Clarence and I have a general rule. It's not written in stone or anything, but he's made it pretty clear. Anytime I'm in his home, I'm subservient to him first and then every other black man in his place.
It had never really come in to play in the time I'd known him until this incident. For the most part, Clarence is always there when I'm there so the idea of being under another man doesn't come up. But that changed when Clarence asked me to come over to his house a few times while he was out of town.
He'd never asked that before and I know Clarence. He didn't just want me to do a few chores around his house. Sex would be involved. I just didn't know how. He gave me time frames that he wanted me to be at his place and a list of things that he wanted me to do. I'm not much for just doing housecleaning for a man just because he asks me to. I'm not a pushover. But Clarence didn't ask this kind of thing of me often and like I said, I knew he was up to more than just me cleaning for him.
The first day, I spent about an hour over at his place in the early afternoon. Nothing happened outside of me doing some cleaning and watching some HBO. The second day though, there was a knock on the door. When I looked through the peephole, I got a surprise. It was a young guy that I'd been with one time during a gangbang named Lil T. Strictly speaking, he wasn't part of the gangbang. He'd watched part of it though. Later, I took his virginity (the full story for that is in In Spades) and as far as I know, is that only guy I've done that with. Furthermore, he was an acquaintance of my daughter, although as far as I know, he didn't know she and I were related and they hadn't seen each other in years. I wasn't positive, but I was pretty sure he was a second cousin of Clarence's. If he was here though, it meant Clarence thought it was okay.
He was a little different since I'd last seen him. It had been awhile. He'd grown out his Afro even more and he'd put on a little more meat to his slender frame. But he still had this charming bright smile and his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets, like he was a little shy still.
I invited him in and gave him a hug. "You here to see Clarence?"
"I'm here to see you." He sat down on the couch.
I wasn't really dressed to impress. I was just in a simple dress I'd worn to clean in. I was barefoot and not wearing any makeup, but he was looking at me with that look. He wanted me. I tried to play casual, but I'd already gotten that tiny little ball of excitement in me. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," he got kind of a casual sly grin on his cute face. "I ran into Clarence awhile back and we got to talking. At one point, he showed me a picture and I busted up! I was like 'Damn C, I got with her last year!' And he asked me if I wanted to again. Here I am."
I smiled at him. "Oh, I see. You just ordered me up from Clarence? You want a beer?" I walked into the kitchen when he nodded.
"Clarence told me what was up. Told me when to come over. When you'd be here. He said you s'pose to do what I tell you to."
I came back into the living room and handed him his beer. When I looked down, he was pulling his dick out of his jeans and it was already rock hard. His hand was wrapped around the base and he started pulling on it lightly. I gulped.
He grinned up at me and said, "So, what you say? Wanna taste?"
I still felt a little weird about him being so young. He couldn't be more than 19. But he had a beautiful cock and I hadn't had sex in a week or longer. There was also Clarence's rule to consider. I was supposed to do anything a man under Clarence's roof asked me to.
I pushed the coffee table back, got on my knees, grabbed the base of his cock and went to town on his shaft. He was maybe seven inches and so hard that I couldn't get more than about halfway down on him before his head was jabbing me in the top of my throat.