Gone Black - Chapter 12 – Football Royalty

Gone Black - Chapter 12 – Football Royalty

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 12 – FOOTBALL ROYALTY

My parents had announced their divorce during the summer, but it didn't impact me all that much. Other than spending weekends at my dad's and weekdays at my mom's, my life wasn't particularly different than before they split. Well, I got an ancient pair of wheels out of it and jumped fully into the life of a white bottom boy who'd gone black and wasn't going back, but my sudden transformation into a sex slut had little to do with the divorce.

I gradually accepted the reality that things on the home front were not going back to normal. My parents were both seeing other people and there were no signs of a reconciliation. But as November ended and the divorce became final, things changed completely.

My dad had a four-month sublease on his apartment and when it was over at the end of the month he moved back to southern Illinois. He'd only stayed in the city to finalize the divorce and the arrangements for his new job. On the Sunday after Thanksgiving I helped him pack and move out, not that he had all that much stuff to begin with. It was sad to see him go and his departure was a concrete reminder that my family life had changed forever. He'd invited me to move with him to Illinois, but that wasn't happening. Even ignoring the fact I'd have to change high schools halfway through my senior year, I couldn't see myself in southern Illinois. A city boy who grew up in the ghetto going small-town Midwestern? I don't think so. Among other things, dad's town was lily white, and I wasn't about to give up black cock.

Not being at my dad's on weekends had an immediate impact on my sex life. I no longer saw Jeron. With the weather turning cold, he wasn't hanging in the park all that much anyway, and when he was there and bent me over the picnic table, rammed his manhood up my ass and fucked my brains out, it wasn't that great because I fucking froze to death. I'd be shivering by the time I made it to my dad's apartment and I swear once or twice I had frozen Jeron jizz on the backs of my legs. Iced sperm is tasty, though.

That wasn't the only change in my sex life. My job of driving D'Marcus home every day after school – and bending over so he could slam his fat prick into my boi pussy and ride me like a cheap ho – came to a close, a casualty of the end of football season. Ironically I helped him find a successor chauffeur and go-to cum dump.

The football team's final game was early in December and we lost in the playoffs, although even making them in the first place was a minor miracle because we were a basketball school, not a football school. The team's rare success was in no small part due to D'Marcus terrorizing opposing quarterbacks and demolishing opposing running backs. He also leveled plenty of wide receivers who were unfortunate enough to run a route over the middle.

The school had a pep rally for the team on the Monday after the game, and afterward the players turned in their uniforms. D'Marcus was waiting for me after basketball practice. He and I were walking to my car when Luke appeared. I'd scarcely talked to him since I buttfucked him during the summer. However, he'd parked his car – an expensive European sedan – right next to my clunker. I was immediately suspicious as to why he was at school so late. Only jocks had reason to be in the parking lot at that hour, and while Luke had the body for some sports – gymnastics or swimming maybe – he'd never been remotely interested in them.

He gave me a big, shit-eating grin and said, "Hey, Collins, good to see you. It's been a while!" He hugged me, acting like we were best buds. The kid still looked as innocent as ever, with his wavy, dark blond hair, pale white skin and pouty red lips. Jason and I knew better, although I suspect nobody would have believed us if we spilled the beans about how the cock whore loved being knocked around, tied up and butt-bred by stiff shafts.

Luke gave D'Marcus a coy look. "Introduce me to your friend, Collins!"

His stunt was totally lame. Luke obviously knew who D'Marcus was; everybody in the school did, a consequence of his football stardom. Virtually everybody in the school also knew that he'd turned me into his personal cum dump.

I immediately grasped what Luke was up to. He was making a play to get a taste of D'Marcus' fat fuck stick. I was okay with it. After Jason took me in the locker room shower and commenced breeding my ass at every opportunity, he'd been pissed that I continued to let D'Marcus buttfuck me. My buddy would be happy if Luke assumed my bottom boy role with the teen stud. Jason might even have put Luke up to it, although it wasn't like him to do any plotting. Regardless, the timing was perfect. With football practice over, D'Marcus wouldn't be hanging around after school was out. My days of ferrying him home and surrendering my ass after practice were history. Today was likely the last day it would happen. I don't think either of us had focused on that, but as I stood in the parking lot, I had a sudden idea. Probably the same idea Luke had.

"Luke, this is D'Marcus. D'Marcus, Luke." The black jock looked annoyed, but I was about to make his day. "So, D'Marcus, Luke here went black and will never go back. Happens to white boys. You know that. He loves sucking on thick black rods, loves taking black poles in his ass even more, and especially loves when he gets roughed up by black studs. Gets a hard on just looking at a rope and can take whatever black thugs dish out. He's been trained by the best. Isn't that right Lukie?"

Luke blinked, looking stunned at my blatant sex talk. His eyes wide, he was like an innocent deer caught in the headlights. I knew full well that he was anything but innocent, and after a moment he nodded his head eagerly. It was, after all, exactly what he wanted.

For his part, D'Marcus transitioned from being annoyed to being interested, in much the same way that a hungry wolf gets interested when it suddenly notices a juicy, helpless prey. He looked at Luke as if he were seeing him for the first time.

"So, um, Lukie, maybe you can help me out. Football practice is over but I still have basketball practice, so I can't drive D'Marcus home anymore. Maybe you can give him a lift? This your car?" The kid nodded. "Nice." I turned to D'Marcus. "Suits you better than my jalopy, don't you think?"

D'Marcus frowned, wondering what I was up to and if he was being manipulated,, but I knew he'd like the idea of riding around in Luke's wheels. Now the only thing was to convince him that Luke's ass was a passable substitute for mine.

It was early December and dark already, and also a mild night, perfect for what I was about to propose. "Lukie, I don't think D'Marcus believes me when he says you love having a big black cock shoved so far into your ass that you can taste it. But you do, don't you? Why don't you bend over your car and show him that pretty little rosebud between your ass cheeks? How long has it been since a big black cock was balls deep inside it?"

Luke stood, frozen. I took things into my own hands, undoing his belt, pulling his jeans down to his ankles, and bending him over the hood of his car. In the dimness of the parking lot lights, his bare ass looked damn good. I spanked it for good measure. "Don't move, Lukie. You're about to have a dream come true."

I turned to D'Marcus, dropped to my knees, and hauled his soft python out of his pants. I went to work, his familiar tool filling my mouth as I coaxed the black snake into an erection. I'd sucked him off as usual at lunch, but it wasn't long before he was rock hard and ready to rock. Lord knows I'd tasted his stale cum often enough since the first day of school.

D'Marcus took over once his prick got hard. Whenever he got an erection, he had a one-track mind. With a bare ass was spread for him, he was fixated on getting off. Luke's boi butt was like chum for a shark. He stepped behind the twink, spit several times on his asshole, and pointed the head of his thick stick toward it.

Although I'd been getting buttboned by the football jock for three months, I was always taken aback at the size of his monster dick. I guess I'd only seen it when he was about to shove it into my mouth or was pulling it out after firing cum rockets down my throat, but never when it was poised to occupy an asscunt. It didn't look like there was any way it would fit inside the white boy, although I knew it would because Luke had been taking Jason's python for years and Jason was bigger than D'Marcus. Well, longer. D'Marcus was as thick.

D'Marcus showed no mercy, jamming it into Luke's fuck hole, forcing a strangled scream out of the boy. The kid instinctively flexed his arms and reached forward as if he might try to climb over his car to get away, but I knew that was the last thing on the slut boy's mind.

I was surprised that D'Marcus' fat beer can prick fit even inside the pale twink butt and also surprised at how vicious the buttfuck was, despite having been on the receiving end of D'Marcus' brutal fucks for months. D'Marcus rammed the kid so hard that he slid around on the hood of his car and at one point D'Marcus put his elbow into the small of the kid's back to keep him still. Luke's waist was about the size of one of D'Marcus' thighs. Watching the stud pull out and then slam his slick stick back into Luke was like a live porn film.

D'Marcus pounded Luke's poor hole like he was intent on puncturing the boy's guts. He was a battering ram, pummeling the helpless twink repeatedly. Luke was a trooper, taking it all and never complaining. He couldn't help but flinch as D'Marcus rammed into him with all his strength, but who wouldn't? It wasn't long before the kid began whimpering and whispering, "Fuck me! Fuck that ass!" Both dudes were loving it.

I somewhat regretted that Luke was getting drilled by the D'Marcus dong rather than me. But I had a better prize to look forward to. Jason's mom had invited me for dinner, and I knew afterward he'd propose that we study in his room. I also knew that the only things we'd be studying were different positions to do it. He'd buttfuck me until my hole was sore and overflowing with his thick sperm.

I was enjoying the live porn show, but D'Marcus sped up, ramming his tool into Luke rapidly and sure enough, he shot. He thrust into the boy one final time, lifting Luke's feet off the ground and firing his wad into the kid's tight fuck chute. Luke was impaled on black dick, supported and held off the ground by nothing more than a fat fuck stick. I guess I'd never seen D'Marcus' glutes before, but flexed tight as he shot, they were awesome.

Once his cock stopped firing, he pulled out and wiped his slimy tool on Luke's ass cheeks as some of his load dripped out of the white boy's ravaged hole. I was tempted to drop to my knees and clean the thick prick with my mouth. Well, more than tempted. That would normally have been Luke's job, but the kid was still recovering, so I did the honors, gobbling down the football stud's softening shaft and getting my second taste of the day of his thick boi cream. Luke must have cleanout out his ass in hopes of getting a dick in it, because I didn't taste any of his ass juices, not that that would have stopped me. I did love the football jock's thick meat.

When I'd washed his cock, D'Marcus pulled up his jeans and slapped Luke's bare ass with his hand. He seemed to like the sound or the bright red imprint he left, or both, so he did it a couple of more times and spat, "Git in the fucking car and drive, bitch. I'm gonna bone you again when I get home." Apparently he'd concluded Luke's tight twink pussy was an adequate substitute for my boi hole.

D'Marcus circled around to the passenger side but thought better of it and got in the back seat instead. He'd never done that in my car, but then unlike Luke, I didn't have an expensive sedan that could pass for something a car service would use.

Luke pulled himself up, sliding on his underwear and jeans over his bright red ass cheeks. The kid turned to me and gave me a blank look that suggested he was partly in shock and fully in lust. I swear he had stars in his eyes. He then reached up and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Collins. You're the best!"

I watched them drive off with a mixture of satisfaction and regret. I was glad Luke was so happy, although he might not be so happy when D'Marcus subjected him to another brutal buttfuck and then turned him over to his array of half-brothers and cousins for more of the same. Hell, who was I kidding? Luke would eat it up. As for the regret, I'm miss bending over and feeling the football jock's beer can cock penetrate me and ride me like a bitch, but I liked giving it up to Jason more. It wasn't like I wouldn't have the football jock's manhood inside me. D'Marcus would still expect me to suck him off every day at lunch and maybe he'd decide that a midday romp in my ass was what he wanted since he didn't have to save his energy for football practice.

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Without Jeron or D'Marcus breeding my ass, I settled into a pattern of giving it up constantly to Jason. During the week he bred me wherever happened to be convenient. Sometimes at school after basketball practice, sometimes in the backseat of my car, and sometimes at his or my house when we were supposedly studying or watching basketball. I puzzled over his sudden disinterest in his army of girlfriends – not that I was complaining – but he passed it off, saying he was concentrating on basketball. I had no doubt the fact that I was using my abused asshole to relieve the pressure on his balls had a lot to do with it. I was happy.

Jason's mom knew my mom's work schedule, and she often invited me to stay for dinner on weekends and when my mom was working late. Mom appreciated the gesture, although I doubt she realized that Jason was treating me as a before-dinner snack and an after-dinner dessert. Actually, Julius was probably doing the same thing to her every night, although I doubt he was good for four or five loads like Jason was.

I was in a great routine, but it didn't last long. On the heels of bidding my dad goodbye, my mom dropped a bombshell. She announced Julius had made her an offer on the house that she couldn't refuse. He'd pay her considerably more than it was worth, and we'd move in with him. All of that would happen before the end of the year.

I couldn't believe it. Julius lived on the other side of the city, which meant I'd have to transfer schools when second semester started in January. The rest of my senior year was shot.

I was pissed. Why couldn't she have waited six months until school was over in June? I blamed Julius. She thought he was being incredibly generous. I thought he'd bribed her. She thought she was doing me a favor because I'd graduate from a more prestigious high school. I didn't give a shit about that. Indeed, the new school's basketball team was shit. I bitched and complained but got nowhere. I went sullen, but she hardly noticed. She was focused on nothing but living in Julius' big mansion, and I was fucked.

My hopes for the basketball season were going up in smoke. Not only would I have to join a new team and get used to a different coach and different players – even though we'd be a third of the way through the season – but there would be no hopes of a state basketball championship. Without a doubt I'd be the star of the new team, but we'd be lucky to win more games than we lost. The worst part was that I wouldn't get to play with Jason and the other dudes on our team. Not to mention that I wouldn't get to play with Jason's cock, either, or feel him shove it up my ass and buttfuck me into tomorrow. It had been a couple of weeks since he followed Jeron's and D'Marcus' lead and turned me into his private cum dump, and I was loving it. Getting dicked regularly by Ty and Trai at Julius' house would be a sad consolation prize for what I'd be giving up.

The day after my mom dropped the news, I was totally bummed at school, but things were about to get worse. I suppose what happened shouldn't have been a big surprise. It was probably inevitable given how public D'Marcus had been in pronouncing that he'd turned me into his bitch boi, even though I'd now turned the bottoming part of that role over to Luke. Jason hadn't exactly been quiet about how he was breeding my lily-white ass either, and virtually every freshman claimed to have been at Keon's Halloween "Stick your Prick in the Ass" party and shot repeated loads into my bare butt. Most of them hadn't been within miles of the party, let alone my ass.

During my morning study hall, I was summoned to my basketball coach's office. Normally Coach Jackson would have waited until basketball practice if he wanted to talk, so I immediately feared something major was wrong. When I arrived, he wasn't alone in his office. One of the assistant football coaches, Coach Marcus, was with him. Marcus was the only coach who didn't teach at the high school, but the school made an exception because he was a hot-shot former star NFL player. He'd made so much money that he didn't need to work, but still liked being around football. Everyone assumed he was just biding time until he found an NFL or a college coaching job that appealed to him.

The two men were a study in contrasts. They were both in their early 40s, but if you didn't know better, you would have assumed Jackson was the football coach and Marcus the basketball coach. Jackson was short and squat while Marcus was tall and thin. Slender but certainly not skinny. He had a hard body, muscles on top of muscles.

"Sit down, Collins," Jackson said glumly. He was sitting behind his desk while Marcus stood behind him, towering above him.

"I don't know how else to ask this but to be straightforward. Are you having sex with Jason and D'Marcus?"

I felt my face flush and a knot formed in my stomach. It was like I'd been punched in the gut. I considered denying it but quickly concluded that would be ridiculous given most of the school knew. I was crap at lying anyway.

"Yes, sir." My voice sounded sorta quiet and distant.

"And are they forcing you?"

Both dudes enjoyed thinking they were and if Jackson had asked them, they might confess to it. But I knew better and had no intention of getting either one in trouble. I was about to formally out myself as a submissive cock whore who loved black dick.

"No sir, not at all. They're not forcing me."

Marcus was impassive. Jackson clenched his jaws. "I need the truth. If those boys are forcing you into sex, I'm gonna put a stop to it."

"They're not forcing me. They haven't made me do anything I didn't want to do." I swallowed, looking back and forth between the two men. "I like it. I like it all. I like what they do to me." I felt like the air had been pumped out of the room, but part of me was relieved to have the truth out. Most dudes my age – hell, most dudes period – thought masculine studs topped and sissies bottomed. I didn't give a shit. I liked having a stiff shaft up my ass and if guys thought I was a faggot pussy as a result, sobeit.

Jackson frowned and Marcus spoke for the first time. "At the risk of being too graphic, we have reports that D'Marcus is making you suck him off during lunch in one of the school johns. It seems to be a daily occurrence. And during most of the fall he's fucked you in the ass after school, although at least he takes that activity off campus." He rolled his eyes and added, "At least most of the time. Jason admitted that he made you suck him off in the locker room and then fucked you in the shower and apparently did that more than once. Are you telling us that you liked that? That you liked it all?"

"Yes, sir, I liked it all." Jackson looked puzzled, while I couldn't read Marcus' expression. I didn't want D'Marcus and Jason to get in trouble – particularly not Jason of all people – so I took a deep breath and launched into a fulsome explanation. I'd never talked about it and I'm not certain I fully understood some of it until I articulated it.

"I'm gay and I like black men. I suppose it's totally kinky, but I like it when another dude forces me. They're not really forcing me because I want it. But I let them think they're forcing me because it turns them on. It turns me on too. Sex is better for both of us that way. I get excited when they tell me what to do, like sucking their sweaty balls. I get excited when they say they're gonna kick the shit out of me if I don't do it."

"Either of those guys ever hit you or beat you up?"

Both dudes had slapped me around. Jason in particular was fond of spanking my ass. The second time he fucked me, he'd taken a belt and beaten my butt until my cheeks were bright red. He told me, "I like fucking a red ass. Kinda like it's on fire for my dick. Black skin doesn't flush like your lily-white butt." It was an early announcement that from then on my ass would be stinging before he rammed his long black prong into it.

Not wanting to lie and not wanting to get D'Marcus or Jason in trouble, I skirted the question. "They never had to."

Jackson clenched his jaws and gave me an exasperated look. "You have no complaints about anything they've said to you or anything they've done to you? You not upset by any of it?"

"No complaints sir. I'm not upset. I'm glad."

He let out a sigh and turned to Marcus. "Can't call the cops if he won't press charges. And if it's consensual I'm not going to the school administration. Hell, if every kid having consensual sex in this school got kicked out, we'd have to shut the place down. Even the goddam math club wouldn't have a single student."

Marcus shrugged, giving me a mysterious smile. "I agree. But we had to investigate. Given the students involved we had no choice."

Jackson turned back to me and said, "Okay, get the hell out of here, Collins. But tell your boyfriends that you need to take it off campus. No more sex inside the school – the johns or locker rooms or wherever. What you kids do off campus and on your time is your business. But if somebody busts you for having sex inside this building, you'll both be expelled. Use your heads instead of your fucking dicks."

"Yes, sir."

I'd hadn't told anyone I'd be transferring schools and leaving at the end of the semester. Now I'd have to tell Jason that he could fuck me all he wanted, but only outside school and not inside and he'd better make the best of the rest of the month because after that he wouldn't have my ass to enjoy. D'Marcus would be a bigger problem. I wondered how he'd react to losing his lunchtime cum dump. For the few days left before I transferred, we'd have options. I could give him head in the school parking lot during lunch hours. Maybe the back seat of my car, parked behind the shopping center. If it was too cold, the john in the shopping center down the street. We'd done it there before.

Before I left I figured I'd better tell Jackson about having to change schools. He wouldn't need to worry about my sexual adventures after that. I launched into the explanation. He'd been unhappy about the conversation to begin with and became even less happy. He realized what it meant for his basketball team. He looked like he'd been shot. Coach was hoping for that state championship as much as Jason and I were.

I left Jackson's office feeling numb and profoundly depressed but didn't have time to mull things over. Marcus followed me outside and said, "Come with me." He motioned toward an empty corner at the end of the hallway.

Once there, he put two long arms on the wall on either side of my head. I felt trapped and... well, turned on. The black stud towered over me. He was Jason's height but unlike my bud's slender body, his frame was packed with muscle. Lean muscle. He'd played in the NFL as a speedy, undersized defensive end and while he'd dropped 30 or 40 pounds since his playing days, he still was massive.

"Let's talk. All of this is off the record. I need the truth."

I nodded and Marcus continued. "I get that back there you told Coach Jackson what you thought you needed to say, but I need you to level with me. I don't teach at the school so I'm not obligated to report to the authorities. I promise nobody will get into trouble."

For some reason, I believed him. He expected me to come clean and say that D'Marcus and Jason were blackmailing me or forcing me against my will. That wasn't the truth. I'd outed myself as a submissive cocksucker who liked black dick and was into kink. It felt good to be honest about it. I wasn't going backward.

"What I said was true, sir. All of it."

Marcus raised an eyebrow. He leaned close and said, "So, let me get this straight. No pun intended. You like black cock. The bigger, the better. You like sucking it, taking it all the way up the ass, and worshipping it. You get off on dudes fucking you. You're a total bottom. A hungry bottom."

He had me down to a T. I nodded. "Yes, sir. All of that is true."

"There's more. You like dudes dominating you and don't mind if it gets a little rough. Actually, you like it when it gets rough. Despite being one of the stars of the basketball team, inside you're a submissive white boy who wants nothing more than to be dominated by a black man. A black man who knows what he wants, expects to get it, and will take it whenever he has to. You'd actually like it if the dude took you."

He'd hit the nail on the head, but I had a sudden glimmer of why he understood me so well. His mysterious smile made sense. Perhaps he was the dominant black man he'd just described. Perhaps he understood submissive twinks because he'd had them before. Still, that didn't fit, because Marcus didn't come off as gay. Of course, how many current or former NFL players did?

"Yes to everything you said." I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than for the man to have his way with me.

"If you were leaving the locker room one night and a couple of black dudes jumped you, beat the shit out of you, and raped your ass, it would only turn you on. You'd be hard as a rock and excited as hell. The only thing is, it wouldn't be rape because you'd never tell them no. They wouldn't be forcing you at all, regardless of what they did. If they bothered to ask, you'd tell them to do whatever the hell they wanted. Am I right?"

"You're completely right, sir." He was spot on. I couldn't help but think back to Jeron taunting me when he took my cherry in the park. It was six months ago but seemed like six years even though I remembered the event as if it happened yesterday. I could almost hear his words and see his sneer after he made a point of telling me I could say `no' and he'd back off. "Ah don hear nuttin, white boi. Maybe yo whisperin, all soft and lady-like? One little word is all it take, white boi. No. Dat da word. But Jeron don hear yo saying no."

I'd never told him no. Even when he whored me out or set me up for the Labor Day gangbang, I'd never said no.

Marcus was silent as he stared into my eyes. I felt he was looking deep into me. He pulled back, dropping his arms and said, "I don't play with boys. Or men for that matter. I don't play with whites, either. Which makes a white twink about as far from what I'm into as can be.

"But a submissive white twink who's not a pussy and gets off on being dominated makes me curious. Curious about whether you are what you claim. Curious about how far you'll go. Curious if you can really handle it. Meet me at the diner on Central Boulevard across from the park tonight at 8:00." He turned to walk away but glanced back and added, "If you have any doubts whatsoever, any second thoughts, don't show up. Don't waste my time." With that he strode briskly down the hallway, not looking back.

Fuck. My tool was hard as a rock. I'd practically creamed myself as he spoke. My day instantly morphed from depressing to exhilarating. I went back and forth in my head on what Marcus intended. He'd said he was straight and that he didn't play with dudes. Apparently he wasn't even into white women. But he was curious about me. I had little idea what to expect but was still excited.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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