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Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 23:00:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris Stevenson <boyslut4oldr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Black cock in the shower

I was running down the field trying to get away from
Carl. We were playing football and Carl was supposed
to be covering me. It was the last class of the day
and all I wanted to do was go home. I ran as fast as
I could to try and get open, but Carl was always on my
ass, it looked like he was barely even trying. I
don't know why I even try, they never pass me the
ball. All they do is tell me to go long and then pass
it to someone else, and when I come running back they
all say "Hey maybe next time white boy."

I was one of the few white kids at my school. All the
rest were black, and didn't seem to like white kids
like me. I wasn't very big, only 5'9, 145lbs. Not
very muscular either, I was never into sports, I
didn't have the body for it. My gym teacher, Mr.
Larson, didn't seem to like me either, he would always
make me run the farthest at the end of class, or he
would make me gather up all the balls when we were
done playing football. I also saw him laugh a few
times when someone called me white boy, and that
happened a lot.

I was still running as fast as I could from Carl but
he showed no sign or tiring out, I, on the other hand,
was about to drop dead. Tim was the quarterback and I
was watching him almost as much as I was watching
Carl, I had to be sure if he did throw me the ball,
which was probably unlikely, I would catch it, if I
didn't, I would never hear the end of it. And then
Tim threw it, it was headed right for me, it was like
a missle. I got into position and got ready to catch
it, then, I felt a hard push, and I fell to the
ground. I looked up just in time to see Carl catch
the ball, look at me and laugh, and then run for the
end zone. I layed there for a few seconds, trying to
catch my breath, watching as Carl toar threw
everybody, weaving in and out, no one could catch him.
Even though Carl was a jerk, he was very athletic,
and very cute. He was about 6'4, very muscular, great
body, and a great looking smile. I watched still as
he ran passed everyone, and then touchdown. I let out
a sigh and then fell backwards and looked up at the
sky. I wish I could stay here forever. But, I heard
Mr. Larson blow the whistle and tell us to go inside
and shower. Then I heard him tell me to gather up all
the footballs and put them in the storage room next to
the gym.

I got up and dusted myself off. I looked down and I
saw my semi-hard cock bulging just a little out of my
shorts, I must have got it while I was watching Carl.
Good thing I'm the only one out here. I walked around
gathering up all the footballs. The other boys
purposely threw them down the field when Mr. Larson
announced that I would be picking them up. It was
hot, and I needed a drink, so I hurried up with the
balls, and headed inside. It was cool inside, the air
conditioning was on and it gave me some much needed
refreshment. I went to put the balls in the storage
room, but when I got there the door was locked. What
the hell now? I thought to myself, could this day get
any worse? I stood there looking around for Mr.
Larson, where the hell was he, he knows the door is
locked and that I need to get in. As I stood infront
of the door holding the balls, my classmates came out
of the locker room. As they passed me standing by the
dorr and they looked at me and laughed, every now and
again I would get the odd "Nice one out there white
boy." or "Way to catch that ball, I had no idea white
boys could play football." I just ignored it as
usual.

I was fed up with waiting so I dropped he balls and
headed for the dressing room. As I opened the door I
heard Mr. Larson. "Where do you think you're going
boy? Pick up these balls and put them in the storage
room." I stopped in the middle of the doorway, and
turned around. I picked up the balls and Mr. Larson
unlocked the door. "I was waiting for like 15
minutes, the door was locked." I said to him.

"I know the door was locked boy, who do you think
locked it." He didn't open the door for me, so I had
to myself with an armfull of footballs. He is such a
jerk, I thought. I finished tossing the balls into
the storage room and door closed behind me. I saw Mr.
Larson with his bag and he was walking out the door to
go home. Atleast I don't have to put up with any more
of his shit for today, or anyone else's, class ended
20 minutes ago, mostly likely everyone was gone, and I
can take a shower in peace. I walked in the dressing
room and to my locker. I heard the showers going so I
peaked around the corner and Carl was still in there.
I didn't look away just then, I wanted to check out
his body, god he was beautiful. I saw him turn and I
quickly brought my head around the corner, but not
before I saw that huge monster of a cock he had
dangling between his legs. Oh my god, I thought to
myself, that thing is huge. Oddly enough, I had never
seen his cock before, I had seen others, big ones too,
much bigger than mine, my cock was probably the
smallest in school. But I had never seen any his
size, usually I showered over in the corner where I
was usually alone. I walked back to my locker and
opened it. I took off my shorts, and my boxers, and
my shirt last. I took out my soap and towel, and
shoved my clothes in the locker, and then headed for
the showers.

I walked into the shower room and saw Carl still
standing there, watering trickling down his perfect
body. He wasn't scrubbing himself, he was just
standing there, maybe getting a massage as the water
beat on his shoulders. I saw his head turn and he
looked at me, I quickly took my eyes off him and
looked at the ground. I took the shower third from
him, and turned it on. It was cold at first, which
made me shake, but then it got increasingly hotter. I
looked over at Carl and he was still standing there,
his head down, and his hand pressed against the wall
holding him up, and that fat cock hanging down, water
running down his long smooth shaft then falling off
his thick cock head. I quickly turned away so he
wouldn't catch me staring at it. I started rubbing
soap on my stomache and then chest, to my armpits and
down my arm, between my cheeks, and then my balls. I
looked over at Carl, and he was watching me as I
washed my cock with the soap. I quickly turned away
and looked at the drain infront of me.

"You played good out there Chris." Carl said, quietly.
I jumped a little and turned my head to him.

"Um, thanks Carl," I said shyly. "But I don't know
how good I was out there, no one ever throws me the
ball." I tried to let out a laugh at the end but it
didn't sound right.

"It's because you're white." He said, now his head was
back down looking to the floor. I didn't say anything
back to him, and there was an akward silence. Carl
intimidated me, he was a lot bigger than I was, in
more ways than one, and black men always did
intimidate me, no matter how big or strong they were,
although Carl was only 16, only a year older than me,
he looked like a man.

Carl shut off his shower, but still stood there, he
turned his body toward me, forcing his cock into my
view. I looked at it and I started to get hard, he
made no motion to hide it from me. He walked over
next to me, and saw I was getting aroused. "So, you a
faggot, huh boy?" he asked. "I knew you were." I
looked up into his eyes, but cast them back to the
floor when I saw he was looking right back into mine.
I still faced the wall and he was standing next to me.
He slowly raised his hand and started rubbing my
back. His strong hands moving up and down smoothly,
but rough in a way. He slowly moved his hands down to
my ass, and started squeezing my small, but round
cheeks. I looked down at his cock and saw he was
growing fast, I saw it pump and straighten a little
more every time his heart beat. If it was big when he
was soft, it was enourmous now. I turned off the
shower and faced him. He put his hand on my hip.
"I've never done this before," I managed, in a low
whisper. "with a black guy I mean." My cock was
fully erect now, pointing out at his, It was almost
comical to see my small cock next to his thick black
monster.

I reached out and grabbed his throbbing black cock, I
couldn't get my hand around it. I felt him throb in
my hand, and I slowly started rubbing his long thick
shaft, back and forth. "Get on you knees." he said
sternly. I did as he said, and got on my knees. His
cock pointed straight at me, almost like it sensed I
was going to engulf it in my throat, if I could, I
could deepthroat, but I never had one this big. "Suck
it boy." he demanded. And I grabbed his cock with
both hands and started taking in his head. I knew he
didn't want me to massage it with my tongue or stroke
it up and down, he wanted it in my throat, and I also
knew what he was going to do once I got a few inches
of him inside me, I heard how Black guys treat white
boys like me once we are on our knees. He was going
to slam it down my throat, and he did just that. I
felt his hand on the back of my head, and he grabbed a
handfull of hair, and pulled my face into his cock,
slamming it down my throat. I gagged as soon as I
felt his black member stretch my throat in every
direction, but he didn't stop. He poared his cock
into me, pounding my weak mouth, I could barely take
it, no, I couldn't take it, he was too big, but there
was nothing I could do, he was in control of me now.
I always heard girls say "When your sucking cock
you're in control, because you got them by the balls."
But not this time, I didn't want to be in control, I
wanted him to use me, use me with his black dick until
he was finished. And he used me, used my throat like
his own personal punching bag. Pounding his
relentless thrust into me, gushing his black cock so
it filled my throat. I couldn't breathe, My eyes were
watering, and I was about to pass out. And then he
took it out of me. I fell down on my side and started
coughing. He turned on the shower and let it rain
down on me, it was cold, very cold, but I stayed on my
side coughing, a little easier now as I got my breath.
I looked up at him and he was laughing. "Too big for
you huh white bitch?" he asked.

"No, it's just... I... I can take it." I said back to
him. I wanted to take it, in every hole he could
think of. He shut off the water and told me to get
up. I got up and he stood towering over me. I looked
at his cock and my saliva dripped slowly off of it.
He grabbed my arm and turned me around and shoved me
into the wall. He pinned me against the wall and put
his mouth to my ear. "I hear you white boys like big
black cock in your ass, is that true?" he asked.

"Yes." I replied

"You ever have black cock in you boy?"

"No Carl"

"Who the fuck are you calling Carl, I'm sir to you
boy." he demanded.

"I'm sorry sir"

"Now boy, how would you know if you like black dick in
your ass, if you have never had one?"

"I... Uh..." I didn't know what to say.

"Answer me white boy!" he yelled, and it echoed off
the walls.

I didn't know what to say so I said the first thing
that popped into my head "Your cock is so big sir, I'm
sure I would love it." He backed away from my ear,
but still with his hands on my hips.

"Grab your ankles boy." he demanded. I backed away
from the wall and did what he ordered. He moved his
hand onto my ass and started squeezing my cheeks, like
he was testing for firmness, then he spanked me. I
was a little scared to have his black cock inside me,
he didn't have any lube, but I remembered that I never
washed the soap out of my crack, I'm sure that would
make it easier for him. I felt his finger go inside
of me, poking my tight hole, making me twitch with
pleasure. Then he took it out, and I braced myself
for what I knew was coming next. And I felt it, his
thick cock head pressing against my hole, wanting to
enter me, I would have fallen over from the force he
was using but he held me up with his hands tightly
holding onto my hips. He thrust it again, and
plundged his cock head into me. I let out a soft
moan, and then I squeezed my ass tight, and then
released the pressure so the rest of him could poar
in. And it did, inch after inch, his black cock slid
inside me, the soap made it easier for him to guide it
in me, but the soap didn't help my hole stretch
easier. With every inch he thrust inside me, my hole
stretched that much more. Almost to the point where I
thought he would tear me, I'm sure he wouldn't have
stopped though. But my hole was able to accomodate
his massive black cock. Finally every inch was inside
me. I looked between my legs and saw his balls
dangling under his cock that was submerged inside my
ass. I reached up and slowly started to fondle them.
I could tell he liked it, he let out soft moans as I
played with them. Then he started to slide his
massive cock out of me, and it felt like nothing I had
felt before. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his
thick shaft and the pleasure it gave my hole. His
balls slide away from my hand as he pulled out and I
could feel his shaft. I tried to grab it but I could
only reach with 3 fingers. My middle finger ran along
the bottom his his cock, while my other 2 feeling the
side of it. Then he thrust hard, and I took my hand
off his cock and braced myself on the wall. And now
he started fucking. His long powerful thrusts drove
deep inside me, fast and hard, pounding my ass as hard
as he could. His balls slapped my ass twice sometimes
three times a second as his cock probed in and out.

"Do you like this white boy?" he asked, still pounding
hard.

"Oh god yes," I said lustfuly, I was no longer myself.
Carl brought out the animal urges in me and he was
driving me crazy. "Oh god, fuck me with your big
black cock, don't ever stop fucking me, oh god yes,
fuck me!" I felt him fuck faster and faster, deeper
and harder, as deep as my small white ass would let
him.

"You're a little fuckin bitch aren't you boy." he
shouted.

"Yes sir," I replied. "I'm your white bitch, fuck me
with your big black cock, don't stop, your cock is so
big and beautiful, please don't stop fucking me!" I
was grunting and moaning at the same time now, his
black monster was taking control of me, making me say
things I would only think about. In the height of
passion I would have said or done anything he wanted
me to. His black cock probed me as far as it could,
pounding me, hard, relentless thrusts, unforgiving
power, he was so strong. I reached for my cock, but
came as soon as I touched it, gushing cum all over the
shower floor, more cum then I had ever came with any
of my white boyfriends, he wasn't like them at all.

"Eat it white boy." he demanded. So I rubbed some off
the floor and gladly ate my own cum for him. "Good
boy." he said after I was done. He didn't miss a beat
the whole time. Every thrust was as powerful or even
more powerful than the one before, and now he was
thrusting as though he wanted to release something. I
was ready to take it. "Cum in my ass please sir." I
asked "I want it inside me, please master." I
slipped "Master" out without even knowing, but that's
what he was, my master, and I was his slave, atleast
for right now, atleast while his black member was
inside of me. I could feel his cock jerk, hard, and
he started moaning, loud and louder, and then I felt
it, his cum gushing into me like a waterfall, pooring
into me, giving me his seed. It felt so warm inside
me, I loved having his juice deep in me. He jerked
his cock over and over again making sure he squeezed
every drop out of it. Then he slowly slid it out of
me. I fell over on my side, I barely had the energy
to breath. I looked up at him, and he looked back
down at me. His cock slowly softening, but still
remaining incredibley huge.

"I'll see you in here tomorrow white boy." Then he
turned on the shower and left. I sat there, against
the wall as the water poured down on me, thinking
about the next time Carl would have me in here.

 
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