This is a work of erotic fiction. The events in this story and all of the characters in it are purely fictional. This story is not to be read by minors. It may include sexual acts between teenagers, and between teenager and adults. It may also contain racially offensive language. If this type of erotic fiction disturbs you, or if you find that you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment.
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Special thanks to Huxley, a reader who inspired this story.
"What the ..." Jammar gasped out loud and then he caught himself and shut up so that the other two boys in the locker room wouldn't know he was there. He hid behind one of the metal lockers and took in the scene he happened to stumble upon.
Rashad, his homeboy and the star athlete on the high school basketball team was crouched on his ashy knees, with a basketball at his side, licking a skinny white boy's ass. He seemed to have his tongue all the way up in there, too.
The white boy was facing the locker with his ass jutting in Rashad's black face. The skinny white boy goaded the star basketball player, "Yeah, lick my asshole you tough black bitch. Lick it clean. Stick your tongue up there and lick it good."
Rashad slurped on the white boy's hole, French kissing the boy's ass as if he was in love with it.
Jammar couldn't believe his eyes; no way could Rashad be a fuckin' faggot! And no way could this youthful embodiment of African American manhood be down on his knees licking a white boy's ass. This had to be a mistake. This had to be a horrible dream.
Jammar pinched himself to rouse from the dream but nothing changed. Rashad was still on his knees and the white boy was still towering over him, enjoying the sensations of having a tough, black teenage athlete French kiss his ass.
Rashad was even holding onto the white boy's thighs as the boy rubbed his ass in his dark face. The white boy grabbed the back of Rashad head and forced it deeper inside his ass. Rashad gagged a bit, and then he just knelt there and took it.
Jammar whispered to himself, "Rashad, Rashad ... what the fuck has happened to you man?"
Adding to Jammar's disbelief and confusion he felt his own cock strangely getting hard while he watched his home boy's humiliation.
The white teen turned and sneered at Rashad, "Dig deep and lick it good. You know I can do a lot of things for you."
It was at the point that it finally dawned on Jammar who the white boy was; he was Timothy Harmon, the division one basketball scout's son.
A thought slowly crossed Jammar's mind, could it be that ...?
Just as Jammar was about to complete a thought the white boy whirled around, stroking his throbbing red cock, and shot a stream of cum across the black boy's face – then he shot another and another until Rashad's face was dripping with the white boy's cum.
"Now you look like a real champ," the white boy smirked. Rashad just blinked and began to wipe cum off of his face but the white boy stopped him, "No, just sit there. I like how you look with my skeet dripping off of your nose and your lips."
Jammar waited, hidden in the shadow of a locker, while the white boy slowly put his clothes back on and while the black boy remained squatted at the white boy's feet. The teenage white boy's jism covered Rashad's face.
It seemed to take forever before the white boy to get dressed.
Once he was fully dressed and was leaving the locker room he turned to the still-squatting cum-soaked black boy and reminded him again, "Remember, I can make you a division one player, or I can see to it that you'll never be heard from at all..."
Rashad just sat there, on the cold, hard locker room floor, his mouth dumbly hanging open and this thick lips glistening with his own salvia and the white boy's cum.
Once the boy was gone Jammar was tempted to jump out of the shadows and humiliate his former black hero, but then he thought the better of it, "If Rashad has a deal with Timothy to make him a division one player then maybe Timothy would be willing to do the same for me...but is it worth it?"
He looked over again at the young black hero's cum-stained face that, moments before, had been buried inside the white boy's shitter. Jammar wasn't sure, but he knew that it would be best that neither boy find out that he had spied on them until he could make up his mind.
As Rashad got up to wipe the horny teenager's cum off of his face Jammar took advantage of the opportunity to slip out of the shadows of the locker room and back into the sunshine of the high school's campus so he could mull over his options.
He felt giddy about the thought that he may have found a sure way to wind up on a the basketball team of a division one university, but he was frightened every time he thought about the humiliation he would have to endure in order to get there.
But even as he was thinking this over he couldn't help but to notice that he was sporting a killer boner that refused to go down.
To be continued...