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BLACKMALE (PART 17) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

PART 17

SATURDAY DAWNED COOL and sunny, perfect fall weather for the first game of the 2001 Daley High School football season. Reggie, Digger and Bull, the team's co-captains, were up early. Not because of the game, they didn't have to report to the field until ten, but to watch a video secretly taped by Reggie's brother Jake at his adult book store.

"This is a joke, right?" Digger said after watching the tape for the second time. "I'm tellin' ya Bull, Reggie and Jake are jerkin' us around. Jake hired those two boys, they're actors, to make that tape. No fag, not even flaming faggots talk like that. Play that first part again."

"We're not shittin' you, honest," Jake said as the tape played again on the big screen. For the third time that morning, an unbelieving Digger watched two white boys stand up from the very couch he was sitting on, take off all their clothes, press their bodies together and kiss each other deeply, full on the mouth.

This feels sooo good, Allan. I could cum just from kissing

you. Feeling your tongue in my mouth.

No wait, don't cum. I want to taste you.... in my mouth,

Cole.

"See what I mean, Bull? C'mon Jake, tell the truth."

Jake shrugged and said. "What'll it take to convince you this is for real? Watch and listen to the part coming up."

On screen, Bull and Digger saw one boy pull his spit soaked cock and balls from the other boy's mouth.

I liked it, cocksucker. I liked it a lot. Good thing the

door is locked. This'll be between us, our secret, right?

We'd have some explaining to do if somebody came in and

saw us. Like somebody from Daley High.

Don't even say it, Allan. If it got around school that

we're gay, that we're cocksuckers....

Not gonna happen, Cole. Who's gonna tell? Wait I know.

You're gonna stand up in the school auditorium and say

I'm gay. No, better yet, you'll get on your knees in the

locker room in front of ah, in front of the black guys on

the football team and announce, hey guys look at me I'm gay.

I suck dick. The cocksucker is here. Who wants a blow job?

"I know it's hard to believe," Reggie spoke up, "But my brother wouldn't lie about this. He knows how important it is to find a new mascot for the team, to keep morale up..... and our dicks down during the season. I'm convinced he's found us not one, but two gay boys to replace Richard. Go along with me on this, ok? You got nothing to lose, except maybe your hardon and a load of cum in a cocksucker's mouth. Concentrate on today's game, keep the winning streak alive, and I promise, you and the rest of the team will enjoy the victory party."

COLE SUMNER WOKE up on Saturday morning in a strange bed, stark naked and confused. He looked around the sun filled room trying to remember where he was when the door opened.

"Good morning cocksucker. How'd you sleep?"

"Oh, Allan," Cole slurred. His mouth felt gummy and his lips were swollen. "I didn't know where I was for a moment. What time is it?"

"Time to get up, cocksucker. It's ok, they're gone."

"Whose gone?"

"My parents. We have the whole house to ourselves to do whatever we want. And I know just what I want," Allan said, taking off his robe. "I had coffee with my folks before they left, now I want some cream. Yeah, fresh hot cream squirting straight from your dick and into my cocksucker mouth."

Allan crawled into bed and settled himself on top of Cole. The two naked boys pressed their hard cocks together and kissed. Much the same as their first kiss yesterday, at the book store, where they discovered a mutual attraction for each other..... and for sucking dick.

Allan's tongue pierced Cole's lips. He could taste himself, the taste of his sperm, deposited in Cole's mouth last night. "Can't wait any longer, Cole. I gotta have your dick. Gotta suck it. Gotta feel your cock in my mouth." Allan slid down and buried his face in Cole's pubic hair. "I gotta suck your cock. Oh god, I gotta have your cum."

Cole sighed. "You know what I gotta? I gotta pee."

Allan looked up, into Cole's eyes, thinking, considering. "C'mon, I'll hold it for you while you pee."

"If you don't relax you're gonna piss in your face and all over the bathroom."

Cole's dick was a column of stone reaching for the stars. "I know, I know, but it won't go down. Maybe if I jerk off and.....

"Forget about jerkin' off," Allan quickly interrupted. "No hand jobs allowed. Not while my cum loving cocksucker mouth is here to suck the spunk out of your balls. I'll have you piss in my mouth first, before I let you jerk off. Wait, I know, in the shower. You can piss in the shower."

"Don't you wish we could be naked together all the time," Cole said stepping into the shower with Allan. "Not just in the shower or in bed, but naked together around the house and outside.... even at school. I'm serious, Allan. I'd give up wearing clothes at school, go to classes naked, if I could suck your cock any time I wanted to. Like right now." Cole fell to his knees and smothered Allan's nuts with nips and kisses. "Let me suck your cock while I piss. I'll be careful not to piss on you."

"It's ok, you can piss on me. Let's piss on each other. Yeah, let's piss on each other, ok Cole? It'll wash off."

"I don't kn..., oh, why not. OK, sure, lets do it. What's a little piss between a couple of fags like us? A pair of cocksucking, cum eating buddies."

"I love it when you talk like that, Cole. We are fags, aren't we? Seventeen year old fags, gay boys, cocksuckers. My folks would go apeshit if they found out."

"My mother too," Cole added. "She'd probably lose her job at the church. We'd have to go back to Mississippi, live with my old grandmother and..... hey, what are we worried about? Nobody knows we're gay and nobody is going to find out, right?

Like kids with water pistols, Allan and Cole took hold of their cocks and let loose heavy streams of golden yellow piss on each others body. Playful shouts of "piss on my balls" and "do my tits" echoed throughout the empty old house.

"I'm sorry I pissed in your mouth," Allan said apologetically. "What'd it taste like?"

"Not as good as your cum."

"I'll drink some of yours next time."

"You don't have to, Allan. I opened my mouth because I wanted to taste your piss. You don't have to drink mine. Let's wash up and get down to some serious cocksucking. Whatdya say, cocksucker?"

"Your on, faggot. Pass the soap."

"YOU GUYS GO ahead, I'll meet you in the locker room. Tell the team about our new mascots and what a victory in today's game will mean." Reggie waited until Bull and Digger were gone before turning back to Jake. "No way we lose today, Jake, even without the added incentive of a post game blow job. We're playing a team from Shaker Heights. Bunch of white boys who haven't won a game in two years."

"That's good to hear Reggie," Jake said, "Since I'm closing the place for your victory party this afternoon. Oh, before I forget, here's the two pictures. I made 'em up like party invitations on the outside and printed the pictures and their names on the inside like you wanted."

Reggie opened the invitations to see the pictures Jake had chosen. This was important because he wanted the two boys to show up at the party and "volunteer" to serve as the team's mascots. "Perfect."

"I thought you'd be pleased," Jake responded to Reggie's compliment.

The picture in Cole's invitation was a nice shot of him watching himself jerk off while sucking Allan's cock. The picture in Allan's invitation was even better. Jake had caught Allan with his lips just closing around the purple head of Cole's spurting prick.

Reggie pocketed the invitations and asked Jake if the uniforms were ready. "Got 'em right here," Jake answered, opening a cardboard box. Inside were two leather collars, two cropped t-shirts, a pink one and a lavender one, and two tiny wisps of shiny fabric.

"Where are the jock straps? Can't have the guests of honor naked at their cum-ming-out party."

"Jock straps are for athletes," Jake said with a big smile. "I got you something that's more suitable for fags." Jake reached into the box and held up the tiny bits of fabric.

"What are those?"

"Thongs."

"Thongs?"

"Yeah, thongs. Silk thongs. Gay boys, men too, love 'em cause it shows off their ass. This part here is the front and this little strip slips between the cheeks of the fags ass. You know the Chief of Police, the faggot cocksucking son of a bitch who tried to shake me down after the raid? He wears a red thong under his uniform. And Zbrinski, the congressman? Another thong wearer. He likes the boys I send him to wear pink thongs so everybody matches. Father Bob orders the edible thongs, by the case. The old pervert still cums a ton when he's workin' the glory hole. I've watched him eat the thong right off one of my boys and then gobble up his own cum filled thong. I got it on tape, like everything else that goes on here, if you want to see it."

"Uh, no time now, Jake. I better get going. Coach Johnson'll eat my ass if I'm late. See you later at the game."

"YOU WERE REALLY kidding before, right?" Allan asked as he licked a drop of cum from Cole's upper lip.

"About what? Sucking cock all the time?"

"No. Not about that, I feel the same way. Like I was born to be a cocksucker....., have a dick in my faggot mouth all the time. About school, I mean, going to class naked. Much as I love you and sucking your cock, I don't think I could walk around naked in school. It's sort of ok I guess, when the whole gym class, every boy, is naked while Coach Johnson makes announcements. Have you noticed how he stares at our bodies, though, and watches us in the shower?"

Cole laughed nervously. Instead of revealing his own experience, naked and alone with the Coach in his office, and how he almost gave the Coach a blow job, he simply said, "Yeah I noticed that."

"Like yesterday," Allan continued, "When we were naked in front of the football team? He could have let us put on our gym clothes before he brought the team in, but no, he purposely kept us naked. I wouldn't want to be the only naked white guy in that group of black animals. That's what Richard had to deal with last year. Ooooo, oh yeah, feels good Cole. Try and get two fingers in."

"Spead your legs a little more. Yeah, like that. What about Richard? You and Peter never finished telling me what happened to him last year. Your ass is so tight, Allan. I need more of the jelly stuff."

"Yeah, Richard. Remember we told you how Richard had to undress Reggie, the captain of the football team, even take off his jock strap? Wiggle your fingers some more. Feels good."

"I remember that part, Allan. And then Reggie dragged him into the showers, right? And then you heard Richard cry out, please don't make me suck it."

"That's right, Cole. And then Richard stumbled bare assed out of the shower room. His knees were red and his lips were all puffy. And without stopping to get dressed, he ran out of the locker room. And Reggie came out of the shower room with a big grin on his face, wiping off his dick and balls with Richard's jockey shorts."

"Ok, then what?"

"Well, after he ran out of the locker room we didn't think he'd show his face in school again. Like we told you, nobody actually saw him sucking Reggies dick, but...... Anyway, he was back the next day, wearing a Property of Daley Football t-shirt. And a collar too, around his neck."

"What kind of collar?"

"A dog collar is what it was, a leather dog collar. Richard became like the team's mascot. He did whatever they told him to do. He got food for them in the lunchroom and ran errands. In the locker room he never wore anything except a jock strap.....oh god, Cole, your fingers feel so good.... a dirty jock strap. The dirtiest one he could find in the laundry basket. After football practice, you know that separate shower? That's where he would go and one by one each football got in there with him."

"Do you think he was giving them head? Sucking their dicks?"

Allan was squirming around on the bed. Three of Cole's well lubed fingers were playing in his ass. "Sooo good Cole, so good. Put your cock in me now, my ass is ready for your cock. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me now. Please."

"You sure you want to do this?" Cole asked, positioning his dick at Allan's asshole.

"Just go slow, ok? Yeah, like that. Burns a little, but it feels good.... very good." Allan raised his ass and wrapped his legs around Cole's waist. "Faster Cole." Allan's breath was coming in gasps, he was thrashing around on the bed. "Fuck me faster...., harder...., deeper. More dick, gimme more dick."

"You got it all," Cole grunted. "Every inch of my cock is inside your tight ass. I'm gonna cum. Oh yeah gonna cum any second. Should I pull out?"

"Noooo, don't pull out! Cum in my ass. Fill me up with cum. I feel it, Cole. I feel your sperm shooting into my ass. Kiss me, quick, I'm gonna cum with your dick in my ass. Lemme suck your tongue while I'm cumming."

"Was it good for you, Allan?" Cole asked. His cock was still hard, still firmly planted in Allan's ass. "My dick is still hard, I can fuck you again. I gotta fuck you again. Ok?"

"Go ahead. Do it," Allan shouted. "Fuck me again, hard as you can. I love it. Guess that makes me pussy, huh, like a girl? Whatdya think?"

Cole watched his slick dick slide easily, balls deep, into Allan's ass. He slowly pulled his cock out, dipped the head into the cum that was pooled around the pink pucker, and thrust back into the receptive hole. "Yeah, pussy. Pussy with a dick. Put your legs on my shoulders.... I'll suck you while I fuck you."

Cole sucked and fucked, enjoying his buddy's slick ass and hard cock. His orgasm was fast approaching. Allan squealed like a cheap slut each time Cole long dicked him and hit his prostate. He spread his legs as wide as he could and raised his ass to give Cole better, deeper access into his well fucked hole and to get more of his dick into Cole's mouth. The boys went at each other like wild animals, sucking and fucking, until, with one final thrust and parry, Cole busted his nut in Allan's bowels and Allan emptied his balls in Cole's mouth.

The boys lay together, naked and sweaty, exhausted from their coupling. "Wow," Cole finally said. I never came so hard in my life. How does your ass feel?"

"You mean my pussy, don't you? My boy pussy, my cunt. I feel like a girl must feel after she's been screwed. My tits are tender and my insides feel all mushy. I feel great. Well fucked. There's a place inside, I don't know what, every time your dick touched it I felt like I was going to cum. What does my asshole look like? Something's leaking out I think."

"Cum," Cole said. "My cum is leaking out and some blood too. Let's get in the shower and clean up."

Thirty minutes later the boys were dressed and ready to leave for the football game. "After the game, Allan," Cole said, "I want to get fucked too. I want to be a pussy boy like you."