My White Bully -- 2
After sucking off Matt again and swallowing his thick load, he kicked me out of his car and made me walk the rest of the way home. He knew how close I was to it, though.
Nathan had questions about where I had been as he and I would sometimes hang out and go biking or play video games. I just brushed them off and avoided revealing anything.
That night, I jerked off three times to having given Matt two blow jobs. I recalled how it felt when his dick was down my throat and he shot his load. How he held my head down and fed me the first and second loads of cum. They were the first of many loads I would take from him...and others.
While walking to the bus stop that morning, Matt drove up and told me to get in; that he needed to use my nigger throat to dump a load again. I normally hang out with Nathan so I knew this would lead to questions later on.
I obeyed and gave Matt another blowjob. He dropped me off before making it school though.
During lunch, the dreaded questions from Nathan began to fly.
Where were you this morning?
How did you get to school?
Why did you show up on foot?
I lived 10 miles from school so Nathan knew that there was no way that I walked the entire way. I didn't want to lie to him so I just told him not to worry about it, but he knew I was hiding something.
In the meantime, I was blowing Matt twice, sometimes three times a day after semi-begging him to let me. With the conservative state we were growing up in it was difficult to find girls that were willing to sleep with any guy without the expectation of kids and marriage. I still had to endure his bullying. It didn't get any worse, but didn't get any better either. I like to think it was all worth it.
Matt quickly got tired of getting blowjobs in his car. I told him that we could use my place if he came over right after school. The first time he did set a new tone for my servitude to him.
He sat on the end of my bed in just his boxer briefs with his legs wide open and me on my knees in front of him. It was after a particularly hard day of being called a faggot, getting hit and picking up my books.
"What are you willing to do to get me to let you blow me again, nigger?" he asked.
A lot of things flooded through my mind. I looked at his feet.
He followed my eyes and scoffed. "Really? You would make out with my feet?"
I nodded. He brought one of his feet up and rubbed it all over my face. I took hold of it and supported its weight so he wouldn't have to. I began to lick all over it; sucking his toes, tongue massaging the heel, really fagging out over it.
"Yeah, make out with my feet, homo." he ordered.
After his feet were thoroughly cleaned, I dried them off with my shirt.
"What else, faggot? Do something nasty for me."
"Do you have to piss?" I asked very shyly.
"What?! Don't tell me...you want to drink my piss, faggot? There is no way you are that low." he laughed.
I didn't respond. Matt knew me well enough to know that when I didn't respond, I was embarrassed by the truth.
"Fuck, faggot. Well, no, I don't have to piss. I almost hate to ask, but what else, faggot?" he asked.
There was one thing that I wanted to try, but was afraid Matt wouldn't let me.
"Can I lick your asshole?" I asked with my head down.
"I should have known that was next, nigger. Of course you want to lick my sweaty asshole." he said.
"Never had that done before. I'll let you do it, lie down so I can sit my ass on your face."
I obeyed and watched as he lowered his ass.
"Umm, Matt, you'll need to take off your boxer briefs." I hesitated.
"Shut up, faggot, I know that! You're going to smell it first." he yelled.
Matt proceeded to sit on my face and the smell of his white teen asshole filled my lungs.
"Yeah, nigger. Sniff my white asshole then I'll let you clean me out with your faggot tongue."
I inhaled as long as he let me. I even got his underwear wet with saliva as I couldn't help but try to clean them by licking out the smells.
"Okay faggot. Lick out my asshole." Matt said as he pulled his undies down and sat back down on my face. I could feel his warm balls resting on my chin and proceeded to eat his ass like it was my last meal.
"Fuck yeah, you fucking nigger faggot. Stick your tongue inside my asshole." he gasped.
I did not want to disappoint. I had never done this before, but the objective was pretty clear.
I stuck my tongue inside as far as I could. It was a new experience for Matt as well and it was clear that he was ticklish. His asshole kept closing as soon as my tongue touched it, sending a jolt through his body.
He eventually got used to my tongue sliding around in his asshole and then it opened up, allowing me to slide my tongue in even further. That is when he started riding my face; grinding his asshole all over it. The amount of weight he applied was painful, but I had to take it. It occurred to me that this is the natural order of things for me. A white man rubbing his asshole all over my black face. It had to be, because I loved it and I never wanted it to end. But soon after, my throat was filled with white dick and I felt the pulsating that I love so much indicating that Matt was shooting his cum in my throat again.
He held the sides of my face as he squatted with his dick down my throat making sure I remained in place to take all of his cum. When he finished and his dick began to shrink, he watched as I raised my head to get those last few drops of cum from this dickhead as it dangled above my face.
"Now...I have to piss. You better aim it, cause here it comes." he sighed.
I quickly grabbed it and aimed it at my mouth. The taste was not what I was expecting at all. But I took it all and milked his dick again.
After all of that, we still had some time before my parents were due home.
Matt donned his underwear and got comfortable on my bed; I sat on the floor next to him.
"You really enjoyed that didn't you?" he asked.
I replied that I did.
"And you really liked licking my dirty, sweaty asshole?"
I smiled and replied that I did.
"Would you do that for anyone?" has asked.
I thought about it. "I don't think so." I replied.
"Just me, huh. Okay, what if I told you to open your mouth so another guy could piss in it?"
There was no hesitation with this question. "I would do it." I replied.
"Why? Why would you take another dude piss in your mouth just because I told you to?"
"I am not sure how to explain it or what it is that compels me to obey, but I feel good when I obey you. Like, it's what I was born to do. I just feel, rightfully inferior to you." I replied.
I could see him getting another boner. My mouth began to water.
"You are so right about that, nigger. You are inferior to me. Now suck my dick. Suck my dick and eat my cum, faggot!"
End part 2...more to follow.