Waking the next morning about 10a.m., he went upstairs and quickly returned to report everyone was gone. We each had some cereal for breakfast and we both ate pretty fast because afterall we were "home alone" and 2 extra hours for fun. He went to wash our bowls and returned to the basement with his shorts tossed over his shoulder. Watching his cock flop around as he came down the stairs was pretty damn funny. I laughed and he asked "what are you laughing at?" I said, "watching your dick bouncing around." Now he was ready to show his dominate aggressive dirty talking side in all it's glory. He walked over and stood in front of me. He wiggled his finger like come here so I moved closer to him. He put his hand on the back of my head and said, "stop laughing and suck my dick," then pulled me towards his cock. Like the obedient cocksucker I was I opened my mouth and began to suck his cock. Remember at the beginning of my story I made it clear race was never an issue when I was growing up. Well his new comments he mentioned race for the first time ever. As I'm sucking his cock he says, "god damn, you just love sucking my big black dick don't you?"  I was shocked by what he asked, but also acknowledged he was right. I loved sucking his big black dick. Once he busted his nut, he sat down and asked me was I bothered by what he said. I was honest and told him it bothered me a little bit. He said, "oh i'm sorry, I didn't think you would mind. I won't say it again." I think my comment shocked the shit out of him because I said, "it bothered me a bit, but I also  liked  it."  I then said, "but you're right anyway cause I really do like sucking your big black dick." The look on his face was priceless. He face was like "oh damn I can't believe you just said that." He asked if I minded being called a cocksucker. I said, "not if I am sucking your dick when you call me it." Needless to say he was pleased with my comment. Not long after we continued our conversation about nothing and things began to get quiet, I asked him if I could suck his dick some more. Without hesitation he spread open his legs and said, "man you don't need to ask me, just do it." There I was on my knees sucking his dick once again. I was so into his cock. Looking back now I can say his cock was the only thing I cared about. I rarely ever played basketball anymore. I didn't hang out with my usual friends. In fact, for the past 2 summers, all I really did was go to his house regularly and suck his cock. Before this summer was over and school was going to start, I spent everday, except weekends, over his house sucking his cock. It got so bad that I never even asked anymore. Hell, he could be in the middle of a sentence and I would just go right down on his cock and start sucking and licking his cock and balls. I got to a point I craved his cum. I couldn't wait til he filled my mouth with more of his seed. Now that he was adding exciting verbage into our routine, calling me his cocksucker, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, asking me how much I loved sucking his black dick, I was completely addicted, hooked, and couldn't think about much of anything except sucking his cock. As we grew older and things changed with him having to work during the summer vacation, we couldn't meet everyday like we did. But we still played this way for several years. In fact, we played this way until I left to join the military. For a little over 5-6 years I was sucking his cock whenever I could. He had me hooked!!