"Did you enjoy yourself on the field?" My mother asked. "Maybe you can join me at State next year, Blake!" My older brother said we all exited the car. How in this how car ride, no one had called me a faggot or cocksucker, and that made me miss the words. As we pulled into our driveway I was still thinking about the velvety feel of a cock head on my tongue. That hour long car ride wasn't enough time though. Which meant we had about an hour trip back home and more than enough time for me to try to get the thought of those cocks out of my head. I ran crossed the field and looked at my watch. Neither of us said a word to each other, but we both knew what he was going to do and I was jealous. I found my shirt, crumbled up in the corner and sprinted out of the room and down the hallway, passing a semi-chubby white dude with dark curly hair and glasses. HOME! Fuck! I was supposed to meet my parents and brother thirty minutes ago. I mean, I hadn't received any complaints back home. Which until today I thought was pretty big. Anytime I didn't have a huge throbbing black cock in my hand, which wasn't very often, I wrapped my hand on my own rock solid dick. Which is a surprise because while I was busy getting myself drunk on all the black cum I could swallow, I came twice. But the thought of what they would do to me if I said no, made my cock hard. If I spat the cock out of my mouth and walked out. Sure, I was terrified of what could happen to me if I said no. It didn't fully hit me until they were all gone.
Sitting on this dirty couch, licking cum off my lips, head spinning at the thought that I was in fact what those six delicious black cocks had spent the last two hours calling me, a cocksucker. If you would have told me at the beginning of my day that I would be willingly on my knees, praying that just one more big black cock would walk through those doors and feed me my seventh load, I would have laughed in your face. But there I sat, in a dark room, listening to the foot steps echo down the dark hallway as the four black studs who had just fed me a total of six loads, leave me there.
A throat that until two hours ago, had been what I assumed, was straight. Two hours I spent having my throat fucked raw by rough black cocks. That's how long I spent on my knees in the room labeled 'Mouth'.