Black Boy's Sexual Awakening
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Category: Interracial
My name is Trey Nelson. When I started going through puberty around the time I turned 13, I found myself feeling attracted to boys and men. It was something I kept to myself, as I was a quiet black kid living in a midsized somewhat conservative college town. While other boys my age were talking about and hooking up with girls, I harbored a secret crush on my best friend Jamal, a handsome and cocky popular boy a year older than me who I'd known for a few years. He had a reputation of being a player and Casanova, going from girl to girl at our high school. I began to jack off at night thinking about him, shooting my first load while imagining I was making out with him. Of course, I never said anything to Jamal about how I felt, as he was totally into girls.
I found a stash of porno DVD's belonging to Carl, my stepfather, in the back of his closet, which I would dig through and watch late at night after he and my mom went to sleep, jacking off to the images of big black dicks getting sucked and fucking tight holes. I longed to be able to see and feel a real dick, to have one in my mouth, and maybe even my ass. Little did I know that I would soon get a chance to make my dreams become a reality. My time with another guy resulted from a surprising conversation I had with my cousin Tony. I had just turned fifteen, and Tony was two years older. We both attended the same high school, although on the surface the only thing it would seem we had in common was being related. While I was quiet and shy by nature, pretty much keeping to myself at school, Tony was loud, outrageous, and openly gay. That often made him a target for ridicule and whispers, but Tony wasn't bothered by any of it. He made no apologies for who he was and didn't give a damn if someone didn't like it. I generally steered clear of him at school, not wanting anyone to think I too was gay, which I knew made me cowardly, but Tony understood and didn't hold it against me. A few weeks ago, he and his mother, my aunt Kathy, came over to my house to visit. While Kathy and my mom were sitting in the kitchen gossiping, Tony and I hung out upstairs in my bedroom. It was then that he dropped a bomb that blew my mind completely. "I got something to tell you about your friend," Tony said.
"What friend?" I asked.
"Fine ass Jamal," Tony coyly replied, a naughty smile on his face.
"What about him?"
"Don't tell nobody, but he got a nice pretty dick."
"What? How do you know?"
"Because I sucked it, that's how!"
"Stop lying!"
"I ain't lying. You didn't know he gets down like that?"
"Hell naw. All he talks about is pussy and banging chicks."
"Well let's just say that when he gets drunk and smokes some weed, he doesn't care who sucks his dick."
"I don't believe you."
"I'm telling you the truth. I just did it the other week at Tasha Moore's house party. He was drunk and told me to meet him the bathroom to do what he heard I was good at. I ain't lying! Here, I can prove it!"
Tony pulled his cell phone from pocket and flipped through the text messages. "Read this shit!" he said and handed me the phone.
I looked at the screen and saw a text from Jamal's number.
Yo, that head you gave me was good as shit. I ain't neva had my dicked sucked like dat.
You really helped a nigga out. I'll catch you again sometime. Keep dis shit on the QT.
Delete this shit after you read it.
J
"Guess you didn't know that about your friend, huh? That's why he don't be going along with them other boys trying to talk about me. Matter of fact, he's the reason they stopped doing it. He told them to leave me alone. You know how I thanked him for that?"
"How?" I asked, still in shock at the conformation that Jamal, the object of so many of my desires that I thought was unattainable, might be open to making some of my secret dreams come true.
"I gave him some more head," Tony answered, licking his lips, "and he bust a nut so hard he was hollering. Shot his nut all over my fucking face. That drove him crazy. See, all them boys be acting so hard and pussy-crazy be the main ones down for some boys. Jamal don't want anybody to know, so don't you say anything!"
I simply nodded, my mind racing, trying to comprehend what Tony had revealed. It was then that I began to come up with a plan to seduce Jamal once and for all...
I felt as if I was on the verge of doing something I had been fantasizing about for a very long time. It was a late August night, and I was sitting next to my best friend Jamal Johnson on Jamal's queen-sized bed. I was spending the night, which wasn't unusual, as the we often stayed over at the others on weekends. What made this night different was that we were home alone, with Jamal's mother Dina, a teacher at the high school that we attended, was gone out of town for a weekend conference. That left Jamal and me all alone.
We had been friends for a little over a year, having met as freshmen when we had the same chemistry class. I was an excellent honor roll student, while Jamal was more of a jokester and rowdy type. While I was quiet and introverted, Jamal was an outgoing, popular, and know on campus and around town as a real Casanova with girls. Despite our different personalities, we became fast friends. Jamaal had asked me for help with studying, as well as wanting me to hook him up my good friend Stephanie, who also attended our school, but who previously hadn't given Jamal the time of day due to his reputation for playing the field, and his smooth talking struck out with her. After a little coaxing from me, Stephanie finally agreed to give Jamal a chance, and they ended up becoming couple. As all this was happening, my secret crush on the handsome Jamal, which grew and deepened with the more time we spent together. Jamal was undeniably sexy, with caramel colored skin, an athletic build, tall, standing 5'10, always dressed in the latest hip hop fashion. Girls fell over themselves trying to get to him, and he usually had his pick of whoever he wanted. That was why he was perplexed when Stephanie had initially turned down his advances, and when I was able to remedy the situation, Jamal told me that he owed him big time. In fact, Jamal tried to set me up with a few girls, but I didn't show any interest, which Jamal couldn't understand, especially considering that he told me that I was a good-looking guy, with smooth brown skin, a toned body, smooth baby face, notable full lips, and strong long legs thanks to my running track. I wondered what kind of guy would say that to another? Jamal thought I was too shy, and that I needed to find a girl and get laid.
We had gone to a house party being held down the street from Jamal's place. The house had been full of boisterous and rowdy teenagers, and since there was no adult supervision, alcohol flowed freely in the form of trashcan punch loaded with Everclear, beers, and cheap wine. Jamal got wasted, which didn't sit too well with Stephanie, who was turned off by his sloppy state. When Jamal tried to get her to go home with him, she refused, ignoring his begging and pleading. She instead caught a ride with one of her girlfriends, which pissed Jamal off. He told me that he was ready to go home so he could smoke some of the marijuana he had hidden in his bedroom.
As we left the party, Jamal angrily vented, telling me that Stephanie had gotten mad because he asked her to come over to his place so she could give him a blow job. Jamal said he was tired of her tripping, that he had been with her for months now and she still wouldn't let him do anything but kiss her. Before we got to the party, she told Jamal she would come over to his house, but now he was stuck, tipsy from all the alcohol he drank, and horny as hell. While saying that, Jamal tugged at his crotch, which I took notice of. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a nice bulge underneath Jamal's shorts. That, along with thoughts of seeing and feeling Jamal's dick immediately excited me, and I decided that perhaps that night would be the time for me to make a move on doing what I had fantasized about for a long time... When we got back to Jamal's, he told me he had to go take a piss, and for me to go into his bedroom and get the marijuana-filled blunt cigar he had hidden in a shoe box at the back of his closet. I found the box and took out the blunt. I then pulled the porn DVD out of my overnight bag that I packed as part of my plans for Jamal. Remembering what Tony had told me about how Jamal got when he was drunk and high, I knew this might be the chance I had been waiting for. I put DVD into the player on the tv in Jamal's bedroom. I sat down on the edge of his queen-sized, which I had shared with him whenever I spent the night. Every time I slept next to him, I always seemed to have more than friendly thoughts about my best friend, always wanting to touch and feel his body, especially his dick. However, I had never acted on those thoughts, afraid that Jamal might not only turn me down, but would be angry with me. Now, remembering what Tony had told me, as well as the subtle hints I had noticed with Jamal, and knowing he was drunk and horny, I decided that this might be just the right time to take a risk and go for broke. I turned the tv on with the remote control and started the DVD as I lit up the blunt and took a hit.
A few minutes later, I heard a toilet flushing, and a shirtless Jamal stumbled into the bedroom in a damn near daze. I know he had drank quite a bit at the party, but he usually handled his liquor better than this. Something about him was different. The sight of his sexy muscular chest made my dick stir.
"You alright?" I asked. "You look like loopy and shit."
He plopped down on the bed next to be, smelling of liquor, and took the blunt from me. "That's cause I popped some molly," he slurred, "You ever tried it before?'
I shook my head. "Naw. How is it?"
"Shit makes you feel hella good," he replied. I had it all planned out that Stephanie was gonna bring her ass here, and I would at least get her to give me some head. Now I'm stuck horny as fuck with nothing to do since she trippin' and shit." He took a deep hit off the blunt, his lungs filling with the potency of the weed. As he exhaled, he looked over at the tv and saw images of a woman deep throating the huge dick of a sexy black guy on the big screen.
"Damn, you got a flick playing?" he asked, looking over at me.
"I just got it wanted to check it out," I said. We often traded pornos, so this wasn't out of the ordinary, even though Jamal didn't know the flick was part of my plan for seduction, and now that he was drunk and high on ecstasy, it seemed as the goal was even more in sight.
"You see what that ho is doing?" he pointed at the tv. "See how got that dick all up in her mouth and shit? That's what I was supposed to be getting' tonight." He handed me the blunt, shaking his head. "Stephanie trippin' and I can't get in contact with no one else. I'm fucked!"
I saw looked at him and saw that his eyes were glued to the scene on the tv. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand start to rub the growing bulge between his legs. We sat silently watching the wild sexual antics going on in the flick as we passed the blunt back and forth. When the woman began to loudly slobber on the dick and swallow it deep down her throat, Jamal slapped me on my back.
"Look at that shit man!" he yelled, his eyes wide open in awe.
I realized that his hand was still on my back, which excited me.
"She really knows what she doing!" he exclaimed, grabbing his crotch with one hand, the other on my back. "That's what I fucking need right now! This shit is making me hot as fuck!"
His hand drifting from my back up to my shoulder, which he grabbed tightly on. He was still staring at the tv, and I my own dick was rock hard in my shorts.
"Too bad Stephanie left you in the lurch," I said meekly, my temperature rising as I wavered on whether to make a move. I looked over and saw that he moved his hand from his crotch, and that his dick was stiff and pushing against the front of his shorts. We had smoked the blunt until nothing was left except the butt, which Jamal put out in an ashtray.
"Fuck her!" he yelled. "I just need to bust a nut like a motherfucker! You know what I mean? I got needs yo! I been trying to be good to her, not hollering at any of them other chicks. Shit, I ain't even fucked since I been with her. She said she was coming over here, and then acts scared and shit. My dick is hard as fuck!"
As he was ranting about Stephanie and watching the sex on the tv while his hand returned to his crotch, clutching as his hard-on, my mouth began to water. It was now or never, I told myself.
"Let me do it," I said slowly, my voice trembling.
His hand loosened around my shoulder, but his other was still holding his crotch. "Say what?" he asked, just as the man in the porno started moaning loudly and began to furiously pump his dick in and out of the woman's mouth. "Do what?"
He looked me right in my eyes. "Let me suck your dick."
"What? Are you for real?"
I nodded.
"Naw, man, I can't let you do that," he said. "We both dudes and shit. Hell are you gay or something?"
"I just wanna help you out," I said, and going all in, I pushed his hand away from his crotch and grabbed hold of it myself. That made him sigh with his dick inflating even more. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
Without another word, I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts until I was finally able to feel his actual prick, something I had dreamed about for quite some time. It was even more amazing than I had ever imagined, like a big brown delicious looking lollipop, with blue veins running from the head all the way down to its base. It felt hot and powerful in my hand.
"Man, what da fuck?" he said in shock, but he didn't stop me as I pulled his shorts down to free his dick, which I had in my hand. It was eight long and straight inches, surrounded by a small bush of curly black pubic hair. I leaned down and slowly started licking the head, rolling my tongue around it.
That made his body stiffen, his legs spreading wide apart. I l stopped licking and looked up at him. "You want me to stop?" I asked.
Before he could answer, I took the first half of his dick into my mouth. It was my first time having one in my mouth and feeling the warm hardness of it was incredible. Remembering seeing how it was done in the various pornos I secretly watched in my bedroom at night, I knew to be careful as not to bite it. I slowly began to suck, rolling my tongue around the shaft, inhaling the musky smell of his crotch.
As I was working his dick in my mouth, Jamal said nothing, but his body was clearly positively reacting to what I was doing. He was breathing heavily and sighing, and his dick jumping and throbbing. After several minutes of my sucking half of it, I decided to try and take the whole length into my mouth, which I knew could be tricky due to how long it was. I took a deep breathe, and then slowly lowered my mouth on the monster dick, not stopping until the head was partially down my grasping throat. I momentarily gagged but managed not to let any of my teeth come into contact with the pole filling my mouth completely. I just let the dick rest in my mouth for a moment, and then began to suck and massage it, continuing to roll my tongue around it.
"Got damnit!" Jamal shouted, grabbing my head with both his hands and holding it tight. "That shit feels good!" He started pivoting his hips, pushing the dick in and out of my mouth, then allowing it to slid back towards my throat.
Knowing that I was pleasing Jamal only added to my own enjoyment. I couldn't believe I had my best friend's big hard dick in my mouth, and how incredible it felt and tasted. I instinctively worked the dick as I felt it began to throb even more, pulsating as if it was about to burst.
"On shit nigga! You bout to make me bust my nut!"
I started sucking the dick with a sense of urgency, feeling it swelling as I swallowed it down my throat. Jamal's body stiffened, his moaning now even louder. The next thing I knew, he let out a ferocious roar and I felt his dick explode, shooting and squirting thick hot semen in my mouth as he held my head tightly with both his hands. The cum had a unique taste that I found erotically satisfying.
"FUCK!" he yelled, and I kept right on sucking with gusto, milking his dick for every last drop. When it stopped shooting, I took a moment to just let the dick rest within the loving confines of my mouth until it began to soften. When let his dick slip from between my lips, I was shocked when Jamal reached into my shorts and pulled my dick out. He began to jack it, silent as he stared me straight in my eyes, and then leaned over and kissed me, the feel of his soft lips on mine sending electricity through my body. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, tasting the remnants of his own cum, all the while aggressively jacking my dick. It didn't take long for me to reach an unbelievable climax, my dick erupting and cum falling in my lap and on Jamal. Our lips finally parted, and we sat in silence for a while. Even though what had just happened was something I had dreamed of for so long, my mind still couldn't believe that it had not only came true, but far exceeded anything I ever imagined.
I had finally done it. I had sucked my best friend's dick, and he had not only jacked me off, but also had kissed me passionately. I had just discovered the joy of being with another guy, and it was incredible.
Jamal looked let go of my dick, staring at me in stunned bewilderment. "What the fuck just happened?" he asked. "I never would have thought you could do something like that! How long you been doing that shit?"
"This was the first time," I said softly. "I just wanted to help you out."
"You been wanting to for awhile, huh? I kinda sensed you checking me out and shit, but I didn't think nothing of it. I just thought we were boys."
I didn't want to confess the truth, that I had indeed been wanting him for a long time, knowing that if I did, Jamal might have a disapproving and negative reaction. "Naw man," I answered. "We both had a little too much of that trashcan punch and weed, and one thing just led to another I guess."
"Yeah, I guess so too," he said. "But damn that shit was hot as shit! I done had my dick sucked quite a few times, but never like that! Are you serious that you never sucked one before?"
"Swear to God," I replied, realizing that perhaps Jamal might be open to future engagements.
"You good as fuck!" Jamal exclaimed. "Yo, why don't you got take a shower while I changed the comforter and sheets on my bed. You shot yo nut all over it and me!"
"Okay," I said. I my overnight bag and was about to go to the bathroom when Jamal came up behind me, grabbing me around my waist, his crotch up against my ass.
"Damn, Trey," he whispered in my ear. "I ain't never thought about being with no other nigga, but what you just did got me feeling some kind of way. Yo ass feels so nice. I'm really feeling you and shit. I ain't never felt like this before." He hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and squeezed, causing me to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
"So you liked it?" I asked.
"Hell yeah! But yo, I ain't gay or no shit like that. You ain't either, huh?"
I shook my head. "Like I said, I just wanted to help you out."
"Yeah, that you did! But don't be telling nobody, aiight?"
"My lips are sealed."
"Cool. Ain't nobody got to know."
"Yeah, it's just between us, " I said.
"That's what I'm talking about. Just us boys."
He gave me a light tap on my ass, but his hand lingered for a moment, which sent chills through my body, more of the sutble actions that Jamal had been making every now and then. Was there more in store as the night wore on?
I took a long shower, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had just had Jamal's dick in my mouth, made him cum, and then he jacked me off. Now what would thing be like between us? Would Jamal and I talk about what had just went on, or pretend it didn't happen?
I lathered my body as the pounding hot water from the shower created a thick cloud of steam, and I began to again get aroused thinking about Jamal. I soon was stroking my dick, calling out his name, remembering how unbelievably sexy he was. I stopped just short of shooting off, realizing I had been in the shower for quite some time.
When I rinsed the soap off and stepped out of the shower, I was saw that my overnight bag, which I had brought in the bathroom with me and sat on the counter, was gone, in addition to the clothes I had been wearing before. The bathroom door was wide open.
"What the hell?" I asked out loud. Where had it gone?
Guessing that Jamal had come into the bathroom and took my bag while I was jerking off in the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back to his bedroom across the hall. As soon as I entered, I saw Jamal laying in his bed on his back, with only his black Calvin Klein boxers on. He had stripped the comforter off the bed, but the blue sheets that had been on before remained. The room was quiet, with him having turned off the porno.
"You took a long time in the shower," he said , staring at me, his eyes examining my body as I stood in the doorway. "It sounded like you were enjoying yo self in there. I heard you saying my name while you was jacking yo shit."
I was embarrassed that he had heard me in the shower. "Why'd you take my bag?" I asked, trying not to look at his hot body, although I did see he was holding his dick, which was sticking out of the front slit of his boxers.
"Because nigga," he replied with a smirk, licking his lips, "you ain't gonna need no clothes. You see, I got to thinking while you were in shower. Thinking about how I've heard that you was funny. But I always said that wasn't true, that you was into girls, just shy and shit. But then it was something in the back of my head, a feeling I got whenever we were around each other, the you might be liking me and shit. So you end up sucking my dick, sucking like a fucking pro. Better than all the hoes who done it. So how come you so good at it if you ain't never done it before? If you that good at making a nigga bust a nut down yo throat on the first try, I bet you would bet you good at other stuff too, huh? Like this?"
Jamal picked up the remote that was next to him and pushed a button, which turned the DVD back on. It was right in middle of a scene with a woman hollering as a dude plunged his big dick in and out of it.
Seeing what Jamal was talking about, I was startled yet aroused. I hadn't thought about doing anything by sucking him off, but now it seemed he wanted more.
"Is that why you brought this flick and put it on?" he asked, watching me intently. "You been wanting this dick, haven't you? Tell me the truth!"
I was torn. I didn't want to confess that I had been harboring more than friendly feelings towards him for fear of alienating him.
"It's okay T," he said. "I told you I'm horny as a motherfucker right now, ain't had nothing in awhile. You said you wanted to help me out, right?"
"Yeah," I answered, looking at his sexy body and seeing the undeniable look of lust of Jamal's face, his dick hard in his hand.
"Well drop that towel so I can check out that body, and see that ass, and climb up in this bed and let me show you just how you can."
I pulled the towel from around my waist, my mind racing, wondering just what Jamal had in mind...