School Whiteboi
By Salomeee.
After breaking up with her latest boyfriend, she found herself in dire financial straits and accepted an Assistant Manager position at a textile plant in Sparrows Point. It was not an easy decision. We lived in Santa Monica, right across the country. Worse for me, I was in my last year of High School, but we couldn’t afford my private school anymore. This job was our best chance to make a decent living again.
The distance wasn’t the problem for me. Not even losing my friends, as I didn’t have so many anyway. The more challenging part was becoming one of the few white kids in a Public Baltimore School. Indeed, I was the only white Senior as far as I knew…
I never had a prejudice or anything like that, but I had never had much contact with African American people, and I was afraid of being bullied. Mostly because I had been what Mom called a “late-bloomer”; skinny and 5.2ft at 18, while most guys in my classes were way above 6 ft, bigger and more solid than my previous classmates, who were mostly older, making me feel even tinier.
The first couple of weeks confirmed my worries were spot on. I suffered from bumps, laughs, and bad jokes, and I strived to become invisible, which was hard here because of my pale skin. Part of avoiding attention was keeping quiet in boring classes after coming from a much harder, stricter private school.
Jayden and Malik, two of the guys in my Math class, noticed I was way ahead of the rest.
Jayden got close to me and said, “Oh, you a math genius? Bet. You ’bout to start doin’ all our homework now,” with that deep voice that didn’t match their 19 years.
They were both massive, with rugged looks. They didn’t even need to threaten me. They just told me to do it and turned around without waiting for an answer.
I carefully took notes on the professor’s assignment, and the next day, as they intercepted me near the door, I produced their homework. “Here it is. I… left a couple of small errors, to avoid your grades jumping too suddenly.” I feared they might be offended by that, but they simply took the papers and left.
A few hours later, they came smiling through the corridor. “Yo, you a real one. We got that B+. The teacher wasn’t expecting it, but we said you had been helping us out. She was like, ‘Aight, bet.'”
The deal ultimately worked great for me! My recurring services meant they often spoke with me and even called me to sit with them over lunch to deliver and explain their assignments. That pushed up my School status a notch—enough for most other people to stop harassing me.
Over time, I discovered they were legit. They were pretty funny, and their gangsta style was something to survive in this city. As we started hanging out, I tried to dress a bit more like them, but they mostly laughed and told me it was better for me to keep looking like a younger boy to avoid trouble.
Two months later, it happened. “Yo, whiteboi, bring them papers to my crib, for real. We can’t keep bullshittin’ teacher ’bout this work!” And so I started going to Malik’s house to deliver my work, mentor them for about 10 minutes, and then the three of us would spend the rest of the time just doing nothing, playing cards, or smoking an occasional joint. It was good to have somewhere to be, as Mom always worked long extra hours to bring more money. I was trying to be good and spend as little as possible.
Malik’s bedroom was a retrofitted basement he had claimed for himself to have some privacy, as their fathers shared the old two-room apartment above with his two younger brothers. It was a cool place, despite its shady and dilapidated appearance. We could get in and out by the front stairs, and over time, I considered it “our” place, where nobody cared about us.
“Y’all see what I got?! We ’bout to have fun today!” Said J one afternoon. He had what looked like a blank DVD. He put it into the player attached to Malik’s old TV set, grinning. We watched intently as the movie started, and of course, it was porn. Big and bright as they looked, both J and Malik had little sex experience.
We used to talk about girls and how they would get them in bed, but at least on this, we were on equal footing: three virgins eager to change that. They had dated and made out with some babes, at least. I hadn’t even kissed a girl yet.
As expected, the actors were all black, and while I had seen some porn before in dirty magazines, this looked pretty different. The guy in the first scene had the most enormous cock I had ever seen. I was about to say something, but the guys were so concentrated looking at the lady slowly dancing in red lingerie that I decided it was silly of me to pay attention to the man.
The woman has huge breasts and a big bum, and while it was not my taste, I knew she was very sexy for Baltimore standards. She looked pretty intimidating to me. Like most black girls at school, she was heavier than I was. I had a funny thought about dying by suffocation, trying to get intimate with her.
After the slow sexy dance, she crawled over the bed towards the man’s groin, and soon she started licking his cock, which grew even bigger! Was it fake? It was too real to be… and I felt something warm up inside my pants.
I glanced over the other guys and noticed their hands over their crotches, surely feeling excited as I did. It should be good to be sucked that way… and to have such a dick! As she increased the pace and the noise, we all three grew more silent and glued to the screen. The guy on the bed grabbed her head, locking his fingers on her curls, and started bobbing her mouth up and down around his giant pole, controlling her, spit gushing around when he made her choke by engulfing half his cock.
My hard-on was making me feel uncomfortable, and while I moved on my seat trying to accommodate, I noticed that J and Malik had taken theirs out of their pants and were slowly jerking… but…
Then I realized it. They were as big, or maybe bigger, than the man in the movie! I knew I was a bit small in that department, part of that damned “late blooming”. And I thought pornstars were supposed to pack big, but my classmates here were bigger than everything I’ve seen. Were they special? Did they know about this?
Suddenly, Malik turned to me: “Bruh, picture Mrs. Ralston tryna give you a blowjob like this!” She was our Math teacher, and she was the hottest professor. The guys used to joke with me that I excelled at Math, trying to score on her.
I tried to reply, but I stuttered incoherently, and they laughed, then turned back to the TV screen. “Take your willy out, Kyle, or you’re gonna shit them pants,” he told me, throwing a paper napkin to me.
I noticed they had some at hand. They were prepared to unload their nut on them. I have done this many times in my room or my bathroom, but never in front of someone else… To Hell! They were my friends, and I couldn’t stand my hard-on anymore, so I fumbled with my belt and zipper, and I took it out, too.
I started rubbing my dick with my thumb and index finger, as usual, and then I noticed the guys needed their whole hand to jerk their cocks! I felt so inadequate! My prick looked harder than ever felt, and even so… I felt painfully small.
Focusing on the movie, I tried to stop worrying. The blowjob stopped as the guy gently rolled the girl over the bed, pushing her up the pillows, and then placed himself between her legs and started licking her pussy. J and Malik groaned and commented, “Damn, them pussy lips look like they taste like honey…” They were hooked, but it didn’t work for me, and my dick slowly softened. What was wrong with me? I thought that maybe I had some racial bias after all, and black girls were not my thing…
I rubbed harder and concentrated, trying to imagine licking a white girl instead, but I could feel my thing shrinking on my fingers. The guys, instead, were heavily aroused, slowly jerking their huge cocks, controlling the pace to last longer. They were massive. And they seemed to be circumcised. That was another difference. Maybe I was so small because of that? I had to get it completely hard for my cock-head to uncover, but theirs seemed so tight and inflated…
Damn! I noticed that I was getting hard again, but… Had it happened by watching their cocks? I focused on the screen again, ashamed, as the scene evolved with the guy moving above the girl and starting to fuck her missionary style. She moaned, and the camera got closer to her face, showing her beautiful, pouty lips parting as she whimpered in desire.
She was a truly black beauty, but even so, I felt my dick softening again… I started to fear there was something wrong with me. I looked at the guys, and as I saw them jerking their erect cocks, I noticed the warmth back in my groin and my dick getting stiffer. Oh, damn! I stopped rubbing myself and focused again on the screen, no matter what…
The couple turned again on their bed, and the guy started fucking her doggy style, which somehow worked better for me, and I got at least hard enough to rub myself. “There,” I thought, “It was just the camera angle!” And I enjoyed for good how the guy was pounding her from behind with his thick tool… The camera moved to shoot her face again, the frame including her big boobs jiggling back and forth.
Now, this didn’t work for me either, and I softened once again. I sighed, disappointed, and kept my molten penis in my fingers without further rubbing, hoping they didn’t notice.
Before I got bored, the guy started groaning and pushed the girl forward. Taking his cue, she turned around and got her face close to him, who began jerking off his massive and slimy pole. She opened her mouth wide, waiting.
Oh, man! This did it for me, and I started to harden quite well when the man yelled off-screen, and his cock blasted a massive amount of cum over her face. Jayden and Malik also groaned, and Malik even said aloud, “Jeez! What a nasty bitch! I almost came, too, bruh!” J chukled and told him to wait for the other half of the movie, pushing him with his shoulder. Malik stumbled out of his bunk and had to stand up to avoid falling, while the screen was fading to black on the girl’s cum-covered face.
Malik took the chance to go to the end of the room to grab an old folding beach chair. He opened it and set it between my chair and the bed where J was spread. While he went back and forth, I noticed his still hard cock swinging free between his legs, or I might say “in front”, as it pointed upwards! In that split moment, I noticed that beyond the massive difference in length and girth, mine had always pointed downwards when hard. I felt utterly inappropriate again, and my hand kept covering my little piece. He placed his chair at the best viewing angle and, distracted, told me to come forward, blocking me.
I blushed and moved, but the only possible place left me in the middle, feeling exposed.
The funky music started again, and another girl appeared on the screen. This time, it was a white, petite girl, and I liked her a lot more. I relaxed in my chair, feeling she was more my type, and I would enjoy this one better.
She made the standard sexy dance-like moves while getting her bikini off. She was cute, and her tits were small, but he had a nice body. “Ayo, Kyle! Look at shawty – she could be yo sistah!” Said J, and they both laughed. Somewhat embarrassed, I laughed nervously, too. The joke had been anticlimactic enough to ruin my arousal. But the guys were hooked with her lithe body, and slowly restarted massaging their stiff cocks.
Enter the male pornstar. Another massive black man. Bald, really dark, with biceps like logs, and of course, a huge semi-erect cock. The girl seductively knelt before him and started kissing and licking his growing maleness.
I was getting hard again, watching her sucking this delicious cock… Holy shit! I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was more hooked on the cock than the girl. Indeed, I was thrilled by how her lips pressed and caressed the veiny, dark skin of his shaft, eagerly milking him. My dick was pretty stiff, but I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, I was touching my lips in a nervous gesture, while my sight bounced from the cock on the screen to the boys’ cocks, growing in their hands, their heads oozing clear fluids.
I should have been intently looking at J’s cock for a while, because I distantly noticed him stop rubbing, and then I heard him, “Yo, Mailk! Why this creep ass faggot eyeballin’ us? Screen that way, my G!”
I blushed and looked up at their faces. I took my index finger off my mouth, embarrassed. “I… I don’t… I was just…” I hesitated, but Malik stretched his hand, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me off my chair to the floor in front of him.
“You like it so much, faggot, better suck on it!” He commanded. I was on my knees, with my face just a few inches from his hard cock. I babbled that it was a mistake, but my eyes kept looking back and forth from his face to his cock, and then his hand grabbed my neck and smashed my face on his groin.
“Watch how shawty move in this flick–take notes, fag!” He told me, and in an instant, the musky smell and the feeling of his hot skin on my cheek were enough to make me open my mouth, and then his cock was right between my lips, and I tasted it for the first time.
“Jeez, man!” I heard a disgusted J. “This gay, yo! How can?”
“Whiteboi here’s gay, bruh,” Malik said, while his hand forced my mouth lower on his cock. I don’t remember much of what they said after that, because I started slurping and tasting him, discovering an incredibly intense sensation.
I sucked the spongy head of his cock while the male scent captivated all my senses. My tongue was learning every fold and vein near the tip of his wonderful cock, and while I knew my situation was dangerous and embarrassing, I felt more excited than ever in my life.
At some point, I realized his hand wasn’t forcing me anymore, but I was still bobbing my lips on his shaft, my tongue still savouring his round head. Instinctively, I started to recognize a pattern in how he reacted when I sipped or licked every part, eager to please him.
I distantly recall their discussion. Was it right or not to let me suck him? That stopped once Malik started moaning and telling me what a good bitch I was. I felt proud and focused. My small right hand reached his shaft, but I couldn’t fully wrap its fingers around it. It was so big and hot. I enjoyed the touch of his pulsating flesh while I softly rubbed him up and down. Eagerly sucking the tip.
The tension decreased as J noticed my tiny dick poking out between my legs, and they started to laugh: “Lil snowflake looks like he shrank in the wash! Nah, we’re not the same!” They mocked my lack of masculinity, and this seemed to be a decent excuse to treat me like a girl, pushing themselves away from “gay”.
“She’s such a cocksucka! ‘Bout to bust my nut! You GOTTA try this mouf!” He offered, and next thing, he pulled my hair back, my mouth making a PLOP sound, leaving his cock. I looked up in a daze, and I saw Jayden looking at me from a few inches away, his big cock pointing at me with a syrupy drop of precum at the tip.
I crawled a couple of steps, and my mouth went right to kiss the cock head and slurp this exquisite drop. It tasted so good! But I didn’t have time to savour it because his hand was already pushing me down on his pole. And I started sucking without hesitation this time. This was amazing! His cock seemed longer than Malik’s but thinner, and bent upward, with the cock bulb pulsing bigger at the top. It was different, and yet both turned me on so much…
While I was sucking J and imprinting his distinct smell in my memory, Malik was jerking himself, close. “Is whiteboi worth a girl or nah?” He asked his friend, who groaned, “Yeah…” And pushed my head with his beefy hand. His cock went deeper in my mouth. I gagged and started jerking him, so my hand also acted as a stop to how much his dark enormity could go.
I lost track of time under the unbelievable sensation. My arousal overcame any prejudice and caution.
Malik breathed heavily, pulled my arm, and switched me back to suck him. As soon as I got him in my mouth, I knew he was close. Instead of posing any contempt, I milked him harder, eagerly looking forward to tasting his semen. His pulse accelerated; he moaned and clasped his strong fingers over my head, and then I felt a first burst of cum in my mouth.
Oh, it was so hot, sticky, salty, tasty!
But the second shot was larger, filling the tight space left by his cock in my mouth. Then another blast, while he pumped forward and got deeper inside. I couldn’t hold it all, and streams of cum dripped off the sides of my lips, even while I tried to swallow. He kept cumming in my mouth and ordering me to swallow. I did it, but the overflow messed my hands, his groin, and balls.
When he stopped, exhaled, and relaxed, I kept sucking his still hard cock, desperately trying to extract every last drop of his delicious cream. Once I had drained him, I started cleaning the mess around with my tongue.
“Oh hell nah, this girl’s certified slut! Look at her go!” He told J. Then to me, “Say lil mama… LOVE them black dick?” I blushed, looking at his smile from my submissive position. I sat back on my heels, his cock still in my hands, and with the strangest mix of embarrassment and devotion, I nodded.
Jayden roughly pulled me to him, “I know you got them moves, faggot! Gimme that mouf to ma dick!” I stumbled between his open legs and started sucking him with renewed energy. I had just swallowed the whole load of one of my friends, and here I was: craving for another!
Sucking and jerking him anxiously, I soon recognized the stiffness, the heavy breathing, and then the globs of sperm filling my mouth. I managed to keep only the tip in my mouth, leaving enough room to catch every gush of male juice, and I could swallow with less dripping around.
I sucked him dry and cleaned, but once he came back to his senses, he just pushed me hard to the floor and stood up, pulling his trousers up and buckling his belt again. I sat straight on the floor and saw that Malik was already fully dressed again and had turned off the movie.
“Yo, bitch!” He yelled at me. “Take ya dusty ass down the road, for real!”
I felt my eyes sting and tears coming. Shakily standing up, I zipped my pants, grabbed my backpack, and flew away from the basement. On the street, I started running home, crying. What had I done?
*****
I arrived home, and Mom was not there, as usual. I went to my bed and cried out, confused. I still noticed the strong taste of cum in my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but as I started remembering it all, I felt humiliated and horny at the same time. I jerked myself off to a needed release, cumming into the toilet. Finally, I felt truly ashamed of myself. “How could I..?”
I needed to move on. I quickly fixed dinner, and Mom arrived just in time to eat together. Her mind was elsewhere, but she mechanically asked, “How was your day, honey?”
“Nothing new,” I muttered, looking down at my dish. Mom was always absent-minded, but she was a great mother anyway. She worked her ass off, doing double shifts to support us and be sure I could focus on studying. She was messy at home, but this was my part of the deal. Breakfast and dinner, laundry, and grocery shopping were my duties. But it was not much, compared to her job.
Thus, she didn’t notice I was gloomier than usual. After washing the dishes, I went straight to my room and tried to sleep. It wasn’t easy, and I had the urge to masturbate, thinking about the guys’ cocks. After unloading my pinch of cum in a dirty sock, I was able to doze off.
Waking up the next morning, I hesitated about going to school. I knew I had to do it sooner or later. And surely they wouldn’t tell anyone else because they wouldn’t admit another boy blew them… Right?
My fears of being wrong dissipated when I saw them at the other end of the main corridor. They just ignored me. In previous days, they have greeted me and let me get close, even bumped my fist. They were being friendly to me. Not that day. They went on with their business. I felt relieved.
We didn’t have any classes together, and at lunch I slipped back into my “stealth mode” at a corner table, away from anyone. They sat at their usual place with the other guys, looking the same.
I finished and went to my locker when Malik whistled at me in the corridor. I looked back, and he pointed toward the restrooms, then went inside. I gulped down, fearful, but went after him.
Luckily (or maybe not), it was empty. Malik opened the last stall and signaled me to get in. I was trembling, afraid of a beating, but I couldn’t confront him. He closed the door and made me sit on the toilet, then unzipped his pants and got his cock out, already stiffening to its full magnificence. I looked up at him, appalled.
“Bitch, hop to it and handle yo business!”
I took it in my hand, pushed its foreskin back, and started kissing the tip.
Oh, My! It was so amazing! I had dreamt of his cock, even as my acts repulsed me. Now, with his cock in my mouth, I was fully aware I loved this. I started sucking him, and I felt my little erection straining on my jeans.
The feeling of his strong fingers rubbing my hair and pressing gently as he pumped his cock in my mouth was incredible. I realized how different it was to suck him when he was standing, as his hips rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth while I mostly stood in the same place, fixed by his grip.
He was now fully hard, stretching my lips and letting my tongue feel the powerful veins on his shaft. When I tried to grab his cock and jerk him, he slapped my hand away. He was in total command. I held to his left hip while I tentatively dragged my fingers on his solid stomach, so compact and fit, so different from my soft belly.
His rhythm increased, and he started to push more of his cock inside me. I gagged for the first time. I tried to stop him to no avail. Instead, he told me to go slowly and go deeper, while he kept pushing. I kept choking, but he went on. After the first scary minute, I got the hang of it, and I could get him up my throat. And that was just half his length! My gag reflex was still kicking, but I endured it while realizing how horny it made me feel, and how my underwear felt increasingly wet with my precum.
Still, I knew this suffocation could end badly. I milked him harder with my lips, moving my tongue through his underside, and that did the trick. He started pumping faster, and soon I felt him tense and groan, and I got my prize. I swallowed each shot right away, avoiding a mess. I kept in my mouth just the last of his load to taste it while I sucked him clean.
I licked it all until he softened. Then he put it inside his pants and zipped them up. Looking at my face, he held my chin. “Like this shit or what, bitch?” I nodded. “Legit. You ma bitch now, yeah?” I nodded again, smiling and happy. Then he left, leaving me there, sitting in the toilet, savoring the remnants of his sperm.
***
After school, Malik told me to go home with them, and I nodded, a bit scared but excited, too. Jayden didn’t seem so thrilled, though. They walked and talked, and I went a few steps behind, as usual.
When we arrived, I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood on a corner. J dropped to the bunk (used as both a sofa and Malik’s bed), and Malik put the same DVD on again and skipped just to the second scene with the white girl. Then he unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans, sat, and called me.
I hurried to him and knelt between his legs, but he stopped me and told me to take my jacket first. I laughed nervously and dropped it. He told me to take off my t-shirt, too. I felt shy, but I did it. He watched the girl dance on the screen.
He didn’t say anything else, but I just knelt again in front of him, grabbed his semi-hard cock, and started rubbing and licking it. J looked at us, uneasy, and then focused on the movie.
I got him hard with a few strokes, and this time he let me play with his cock for a while, licking it from tip to balls, kissing it, licking and slightly nibbling it, and enjoying its pungent scent, which I craved. When I started sucking, he pushed me a bit to the side and pointed to the screen, letting me watch the movie. I started following what the girl did, and he liked that. “That’s good, bitch,” he said, petting my hair. I loved that and enjoyed sucking him and feeling appreciated.
The scene changed, and the couple on screen started fucking, and I felt weird but kept sucking him. Malik took my head then and started moving it up and down, fucking my mouth at the pace he wanted, again slowly tasting the limits of my gag reflex.
I almost lost consciousness of my surroundings as I focused on not throwing up or asphyxiating, but when I choked and coughed hard, he let me back a bit to breathe and told J, who was now hooked, looking at us. “See? I trained the bitch. And she’s a fine cocksucka, bro. Try’er!”
Hearing him treat me like a girl was crazy, but instead of being offensive, it sounded like a compliment. I couldn’t understand why.
J took courage, stood up, and walked to me. Before he said anything, I straightened on my knees and started sucking him. I realized that by now I could recognize their cocks in my mouth even without watching. Jayden’s long and thinner cock made me stretch my neck differently, as it pointed upward and forced me to suck from above. It was weird that my memory was getting filled by details about their cocks, their veins, the way their hands felt on my head, even the way they moved their hips and pumped my face…
While J grabbed my hair and got deeper into my mouth, I noticed Malik was behind me, fondling the back of my jeans. I could hardly pay attention with my mouth filled with cock, but he fumbled with my belt and zipper, and then he yanked my pants down. I hesitantly stretched my hands, searching for my trousers, but I received a slap and got them back to J’s legs.
I felt Malik’s finger wiggling through my ass crack and starting to roam my pucker. I panicked, but at the same time, J sped up his rhythm, getting harder to my throat, and I had to concentrate on not choking. A few seconds later, I felt Malik’s finger, now somehow wet, pressing again on my bumhole, and getting slowly inside my ass…
“Uh… Please… No… Please!” I begged him, somehow able to set my mouth off J’s cock. But he kept going, and J stuffed me again. Was I about to be… raped… by my friends?
His finger pushed more, and I could feel my ass resisting for a moment, and then it got inside, and he started moving it around. I was about to cry, but something strange started to happen, and while my eyes watered, I could feel my tiny dick getting stiffer, and I started sucking Jayden with desperation, in a mix of fear and hornyness…
Then it stopped. I could feel the finger slip out, leaving a strange sensation in my ass, and I heard Malik puffing, and then he put his finger close to my nose. I could smell the shitty odor, and I realized I was dirty down there. Pretty obvious.
“Bitch, you ain’t gettin’ fucked unless that asshole’s lickin’ shiny. Get right!” he said to me, loud enough for Jayden to hear, too.
I guess I might have blushed, but the whole situation drove my “feeder” to the point he slowed down and started unloading on my mouth, groaning. I reacted, milking him eagerly, feverishly wanting to get all his juice. I felt small and willing to be used, and while I tasted and swallowed his cum, I had the realization that I truly wanted to be fucked by them. Would I feel like the white girl in the video? I thought about feeling dominated like her. The thought of Malik enjoying my ass, making me moan, and genuinely being his girl was becoming more and more appealing to me.
J let me lick him clean, and once he started to get softer, he retired. Then Malik turned me around and offered his enormous cock. I tried to suck him, but he put a hand over my forehead and stopped me half an inch from it.
“Damn right you love black guns, right?” he asked, and I said yes, looking at him, pleading. “Ain’t this a nasty faggot, J?” he asked his friend. “Betcha this fag can get into a pretty nice slut with some work… Want to be my little slut and get this in your ass, baby?” he asked, and I blushed, but nodded, shyly.
“Ok, then. But I ain’t use no rubber, and I ain’t put my cock in a shitty hole! Learn to keep a nice smelling, clean butthole if ya want nigger dick in there,” he commanded, then pushed me off to the floor.
J left, and I thought I would have to go too, but Malik told me to undress completely while he rewound the tape to the white girl scene, then sat down on his bunk and pointed to the floor. I knelt in front of him. “Polish my knob with ya hand. No mouth, yet!” He wanted me to watch the movie while giving him a handjob.
I got horny watching the scene and his pulsating, dark cock in my pale, small hand. Soon, I started drooling, and I tried to lick him, but got a hair pull in response, and I stopped trying, although my yearning only increased.
This time I could watch the video longer, and realized that after fucking the girl’s pussy for some time, the guy put her on all fours and started fucking her ass! I noticed -and Malik too- my dick was soft but standing, and the tip was leaking. “You askin’ for it, uh?” he asked me, and I nodded again, jerking him harder. “Say it, bitch!” he commanded me.
I looked at him with watery eyes and I told him “I want you to fuck me… yes. I want you inside me…” and then I felt his cock throb in my hand and he grabbed my face and kept it a couple inches from his cock tip, letting me pump his cum to my open mouth, splashing also all over my face.
Only after the last shot did he let me suck him again, licking all the sperm I could. But he didn’t let me clean my face or chest. Instead, he made me leave after dressing right over the cum spots. I could only wash my face as I climbed the steps out of the basement. Not having anything else, I just grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and rubbed my face. Then I had to close my jacket to hide the wet spots. I smelled the cum all the way home, weirdly excited.
***
I ran to the bathroom to take a shower, not only to wash myself, but mainly to masturbate and release all the pent-up emotions in my chest. After cumming, and once I cooled down, I cried under the shower for some time, confused and trying to resolve how to get out of this.
But when I finally started rinsing my hair, I couldn’t resist letting a slippery finger into my ass, exploring. How could I clean myself inside there? It wasn’t supposed to be clean… But I remembered the girl in the movie. After getting fucked in the ass, the guy made her suck him again, and his huge cock wasn’t dirty at all. I can’t imagine her sucking her shit…
Thinking about this while my finger was exploring my bum felt weird. It wasn’t the same as Malik’s finger, but it didn’t feel bad either. I slipped two fingers, then three, trying to imagine how something as thick as his cock would be. My sudden shame gone, I kept exploring and got aroused, but my balls were already empty, and my dick stayed limp. I closed my eyes and dreamt of my friend’s cocks while fingering my pucker. I still could recall the distinct taste of each one’s cum, and I ended up kneeling on the shower floor, face down, ass up with my fingers inside, moaning… unti I heard Mom’s greeting from the kitchen!
I quickly stood up to finish my long shower. I smelled my fingers. They were not clean! Damn! I washed them four times, and they still smelled foul to me. But it was late, so I finally went out to prepare dinner.
We ate, exchanging small talk about our days. “Everything’s fine, Mom. Just an ordinary school day. No, no exams in sight. Yes, I already did my homework at… Malik’s. Yes, I did it thoroughly, believe me…” was all I had to explain.
Then I told her I only needed to do some research for Chemistry, so I needed to go to the Cyber Cafe a couple of blocks away for an hour or so. You may not remember, but that’s how you surfed the web in the early 2000s!
Once there, I paid for an hour and picked one of the computers in a dark corner, where people used to watch porn. I started my research: “anal sex cleaning”.
I could never have imagined the vast amount of information available about this topic! After reading several articles, I understood there were variants of the same process, called douching. It was all about cleaning the lower rectum with warm water, using any sort of enema.
It seemed weird and quite off-putting, but I decided I had to try a complete cleansing to be sure I had no accidents. I didn’t want to risk Malik getting mad at me.
I went back home, thinking about how to buy an enema kit, something I wasn’t confident about. When I arrived, Mom was already in bed. I went through the kitchen drawers. There it was! The good thing about being in charge of cooking was that I knew everything we had. I remembered a friend in Santa Monica who used to make cakes with me years ago, and I still had a plastic dessert decorating syringe. It had a few plastic nozzles, including a long one with a soft tip, all free of dents. I took the syringe pump and tried a few plastic bottles, and voilà! I found one with a fitting cap. I now had my makeshift enema!
With some body oil Mom kept in the bathroom, I lubed my asshole and started the process of douching myself.
Following the instructions I’ve found online, I did a few rounds. After the final discharge, I relaxed for a bit in bed, then went to the bathroom, and flushed more clear water from my ass. I was clean enough to lube my fingers and start pushing them in my ass, first a single one, then two, up to three, and I started pumping in and out, thinking of Malik’s cock, and how it would feel inside me.
I needed to jerk my dick, but it took me a while to get it hard. My mind was too busy thinking about their immense black cocks, fantasizing about my fingers being Malik’s, although my whole hand was smaller than his shaft. I jerked my soft dick furiously with two fingers, feeling tiny, and I finally came, trying to stifle my moans.
Less than a minute later, I felt immediately ashamed of myself and started cleaning up. My sense of duty overcame my shame, and I smelled my hand —the one that had just been buried into my bum— and it still mainly smelled like body oil. The absence of foul odors gave me the courage to lick my fingers. They tasted like soapy coconut. Just the lube. It worked!
With that strange mix of shame and pride, I finally got to bed, although it took me a while to be able to fall asleep. My head was spinning with images of Malik’s biceps, hands, his face, his cock… and the video’s scene, but with him and me as the stars.
*****
I arrived home, and Mom was not there, as usual. I went to my bed and cried out, confused. I still noticed the strong taste of cum in my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, but as I started remembering it all, I felt humiliated and horny at the same time. I jerked myself off to a needed release, cumming into the toilet. Finally, I felt truly ashamed of myself. “How could I..?”
I needed to move on. I quickly fixed dinner, and Mom arrived just in time to eat together. Her mind was elsewhere, but she mechanically asked, “How was your day, honey?”
“Nothing new,” I muttered, looking down at my dish. Mom was always absent-minded, but she was a great mother anyway. She worked her ass off, doing double shifts to support us and be sure I could focus on studying. She was messy at home, but this was my part of the deal. Breakfast and dinner, laundry, and grocery shopping were my duties. But it was not much, compared to her job.
Thus, she didn’t notice I was gloomier than usual. After washing the dishes, I went straight to my room and tried to sleep. It wasn’t easy, and I had the urge to masturbate, thinking about the guys’ cocks. After unloading my pinch of cum in a dirty sock, I was able to doze off.
Waking up the next morning, I hesitated about going to school. I knew I had to do it sooner or later. And surely they wouldn’t tell anyone else because they wouldn’t admit another boy blew them… Right?
My fears of being wrong dissipated when I saw them at the other end of the main corridor. They just ignored me. In previous days, they have greeted me and let me get close, even bumped my fist. They were being friendly to me. Not that day. They went on with their business. I felt relieved.
We didn’t have any classes together, and at lunch I slipped back into my “stealth mode” at a corner table, away from anyone. They sat at their usual place with the other guys, looking the same.
I finished and went to my locker when Malik whistled at me in the corridor. I looked back, and he pointed toward the restrooms, then went inside. I gulped down, fearful, but went after him.
Luckily (or maybe not), it was empty. Malik opened the last stall and signaled me to get in. I was trembling, afraid of a beating, but I couldn’t confront him. He closed the door and made me sit on the toilet, then unzipped his pants and got his cock out, already stiffening to its full magnificence. I looked up at him, appalled.
“Bitch, hop to it and handle yo business!”
I took it in my hand, pushed its foreskin back, and started kissing the tip.
Oh, My! It was so amazing! I had dreamt of his cock, even as my acts repulsed me. Now, with his cock in my mouth, I was fully aware I loved this. I started sucking him, and I felt my little erection straining on my jeans.
The feeling of his strong fingers rubbing my hair and pressing gently as he pumped his cock in my mouth was incredible. I realized how different it was to suck him when he was standing, as his hips rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth while I mostly stood in the same place, fixed by his grip.
He was now fully hard, stretching my lips and letting my tongue feel the powerful veins on his shaft. When I tried to grab his cock and jerk him, he slapped my hand away. He was in total command. I held to his left hip while I tentatively dragged my fingers on his solid stomach, so compact and fit, so different from my soft belly.
His rhythm increased, and he started to push more of his cock inside me. I gagged for the first time. I tried to stop him to no avail. Instead, he told me to go slowly and go deeper, while he kept pushing. I kept choking, but he went on. After the first scary minute, I got the hang of it, and I could get him up my throat. And that was just half his length! My gag reflex was still kicking, but I endured it while realizing how horny it made me feel, and how my underwear felt increasingly wet with my precum.
Still, I knew this suffocation could end badly. I milked him harder with my lips, moving my tongue through his underside, and that did the trick. He started pumping faster, and soon I felt him tense and groan, and I got my prize. I swallowed each shot right away, avoiding a mess. I kept in my mouth just the last of his load to taste it while I sucked him clean.
I licked it all until he softened. Then he put it inside his pants and zipped them up. Looking at my face, he held my chin. “Like this shit or what, bitch?” I nodded. “Legit. You ma bitch now, yeah?” I nodded again, smiling and happy. Then he left, leaving me there, sitting in the toilet, savoring the remnants of his sperm.
*****
After school, Malik told me to go home with them, and I nodded, a bit scared but excited, too. Jayden didn’t seem so thrilled, though. They walked and talked, and I went a few steps behind, as usual.
When we arrived, I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood on a corner. J dropped to the bunk (used as both a sofa and Malik’s bed), and Malik put the same DVD on again and skipped just to the second scene with the white girl. Then he unbuckled his belt, dropped his jeans, sat, and called me.
I hurried to him and knelt between his legs, but he stopped me and told me to take my jacket first. I laughed nervously and dropped it. He told me to take off my t-shirt, too. I felt shy, but I did it. He watched the girl dance on the screen.
He didn’t say anything else, but I just knelt again in front of him, grabbed his semi-hard cock, and started rubbing and licking it. J looked at us, uneasy, and then focused on the movie.
I got him hard with a few strokes, and this time he let me play with his cock for a while, licking it from tip to balls, kissing it, licking and slightly nibbling it, and enjoying its pungent scent, which I craved. When I started sucking, he pushed me a bit to the side and pointed to the screen, letting me watch the movie. I started following what the girl did, and he liked that. “That’s good, bitch,” he said, petting my hair. I loved that and enjoyed sucking him and feeling appreciated.
The scene changed, and the couple on screen started fucking, and I felt weird but kept sucking him. Malik took my head then and started moving it up and down, fucking my mouth at the pace he wanted, again slowly tasting the limits of my gag reflex.
I almost lost consciousness of my surroundings as I focused on not throwing up or asphyxiating, but when I choked and coughed hard, he let me back a bit to breathe and told J, who was now hooked, looking at us. “See? I trained the bitch. And she’s a fine cocksucka, bro. Try’er!”
Hearing him treat me like a girl was crazy, but instead of being offensive, it sounded like a compliment. I couldn’t understand why.
J took courage, stood up, and walked to me. Before he said anything, I straightened on my knees and started sucking him. I realized that by now I could recognize their cocks in my mouth even without watching. Jayden’s long and thinner cock made me stretch my neck differently, as it pointed upward and forced me to suck from above. It was weird that my memory was getting filled by details about their cocks, their veins, the way their hands felt on my head, even the way they moved their hips and pumped my face…
While J grabbed my hair and got deeper into my mouth, I noticed Malik was behind me, fondling the back of my jeans. I could hardly pay attention with my mouth filled with cock, but he fumbled with my belt and zipper, and then he yanked my pants down. I hesitantly stretched my hands, searching for my trousers, but I received a slap and got them back to J’s legs.
I felt Malik’s finger wiggling through my ass crack and starting to roam my pucker. I panicked, but at the same time, J sped up his rhythm, getting harder to my throat, and I had to concentrate on not choking. A few seconds later, I felt Malik’s finger, now somehow wet, pressing again on my bumhole, and getting slowly inside my ass…
“Uh… Please… No… Please!” I begged him, somehow able to set my mouth off J’s cock. But he kept going, and J stuffed me again. Was I about to be… raped… by my friends?
His finger pushed more, and I could feel my ass resisting for a moment, and then it got inside, and he started moving it around. I was about to cry, but something strange started to happen, and while my eyes watered, I could feel my tiny dick getting stiffer, and I started sucking Jayden with desperation, in a mix of fear and hornyness…
Then it stopped. I could feel the finger slip out, leaving a strange sensation in my ass, and I heard Malik puffing, and then he put his finger close to my nose. I could smell the shitty odor, and I realized I was dirty down there. Pretty obvious.
“Bitch, you ain’t gettin’ fucked unless that asshole’s lickin’ shiny. Get right!” he said to me, loud enough for Jayden to hear, too.
I guess I might have blushed, but the whole situation drove my “feeder” to the point he slowed down and started unloading on my mouth, groaning. I reacted, milking him eagerly, feverishly wanting to get all his juice. I felt small and willing to be used, and while I tasted and swallowed his cum, I had the realization that I truly wanted to be fucked by them. Would I feel like the white girl in the video? I thought about feeling dominated like her. The thought of Malik enjoying my ass, making me moan, and genuinely being his girl was becoming more and more appealing to me.
J let me lick him clean, and once he started to get softer, he retired. Then Malik turned me around and offered his enormous cock. I tried to suck him, but he put a hand over my forehead and stopped me half an inch from it.
“Damn right you love black guns, right?” he asked, and I said yes, looking at him, pleading. “Ain’t this a nasty faggot, J?” he asked his friend. “Betcha this fag can get into a pretty nice slut with some work… Want to be my little slut and get this in your ass, baby?” he asked, and I blushed, but nodded, shyly.
“Ok, then. But I ain’t use no rubber, and I ain’t put my cock in a shitty hole! Learn to keep a nice smelling, clean butthole if ya want nigger dick in there,” he commanded, then pushed me off to the floor.
J left, and I thought I would have to go too, but Malik told me to undress completely while he rewound the tape to the white girl scene, then sat down on his bunk and pointed to the floor. I knelt in front of him. “Polish my knob with ya hand. No mouth, yet!” He wanted me to watch the movie while giving him a handjob.
I got horny watching the scene and his pulsating, dark cock in my pale, small hand. Soon, I started drooling, and I tried to lick him, but got a hair pull in response, and I stopped trying, although my yearning only increased.
This time I could watch the video longer, and realized that after fucking the girl’s pussy for some time, the guy put her on all fours and started fucking her ass! I noticed -and Malik too- my dick was soft but standing, and the tip was leaking. “You askin’ for it, uh?” he asked me, and I nodded again, jerking him harder. “Say it, bitch!” he commanded me.
I looked at him with watery eyes and I told him “I want you to fuck me… yes. I want you inside me…” and then I felt his cock throb in my hand and he grabbed my face and kept it a couple inches from his cock tip, letting me pump his cum to my open mouth, splashing also all over my face.
Only after the last shot did he let me suck him again, licking all the sperm I could. But he didn’t let me clean my face or chest. Instead, he made me leave after dressing right over the cum spots. I could only wash my face as I climbed the steps out of the basement. Not having anything else, I just grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and rubbed my face. Then I had to close my jacket to hide the wet spots. I smelled the cum all the way home, weirdly excited.
*****
I ran to the bathroom to take a shower, not only to wash myself, but mainly to masturbate and release all the pent-up emotions in my chest. After cumming, and once I cooled down, I cried under the shower for some time, confused and trying to resolve how to get out of this.
But when I finally started rinsing my hair, I couldn’t resist letting a slippery finger into my ass, exploring. How could I clean myself inside there? It wasn’t supposed to be clean… But I remembered the girl in the movie. After getting fucked in the ass, the guy made her suck him again, and his huge cock wasn’t dirty at all. I can’t imagine her sucking her shit…
Thinking about this while my finger was exploring my bum felt weird. It wasn’t the same as Malik’s finger, but it didn’t feel bad either. I slipped two fingers, then three, trying to imagine how something as thick as his cock would be. My sudden shame gone, I kept exploring and got aroused, but my balls were already empty, and my dick stayed limp. I closed my eyes and dreamt of my friend’s cocks while fingering my pucker. I still could recall the distinct taste of each one’s cum, and I ended up kneeling on the shower floor, face down, ass up with my fingers inside, moaning… unti I heard Mom’s greeting from the kitchen!
I quickly stood up to finish my long shower. I smelled my fingers. They were not clean! Damn! I washed them four times, and they still smelled foul to me. But it was late, so I finally went out to prepare dinner.
We ate, exchanging small talk about our days. “Everything’s fine, Mom. Just an ordinary school day. No, no exams in sight. Yes, I already did my homework at… Malik’s. Yes, I did it thoroughly, believe me…” was all I had to explain.
Then I told her I only needed to do some research for Chemistry, so I needed to go to the Cyber Cafe a couple of blocks away for an hour or so. You may not remember, but that’s how you surfed the web in the early 2000s!
Once there, I paid for an hour and picked one of the computers in a dark corner, where people used to watch porn. I started my research: “anal sex cleaning”.
I could never have imagined the vast amount of information available about this topic! After reading several articles, I understood there were variants of the same process, called douching. It was all about cleaning the lower rectum with warm water, using any sort of enema.
It seemed weird and quite off-putting, but I decided I had to try a complete cleansing to be sure I had no accidents. I didn’t want to risk Malik getting mad at me.
I went back home, thinking about how to buy an enema kit, something I wasn’t confident about. When I arrived, Mom was already in bed. I went through the kitchen drawers. There it was! The good thing about being in charge of cooking was that I knew everything we had. I remembered a friend in Santa Monica who used to make cakes with me years ago, and I still had a plastic dessert decorating syringe. It had a few plastic nozzles, including a long one with a soft tip, all free of dents. I took the syringe pump and tried a few plastic bottles, and voilà! I found one with a fitting cap. I now had my makeshift enema!
With some body oil Mom kept in the bathroom, I lubed my asshole and started the process of douching myself.
Following the instructions I’ve found online, I did a few rounds. After the final discharge, I relaxed for a bit in bed, then went to the bathroom, and flushed more clear water from my ass. I was clean enough to lube my fingers and start pushing them in my ass, first a single one, then two, up to three, and I started pumping in and out, thinking of Malik’s cock, and how it would feel inside me.
I needed to jerk my dick, but it took me a while to get it hard. My mind was too busy thinking about their immense black cocks, fantasizing about my fingers being Malik’s, although my whole hand was smaller than his shaft. I jerked my soft dick furiously with two fingers, feeling tiny, and I finally came, trying to stifle my moans.
Less than a minute later, I felt immediately ashamed of myself and started cleaning up. My sense of duty overcame my shame, and I smelled my hand —the one that had just been buried into my bum— and it still mainly smelled like body oil. The absence of foul odors gave me the courage to lick my fingers. They tasted like soapy coconut. Just the lube. It worked!
With that strange mix of shame and pride, I finally got to bed, although it took me a while to be able to fall asleep. My head was spinning with images of Malik’s biceps, hands, his face, his cock… and the video’s scene, but with him and me as the stars.
To Be Continued…?
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