BLACKMALE (Part 1) BY: MOORE
I was 17 and a senior in high school when my mom and I moved to Chicago from a small town in Mississippi. I enrolled in the local school and started classes since the term had already begun. Mom travelled for business and, since I didn't know anybody, I had a lot of free time. After school I began to explore the city and that's when I discovered the adult book store.
I had fooled around with some of my friends in Mississippi. Oh, comparing dicks and jerking off together, but no real gay stuff. I thought about sucking cock and I think I would have if the opportunity had presented itself, but it never did.
I hesitated before entering the bookstore. I didn't see any customers so I went inside. The walls were covered with photos, books, magazines and videos. As I looked around for the gay section a voice called out, "May I help you?"
I sort of stammered, "No thanks", as I spotted the clerk behind the counter. He was a black guy, maybe 23 years old and really good looking. He looked up from his work and said in a friendly voice, "Hi, my name is Jake, feel free to browse and let me know if you need any help."
Of course there were black folks in my Mississippi town and black guys at school, but I was never friends with any of them. I think I was a bit intimidated since the black guys were all big, muscular too from working on their family farms. I'm a small guy, only 5' 8" and 155 lbs. and not very big in the dick department either, maybe 5-1/2" hard. In the locker room after gym class, the black guys would walk around in their jock straps or naked. I couldn't help but stare at the jock covered baskets and big black dicks as I quickly changed out of my gym clothes. I didn't want to get caught looking, these black guys were always joking around saying things like, "Any faggots in here, who likes my big dick, who wants a lick?" I would rush into my clothes and out of the locker room before my erection gave me away.
Jake, the clerk, went back to his work as I leafed through a magazine called Dick Duties. Page after page, pictures of guys blowing guys, guys with cum all over their faces and dripping out of their mouth. My dick was throbbing as I looked up from the magazine. Fortunately, Jake was on the phone not paying me any attention or he would have noticed the big tent and wet spot in my nylon shorts. Putting Dick Duties back on the rack, I headed for the exit covering my hard on with my school books. Jake was staring at me and as I passed his counter he called out, "Come again."
BLACKMALE (Part 2) BY: MOORE
As soon as I got home I went up to my room and lay on my bed thinking about the pictures in that magazine. I slid off my clothes and began to stroke my rock hard cock. I was thinking about what it would be like to be naked and on my knees between the legs of cute guy. I could hear myself saying, "I want to suck your cock, please let me suck it, please cum in my mouth."
My hand moved faster on my cock as I spread my legs wide and used my free hand to play with my balls. I cried out loud as I shot a load onto my chest and belly. I licked the cream on my hand and used my fingers to scoop more off my body and into my mouth. I was drunk with the smell and taste of my cum.
Mom, as usual, was away on business so I didn't bother to put on clothes as I straightened up around the house. Mom likes to come home to a clean house. Late September, it was hot in Chicago and it felt good to be naked. Although it was hard to concentrate, I kept imagining I was naked in a room full of guys, I managed to do my homework before hitting the sack. In bed I jerked off again, licking up my cum, before I finally fell asleep.
My alarm woke me at eight. A quick shower, to rinse the dried cum off my body, and I headed to school, thinking about another visit to the bookstore.
My morning was filled with math, english and science classes. I was a good student when I lived in Mississippi and I was up to speed with the classwork here in Chicago. Studying came easily to me and later today I planned to bone up at another classroom two miles from school, the adult book store. After science class, Peter and Allan, guys from class, both said, "C'mon, let's get lunch," and we headed to the cafeteria.
While eating our burgers Allan warned me, "See those black guys over there? Stay away from them. They're all on the city champ football team and Coach Johnson lets 'em do anything they want as long as they keep winning games. Coach has the teachers give 'em passing grades even though they hardly go to class."
Peter said, "Yeah, Allan's right, those guys are trouble and Reggie, the team captain, is the worst! After practice they come crashing into the locker room, strip off their gear and take over the place. Walking around bare assed and boasting about the size of their cocks and the pussy they fuck." Peter looked at Allan, "Tell him what happened last year."
Allan looked around to see if anybody was listening and in a low voice said, "There was freshman kid, Richard, here last year. Richard was a transfer from an out of town school, like you. Nobody warned him about Reggie. Late one afternoon, the team came in from practice while Richard and the rest of us were changing clothes. Reggie walked over to Richard and said in a menacing voice, 'Hey new kid, help me outta my uniform. Start with my cleats.' Peter continued the story.
"Richard was a little white guy, like you, maybe 5' 6" and 145 lbs. He's wearing nothing except his jockey shorts as he looks up at Reggie, a mean looking black guy a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier them him, and he started to shake. Reggie put his hand on Richard's shoulder pushing him down to his knees. Richard had tears in his eyes as he untie Reggie's cleats and took them off along with the socks. Man, you could smell Reggie's feet all the way on the other side of the locker room and Richard had his face only inches away. Reggie pulled off his jersey and pads and pointed to his pants. Richard, still on his knees, reached up to open and pull down Reggie's pants and jock strap."
Peter was silent for a few moments I looked at Allan and said, "It's almost time for class, what happened next?" Allan said to Peter, "Should I tell him the rest?" Peter replied, "You might as well."
"Now you gotta picture the scene", Allan continued, "Reggie is standing there, naked, with his hand on Richard's shoulder. Naked, except for his jockey shorts, Richard is on his knees, crying, his face inches away from Reggie's prick. Reggie grabs hold of Richard's neck and drags him into the shower room."
"Didn't somebody do something, get a teacher?", I asked. Peter laughed and said, "You'll learn soon enough that nobody stops Reggie from doin' what he wants, especially when he's with his football buddies."
"Anyway", Peter whispered, "Nobody actually saw what happened in the shower room, but after a few minutes we could all hear Richard crying out, 'Please don't make me suck it', and, 'It's too big', and, after some choking sounds, 'Yes sir, I swallowed it all.' Richard stumbled bare assed out of the shower room. His knees were red and his lips were all puffy. We all watched silently as Richard gathered up his clothes and stuff and without stopping to get dressed, ran naked from the locker room. All the football guys were laughing and calling out 'Way to go', as Reggie strutted out of the shower room with a big grin on his face. He was wiping off his dick and balls with Richard's jockey shorts."
"Hey", Allan shouted, "It's almost one Peter, we got class." "Me too", I said, "But what happened to Richard, did he report Reggie to the principal?" As he gathered up his stuff Allan frowned and said, "Nah he didn't report him and none of us did either. Actually, Richard sorta became like the team mascot." "More like team slut you mean", Peter added without explaning.
"See ya later in gym", Allan and Peter called to me as they rose from the table and walked off to class.
..... To be continued