Go Black, Never Go Back - Chapter Five - Cherry in the Park

Go Black, Never Go Back - Chapter Five - Cherry in the Park

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GO BLACK, NEVER GO BACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 5 – CHERRY IN THE PARK

It was official. I was a cocksucker. I swallowed spunk. I went down on strangers. I let a black man call me a submissive white bitch boy. A motherfucking cocksucker. A bitch ho. And... I ate it up. It was a turn on. My cock stayed rock hard while it happened. I'd jacked off thinking about it every night since Willy inaugurated my mouth. I'd do it again, particularly if the cock shoved down my throat was a stiff black fuck rod. I'd been gingerly creeping toward sucking Ben's cock and all-but ready to go down on Luke, but Sam and Willy pushed me over the edge. Shoved me over the edge, and no way was I going back.

As the summer continued it seemed like sex was everywhere. By day I listened to Ben rave about his boyfriend's cock, balls, ass and jizz. His black boyfriend. I'd fucked Ben five times a week, but Ben and Robert seemed to be doing it three or four times a day, seven days a week. Ben even engineered a couple of sleepovers, which made me jealous that we never did that. The way he described them, they were sex from dusk to dawn.

By night I fantasized about getting tied up, forced to suck cock and buttfucked. By black men. I'd go to sleep thinking about Luke's elaborate black boatman fantasy, except it wasn't Luke who was the naked, chained breeding boy. It was me. And the mysterious boatman was... Jason. It felt weird when I pictured him using my holes to get off. I tried to picture someone else. Anyone. But his image kept coming back. I wanted my best friend to do more than play basketball with me. I wanted him to play with my ass. On the beach at the beginning of the summer, he'd said, "Think about how good it would feel to take my black heat into your mouth and get it all wet and slippery. Think about sliding my foreskin up and down the shaft and coaxing pre-cum out of it. Think about my big black dick squeezing into your tight white pussy and stretching you wide and makin you love it." Not a day went by when I didn't think about it, but after rejecting him on the beach, I couldn't figure out a way to get a do-over.

The first of August rolled around and I was to start spending weekends at my dad's new apartment. The apartment was shit, but the change would be good because unlike Mom, Dad was lax about monitoring what I did online. I couldn't wait to spend hours gawking at gay hookup sites and scoping out interracial gay porn. I'd tell my dad I was watching old basketball games, but the only thing I'd be watching was hard dicks. I wouldn't be looking at basketball shots, I'd be fixated on dick shots. The only dribbling I'd be seeing would be jizz oozing from a spent cock.

I was into cocks. Their size, shape and color and how much jizz they shot. I liked nothing better than seeing a stiff black shaft rutting in some white dude's hole. Bonus points if the black stud tied up his victim and slapped him around a bit.

I arrived late on my first night at my dad's. I'd played basketball with Jason until it got too dark to see. I would have split earlier because I was eager to jump on my computer and search for gay porn, but Jason took off his shirt while we were playing and I couldn't stop staring at his ripped body, reliving in my mind how his muscles looked as he dicked Luke.

That, plus he had yet another sex story.

As usual, he talked about dicking a woman – not my main interest. Rather than a high school girl like Tisha or even a college coed like Dawn, this time it was an older woman who lived down the street from him. He started his tale in his normal, roundabout way. "Hey, Collins. Did you know women hit their sexual peak much later than men? Dudes are like 18 when they're the horniest. Bitches have to be over 35 to really dig getting the dong. That means if you want hot sex, you gotta go after older women. You know, cougars."

Jason's information was irrelevant to me. I was a cocksucker and the only flavor of sex I cared about was the dude-on-dude variety. More specifically, the black-stud-on-white-boy variety.

He continued. "I've been playing with the cougars lately. You really gotta try it. Thirtysomething women are hot. The other night I was walking home from playing ball and this woman down the street – Ms. Victor – stops me. I talked to her and she's looking me up and down like I'm for sale in a sex shop and she's window shopping. She tells me what a great body I have but keeps looking at my junk. An' then out of the blue she asks if I like her tits. Well, yeah, she had a nice big set of boobs. She invites me in and before I know it she's got my dick down her throat and is purring about how much she gets turned on by tall young dudes.

"Hell, maybe it had been like months since she got any, but that woman was a wild bitch. With girls ya gotta work `em before they open their legs, but this babe was wet for me when I walked in the house. I thought she was gonna lose it when she saw my tool and she climaxed like the moment I slid it inside her. She must have had like 20 while I had the dong in her pussy. She kept begging me to pound her harder. Dude! Fucking a woman rather than a girl is the best! Not having to be all gentle and careful was awesome. Got off three times inside her. I did love boning the bitch."

I wasn't all that interested in Jason's story, although I always enjoyed recreating in my mind the visual of his big black cock when it was hard as a rock. Seeing it when he did Luke had permanently etched his tool in my mind. "You gonna do her again?"

"Heh heh. Already did. The next night I put it to her five fucking times. The night after that I made point of walking by her house thinking maybe I'd ride the bitch some more. Instead this muscle boy was there. Remember a dude everyone called Vic who was a senior when we were sophomores? He's Ms. Vic's son. Well, he totally bulked up since high school. Fucker must have like 18" or 19" biceps. Huge fucking chest.

"He was wearing a wild getup. No shirt, only a leather harness. He had on tiny leather shorts that were tight, left his ass totally bare and had these metal snaps on the pouch where you could expose his junk by merely unsnapping the pouch. Had leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles and a thick leather collar around his neck. He stops me and says, `Momma says you got a big dick that won't stop. Says you wore her out. How `bout you cut me in on some of that action?' Hell, I was horny and I never mind a tight ass, so I figured why not."

"He wanted me to tie him up. Dude is into bondage. Hell, if a dude is gonna let me fuck him in the ass, I don't mind playing some games. So I chained him up using the wrist and ankle cuffs and dicked him four times. He didn't want me to stop, so I fucking bred him a fifth time. I wudda kept going but I knew I'd catch hell from my mom if I was late. Black bottoms are freakin awesome, dude! You need to check it out."

Jason gave me a long look, as if waiting for my reaction. Shit. Willy told me that any black man who looked into my eyes would know I was a submissive white bitch boy, and I was convinced Jason was reading in my eyes how much I wanted his black dick. He'd only talked about Vic to test me, to see how I reacted when he said he'd boned Vic mercilessly. I fully expected he'd propose again that I bottom for him. I was ready, although what I wanted deep down was for him to just shut up and dick me without asking. Taking a big black cock was probably not the smartest way to lose my cherry, but I didn't want to invest the time to bottom for a parade of dudes so I could work up to his monster cock. I wanted Jason so far up my ass I could taste him.

But he surprised me by saying, "As I'm getting ready to leave I untie him and he tells me he's really into tall white boys and asks about you. He remembered you and me hanging in high school. I told him I'd seen you tie a dude up and fuck his ass and he about went bonkers. Anyway, he really wants you. I hope you don't mind, but I gave him your number. If you think Luke was a hot fuck, Vic is at another level."

I stood blinking, wondering how I'd misjudged things so much. After my night sucking Sam and Willy's cocks, I'd been fixated on sucking cock and taking it in my ass. I wasn't thinking about sticking my bone in a dude at all. I halfway wished Willy had decided that my punishment for fucking Sheila should have been getting my ass banged.

The only thing about Jason's suggestion that tweaked my curiosity was the idea that Vic liked being tied up. Lord knows I'd enjoyed the part of Luke's boatman fantasy when the boatman tied Luke up. Maybe Vic had some awesome fantasies about being bound and fucked. It might be worth checking out.

We bid each other good night and I was lost as I drove to my dad's apartment building. When I arrived, I struggled to parallel park my beat-up Volkswagen. Where Mom lived, I didn't have to parallel park. But at Dad's new apartment, it was the only option. Even if I'd had the money to park in a lot or a garage, neither of those existed nearby.

The only spot I found that I had a prayer of getting the damn thing into was in front of the run-down park across the street from my dad's building. The park was huge but not the sort of park anyone ventured into at night. For that matter, it wasn't the sort of park anyone ventured into during daylight either, at least not without a regiment of friends. This edge of it housed a decrepit basketball court and a couple of metal picnic tables built to withstand virtually anything.

The basketball court was deserted but a skinny black dude sprawled on one of the tables. By the time I killed the engine after maneuvering my car as close to the curb as I had a prayer of getting to, I had his full attention. As I got out of the car, he spat in a loud voice, "What da fuck yo lookin at, white boi?" With my full attention focused on my feeble efforts at parallel parking, I hadn't actually been looking at him.

But I was now.

He had the blackest skin I'd ever seen. Since every school I'd ever attended had a mostly black student body, that was saying something, particularly since my high school had like 3,000 students. In the dim streetlight, I couldn't do much more than make out the outlines of his body – tall, thin and lanky. I debated for a second what to do, but something about him attracted me. Probably the same thing that had attracted me to black men ever since the beginning of the summer, when Jason had described his big black cock puncturing Ben's white twink ass.

In a loud voice he snarled, "I tell yo whut yo lookin at, faggot. My big black cock. Get yo ass over here!" Welcome to the hood, I thought in a daze.

Leaving my bag in the car, I walked to his picnic table. The dude's white eyes and teeth stood out next to his coal black skin. His hostility was almost tangible. I could almost taste it. Most guys would have heeded the warning signs and got the fuck out. I didn't. My friends were black, so I was familiar with the swagger of young black dudes and it didn't bother me. However, there was something else, too; I was drawn to the man and the danger he posed.

That plus he'd mentioned a big black cock.

I stopped a few feet from him and he growled, "What the fuck is a faggot white boi like yo here for?"

I met his glare and said, "My dad just moved into the building across the street." Up close, I took the dude as being a few years older than me – 21, maybe 22. He had long knife scar across his right cheek and big hands that would be great for basketball. Indeed, a dingy basketball sat on the table next to him and he was wearing basketball shorts. His hoody made him look like a thug, part of what attracted me to him in the first place. Out of place for August, although it was an uncharacteristically cool evening.

"Dat ain't da reason yo here," he glowered, shaking his head.

What the fuck? Why the hell would I make up a story about why I'd parked where I did, next to my dad's cockroach-infested building that was one step up from the projects? The apartment was cheap – it was all he could afford until the divorce went through and freed up some money – but it was cheap for a reason, like being run-down and in the worst part of the city.

Before I had a chance to answer, the dude sneered. "Jeron tell yo what yo here for. Yo here to suck Jeron's black cock. My bro Willy say dey's a tall white boy in da hood who's a faggot cocksucker. He say he shot two loads down da boy's throat and da boy was desperate for more. The white slut faggot had a boner the whole time. A fucking stiff boner! Ain't many tall white boys in da hood. Dey's only one dat sucks cock and loves it. I'm lookin at it."

So much for thinking that the erection I'd sported the entire time Sam and Willy fucked my face had gone unnoticed. Perhaps they were making good on their threat to turn me into the neighborhood cocksucker despite having never touched Sheila again – and having no intention of doing so.

"Suppin' else, white boy. Yo gon bend over and take it in yo white ass after yo suck my dick. Tall white boi like yo gon' look good on a black stick. Look good with my dick rammed in yo boi pussy. Look good with my nut dripping from yo guts. I got da big black cock that yo been dreamin `bout, white boi."

Jeron was eerily close to what I'd been dreaming about. It wasn't white dicks I loved watching in porn videos. I mean, they were okay and all, but I sought out the hard, rigid black butt-busters. The bigger the better. I was hooked when I saw Jason's erection and watched it slice into Luke's lily-white ass. Sucking Willy's veiny pole and Sam's thick brick only confirmed my attraction to black rod. That was what I fantasized about when I jacked off. That and being forced to submit to a black stud. Jeron had me at hello, not that he'd said hello.

I would have been terrified by him if my high school hadn't been mostly black, but I'd gotten used to the talk from black dudes. They respected you only if you gave it back to them. But that wasn't why I said what I said next. It was stupid, but deep down, I wanted to goad Jeron into making good on his boasts. "What makes you think I want your smelly dick anywhere near me?" I said jauntily.

Little did I know that I was about to get my first demonstration of the consequences of insulting the dude. Like lightning, he jumped off the table and kneed me in the groin, making me gasp as I bent over in agony. Damn! Second time I'd been kneed by a black dude. In no time, he had a boney arm around my neck and my right hand pinned behind my back. "Jeron don like no lip, white boi. You gon do what he say. We gon see how much yo like dick in yo mouth and how tight yo white ass is."

I never expected what happened next. Keeping my arm behind my back, he said, "Yo can say no. One little word is all white boi needs to say. One little word." I held my breath.

"Know suppin? Jeron don' think yo say it. It's in yo eyes, white boy. Yo pretty eyes say it all. Dos eyes say yo can't stay away from black dick. Can't get enough black nut. Can't wait for a real man ta make yo squeal."

The dude had me pegged. Maybe Willy told him. I kinda hoped so, because the alternative was what Willy ominously predicted: black men could look into my eyes and tell I was hungry for their cocks. I stayed silent, my heart thumping.

Jeron snickered. With a sing-song voice he said, "Ah don hear nuttin, white boi. Maybe yo whisperin, all soft and lady-like?" He bent close and sneered into my ear. "One little word is all it take, white boi. No. Dat da word. But Jeron don hear yo saying no."

I wasn't saying no. Actually, my stiff cock was saying, "YES!" I might regret submitting to the black stud, but I was taking my chances.

Jeron pulled back and laughed. "Jeron know yo ain't gon say the word. Yo is too hungry fo his big bone. Now Jeron gon' do what he wants wit yo. He gon rape yo pretty mouth an den shove it in yo tight ass an rape yo asscunt. Jeron gon like it. White boi gon like it too." Keeping my arm pinned behind my back, pushed me away from the streetlights and into the dark park.

Like the neighborhood that surrounded it, the park had once been elegant and stately. Years of disregard had transformed it into a scary, graffiti-covered place where anyone venturing in took their life into their hands. And that was during daytime.

We stopped at what in time became our normal spot, a steel mesh picnic table that had endured because it couldn't be ripped apart by the park's denizens. It was far enough inside the park so that it couldn't been seen from the street or the basketball court. We were alone. Nobody was around except a black stud who'd just announced he was going to rape me. My cock was hard as a rock. It wouldn't be rape because I wanted it.

He spun me around, shoved me to the ground with the picnic table at my back. I watched in a daze as he pulled his soft cock from his shorts and pressed it to my lips.

"Suck, bitch! Yo know whut ta do wit da black cock."

In the darkness I barely made out the outline of Jeron's black snake. It was soft and squishy in my mouth, but plenty big. I dutifully went to work on the black pole, wishing I could see better, although there was something erotic about sucking a stranger whose outline I barely saw.

"Yeah, white trash. Work dat cock. Willy say yo good wit yo mouth an he right. White boy want black dick, don' he?"

Jeron's fuck pole powered into an erection quickly. I struggled with the size of his tool, gagging and slobbering. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. Maybe everybody who gave the stud head struggled and he assumed I was merely the latest victim to be punished by his black rod.

"Show me yo dick, boy. Jeron wan see how much yo like having black cock in yo mouth. Pull yo panties down."

The proverbial cat had left the bag when I got hard sucking Sam and Willy, so there wasn't much point in trying to avoid being exposed for what I was – a slut who was turned on my being forced to suck black cock. I lowered my basketball shorts and jock, letting my boner pop out and point toward the stars.

Jeron laughed. "Yo like it, but don' matter if yo like it or not, cocksucker. Yo still gon eat Jeron's nut. Faggot slut ho is gon swallow." He grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat, grinding his crotch it into my face until I was breathing through his kinky pubes. He kept his big hands clamped around my head and slam fucked my face, pulling his big boner almost all the way out before ramming it back in. The fucker wanted me to choke and gag and I was. It crossed my mind that was what turned him on. He wanted his helpless victim to struggle. I gave him what he wanted, not that I wouldn't have had trouble with his big cock anyway.

The dude was apparently horny. Maybe he hadn't gotten any for a couple of days, or maybe forcing guys did it for him. He didn't take long. He rammed his pole down my throat and it erupted, flooding my mouth with thick jizz. I gulped the load down as best I could, my eyes still watering from the assault.

As I relished the taste of his black nut, he pulled his semi hard cock from my throat and slapped it across my face. "How yo like dat, white boy? Yo like Jeron's nut? Yeah, lick yo lips like yo enjoyin dessert!" He continued to slap my face with his dong, occasionally sliding it into my mouth before pulling out and continuing to rub his wet shaft over my skin.

Before long he shoved his cock back down my throat and snarled, "Get Jeron wet, white boy. Yo gon take it in da ass. Raw. Skin on skin. Yo gon have a black dick so far up yo ass dat yo can feel it wit yo tongue!"

His fuck stick powered back into an erection in little time and he pulled me to my feet, wrenching my arm behind my back until it throbbed, and bent me over the picnic table. The cool steel of the tabletop quickly made its presence felt through the cotton of my T-shirt. With the unseasonably cool night, the air was chilly on my bare buns. I heard Jeron spit several times and felt his warm saliva on my asshole. Using the head of his cock, he smeared the spit into my crack.

I was scared shitless and excited as hell. I'd been edging up to getting fucked all summer long, and it was about to happen. The lone streetlight in that area of the park had been casting stark shadows, but it flickered twice and went out, plunging us into darkness and heightening both my sense of fear and the thrill I felt.

Jeron probed relentlessly with his prick, locating my anus and forcing the head of his cock inside. I gasped, surprised at the intrusion. His dick head was bigger than anything I'd tried in my hole, and his prick felt wide and full. The dude was rock hard, and in time I understood that he got turned on by the prospect of fucking a helpless guy. Even more turned on if the guy was a young, tall and white. I was exactly that, and with my bare buns exposed and my arm pinned behind me, I was in his sweet spot.

Moments after he forced the head of his dick into my hole, he rammed it further inside me, breaching my sphincter and slicing into me a few inches. Pain seared through my guts. I cried out, saying, "Oh, fuck, stop!"

Jeron laughed, pulling my arm even tighter and snarling, "Dat ain't da right word, bitch. I didn't hear `no'. So shut the fuck up, motherfuckin white faggot! Jeron own yo ass now, an he gon use it to breed yo like a bitch!" He shoved his prick another inch into me, causing me to grimace in pain.

I was frantic. I could end this with a single word, assuming, of course, that Jeron kept his end of the bargain. He'd made a point of telling me I could say `no' so I thought he would, although maybe in his mind the window for that had closed. It didn't matter. I couldn't and wouldn't say it. I meant to see my maiden fuck through regardless of how much it hurt.

My situation was eerily similar to Luke when he'd taken Jason's big prick. The kid had obviously been in pain. He could have easily stopped Jason. I could stop Jeron. Luke hadn't. I wouldn't.

I sensed Jeron gathering his strength and he rammed his rod another two inches into my screaming asshole. "Oh, God, please!" I begged. At the time I didn't understand that begging him was exactly the wrong thing to say, at least if I wanted him to stop or slow down. Of course, I didn't want Jeron to stop. Slow down, maybe. Maybe not. My excitement and rock-hard cock betrayed me.

"Jeron take whut he wants, whitey. Take yo ass whenever he wants. Only thing yo good fo is ta serve black cock." He slammed farther into me.

FUCK! My ass was being ripped to shreds. It hurt like hell.

"Please!" I moaned, tears streaming from my eyes. I didn't mean, "Please stop." I don't know what I meant. Maybe, "Please do me but softer?"

For Jeron, my begging merely added fuel to the fire. His response to my plea was to go balls deep inside me. I didn't think the pain could be any worse. I swear I was shaking, and not from the cool temperature. "Yeah, white boi. Jeron deep in yo now. He own yo white ho hole. Dis is whut yo ass made fo. Black man use it to dump cum!"

He pulled out, slapped his stiff prick across my ass cheeks a couple of times and slammed back in, causing me to groan out loud. But it didn't hurt as much. The brief moment when he was out of me had allowed my ass to relax a bit. "Shit boi. Yo gotta freakin' tight hole. Dat good. Ain't been ruined yet. Yo ass jus made for Jeron's dick."

I was later to conclude Jeron might be exactly right about the compatibility of my fuck chute and his fuck stick, but at that point I was convinced there was no way that my ass was made to take the long pole wedged inside me. My hole felt several sizes too small for Jeron's dick. My ass hurt like hell and I clenched my jaws, gritted my teeth and steeled myself against the pain.

But...

I was about to discover that getting fucked could feel awesome. Jeron started a rapid pummeling of my helpless hole, and the pain subsided as he relentlessly rode my ass. My erection stayed rock-hard and my ass felt okay. Maybe it was merely numb. Gradually it felt better than okay and I realized it felt, well, amazing. Damn! I wanted it, wanted Jeron's hard cock to pound my boi pussy. I wanted him to fuck my brains out. I wanted to submit to him and have him use me as a sex toy. I was experiencing what I'd watched so often on the internet. A big black cock pillaging a tight white hole. I'd gotten off countless times staring at black erections and now I had one inside me. Luke's fantasies of being taken by black studs had nothing on my reality.

For some reason I thought back to Jason proposed fucking me in the ass. In a very real sense, that had been the start of my sex journey. It hadn't happened with him. I wished it had, but it was weird to think about doing it with him. I didn't know if I wanted to admit to him that I was a submissive white slut, willing to take black cock from any and all.

Jeron laughed as he pumped his hard dick into me repeatedly. "Yah, yo my bitch, white boi." He periodically ground his steel rod into my hole, thrusting deep as if he were trying to split my guts, and slapping my ass when he pulled out. His kinky pubes were crushed against my smooth ass cheeks and his balls flapped against my own as he bred me.

Most of the porn I looked at was interracial shit and 95% of it involved a white guy getting butt fucked by a big black stud. Suddenly I was in my own porn fantasy, bent over a picnic table and getting ramrodded by Jeron's black pole. As much as I watched interracial gay porn, it never occurred to me that a black dude would bust my cherry in a dark park. Fuck, it was hot.

The steel of the table was cool against my chest, but my ass was burning as Jeron plowed me frantically. All I could think about was Jeron's big black cock being deep inside me and the dude fucking my formerly virgin ass. I hadn't even gotten a good look at the monster that was buried in my butt. I tried to visualize what it looked like sinking into my hole. That wasn't doing anything to make my own stiffy go down.

Jeron pulled out and for a moment my hole felt empty. Disappointingly empty. I wondered if he'd cum or worse, gotten tired of fucking me. He slapped my ass hard, making it sting and causing me to gasp, and laughed. "White boy's ass look good stretched wide for Jeron." He slapped my butt several more times, which I'm sure turned it bright red, although in the dark Jeron probably couldn't tell. "Arch that back and lift that ass, ho. Lift it like yo hungry fo black dick. Jeron gon breed yo right, white boy." I complied and he rammed his hard shaft into me so hard that I feared I'd have bruises from the metal table. His dick penetrated so deep it reached a place it hadn't reached before. My own cock, crushed against the top of the table, threatened to explode on its own.

I lost track of time. I don't know how long Jeron fucked me. In some ways my stint face down on the picnic table seemed excruciatingly long as my ass objected to Jeron's intrusion before quieting down. In some ways it seemed far to short; I wanted to relish the moment and savor the sensations from my hole and my excited realization that I was being bred by a black stud. However, Jeron quickened his pace, ramming his cock into me and powering his way into the same deep spot he'd reached before. He growled, "FUCK YEAH! TAKE JERON'S CUM, BITCH," and his dong lurched and spewed. He thrust into me a few more times, ramming his shaft all the way up my hole as his balls filled my asscunt. He must have spurted like ten times even though he'd already shot a huge load down my throat. Panting, he snarled, "Yah, Jeron own yo white ass, faggot. Yo cum-marked, boi. Yo mine. Yo ass done drip Jeron's jizz, faggot. It gon drip every time yo see Jeron, cuz yo gon give it up to him every time."

I was disappointed it was over so soon. Jeron pulled his cock from my hole, leaving my butt feeling woefully empty. He pulled up his basketball shorts and slapped my bare ass three or four times, making it sting once again. Laughing, he retreated toward the street.

I stayed bent over the picnic table, waiting for my dick to softened enough so that it wouldn't be obvious if I ran into someone – like my dad. But that wasn't happening anytime soon. I was too turned on. What was happening was what Jeron had predicted: my ass was dripping.

I slid my hand behind me and felt the gooey mess and couldn't resist tasting it. Different than the load Jeron pumped down my throat, but I suppose this one tasted of my ass. I scooped a couple of handfuls of spunk into my mouth and couldn't resist stroking my dick. I put both hands on it, one on top of the other, and moaned as I slowly began jacking myself, using my precum and Jeron's seed as lube.

It didn't take long before my load spurted onto the top of the picnic table. Most of it seeped through the wire mesh, but I scraped some off and licked it off my fingers, then bent down and licked the tabletop clean. I was a hopeless slut.

When I emerged from the park, Jeron was nowhere to be seen. I retrieved my bag from my car and made my way into Dad's apartment. He wanted to chat while I wanted some space to digest what happened. I humored him for a while, talking about my summer job, basketball and Mom, before telling him I was beat. Not so beat that I didn't whack off three more times before falling asleep as I recalled Jeron's assault on my ass and wondered what his hard prick looked like. I'd barely seen it, but I definitely had felt it. Damn was it magic in my ass!

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Afterward, I couldn't get the incident out of my mind. I was unnerved. Why hadn't I said no? Yeah, I was at the point in my sexual awakening that I wanted to lose my cherry ass, but that didn't explain giving it up to a total stranger and why I'd been so excited by the prospect of Jeron forcing me. I wanted to be raped. Of course, I couldn't be raped because rape is nonconsensual and I'd totally consented – I knew from the beginning I wouldn't say no – but I had a feeling I might have liked it even more if Jeron hadn't told me I could say no. I had a feeling Jeron would have liked it better too. I didn't know what that made me. Royally fucked up, I suppose. If the dude hadn't given me an out but buttfucked me anyway, would I have been an accomplice to my own rape? Of course, being an accomplice would mean it wasn't rape.

I was a hungry gay slut who wanted to be forced. The more I thought about it and relived what happened, the more it turned me on.

Vic hit me up a few days after Jeron popped my cherry. If Jeron had never hauled me into the park and taken my virginity, I probably would have hooked up with the dude, hoping maybe I'd come away with some hot bondage fantasies. But getting my ass fucked had taught me one thing. I didn't want a black bottom. I wanted a black top who'd fuck me mercilessly. Dressed in a leather harness Vic would have been great if instead of wanting to be chained up he wanted to wrap his cuffs and collar around me and abuse my holes. I didn't respond to his overtures.

By the time the next Friday rolled around, I was hoping for an encore with Jeron. I spotted him in the park as I got out of my car and my dick stiffened at the sight of the slender, rough looking dude, dressed once again in a hoody that made him look dangerous. He didn't disappoint, demanding that I get my sorry ass over to his table. I complied, excited about a repeat.

He slapped my face, yelling at me, "Where yo been, fag boi? Yo fallin down on da job. Yo job is to suck Jeron's cock an take it in da ass!"

He clamped his big hand around the back of my neck and guided me to the same picnic table where he'd fucked me the week before. Once there he spun me around and forced me to my knees, pulling down his basketball shorts and shoving his semi-hard cock into my mouth.

This time it was still light enough that I got my first good look at his midnight-black donkey dong. It was everything I'd imagined and more. Long and thick. He was cut and thick veins ran across his tool. It was a massive black assault weapon.

Jeron didn't give a shit if was a good cocksucker, because for him it was all about using my holes. I'd barely worked his cock into my mouth when he grabbed my head with his big hands and rammed his tool down my throat. I responded by gasping for breath and gurgling, but he immediately began face fucking me. He pounded my mouth, causing me to retch and gag. His assault was accompanied by a string of derogatory comments. "Yeah, little white ho, worship dat big black cock raping yo throat. It own yo faggot pussy. Make Jeron feel good and maybe he go easy on yo ass."

The black stud pillaged my mouth, leaving my throat sore. I was drooling spit and my eyes were watering from the invasion. At the time I didn't realize how much he was turned on by my struggles, but they ensured he'd be back repeatedly.

After a few minutes of skull fucking, Jeron shot and I slurped down his thick nut. He followed the same routine as he had the previous week, slapping his semi-hard cock across my face and periodically shoving it down my throat until he was ready to dick my ass. The stud never got that soft. Once again he bent me over the picnic table, slapped my bare buns until they stung and likely turned bright red, rammed his manhood inside me and rode me like a cheap whore. "Yah, Jeron gon fuck yo stupid, white boy. Fuck yo so hard dat yo ain gon' be gud for nuttin' but takin' black cock in yo tight white asscunt."

This time it hurt less and for a shorter period of time. I loved getting butt banged as much as the first time, maybe more. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if he'd tied my hands and legs to the picnic table, rendering me completely helpless. The stud kept up his string of derogatory slurs. "Yeah, white slut. Yo gon' be thinkin' bout nuttin' udder dan getting mor' black nut in yo holes. Jeron done infected yo wit his first load of black babymakers, boy. Yo addicted now. Can't live wit out it."

Eerily, Jeron was describing Luke's fantasy of being infected by black nut and addicted to it after being seeded by a big black cock. Willy and Jeron must had compared notes about subjugating white boys. However, Jeron's description of me was accurate. From the first day with Jason at the beach, I'd spent my summer thinking about dick.

It seemed like the slender black man didn't fuck me as long as the first time. Maybe that was because I was crazy turned on and didn't want the fuck to stop, so it seemed too short. Whatever the reason, he seeded my ass with a violent thrust into my ravaged butt and continued to slide in an out of my sloppy hole until his dick completely softened. I got the same repeated series of slaps on my ass cheeks as he'd delivered the week before. Damn, did it sting! Didn't make my boner soften, though. As he swaggered away, he sneered, "Yo ass dripping, boy. Jeron don fill yo up wit black nut."

Once again, Jeron left me excited and hungry for it, with a raging hard on and overflowing balls. I dug his nut from my crack and slurped it down, then stuck my fingers in my ass to get more of it. I quickly relieved my balls again on the picnic table. And yeah, I licked my load off the table. Not sanitary, but I couldn't resist. After hiking up the stairs to my dad's apartment, I added three more thick jizz puddles to the day's count, slurping each of them down. I woke up twice during the night and whacked off again.

We settled into a predictable pattern. I kept up the pretense that he was forcing me although the reality was the reverse. I wasn't reluctant. I never said `no.' I was a whore for his big black cock. On Friday nights, if I didn't see him when I arrived at my dad's building, I'd drive around the block or even hit a fast food joint and grab a hamburger, waiting until he was there. I worked out that Jeron almost always played ball with his homies on Saturday afternoon and I made sure to appear after the game broke up, when Jeron was still sweaty and pumped up. And ready to pump ass. Sundays were better, because Jeron often hung out in the park. I would glance out of the window in my dad's apartment until I spotted the black stud and then wander down under the pretense of retrieving something from my car. The predatory look Jeron gave me drove me crazy. He gazed at me like a hungry animal ready to devour a piece of meat. Almost every weekend, my holes serviced Jeron's cock three days in a row.

Inevitably as I bent over the picnic table with Jeron thrusting in and out of my ass and his sweaty chest pressed against my back, I thought about Jason and the day at the beach. I should have given him what he wanted. I should have let him have his way with me. I could have been getting dicked by my bro day in and day out during the summer. Deep down, I knew on that day on the beach what I was. A gay slut hungry for as much stiff black shaft as I could get. It merely had taken a roundabout path over two months for me to embrace it.

I might have avoided the tortured route I'd taken if Jason hadn't gone about it all wrong. He'd asked politely. If he'd approached the project like Jeron, telling me I was a slut pig and he was fucking my ass unless I told him no – even better, whether I said yes or no – I would've lost my cherry in the sand dunes or in Jason's bed rather than on Jeron's picnic table. I would have been happier than a pig in mud.

As August wore on and I whored for Jeron's stiff shaft, it sunk in that I'd gone black and was never going back. Sure I'd loved my mini affair with Ben, but in retrospect it seemed like we were a couple of kids playing around and waiting to discover what we really liked. Boning Luke had been hot, but mostly because he'd exposed me to bondage and described his fantasy of being abused by his black boatman. The best part of that night hadn't been getting off inside the white twink, it had been watching Jason's magnificent manhood pummel the kid's ass. The moment I gagged on Willy's fuck stick, I knew I was hooked on black cock. I'd suck any black man who wanted to shoot his nut in my throat. As for Jeron, he'd merely been in the right spot at the right time. I had no doubt that it had been merely a matter of time until I'd have surrendered my virgin ass to a black stud.

So yeah, I was a whore for black cock. Still, the more I gorged on Jeron's fuck stick, the more it became apparent the black rod I wanted Jason's big dong. He'd drilled Ben, Luke and Vid, not to mention plenty of other dudes, and had boned countless women, from high school girls to mature cougars. But I wanted him inside me, turning me into his personal cum dump.

All I had to do was tell him. It was simple, really.

But somehow I couldn't...

THE END...
(AT LEAST FOR NOW)

Author's note: Jason and Collins' tale will continue in a sequel tentatively titled "Gone Black," which I plan to start posting in a couple of weeks. The story will pick up at the end of the summer, Labor Day, when Collins returns to high school for his wild senior year. The main characters from this story return, along with a number of new ones.

For those interested in another scene with Jeron, he appears in part two of my story "Under the Boot" (posted on Nifty's authoritarian and interracial categories). "Under the Boot" takes place several years after this story, when Jeron is in his mid-twenties.

Let me know if you liked the tale, whether something struck you about it – characters, lines, setup, etc. – and whether it brought back memories (or fantasies). Email me at ColtonAalto@gmail.com.

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