.
I had to agree. God indeed blessed him.
And as I slowly bobbed on his cock, trying to get accustomed to its girth, he began to tell a story... which turned me on completely.
"Do you want to hear about the first white guy who sucked my cock?" He asked.
I moaned on his cock in response.
"I'll take that as a yes. It was the early 1970s, segregation was theoretically over, but that was definitely a theory. I had gotten a football scholarship to college in Mississippi and, even though I knew that racism was more rampant there, I mean Edgar Mevers was killed there less than ten years before that, I figured I could be the one to make the change. I was a confident, idealistic, son of a bitch. That said, I was also an amazing running back and thus they ignored the reality I was a northern nigger. But what I learned was that underneath the racist exterior was a lot of suppressed white men who desired cock, especially black cock."
I thought to myself: sounds like me. I kept slowly sucking, in for the long haul.
"I learned first that white girls loved black cock. Maybe it was the taboo of it, maybe it was to piss off their white racist parents or maybe it was the usually true rumour of black cock size... but in the first month I had fucked five sorority girls, two together, a white saleswoman, and a professor, and was now dating a cheerleader. But it was the cheerleader's dad that ended up being my first cocksucker. He was very liberal with me dating his daughter, as he had just returned from Vietnam and had fought side-by-side with, as he called them, his black brothers. He asked if I wanted to go hunting for the weekend with him and I figured I should... plus I had never gone hunting. The first night, after a long day, we were having a few whiskies and shooting the shit when he bluntly said, 'Joe, I brought you up here for more than just hunting.' My first thought was 'oh fuck,' but he continued, 'I have a secret that neither my wife nor daughter knows about'. I couldn't fathom what it would be or why I needed to know, but I soon found out. He revealed, as he dropped to his knees in front of me, 'I love black cock'. He just out and said it. In retrospect that explained a lot. I had thought I noticed him looking at my crotch on a few occasions and he had said some weird shit during the drive, yet I never expected such words, especially in the south. He continued, 'I haven't had any juicy black cock since I returned from the war and I'm just, I, well, can I please suck your cock?' I was still flabbergasted. I pointed out that I was dating his daughter and he agreed that what he was asking was wrong, but he couldn't resist. Oddly, looking down at him on his knees, my cock did harden and I figured a mouth is a mouth. I mean I wasn't going to marry his daughter, I had already fucked two others since we started dating, but she was an eager, nasty slut who took it in all three holes, pretty rare back then. So I shrugged and said why not. He quickly fished out my cock and sucked me with a hunger I had never seen when a woman sucked me. And God, he was way better. He ended up sucking me off almost a dozen times the rest of the weekend and I pounded his ass once too, making him squeal like a complete slut. After that weekend, white cocksuckers seemed to be everywhere."
I said, "Fuck that is hot."
"Yeah, I had a few teammates who became cocksuckers, one of my coaches, a couple queers, a cop, a lawyer and a prominent judge who had made some rather anti-black decisions. But what I learned then, that is still true now, is that almost all white guys will become cocksuckers to black cock if given the chance... it is in their DNA," he finished.
"I didn't know that until I saw your grandson's dick," I nodded.
"That's usually all it takes, just a seed planted," he agreed.
I laughed, "Apparently." I then smirked to myself thinking how many times he had planted his seed and in how many members of my family. Only my son was oblivious to the glory of black cock. Shit, my son. What would he think of his father being a cock sucker? I pushed the thought of that out of my mind and focused on the task at hand... a glorious, beautiful black cock.
Then for another ten minutes, I sucked his dick; he watched television, even changing the channel while I bobbed on his thick cock, which I was finally accustomed to.
Finally, he groaned "Get ready."
