It was the summer of "92. I was 29 and living in Huntington, West Virginia. It's a city of 60,000 or so on the Ohio river near where West Virginia, Kentucky, and Ohio meet. I was "between" lovers that summer and went out to the gay men's clubs fairly frequently. There were 3, but 1 was the most popular, the Driftwood. I didn't like to drink and drive and I only lived maybe 10 blocks from the place, so on a Saturday night I started off for it around 11 pm.
It was very warm and humid out, so I wore some tight white denim shorts and a revealing white tank top, along with some black boots. I'm white, and I was 5'4", 140 lbs, nicely toned, and I sported a deep tan. My head was shaved, and I had a black mustache and gotee. I was looking pretty good, if you like short guys. I was always a little nervous walking back and forth to the bar, and I carried a switchblade. The walk there was uneventful, as usual, and once in I ordered a beer and headed upstairs.
Upstairs is where most of the guys hung out. There was a stage and there was always a drag show. Alot of guys knew each other. It was sort of a combination neighborhood bar and cruise bar. I saw some guys I knew, no one I would have liked to go home with though. There were some others there I was interested in, but they didn't seem interested in me. I watched the drag show, and the dancing at the intermissions, and I drank too much. Before I knew it, it was closing time.
I left, a little depressed I hadn't met anyone new. I started walking home. I walked 2 blocks, then turned left to go under the 10th street viaduct. I was about halfway under the 2 block long viaduct when I realized there was a car on the road behind me, going very slowly. I saw its lights first. Usually I tried to ignore, yet be aware of, people or cars that were nearby. I glanced over my shoulder, though, and saw that it was a police car. At this point it sped up and passed me. I think the cop looked at me as he passed.
I got to the top of the viaduct, and crossed 8th Ave. I saw the police car ahead a litte ways, across 10th street, parked parallel to me in the parking lot of a vacant store. I just kept walking on my side of the street. His window was rolled down. As I passed by him, the cop said "Come over here son". I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned toward him and stared. He said again, more forcefully "I said come over here son". I couldn't really see him well from across the street, with the glare of the streetlights, my buzz, and the darkness.
I walked across the street toward him and saw that he was black. As I approached he said "Put your hands up and go to the other side of the car". I followed his directions. He got out as I walked around the car. He barked "Put your hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs, son". I did as he said. I was afraid to look at him, but from what I could tell he looked good. He was maybe 40 or so, 6 foot or a little under, solidly built, and fairly dark skinned. He patted me down quickly. He didn't find the switchblade apparantly. He opened the back door and gave me a gentle push into the back seat. He hadn't said what he stopped me for, and I was afraid to ask. I hadn't done anything. He closed the door and went back around to the driver's side and got in.
He said "I saw you come out of the Driftwood, boy. Where are you walkin' to this time a night?" I said, "I'm just going home, sir. I only live a few blocks from here". "I'd rather walk than drink and drive". He said "Well that's a good idea". I said "Yes sir." He said, "Well we're goin' for a short ride. You're all alone, nobody picked up your hot lil ass tonight, so we're goin' for a ride". He chuckled. I was not sure what was happening. He drove off onto 8th Ave. We didn't speak. About 2 blocks down he pulled behind an old vacant factory at the corner of 8th Street and 8th Ave. It was very secluded and dark.
He stopped the car but left it running. He said "Stay put, boy". He got out and came around to my side of the car and opened the door. He got between the door and the seat where I was sitting. He looked at me and said "You look pretty good, boy, I'm surprised you aint' somebody's lil' slave". "Some black dude's lil' pussyboy". He laughed. He continued, "You ever had any black dick, boy?" He had started rubbing his crotch through his tight black cop pants. I said "Yes sir". He said, "Oh, you have, had you?" He kind of chuckled. He continued "I bet you aint' had no big black cop dick, though, huh? He chuckled again. With that he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
He kept smiling. He was nice looking. Nice eyes, lips, a thin mustache and gotee. He hauled his dick out of his pants. It was big and thick, hanging 6 or 7 inches down his leg, and he wasn't even totally hard yet. He said, "Lick on dis boy". I did, all over it, up and down and all around. I couldn't believe I was getting ready to suck a black cop's dick. He said, "Yeah, you know what to do. You like this big dick boy?" I said "Yes sir". He said, "I thought you would".
He said "So go ahead and start suckin' on it now". I began sucking on the nice big head and he moaned. He said "I ain't had my dick sucked by a guy in long time. Damn, shit feels good". He put his hands on my head and said "Keep goin' boy, take all of it". I took his shaft in until I couldn't get anymore in my mouth. There was alot more of him to go though. He slowly fucked my mouth, pushing down on my head, and pushing the big head against the opening to my throat.
He said, "Alright boy, open up that throat, I'm gonna push it in." With that he pushed the head into my throat. I almost gagged. Tears started streaming out of my eyes. I was determined though to suck this hot black cop off to completion. He pushed down my throat, another couple of inches. I looked up and saw and felt his thick pubic bush against my face. I had it all in. He said, " Damn, boy, you sure do like black cock, don't you? You got 9 fuckin thick inches down your throat". He held my head up so I would look at him and so he could see his big dick going down my throat. He'd put a hand on my throat sometimes, feeling his dick fucking my throat.
He started thrusting harder and harder. I took his big black dick down, resisting gagging, tears flowing from my eyes. I loved it. He said "Boy, I ain't never gotten ta fuck a throat this good. My women wouldn't take it all and the few dudes back in the day wouldn't take it all either". "Dis throat is mine, now, boy. You hear me? You is my little white boy cocksucker now".
He kept pumping all 9 inches in and pushing my head down on it. He said "Shit, I could do this all night, but I am on duty, so I'm gonna load you up here real soon".
He said, "Boy, I'm cummin', you swallow it all down now". With that he let out a "Oh shit, hell ya, here it cums, oh damn, ohhh, fuck, ahh, ahh, ahh, oh shit, ahh, yea boy, oh yea, ahh, ahhh, ahh." He flooded my throat with his seed, I felt his dick pulsating in my throat. He pulled out so that he was in my mouth and I felt him shoot several shots of his thick cum, savoring the taste and swallowing it up. Then he pulled out of my mouth and shot a couple more on my lips and and face. He wiped it up with his dick and I licked it off as he brought it to my lips.
He put his dick back into his pants. He closed the door and went back around to the drivers side. He got in. He asked me where I lived and I told him He took me home. He got out and came around to my side and opened the door. He said " Thanks boy" and grinned widely. "What's your name?" I said John. He said "Well, John, I hope we can do that again real soon. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I said yes. He said "And I plan on makin' that hot lil white pussy mine too". He laughed. I said "ok". He asked me for my phone number and he wrote it down. He said "I'll call you soon, don' be givin' it up ta nobody else now". I said "ok". He said "Alright, til next time then"