Goldie Pt. 01: The Man with a Golden Penis

This is the story of a light-skinned black man condemned to death. If all the men in town were nude, you would recognize him; Goldie's penis is a beautiful golden color. While waiting to be executed, Goldie writes his life history, hoping it will result in his freedom and prove his innocence. This story is written in conversational English as the writer is unschooled. All characters are over the age of 18, and all sexual situations are consensual.

Goldie Part One - Goldie's Golden Penis

I'm writt'in this, my life's history, now that I'm here in the State Penitentiary waiting for my death sentence to be carried out. As slow as the wheels of justice turn, I've still got a bit of time before that fateful day when they inject that goop in my arm, and then it's bye-bye, birdie. That time will no doubt come, less'in the governor reads my story and finds I'm innocent.

I'm in this cell cause they say I killed an older man I used to work for. Well, you gotta know that is a lying crock of shit. I never killed no one. That there man was like a father to me, and I got nothing but gratitude for the way he and the missus treated me.

Let me start at the beginning.

A little about myself, I grew up in Whipsaw, Texas, not so far from the Louisiana border. My family settled there after there a hundred years ago after the slavery days; my grand gran-pappy escaped from a plantation in Alabama scared from the lashings. The little town of Whipsaw is evenly divided between Blacks, Mexicans, and Whites. We's all get along pretty good. Of course, we black people outnumber the white folk, but them Mexicans are keeping up with us. They sure is pretty good in the fucking contest.

The white folks own mosta the businesses and the nicer homes, but we's coming along. Nate Turnbell has a big old Barbeque restaurant and on a Sunday, the tables out back are filled with people of all colors, eaten and laugh'in, drink'en beer and moonshine. And Dolphus Jenkin's, who I went to school with, he's got a construction company and is a building tract houses over on the west end. It all takes a heap of time to complete them things

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My mom was a golden brown color. Don't be asking me how big her ass was, cause that's off bounds. My dad was a German auto mechanic. He was working at the local dirt race track for several years here in Whipsaw. Mom said he spoke English real good and was a whiz at repairing them jalopies. Sad to say, he subbed as a driver and in one bad Sunday race he ended up in a fireball when I was still sucking tit.

I guess that ain't changed non, no matter how crazy this life gets, I still like to get a warm titty in my mouth, especially them that's got big brown nipples thick and chewy attached.

Being that my dad was real white skinned, I ended up a light honey color with brown curly hair, big hazel eyes and a pretty straight nose. Most folks take me for being a Creole. Mosta them gals have always found me attractive, especially when we get down to doing the nasty. My penis has a golden color that fascinates all of them. I've always been known as "the guy with the golden penis."

That started way back when kids in school start looking in gym class for them first sprouts of pubic hair that delineates having arrived at puberty. I never was heavy on pubic hair, mine it's kind of light brown and curly, doesn't grow real long so I could never compete with the "bushmen." They kids always referred to me as a "baldie," but as a grown man it looks like I shave my cock hair, but I don't.

How big is my dick, you ask. What the fuck does that have to do with anything? But, I figured you'd never ask. Well it ain't like one of the footballers who have 12 inches of black Alabama swamp snake hanging down alongside their leg. But it's big enough to be welcomed by most grown females who usually preface our coupling, by saying, "just take it slow Goldie." Yeah, you guessed it, "Goldie" is my nickname.

I've seen a lot of guys in the gym where I used to work, lots of them have nice-sized cocks, but usually they got balls that are the size of ping pong balls, they slip and slide as they walk around in the nude. My balls are big, almost the size of tennis balls, well maybe a little smaller but the skin around them tight so they is well contoured. I've even been called "Cannon ball" by some who notice. I'm guess'in they is the gay dudes. I don't have no problem with them, they tip good, even if they do squeeze my cock every once in a while, just to see how it's a hang'n.

I guess I ain't too inexperienced with sex . In Texas we start out smooch'in with 1st cousins, but that don't go too far. There is I've heard some folks who are a mess'in with their sisters, but I wouldn't go for that. There is several events I wanna tell ya bout. The first time I got the chance ta' get some real pussy, I was work'n for Mr. Bentley, an older gent. He was a vet of one a them Asian wars, and he walked with a limp. Always wore a US Army hat to "keep my bald spot outta da sun," he'd say, while puffin on one of the Bull Durham cigarettes he'd roll himself.

Back then I was just outta high school, and I was driving an old yellow jeep. I guess that's why Mr. Bently called me "Yella." I didn't really like that name, but he paid me a fair price for day work, and all had to do was spruce up the place, clean the barn, bring in the chicken eggs and clean out the pool out back and of course help his woman carry in the groceries.

One day he took me aside and said,

"Yella, my prostate is shot to hell, can't fuck no more, Merrybell's birthday is coming up. I know she loves to get fucked. If you could stand in for me I'd be happy to make it worth your while."

He had to repeat himself a few times before I was sure of what he had in mind. Seems he'd taken a peek when I was pissing and he liked what he saw. What the hell, anything to help an old vet. The missus was probably 25 years younger than Mr. Bentley. A lot of vets married nurses who figured they'd collect down the road when the old guys passed on.

So he tells me,

"Brush yo teeth and wash real good that big dick a' yours and show up about 9 o'clock tomorra' morn'in."

So I does what he says and next morning I'm a knock'in at the door. Old man Bentley comes out and puts his arm around my shoulder and walks me upstairs to the bedroom. I knew Mrs. Bentley must'a been in there cause I could smell that female shampoo and perfume.

Bentley walks me in, and I see the wife, she's in a red bathrobe with big red roses outlined in white and piped across her chest. She looked pretty good to me. Her tits looked real big, even under that robe. I'd checked her out a few time while following her into the house carrying her purchases and watching her big ass in those tight white shorts and her titties a shaken in a halter she had tied with a big knot in the back.

Old man Bentley, he introduces me,

"This here is Yella, Merrybell,"

"Goldie" I correct him real quiet like,

"Ok, yeah, Goldie. He's my birthday present to you. He doesn't know much, but I think he'll perform real good for ya if you take him in hand."

And with that he pushes me to the center of the bedroom, and then takes two step backwards, slamming the door and leaving the two of us alone.

"Goldie is it," says Mrs. Bentley. "You ever fucked a woman?"

She come right to the point.

"No mam, but I got lot's a times with my kissin cousin Renata and I'm always real wet after rubb'in my dick against her cooch."

She chuckles at that and drops the robe on the floor, and she's a standing there buck naked. The misses comes closer, unbuckles my belt, unsnaps my jeans and in one motion unzips my fly right to the bottom. She reaches in and pulls out my cock, which is swelled up, and look'in forward to meeting her.

"How often you touch that thing," she points at my cock which is getting bigger."

I'm embarrassed and don't get to answer before she grabs my cock and says again,

'I just asked you, how often you masturbate, jerk off?"

"I know what ya mean. Uh, but that's kind'a personal Mrs. Bentley," with that she squeezes hard on my cock root and I get the message clear and pipe up,

"Once, twice a day, sometimes more."

"Well you better be up to a three timer, son, cause I aim to drain your balls to the reserve tank."

I standing there half undressed, my dick waving in the breeze and she says,

"My God boy, you got a golden dick, what the hell, I never seen one like that. And them balls hanging there look like the rear wheels of a tractor."

Then she says,

"Is that dick real or are you playing a joke here?"

I nod, yes, and mumble, "It is real."

"Well we gonna find out right quick. Take off your britches, Goldie, right now."

I drop my cloths in a pile, on top of my shoes and Sunday socks. I don't know what she's talk'in about, but she walks me across the room, grabs me by my dick, and pulls me like a hound dog on a leash. Then she plops herself down in a high chair at her makeup table.

She grabs a dollop of vasoline from the jar, swings the chair around face'in me, and rubs it on my stiff dick. I'm standing up in front of her when she pulls me towards her and throws her long white legs around my ass and my dick rides right into her wide open coochy, which I get a quick look at. I can see it ain't got no hair at all, like them centerfold models I seen at the barber shop, and presto, I'm fucking Mrs. Bentley.

I start to sweat a little around the temples and my cock starts vibrating and I realize I'm about to pop my milkshake even before we begun. I guess she sees it in my eyes cause she reaches out with her cold hand and long fingernails and believe me, when she grabs me tight by the balls, that stops everything. She looks at me kindly and says,

"There ain't no rush Honey, you take your time, I'll tell ya when to shoot your load."

I slow down a bit, and start and stop a few times, then I begin to feel that telltale tightness in my balls, and by now I realize by the big clock chiming the quarter hour, that I been a fuck'en this white lady for a good 15 minutes.

"Mam, I don't think I can hold it much longer,"

She grabs me again tight by the balls and pulls me out of her cooch and jams my cock right in her mouth, hell half way down her throat, she let's go a' my ball sack and grabs me by the ass with both hands and as her finger parts my ass cheeks, she pops a finger in my ass hole.

I let go with a volley of cum squirts that just kept cummin on. Mrs. Bentley, she's trying to swallow, but there is so much of it, the cum load is running down her full plump red lips and onto her good sized titties. Finally she gasps and swallows and squeezes my ball sack so tight, while she slurps up the overflow. By then my dick relaxes a po'.

We stay like that for a while and she finally lets go a my ass and tells me to go lay down on her bed. She takes out a brown long cigarillo and lights it, offered me a puff but I don't smoke so I shakes my head. She comes over eventually and with a white washcloth, she tidies up my dick. Then she dries it off and starts a play'n with it once again till it's high and mighty.

Then she climbs over me and sits down real slow while she inserts my dick head real deep into her cooch. Next thing I know she's doing some kind a dance up and down and my cock is enjoying every move she takes. I reach up to hold onto her big titties, puckering up the nips just like I done with my cuz. The window is open and I can see the old hemlock tree out in the yard, some old dog is barking and the crows are caw cawing and she's still going at it when I feel the urge is coming on to me again, and I say, "I about there," and she just slaps me hard in the face,

"Not yet sonny," and she continues humping up and down. After a few minutes she lets out a loud moan and shouts,

"Now, go for it!"

I'm so startled I let go and my dick just spits up a long ropy shot and she clamps her cunt muscles on me so I'm not going anywhere, and she shouts out,

"Yahoo- it's my birthday,"

I'm a bit in fear, and I say,

"Happy Birthday Mam," and our eyes lock and she says,

"You know it Samson!"

And I don't say a word but it passes through my head that Samson used to work for Mr. Bentley until he went into the army. Finally she raises off my red swollen cock that sort a plops down in a semi-erect resting position. and she cooly swings herself off like she's dismounting a horse, and pivots off the bed landing on her two feet. I thought that was kind neat.

"Samy, you just rest that thing a little and I'll be right back."

She excuses herself and runs into the bathroom.

I'm be'n so relaxed I do believe I done falled asleep for a while, then I feel someone nudging me and I wake up a bit, having forgotten exactly where I was but it comes back to me. Mrs. Bentley, naked as a jaybird, pulls me up with one hand and holding what she says is a "sniff of french cognac" towards my mouth.

I smell the sweet caramel odor, but I mutter,

"I don't drink Mam."

"Yes you do now," she says and she pours a good dose of that sweet stuff right down my throat. It burns a bit but I feel real warm inside. The misses pulls me off the bed and gets down on all fours on that bear skin rug and motions me to get up behind her. She places my hands on her titties and as I start squeezing them I getting excited and my cock comes to life.

I figure I'm a go'in to fuck her pussy again but she reaches behind and says,

"Not there," and guides my dick a little higher into another sweet spot that I realize is not her cunt but probably her ass hole, it's all lubed up, and it's a lot tighter than her coochie. I'm squeez'in her titties, pulling on her nipples and it's taking me a longer time. I'm guess'n that's why we are doing this butt stuff last, cause she's one woman who likes to be fucked for the longest time.

She's a moan'n and mumbl'n and say'n stuff under her breath and then I get that "about to shoot feeling" and she says loud and clear,

"Samson, fire at will," and I'm wondering who Will is, but that thought goes out the door as my dick gets clamped on tight by her ass muscles which are now a vibrating like some exercise machine. I press on to give my worn-out cock a final go, I feel myself shoot about four or five good squirts and that's all she wrote.

I fall backward and the missus frees herself from my sticky wet drooling cock. By now she's all business and tells me to get dressed and get going like I was some hired hand cleaning the barn. All this after I'd fucked her three ways from Sunday.

So then she hands me a $20 bill and says,

"I usually figure one dollar an inch, but seeing you've got such a beautiful golden penis, I'm giv'en ya $2 an inch" I takes the green bill, gives her a "Thank you mam," and she pushes me the bedroom door open, say'n "Get out.".

Doing so she nearly blinds Mr.Bentley who has been watching all the action through the skeleton keyhole. He gets up off his knees, rubbing his forehead which is starting to trickle a little blood, and escorts me down the stairs to the front door.

"Take off the rest of the day Yella," Mr. Bentley says, "you done earned it. There gonna be an extra bone-ass in yo pay envelope this week."

I wasn't sure what a "bone-ass" mean, I figured it had something to do with me a fucking Mrs. Bentley. I wander off on the way home and stop at the swimming hole where I take a quick nudie dip and my eyes begin to close, before falling asleep under the shade of at an old Musgrove tree. I look up at the moving clouds, there's two clouds that looks like two palm trees, but the wind folds one on the other and now it looks just like Mrs. Bentley's white hairless cooch.

My eyes begin to close and I'm off to dreamland as my cock starts to chub up a bit and I fell asleep dreaming of what had been.

"My God," I says to myself aloud, "it sure is good to be alive."

End of Part One