I write dirty little fuck stories, so if you get to a point in the story that offends you, please stop reading and go read someone else's stories. My stories are not meant to offend anyone. Milker
The old black men at the bar called him " Brown Sugar," something that I didn't understand until one of them took him into the backroom with him and closed the door behind them. I don't know how long they were in there, at least a half hour or so before the door opened back up and the old black man came out looking exhausted and made his way back to the bar. I kept looking at the open door down the dark hallway, waiting for " Brown Sugar " to come out and when he finally did I was shocked, to say the least. He didn't head back to the bar, like the old black man had done, instead he headed back down the dark hallway to the bathroom, with nothing on but a pair of black thong panties and nothing else. It was pretty obvious what they had done in there but I still couldn't believe it as I sat there and had another drink, waiting to see what would happen next but nothing ever did so I went home.

Even though I don't like boys, I still found myself laying across my bed that night, playing with my long skinny boner and thinking about how good his ass looked that night, in the black thong panties, as he made his way back to the bathroom. Jacking off and thinking of a boy, especially a boy in panties was new to me but I had to cum. so I did it anyway. Besides, who would know what I had done on my bed besides me anyway?

The next night I was sitting in the same bar and I'm embarrassed to say, " Waiting for the action to happen," but nothing was going on and just as I was getting up to leave " Brown Sugar " calmly walked in and the place livened up, believe me.

It was almost like they were trying to decide who was going to do him next or something like that.

I couldn't understand why they were so interested in " Brown Sugar " anyway because there were 3 black women in the bar and 2 of them were nice to look at, believe me. Shit, I would have gone to bed with either one of them, if they would have had me but I was white and they wanted nothing to do with me.

Finally it was decided, I don't know how, who was going to do " Brown Sugar " that night and once again everybody watched as the young no more than [ 17 year old white boy ] followed the old black man into the back storage room.

This time it was only about 15 minutes before the door opened back up and the old black man made his way back to the bar, while " Brown Sugar " made his way back to the bathroom, once again with nothing on but thong panties, only this time they were red.

Since " Brown Sugar " was only about 17, the owner wouldn't let him drink at the bar but would let him go back to the back room and drink back there. So that if any strangers came in, they wouldn't see him.

I had been going in there for 2 1/2 or 3 months and had seen almost all of the old black men, taking him into the back room with them and closing the door. Some of them had taken him in there 3 or 4 times, I guess because they liked it " White " or whatever.

Eventually 2 at a time started taking him in there and that's when the owner got the wild idea of getting a web cam and spying on them.

None of us knew what was going on until one night " Brown Sugar " had just gone into the backroom with 2 more of them, when the owner looked all around, making sure that there were only regulars in the bar that night and when he saw that he knew everybody there he whispered " Lock the door " and look what I've got."

The TV had already been on, even though the sound had been turned down, nobody had been watching it. At least nobody had been watching it until he switched the channel and there on the screen was " Brown Sugar " going down on one of the old black men, while the other black man was watching and taking all of his clothes off.

Even I caught myself letting out a little moan, when his huge black cock jumped straight up, when he pulled his boxer shorts down and took them off. Standing there holding it, so " Brown Sugar " could see it and remember how big it was before he took it again.

Nobody in the bar was saying a word, as they watched " Brown Sugar " working his tongue around and around in circles, on the end of the black man's swollen cock. The black man was just sitting there in the chair watching him and telling him, " Get it baby, yu knows yu's wants it."

I looked over at 2 of the black women just as one of them was saying, " Oh, he wants it alright, look at how his little tongue is going after it." " Eat that sweet precum baby, don't waste it."

All at once the one he was licking on, grabbed ahold of his swollen black cock and pulled it out of the way, showing " Brown Sugar " his huge black ball sac and sliding forward on the chair. Sliding forward in the chair until they were hanging down over the edge and said, " Lick um baby, lick um and I'll let you have what's in um."

Watching " Brown Sugar " bend down, turn his head sideways and start licking on them as they hung down over the edge of the chair even made my dick twitch and I felt guilty about it. I don't know why.

He made " Brown Sugar " lick on them for 2 or 3 minutes, before gently pushing him away and whispering, " Laydown baby, it's time."

I don't know what everybody else was thinking was going to happen, as we watched " Brown Sugar " get up and laydown on the blanket, the blanket that they had spread across the dirty floor earlier. The only problem being, that he laid down on his back and not on his stomach, like I thought they were going to make him do.

I think everyone in the bar was shocked and wondering just what was going on, when the old black man stood up, stepped over him,straddling him and slowly lowered his huge ball sac and hairy little asshole down to his waiting mouth and said, " Do your thing baby, Do your thing."

The camera was setup in the right place and you could see it as " Brown Sugar " opened his mouth, slid his little pink tongue out and started licking on them, first one and then the other. Caressing on both of them, with his warm soft tongue.

" Oh yeah, lick um baby, lick um." " Use that tongue of yours, shows um just how much you likes um." " Oh yeah, fuck yeah, suck um baby, suck um." " Agghhh shit, easy, easy baby, don't hurts um, makes um feel good, likes you always do."

Just when I thought that it was almost over, the old black man raised up and whispered, " You wanna do it, don't ya baby?"

When " Brown Sugar " didn't answer him he said, " Don't worry, Old Henry over there won't tell anybody, what your thing is and you should know by now, that I sure as shit won't tell anybody either." " Come on baby, at least kiss it." And with that he reached back, slowly pulled his cheeks apart and started lowering his black ass down, as " Brown Sugar's " head came up and he started licking on it, as the old black man mashed his little asshole against " Brown Sugar's " mouth and screamed, " DO IT, DO IT, OH FUCK BABY DO IT, YOU KNOWS YOU WANTS TOO " and let out the strangest moan, as he felt the warm tongue finally going up into him and knew that " Brown Sugar was doing his [ Thing ] once again eating out another black man's ass, just like he had been doing since he was little, when the 2 older black boys had coaxed him into eating their's out and for some strange reason, he had liked it and still did.

The old black man didn't care that " Brown Sugar " was a boy and that it was a boy eating his ass out and not a girl. He didn't care at all, as he kept saying, " THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT BABY EAT IT , EAT IT LIKE ONLY YOU KNOW HOW TO DO." " AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

All at once the the thick white cum started shooting out of the end of the old man's swollen cock, " Agghhhhhh," " Agghhhhhhh," " Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shittt " and falling forward across " Brown Sugar's " head, he pulled the boys tongue from his ass and all of us could see on the huge TV, just how wet and swollen his little asshole was now just from being sucked on. I couldn't believe how much it looked like a pussy now with swollen lips on it. It was almost like he was showing us what an asshole looked like after it had been tongued and sucked and I guess he was because he already knew that there was a spy camera there and we didn't.

If I said that my pants weren't wet from watching them, I'd be lying, because they were, really were. And it wasn't precum that had made them that way, it was cum and I was so embarrassed about what had happened that I snuck out of there before the other black man could even do him.

Even though I had released my cum, watching the 2 of them getting it on, I still found myself horny when I got home and was at a total loss at what to do about it. Something had changed in me and I really had a hard time, coming to terms with it.

I'm embarrassed to admit that from that night on, after watching " Brown Sugar " doing it, eating a black man's ass out, that I wanted to do it too," just to see what it felt like. I fought the feeling for as long as I could but eventually found myself giving in to it and started working the black bar's, just like " Brown Sugar " was doing. Even going so far as to buying a pair of black thong panties and wearing them, just to get them to want me to do it to them and they did.

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2014-03-22 15:04:22
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2013-10-25 23:32:32
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2011-07-08 06:41:26
2009-06-13 00:25:02
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER

Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker

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2011-07-04 15:10:20
IJWTS wow! Why can't I think of thgins like that?

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2009-06-13 00:25:02
I'm a firm believer, that we have no more choice over what we are drawn to sexually, than we have over what our taste buds like, when we sit down at the table. PEACE...MILKER

Since some of you may not like this story and what it's about, may I suggest that you click on my name, that's up next to the title of this story and perhaps you will find one that's more to your liking....Milker

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