I was a cock whore starting at 12. Our yard man was a Dark skinned black man in his 70's . He was not good looking but had a working man's body. I have red hair and very white skin and grey eyes...always very athletic and at the time was running cross country track.
He always came Saturday morning, and in winter he would come alone, not too much to do. My parents were gone somewhere and Mr. Green ( I don't know his first name) was working in the backyard so I stripped and walked thru the glass walled den naked and acted like I didn't know he was there. I put on a fuckin show, little whore that I was. I remember pretending that I lost the tv remote and got on all fours to look under the coffee table. Then I "noticed" him outside looking at me. I went upstairs and made sure he could see me spying on him.
He disappeared then I heard a knock at the back door. I put on some shorts and he said my parents were to have left payment. I asked him to come inside. There was some small talk and I told him my parents were gone. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride. His truck was a beater and smelled of gasoline. We drove to a house and pulled to the back. It was not his house - it was that of another family for which he did yard work. The house was empty, of course. He started rubbing his crotch and I could not believe what I saw. Nine plus inches and fat. I remember the smell of his crotch, the weight of his cock, and how he held my head when he came. He made no sound and no warning when he came and he held my head down so tightly I barely tasted his come just the after taste. I loved that instinct to swallow and cum going from cock directly to throat.
A month or two later we got together again. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, he was hesitant, I was ready my hole was lubed with my mom's KY. I had been jerking off to the idea for over a month, and had discovered where to score poppers so I knew I could take it. We drove to a different house and pulled into their garage this time. We never left the truck though. I blew him then he laid on his back, I straddled him and rubbed my hole on his cock, rubbed my body like a whore, and whimpered. He grabbed my hips and squeezed my ass then roughly pinched my nipples as he would a whore in heat.
I had brought a small paper bag with Vaseline (what did I know?) and a bottle of poppers. I asked him if he minded if I took a hit, he had no idea what it was. I said I didn't really know but it made getting fucked easier. I took a hit, handed him the bottle, and tried to ease down, he just stared at me. It was not successful, so he told me to move up to him. He started fingering my hole, I started riding his fingers, we were to two fingers when I had another hit of poppers. Then he put in three and I was in heaven. I slid down and right onto his bare uncut dick. He looked shocked and the started bucking like a sledge hammer. I got up and squatted on him and because I slowed down he knew some more poppers would get me going again. He held them up to me and let me do my inhaling. All the while he just stared at me like pit bull when you have no idea what he's thinking. I rode him while he watched me enjoy myself. When he came there was no sound from him but I could feel his cock throb, I kept riding until his dick slid out, with a lot of cum. I wanted to lap it up but didn't know if it would gross him out. I didn't bring a towel. I moved off of him and he re positioned himself behind the steering wheel, reached his hands to the cum pool, scooped up the jizz, and fed it to me. I licked and nursed on his rough calloused hands with the taste of ass, cum and gasoline.