Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between adult teenage boys and men. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Black and White for 'Freeplay'
Black and White for 'Freeplay'
Keith was a little tentative, as he followed his school pal, Jerrimiah up the steps of the red brick house in their modest neighborhood. Keith lived a few blocks over, but had never been to Jerry's before.
It was a stuffy day, perhaps even sultry, made worse by the closeness of the city buildings and all the concrete. Everything was made even more cramped in a city area. There were some trees and grass spots here and there. Baseball was relegated to the streets and stickball (broom handle) bats and rubber balls.
As the boys entered the foyer, Jerry kicked off his sneaks, so Keith followed suit. Keith got a quick tour of the special attractions...bathroom, TV....and of course, fridgerator, from which he pulled two sodas for them.
A quick run upstairs, Keith followed Jerry, and sat on his bed while Jerry changed to some grungy cutoffs and a Knicks tee shirt. Not clear whether Keith paid attention to what was rustling the fabric of Jerry's boxers while he changed. He's seen it before of course...gym, showers, the pool. Jerry was one hung dude. Uncircumsized. One hefty hanger there.
Keith was white, dark brown hair, green eyes, and about 5' 9", 160 lbs...high school senior as was Jerry. Jer was already a six footer, and 180 lbs of solid, sinewy black stud. He wore his hair close cropped, and feet to match that donkey dong of his.
Changed, Jer held out a hand to Keith who gripped it and was pulled up as they hit the stairs and the den. They figured they'd catch some sports highlights from last night, and maybe get up a stickball game later. It was early Saturday morning, and they had planned to have the whole day together.
Swarming into the den with more noise and commotion than should be made by only two guys, they plopped on the couch on both sides of Jerry's dad. This dude was one bigg'un'.
Keith's eyes tried to take him all in, as he sat back and looked him up and down. His bare feet had to be13's. Fuckin' huge. His legs and arms looked like tree trunks. He had the coolest smile and way about him. Here he was in front of his son's friend for the first time, sprawled out on his couch barefoot, in white boxers and tee.
'S'ere's Keith Pop," Jer said. "We been friends a long time....since freshmen, I think, right Keith?"
Keith nodded, and said, "Yeh, freshman year Mr. Sackett," smiling and offering a smaller, much smaller hand to the meathook that was Mr. Sackett's. A firm shake and shared smiles, he asked what the boys' plans were, to which they answered, "Hangin' out," in unison.
Hackett laughed this big guffaw, "You damn kids..." slapped and held both their knees, squeezing, and said, "Git the remote thing there, 'Myah.'" 'Myah' got up and got the remote but kept it and changed what his dad was watching to some sports channel.
He then flipped it on the couch next to Sackett and went out to the bathroom.
Keith realized he put his soda out of reach when he came into the room and got up to get it. As he came back to the couch, Sackett had sat up to the edge of his seat, and spread his giant legs wide. He reached for Keith and pulled him front and center by his forearm. It felt like those fingers wrapped round his arm twice.
Sackett looked at Keith from sock feet to his freckled face, and asked, "You must be swimmin' on the team with Myah, yeh, boy?"
"Yessir, I am."
"You needn't call me sir, boy...or 'Mr. Hackett.' You call me Dock, like mah friends do, 'kay?"
"Yessi...uh, right, Dock, thanks."
Dock's big right hand scrootched up between the legs of Keith's jeans and he squeezed up the meaty teen morsels therein, with Keith, "Nnnnnghhh, uh Mr. Sac..uh, Dock...sir.....whut....?"
"You look like one healthy dude, boy," his other hand now pressing the heel of his palm to his belly and up his chest to finger squeeze at his neck.
Keith sorta grunted, a "Yessir....me and Jer...uh, Myah, we work out some at school."
"Ah kin see thet boy...I kin sho' see thet," he said, now mashing both giant paws around Keith's ass cheeks. As his left hand came 'round front and pulled the kid's tee out his pants, he slid a hand up under and tweaked him boy titty muscle. At first, Keith just sort of leaned to the side being pinched, and slightly bent that knee. When the giant fingers squeezed the other nipple, Keith wailed, "Ohowowow!" and sank to almost his knees. In a state of confusion, frenzy, pain.....and something else, Keith felt himself being raised from between his legs, his nipple still in that steely, though less tight grip.
"Ahhhuhahhhhh," Keith exhaled, at the semi-release, and he heard Dock ask, "Did Myah tell you we freeplay boy, here at Sackett house?"
Keith, near breathless, opened his mouth but his lips just quivered while he shook his head, 'No.'
"Well we do...and we have good fun...our family is free with our bodies, and enjoy each other....and our friends. I think you'd be a good addition to our little family, boy, and judging from your shit-eating smile and body language, I'd say you ready."
Keith didn't understand a thing Dock said, and that 'smile' was a cringing, teeth-clenched, scrunched up face for having to endure the constant pain he felt growing in his balls and his right nipple.
Dock released the boy tit, and that hand swiftly undid Keith's jeans and pushed them down along with his boxers. As Myah blowed back into the room, he got this big ol' grin on, and said, "Hey, da-addy...Keith gonna be 'family?'
"You bet son, everything 'bout him says he beee-longs. You been showin' him your goods, son?"
"No Pop, this'll be the first time," Myah said, as Keith managed to recognize his return and with a look that was a cross between 'what's happening to me', 'I'm scared,' and 'do I like this?' he was coddled around the neck and shoulders by Myah, who then stepped back, taking Keith's tee shirt with him.
Keith's pants were still wrapped 'round his sock feet, when Myah began pulling him down at the waist, as Dock pushed down on the boy's shoulders. Keith was on his knees. His mind was in a whirl, a meltdown of sorts, and Myah kneeled right behind him his hands molding the kid's chest, pecs and belly, before wrapping the boy's prick inside them. Keith's head jerked back into the crook of Myah's neck and off to the side, as Myah started the push and pull he loved so much to do himself....but this was the first time by someone else. Myah's heat burned against Keith's back. His hot breath on his neck, his ear, ahhhhhhhh, Myah took his left ear into his hot mouth, suckin' and chewin'. Keith was a puddle of jigglin' boy jello. With the kid's ear fully in his mouth, Myah breathed hard, and the heat scorched the insides of Keith's ear and his whole skins shrivved up in goosebumps. Myah's left hand took Keith's left hand and guided it to Dock's prick, folding the fingers fully 'round that heft of manmeat. Even Dock gasped from the strange hand, despite his being used to freeplay. Myah released Keith's ear, and guided his head so that even in his lust crazed stare, he could look at his own hand around the biggest cock he'd ever seen. He wouldn't know it, but he would become used to the sight and the feel now, even though he didn't quite know his name....or where he was. Myah kept the boy right on the edge by working his prick with his other hand....just softly....just grazing over it...barely tickling at the sensitive spot underneath there that was making Keith dribble boyjizz on the floor below, and jerk up every once in a while. Then taking Keith's own right hand, he pushed the first two fingers into Keith's mouth, and whispered, "Suck 'em nice boy...put some spit on 'em for your buddy Jer."
Keith absently did as he was told, after which Myah said, "Goooood boy," removing them and pulling Keith's hand to his own butt crack. There just the slightest flinch from Keith when he touched his own bunger. What little mind he had left remembered this was his least favoritist thing...to touch his butt....his hole....he mighta even heard himself say "Ugh!" in his mind....but I doubt it. He was totally gone! There was even a drooze seeping out the corner of his mouth.
Myah kep' rubbin' the spit slicked fingers of the boy back and forth over Keith's winker, slowly rubbin' the kid's steely dick, heating his ear with his breath, scalding his back with his chest tight-pressed to him. Dock's hand had now closed over Keith's as he began to really stroke the big man.....and now, as Myah pressed his lip to Keith's ear, he pressed the kid's index finger with his own into the soothed and quivering boyhole. He whispered, "Make like you on the toilet and push out Keity...push out, and "Owwwohhahmmmm!" sounded from Keith's shock, sting, and glowy moony feeling of his own finger in his chute and up there two knuckeles....with Myah's!
Myah was wig-worming both their fingers till he felt Keith start to do himself. Then he whispered..."Put'cher next finger in, too."
Keith just did a slow motion push and glide as Myah's finger slid out right next to it. Myah then slowly had Keith move his fingers deeper...to almost the full length, trying to help him find his 'hot spot'. Keith jerked and "Ahhhhoooohmmm!" as Myah's grin widened, "Got it!" he said to himself out loud.
Now he said into Keith's ear, "Feel how good that is boy? Feel it again," said Myah as he maneuvered Keith's wrist and hand feeling Keith's jolts each time. "Now, boy let's move 'em in and out and in and out real smoothe and pretty-like and feel for your funny place, yeh, boy? Yeh?"
Mindless Keith nodded like a bobble head doll his tongue sneaking out his lips as his effort intensified....he wanted so bad to find his 'spot' and his fingers drove up inside him faster and faster and hard and his body was bobbin' and shakin' in his kneely squat there leaning back against his good friend. He had even started to use Dock's cock as a balance rod, hangin' onto it tight as he bounced....Dock was not complaining....check that smile broadening over the big man's face.
With Keith bounce-fuckin' himself on his fingers and joyin' in all this new found dizzying lust, Myah quick-stepped around and in front of Keith who saw for the first time that Myah was butt naked, and he was gonna join this...this...whatever was happening....to him....having no idea that Myah had mostly engineered it all, less Dock's early warm ups.
Dock had stripped down his boxers as well, and was kicking them off his feet. As Myah settled into a seat on Dock's washboard tummy, Keith was nose-to-hose with two of the largest cocks he'd ever seen....hard and swaying in the breeze. Dock had to be at least 10 inches....ooozy slick, shiny and black. The man's pearly goo was puddling on Keith's top finger and thumb, while streaking the big black glistening head like icing on a donut. Myah's prick was following in family 'stalk' style and was a good 9 plus inches, lightly brown, and slightly slimmer than his dad's billy club sized meat. Both their foreskins had slid below the crowns of the dicks, baring each cockhead completely. Dock's cock spooge bubbled at the crease in the skin between foreskin and head before oozing down his shaft to Keith's index finger squeezed tight so as not to lose Dock's supersized happymeal.
Dock reached his long arms 'round Myah, and took Keith's hand....while pressing his cock to Myah's, then refolding Keith's fingers around both joy prongs....it was Myah's turn to jerk back and suck in a breath from the feel of another cock and hand on his young pud. "Just hold 'em boy. Feel 'em breathe....feel them livin' in your hand. They're yours boy....take 'em...."
The boy looked up with welled up eyes, to both those dark smiling faces, shiny from the heat of the day and the now sweltering room, he squeezed both cocks instinctively when he felt the pulse in his palms....while he bobbed over and over on his fuckin' fingers. Those cocks were getting even larger! His fingers could barely get around half the girth of the two cocks together. Dock showed him how to rotate his hand half way round one way, then back the other to get the maximum feel of those huge boy pleasers. Myah was now reaching for new heights, his buttcheeks flexing into his dad's belly.
Keith seemed to start to jack 'em then stop when he realized what he was doing. He felt dizzy, and if it wasn't for Dock's big legs to his sides, he might have fallen over....he felt faint maybe. The ever smiling black faces above him said, "Go boy....go! Be family dude. Bee-long."
Myah smiled big and wide when Keith started to run his hand first up and down, then around, then down, and around and up, omigod the kid was giving both guys heartflips with his new talent. Up, then down, then around, then back around and up.....and he started to find it harder to breath, repositioning his knees. Myah turned up to his dad, and said, "Keitie's hard as a rock Pop, lookit!"
"I know boy, he needs 'freeplay......baaaaad.'
Myah got his feet around Keith's oozing, hair-trigger boymeat, and the toes of his right foot gripped around Keith's dick pressing it into the sole of the left foot, and with Dock holding Myah around his chest, Myah footjacked Keith till he sent the kid over on his back in a gasping yelp in the most cockcummin' jolt of his whole boy life. Boyshot spooged everywhere as the kid lay whimpering on the floor, his pants and boxers-wrapped feet bent back sorta behind, the otherwise naked young dude, rolled to his side, his cheek lay to the floor, tears streaming, sobs convulsing him, his whole body jerking in spasms, his fingers absently still fuckin' his own butthole, cum droozing from his pulsing cock......
Dock and Myah were entranced. They had never seen a boy so wrapped into his first 'freeplay' with them....how they relished it! Dock squeezed Myah.. .."You did good boy...... v-e-r-y good....the best. He's a prettyboi....and he's perfect, you know? And he does belong....he's family, boy....he needs it fo' sho'."
Myah felt so good with the high praise from his dad, and just glowed there glued to Dock's belly. Soon, Dock said in a low voice, "Let's help our boy up now son, and get on wit' the 'freeplay.'
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