Ripe For Picking - Part 1
By Kevin Moore
I was eighteen years old in the summer of 1970, although a good many people said that I looked more like a sixteen-year-old. I was tall and gangly, with blue eyes and blond hair. My uncut cock was only five-inches long and attached to a tiny, round ball-sac; however, when it was fully erect, it was as hard as nails. My arse was also small, with a prominent dimple in each arse-cheek.
It was the third day of my annual holiday, and I was riding my bicycle past Woodford railway station. I really needed to pee, so I stopped and went into the public toilet, which was directly opposite the station.
I unbuttoned my fly and began to pee in the stainless steel urinal, which smelt to high heaven of chlorine.
A few seconds later a black man entered the toilet and stood beside me, fumbling urgently with the buttons of his fly. He then stood there in total silence, which was a little odd, as there was no sound of him relieving himself in the urinal.
Being curious by nature, I glanced to my left and saw him playing with his hard-standing cock, which was ginormous compared to mine.
I just couldn't take my eyes off the man's uncut length, which was ultra-long and thick, and criss-crossed with lots of swollen veins. I felt so-o-o horny as my own cock became nice and stiff.
'Hey, boy,' he said, 'your dick is as hard as mine.'
I said nothing as my cheeks began to burn bright red with embarrassment. I just stood there, frozen to the spot, with my eyes transfixed on the man's shiny knob.
He leaned across and, pushing my hand away, took hold of my hard-standing cock. I still said nothing as he began to wank me off.
I was so nervous and shocked by the man's boldness, but still I let him play with my stiffy.
He turned to his right and, using my cock as a steering lever, turned me to face him. He then took hold of my right hand and wrapped it round his coal-black cock.
'Come on, boy,' he said. 'Wank me off as well, it's only fair.'
I squeezed his cock as he rocked back and forth, urging me to take the plunge and start wanking him off. For several minutes we pleasured each other; then, suddenly, he dropped to his knees and licked the tip of my cock, which made my whole body shudder.
The man looked up at me, smiled, and then sucked the whole of my cock into his mouth. The sensation felt truly awesome.
Several boys had sucked my cock at school, so I didn't panic or step back. I just stood, rooted to the spot, as the man licked me into shape.
I was still nervous and worried about being seen by someone coming into the toilet; however, the fear of being discovered was well and truly tempered by the buzz I was experiencing.
The man gently toyed with my ball-sac as he brought me to the very brink of a climax, but before I could warn him that I was about to shoot my load into his mouth, he stood up and put a hand on my shoulder.
'It's your turn to go down on me now, boy,' he said.
'No way,' I replied. 'Someone might come in and see me doing it.'
'So let's go into one of the stalls and lock ourselves in. No one will see you sucking cock, but me.'
'I've never done it before,' I lied, 'so I won't be any good.'
'Just suck it like you would an ice-lolly. I'll give you a fiver if you say yes.'
'I don't want any money,' I said, as he bundled me into the nearest stall. 'I just want you to do it to me again.'
'No worries,' he said brightly. 'You just turn up here tomorrow and I'll suck you off all day. Deal?'
'Deal,' I replied, as the door closed behind us.
I sat on the toilet and helped the man's cock grow fully erect again.
'That's it, boy,' he said. 'Keep stroking old Jigga. He likes white boys making him stiff; and he can be a real mouthful when he's stiff.'
'Jigga?' I queried.
'Yep, I'm Jerome; he's Jigga. And you two are?'
'I'm Kevin and, er, er.'
'Let's call him Tiny Tim. Okay?'
'Yes, if you want,' I agreed, with a nonchalant shrug.
I opened my mouth the second Jigga touched my lips. Up close, the cock smelt real sweet: Jerome had obviously spiced up his pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed, with some sort of exotic hair oil.
'Open wide, boy,' said Jerome, as he placed his hands on my head. 'I want you to breathe through your nose when Jigga hits the back of your throat.'
He then thrust forward, holding my head firmly in his hands, and shoved Jigga deep into my mouth. I gagged on the hard-standing member, trying desperately to breathe in through my nose.
'Oh-h-h, yes,' he moaned. 'That's perfect. Now use your nose to breathe, boy. I don't want you to faint on me now.'
There was no way I was sucking Jerome's cock. The man was simply using Jigga to rape my mouth - I was being face-fucked by a very powerful black man.
'Come on, cunt-face,' he barked, 'show Jigga what you can really do!'
Jerome increased his stroke-rate as I struggled for more air. I was in a panic, but for some reason, I didn't want the face-fucking to stop.
'You're a right-royal slut, boy. A cock-sucker with a fuck-me mouth and a liking for man-size cock. I bet you want me to fill you up with lots of hot spunk.'
His ball-sac was now slapping against my chin, and his cock-head was blocking my airway.
'I always know when a white boy is ripe for picking,' he continued, 'and you boy are about to be picked.'
He then pulled back, unblocking my airway, and let out a loud gasp. I thought he was having a heart attack or something, but then I felt Jigga pulse in my mouth and jerk upward. It was then that the first jet of spunk hit the back of my throat.
I gagged and choked, and was forced to swallow the man's seed. Another jet of spunk followed the first, and then another. Jerome released my head from his vice-like grip as a less powerful jet filled my mouth with more seed.
'Fuckin' awesome,' he moaned, as Jigga slipped out of my mouth and began to go limp. 'You're the best.'
The man's spunk dribbled out of my mouth and slowly ran down my chin. Jerome didn't waste a second; he grabbed hold of Jigga and, using the knob, rubbed the escaping seed into my face.
I felt a little sick, and thought I was going to heave.
'You swallow all that goodness, boy,' he said. 'A tart like you needs all the spunk he can get.'
I swallowed hard, to clear my throat, but I didn't get the chance to tell the man I was no tart.
'Now don't forget,' he continued. 'Be here tomorrow at ten o'clock, sharp. We'll go into the wood and I'll suck Tiny Tim dry.'
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The path we took the next day was well used: the wood behind the public toilet was a well known meeting place for gay men, but I didn't know that at the time.
Jerome led me into a small, grass-covered clearing. He knelt down, directly in front of me, and grabbed hold of my cock through the material of my cycling shorts. It felt so-o-o good having my cock fondled by this man.
'Let's get some of your clothes off, Kevin,' he said. 'No one is going to see us fooling around in the wood.'
A few seconds later my shorts and Y-fronts were down, around my ankles. It was then that I heard the crickets chirping away in the surrounding undergrowth. They continued to click away as Jerome insisted I take off all my clothes.
'I want to see you naked, boy,' he said. 'I won't be able to suck you off properly; not unless you're starkers.'
The men lurking in the undergrowth took more photographs of Jerome's new sex pet, who clearly didn't know the difference between the chirp of a cricket and the click of a camera.
Jerome played with Tiny Tim for a very long time - I just couldn't believe how horny and brazen the man's fingers made me feel. He teased and tormented me for ages, but eventually he sucked Tiny Tim into his mouth, which made me whoop like a monkey, a very horny monkey.
He held my arse-cheeks firmly in his hands and, true to his word, sucked Tiny Tim dry. I just couldn't stop begging the man for more.
I was lifted into the air and spun round, and, with my legs pointing skyward, sucked off again. The crickets continued to chatter amongst themselves as I was slapped across the arse and sucked off again: this happened two more times before Jerome told me to get dressed and follow him back to the public toilet.
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