BLACKMALE (PART 4) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)
BLACKMALE (Part 4) BY: MOORE
Coach finished giving instructions to the team manager and returned his attention to the increasingly self conscious class of naked teenage boys standing in front of him. He never grew tired of watching his boys -- he would keep them naked all the time if he could. Coach made announcements in the locker room or in the shower, when his boys were naked and -- close to his office! This made it easier to single out a new boy to caress and fondle to arousal, to encourage the new boy to kneel before him, to orally worship his offering.....
Actually, I like being naked and on display. I often jerk off imagining that I'm naked in a room full of guys. I picture myself naked, on my knees between the legs of a cute guy, begging, pleading to suck his cock and swallow his cum. And here I was, naked in a room full of guys, standing next to my new friend, Peter, a cute guy.
With a wandering mind I slid to my knees in front of Peter, pressing my face into his crotch, inhaling his young boy aroma. Caressing his peach fuzz covered balls and silken shaft with my tongue. Kissing the tip of his penis, rejoicing in the taste and texture of precum oozing from the pee slit, coating my lips. I wanted, needed to feel his warm penis grow large in my mouth, assuming its rightful position in my life; pulse with energy and life, preparing to deliver sweet cream to its final destination.
My daydream was interupted as Coach said, "Boys, listen up. You all know that our football team was city champs last year and they've won 14 consecutive games. The team has worked hard all summer preparing for the season which opens tomorrow, Saturday. I hope all you boys will be at the game to show your support." The Coach nodded to the team manager then looked over to me as he said, "For those of you who may be new to the school and for the rest of you as well, a special treat. Bring in the team."
And in they trooped, in full uniform. Randy and Terry stepped down off the platform to allow Reggie, the team captain, and two of his black co-captains to join Coach on the platform. The rest of the team, twenty five black guys, milled about in the locker room eyeballing us, forty naked white guys.
With evident pride Coach addressed his team, "Men, before you head out to practice for tomorrow's game, take some time to mingle with your fans and supporters. I know these boys will appreciate it. I'll see you on the field later." As Coach stepped off the platform he caught my eye and said, "See me in my office now."
I couldn't imagine why Coach wanted to see me as I made my way through the tangle of naked boys, scrambling for gym clothes. I spotted Allan, naked but clutching gym clothes. He was cornered between two players. Passing by I heard one player say to Allan.
"Coach said you my supporter, right? That mean you is likeÔ )000*°° ÔŒa jock strap, right? So you s'pose to support my dick and balls, right? So why don't you get down on your knees an' do some supportin' wit ya mouth? Like Coach said, you gonna 'preciate support'n my dick, right? You gonna 'preciate suckin' my cock an' takin' my load, right? For true, me and my pal here, we both gonna make you a happy fan. We both gonna give you a special treat an let you 'preciate suckin' our cocks and drinkin' our loads."
Allan looked frantic as he pushed past the two laughing players. I didn't want to keep Coach waiting so I hurried on to his office.
Reggie watched with a studied eye as his teammates harassed the helpless white boys. Notwithstanding his tough demeanor and reputation, Reggie was a solid B+ student. Coach had told him that if he had another season like his junior year, 1,400 rushing yards and 18 touchdowns, and if the team kept the 14 game winning streak going all the way to another city championship this year, the athletic scholarship at Coach's alma mater was guaranteed. As team captain, it was his responsibility to keep the team focused on winning. Reggie needed that scholarship. He couldn't allow the team to be distracted.
Bull inched closer to Reggie on the platform, ripped his eyes away from a cute boy stepping into a jock strap, and with a hungry look in his eye said, "You find us a new mascot yet?"
"Not yet Bull, but I'm working on it", Reggie replied to the biggest, strongest and ugliest black guy in Chicago. Bull was the best blocking full back Reggie had ever seen or played with. At 6' 6" and 365 lbs. Bull was unstoppable. A big part of Reggie's past and future success on the football field was due to Bull's ability to open big holes for Reggie to rush through.
"I'm gettin' real uptight Reggie", Bull rasped through clenched teeth. "Richard's been gone nearly a month an' my dick is missin' him. Richard was the best damn cocksucker I ever had. He could take me sooo deep, my nuts would be bangin' against his chin. I'm loosin' sleep. Why'd he have to go get arrested anyway?"
"He wasn't actually arrested Bull, only sent to a special school for boys who need help", Reggie said as he stiffled a groan. This was exactly what he was worried about. Bull loosing sleep, concentrating on his cock rather than on winning football games, jeopardizing his scholarship.
All the guys on the football team had enjoyed being serviced by Richard when they couldn't get any real pussy. Bull more than most, because, to Reggie's knowledge, he had never been with a girl. Not that Bull was gay, he was just so ugly that no girl would even talk to him, let alone spread her legs for him. Bull's other problem, as Reggie guessed it would be, was a 12" dick and balls the size of oranges. Even the whores that Reggie hired to try to keep Bull happy, when he had the money, took one look at Bull's monster package and fled. Bull was smart enough to know that rape was out of the question, so he had little choice but to use his hand or rely on a sort-of-willing cock sucker like Richard.
"If I don't find a replacement for Richard soon, I may have to blow him myself", Reggie thought with disgust -- recalling his own freshman year.
I was young, smart, ambitious and dirt poor, from the slums of Chicago. The second week of school, Coach came into the shower room after gym class and told me to follow him. So dripping wet, balls naked, I followed him -- into his office.
He wanted to know my name and stuff and if I played ball. So I told him stuff about myself, my ambitions and how I wanted to play football. He put his arm around my shoulder and showed me pictures of teams that played for him in the past. He told me that if I played ball, I could be on his team, go on to play college ball and maybe even the pros. I could escape the slums, the poverty.... be somebody.
Then he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and asked if would play ball. I already told him that I wanted to play ball so it was an odd question. I was naive back then, but not stupid and not made of stone either. When his hands slid down my chest to my nipples and on to my dick, I sprang a boner. Now I understood his question, would I "play ball", would I let him play with my dick? Sometimes at my brother's store I let a fag play with my dick and give me a blow job -- feels great. I figured if that's what the Coach wanted to do, ok, so I told him yeah, I'd play ball. But my understanding wasn't exactly right. In a flash I was on my knees with his cock pressing at my lips. The message was clear to me now. He could make it happen for me, if I played ball. I opened my lips and let his cock slide into my mouth.
"You guys talkin' about Richard?", Digger, the team's quarter back asked. "That white boy sure could suck dick. Just had to look at him and he'd be on his knees with his mouth open. Did you find out why he got sent away, Reggie?"
"Yeah, my brother told me the story. He heard it from a cop he knows who was part of the raiding party. The gin mill they raided's only a few blocks from his store. The cops suspected some kind of illegal activity, drugs most likely, they didn't know for sure, but there was too much traffic in and out for a trashy trucker's bar like that. You know the place Digger, blacked out windows, you can't see inside, always lotsa trucks parked in the lot."
"I've passed it on the way to your brother's store, a real dump."
"When the cops busted the place last month they found a dozen guys drinking at the bar. No drugs, nothing illegal. The cops looked around some and were preparing to leave. My brother's friend happened to opened the door to what he thought was a big-screen TV cabinet. Rather than a TV, the cabinet concealed a one-way mirror which looked into another room."
"Like on cop shows, Reggie, when the detectives watch the suspect bein' interrogated?", Bull asked.
"Yeah, just like that. And in that other room was three more truckers and a teenage boy who was later identified as Richard."
"So what's the big deal, he's in a room with a few guys. Nothing to get sent away for", said Digger. Bull nodded his head in agreement.
Reggie laughed and said, "You guys are right, except through the one-way mirror the cops saw Richard, on his hands and knees, naked, servicing the three truckers. He had a cock up his ass and two cocks stuffed in his mouth."
"I didn't know he liked t' get fucked, I woulda fucked'im", Bull muttered to himself.
Digger shook his head in confusion and said, "But why did he go to that bar for dick? We dicked his mouth every day, and most weekends too, ten, twenty blow jobs a day. If he wanted his ass turned to boy pussy, we would've fucked him too. He must've been, ahhh, sick in the head. That's why he got sent to the special school for boys."
"You not so dumb as you look Digger my man", Reggie said in jest. "That boy just couldn't get enough.
"Wasn't like that in the beginning", Bull said. "Remember last September when we came into the locker room after practice and you made him take off your football pants and then you dragged him in his jockey shorts, cryin', to the shower room. That hadda be his first time suckin' dick and eatin' cum."
"You're right Bull", Digger joined in. "I thought I was going to bust a ball, I was laughing so hard, when Richard staggered naked from the shower and ran from the locker room. And then you came strutting out, Reggie, wiping your dick with his jockey shorts."
"Of course he didn't volunteer to be team mascot until we paid him a visit at his house that night", Reggie reminded Bull and Digger.
..... To be continued