Gone Black

Published on Nov 27, 2023

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Gone Black - Chapter Three - Football Jock's Faggot

Gone Black - Chapter Three - Football Jock's Faggot

 

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 3 – FOOTBALL JOCK'S FAGGOT

High school started the day after Labor Day and I was back in classes for my senior year. About the only thing I was looking forward to was hanging with my best friend Jason and playing basketball with him and the rest of the high school's team. Most of the team would gather to shoot and run drills after classes were out, although our coach couldn't be there because formal practices weren't permitted for another two months. The team was one of the best in the state and my presence on it was a complete anomaly. I was the sole white dude; even the coaches and ball boys were black. Hell, I don't think the school had had a white player for 50 years. Despite that, I'd started as a junior the year before and was a lock as a starting guard for the season. I was the rare white star at an almost all-black school in a sport dominated by blacks.

I suppose there was one other thing I was looking forward to: seeing my bro Jason shirtless. When we played ball whatever shirt he'd been wearing was inevitably in a pile on the side of the court, and that meant I had endless opportunities to gawk at his sleek, ripped body. Before I accepted that I was gay, I felt guilty looking. But now that constraint was off, I couldn't get enough of the incredible eye candy. The dude had like zero body fat so his awesome muscles were just under the surface of his tight, smooth skin. Watching them jump when he made fluid movements was enough to give me a boner. His biceps, triceps, chest, thighs – God, they were all great. Covered by a sheen of sweat, his body was mouthwatering.

And yeah, on more than one occasion I fantasized about licking off every drop of that sweat and then worshipping his big fuck tool with my mouth and letting him pound my ass until he was covered with sweat again. Which of course meant I'd have to repeat the process until Jason's balls were empty and my ass was full. I'd only seen his big black python erect once, but it was sight I would never forget. Never forget and never stop fantasizing about.

Right before lunch on the first day of classes, I was dropping off a couple of books at my locker and dreading an afternoon of classes when a bare, muscular black arm appeared on the locker next to mine. I expected Jason or one of my basketball buddies but was taken aback when I turned and saw D'Marcus smirking at me.

He looked different from the last time I'd seen him. On Friday night – more precisely, early Saturday morning – the stuffy bedroom where he fucked my brains out had been dimly lit, and he'd been on his back as I snuck out, his smooth skin damp with sweat and his big prick nestled between his muscular thighs, still enthralling and looking massive and fat even though it was soft. Today he wasn't naked, his face wasn't sweaty, and his cock wasn't exposed. Rather than the peaceful look he'd had while he slept, he was leering at me.

In the full light of day, his smooth face looked even younger than it had Friday night. I don't think he shaved yet. But damn did the dude have an awesome, muscle-packed body. He was wearing a tank top that highlighted his bulging shoulder muscles and enormous biceps. And yeah, he had that fucking amazing, beer-can cock. I couldn't resist letting my eyes drift down to his package to see if it was as humongous as I remembered it. It was, even though it was stuffed in a pair of loose shorts. I let my gaze linger on it for way too long.

He leaned close to me, his eyes blazing, and gave me an arrogant sneer. "Well, well, well. My first day of high school as a freshman and what do I find? A white boi who's damn good at taking black dick."

I swallowed, too stunned to answer.

He wasn't done gloating. "A white boi who's damn good at taking it in his mouth. Taking jizz down his throat. Taking cock up his tight asshole. Taking loads of cum in his boi pussy. Taking it from a whole room of bros. Sure gonna be nice to have a faggot slut ready to eat my nut and take it in the ass whenever I wanna dump a load. Ain't that right, ho?" All I could think about was Booker telling me on Friday night that my name was `faggot ho cocksucking bitch' – ho for short – and if anyone called me `ho' I had to answer. As if to punctuate his statement, D'Marcus flashed a big smile and reached down and grabbed his package. I couldn't breathe.

Shit. Anybody within earshot could hear him. I'd sucked and taken it up the ass from a parade of black cocks last Friday night but wasn't ready for the entire school to know what I was. To top that off, while I figured D'Marcus and Keon were young on Friday, the fact that I now knew D'Marcus was a freshman brought that home his youth in a stomach-churning way. I snorted and replied, "I don't know what you're fucking talking about, dude."

Not one of my better moments. In fact, downright pathetic. I was claiming ignorance about an event that would be seared in my memory for life.

D'Marcus' face hardened and it crossed my mind that he'd slug me. During the Friday night fuck fest, I sensed that violence was barely below the surface with him. I had no desire to feel the force of his fist, propelled by his massive muscles. Broken jaw? Maybe. Expelled for fighting? Probably.

His voice turned angry and threatening, "Like hell you don't, white boi. I bred yo tight ass all night long Friday and I'll breed it again whenever the fuck I want to. Yo asscunt made to take black cock, an you gonna take mine whenever I damn well please. Be a nice little faggot and tell me that you're hungry for my dick, `cuz I know you are."

I knew it too but wasn't about to admit it. My mind raced as we stared at each other for a long minute in an impasse. I terrified someone would find out that his huge tool had spent a good portion of Friday night in my holes. Offsetting that fear was the excitement I felt about the chance to have it happen again. Maybe my memory of D'Marcus' rod had been distorted because it was late and well over a dozen men had done me that night, but his cock stood out in my mind and the thought of getting up close and personal with it again was mouthwatering. For a moment, I feared he might walk away and I'd lose the chance to see it, touch it and taste it and regret missing the opportunity to service his beer can again.

I blinked first, figuratively speaking. I started to tell him what he wanted to hear – that I was hungry for his dick – but some dudes I knew passed by in the hallway at that moment and I interrupted myself in midsentence. Rather than "Yeah, I'm hungry for your cock," I blurted, "Yeah, I'm hungry." It was loud enough for my friends to hear and they no doubt assumed I was talking about lunch, not black cock.

D'Marcus took my answer as sarcasm. He was apparently still angry about my earlier denial and he became even more pissed. The dude wanted to make me pay. "You got a choice to make, whitey. The easy way or the hard way. Easy is when you beg for my dick and tell me how much you want my black nut in your holes. Easy is when you open your mouth wide and my cock sinks into your pretty red lips and you suck it. Easy is when you pull your panties down to your ankles, bend over, spread your tight white ass crack and beg me to buttfuck you and seed your pussy. Easy is when I give you what you want and fuck you until you're squealing like a little girl.

"Hard I like better. Lots better. Hard is when you don't beg for it. Hard is when I beat the crap out of you until you're pleading for me to stop. Hard is when I ram it in your tight, white boi pussy and don't stop until your ass is ruined. Hard is when I take what I want on my terms. Either way my fuck stick is gonna be so far up your asshole that you'll taste it. I'm gonna breed you like a bitch ho. You choose." He raised his hands in the air as he said, "Easy?" and then made a fist and slammed it into his palm and said, "Or hard?"

I was totally hungry for D'Marcus' dick and had no problem with him putting it into my asshole again. But was paralyzed, not knowing how to answer. If Jeron had been confronting me, I would have made a show of resisting. Not resisting too much of course. With D'Marcus I wasn't sure. Did he want to feel like he was forcing me, like Jeron? Or did he want me to confess I was hungry for black cock? I had no desire to have the dude beat the crap out of me, but I also didn't want him to leave.

Some students passing by and glancing at us made me suddenly cautious. What if D'Marcus blabbed that I was a whore for his cock? There was also the inconvenient fact of the kid's age. I was happy to get used by older black studs like Jeron or Willy or even Booker, but I wasn't keen about a black punk schoolboy doing the honors. Yeah he'd done me repeatedly on Friday night, but while I knew he was young, I didn't realize how young. Fuck, he was a freshman, which meant he was only 15 or maybe 16. Of course, he had the body of man ten years older, and there was no doubt his black beer was fully mature. He fucked like a jaded veteran.

I didn't respond, and D'Marcus took my indecision for an admission that I wanted it. He laughed. "Your pretty blue eyes say it all, ho. You want it. You want it so fucking bad that you're gonna worship my big dick cuz you know it rules you. I think I just found me my own personal bitch boi. Boy who done gone black and can't go back if he want to."

Fuck. He wasn't the first black man to claim he could tell I was a faggot hungry for black cock just by looking at me. And those two words, `bitch boi' made me hunger even more for an encore performance with him. Whether he knew it at the time or not, I was ready for him to own my ass. His cock has been the last one inside me on Friday, and I was ready for it to be the first one inside me since. It crossed my mind that my ass might not be thrilled at the prospect of taking his fat fuck stick without being opened up first, but I wasn't going to let that stop me.

The dude smirked and flexed his massive biceps. Whether that was to emphasize his incredible body, threaten to pound me, or merely something he did without thinking wasn't clear. His smirk turned to a wide grin. "Know something, white boy? It's lunch hour, and your lucky day. I brought your lunch! It's in my balls. Ho like you would probably rather eat my cum than a sandwich. You find a good place to suck me off. Right now. Understand?"

I hoped nobody would notice my prick, which was rapidly growing into a full hard-on. I took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

D'Marcus knew he had won, but he wanted to take a victory lap. "You're gonna say it, white boy. You're gonna say you want my cock. You're gonna say you want my nut for lunch."

Fuck. I'd already surrendered to the allure of getting his fat dong again. He had me pegged completely. Keeping my voice low, I said, "Yeah, I want your cock."

That didn't satisfy the box of muscles. He had me on the run and he knew it. "And my nut?"

"And your nut.

"For lunch?"

I clenched my jaws, wondering how long the kid would torture me. "Yeah, for lunch."

I'd created a monster. I was giving him exactly what he wanted, and as soon as he thought of something else he could force me to do, he'd be back to see how far he could push me. Three hours into the first day of my senior year and the year was looking like shit. He laughed and gave me a wide smile, his teeth starkly white against his dark skin. "I couldn't quite hear you, fag boy. Say it louder. Tell me you want my cock and my nut for lunch. Tell me you're slut whore for black dick. Tell me you're a faggot ho cocksucking bitch and your mouth and your ass are mine to use whenever I damn well please."

I exhaled, glancing up and down the hallway. Fortunately nobody was nearby. "I want your big cock and your black nut for lunch. I'm a slut ho for black dick and a faggot ho cocksucking bitch. Ho for short. You can use my holes whenever you damn well please and you can start right now. I wanna suck you off. I wanna drink your dick milk."

His face brightened and he clapped me on the back like we were old buddies. "I like you Collins. We gon' have fun this year. And you're gonna get a power lunch today, white boy. From my big balls to your red lips."

Dazed, I headed down the hallway. He followed and to my relief didn't brag to any passing students about what he planned to do to me.

I knew a seldom-used john that was far enough from the cafeteria that it was certain to be deserted. It had the added benefit of being near the gym and the locker rooms, so if anyone happened to see us nearby, they wouldn't think anything of it because we were jocks. I'd been thinking of heading there anyway, planning to jack off during my lunch break because I couldn't concentrate on classes. I'd been horny all day long recalling how hot Friday night had been with Jeron fucking me in the park and then whoring my ass to his friends. And yeah, D'Marcus passing out with his buttbuster imbedded in my hole.

I was nervous as fuck walking to the john, while in contrast D'Marcus was cheerful and happy as a pig in mud. As I suspected, the place was deserted. Judging by the absence of paper towels in the trash can, it hadn't been used all day. It would be a different story when we had a basketball game in the gym.

"You suck off a lotta bros in here?" D'Marcus asked, looking around the restroom like it was real estate for sale and he was considering buying it.

"No."

He gave me a skeptical snort. "They fuck you in the ass here, too?"

"No!"

He laughed. "Three days ago, you were in the middle of the floor getting bred in both ends. You took a lotta black dick that night. Bet you've been on your hands and knees in this john getting it in both ends, too."

"I told you I haven't done it here."

He smirked. "Oh, and I totally believe you, ho. Totally believe you, white boy. Did the last bro who buttfucked you here have as big a cock as me?" He groped his junk and I glared at him, clenching my jaws. He responded with a laugh.

"You let white boys and Latinos bone you here? Or are you addicted to black dick?"

I could deny his first question but not the second, so I stayed silent.

"Yeah, I bet you'd take a spicy Latino bone in your butt. How about a little Asian cock now and then? Japanese in the ass, Chinese in the mouth, Indian waiting his turn? Maybe some Arab dick?"

He'd pretty much covered the racial makeup of our high school, not to mention the area of the city we lived in. It was becoming apparent that denying his allegations only caused him to push forward, so I didn't reply.

He grinned. "But you like black the best, don't you? Bet you never met a stiff black tool you didn't want in your ass." He'd gone beyond groping himself to massaging his thick rod. "Bet you're about to get on your knees cuz you want this, don't you slut?"

"Not here," I said, breaking my silence and heading into the last stall. D'Marcus followed me and shut the door behind him, locking it with a smile. Fuck. I was trapped and while the stall offered some minimal privacy, I was screwed if I was wrong about people not using the john at lunchtime.

He pushed me down onto the toilet and I watched in awe as he lowered his shorts. He was going commando and his big black cock popped out as if it were happy to be released. The slab of horse meat hung between his legs like a heavyweight fighter preparing for action. The kid may have only been 15 or 16, but he had a masculine stud's manhood, built for destroying whatever hole it used. During the Friday night gangbang, it was dark enough that I didn't get a clear look at his dong, and certainly hadn't seen it when it was soft, except when I snuck out at the end of the night. Under the bright lights of the restroom, the kid's fuck tool looked amazing. Hell yeah I wanted it.

D'Marcus put a big hand behind my head and nudged me forward until my face was buried in his crotch. He smelled of teenaged sweat and something else I couldn't place. Maybe a little piss. Maybe a little stale cum. Maybe just teen boy stink. I began to lick his tool, quickly wetting it and coaxing it into an erection. The damn thing really was the size of a beer can.

I diverted long enough to take his big ball sac into my mouth, swirling his jizz-filled nuts around as his big prong rested on my face. I looked up at the stud to see him sneering. "White ho loves the black cock, don't he?" I didn't answer, but the fact that I was where I was said it all. I returned to his dick, wrapping my hand around the base and taking the head into my mouth. His pole was wide enough that my thumb barely touched my big finger, despite my big hands and long fingers.

The kid's damn fuck tool was so fat that I struggled mightily to get it into my mouth. I didn't remember having as much trouble on Friday, but then my damn throat may have been numb and stretched wide. As his bone forced its way down my throat, I wondered if it would be sore afterward. That outcome was guaranteed when D'Marcus wrapped his big hands in my long hair and rammed the last couple of inches of his tool deep in my throat. It was too much too fast and my throat throbbed. Worse, however, was that his move took me by surprise and I didn't have time to take a deep breath. He kept his cock wedged in me so long that I worried I'd pass out. Finally he released me and I came up gagging, gasping for air and drooling spit.

D'Marcus didn't give a shit about my struggles. I think he got off on them. I guess he had that in common with Jeron. He grabbed my head with both hands and began to face-fuck me mercilessly. He couldn't resist gloating. "Yeah, white boy. Suck that big cock cuz it owns your mouth. Suck that nut outta my balls."

The assault of his big weapon left me thinking that he could treat me like that anytime he wanted. He was methodical, brutal and controlling. He may have been a kid, but he used his dick like a pro. It wasn't the first time he'd pounded a helpless mouth and wouldn't be the last.

What started as a blow job had become a skull fucking. D'Marcus kept his hands clamped on my head and slam fucked my face, leaving me to concentrate on breathing and keeping my mouth and throat as open as possible. My eyes began to water and my nose was constantly shoved into the kid's kinky pubes, giving me a whiff of his odor, which got more pungent as he began to sweat.

I feared I was in for a long face pounding, but D'Marcus didn't jam his fat python into my throat for long before he growled and rammed it all the way down, yelling, "Swallow that nut, ho! Every fucking drop!" Moments later a wave of thick boy jizz gushed into my mouth. It was followed by successive waves until I thought I would drown. From the flood of jizz, it was entirely possible that the last time the stud got off was in my ass early Saturday morning. Of course, the fucker's balls were so huge that maybe he shot a giant load every day. It was all I could do to keep his babymakers from spurting everywhere. I gulped the stuff down as fast as possible, but it began to look like it was a losing battle. His dick stopped firing cum rockets barely in time. I had to swallow a couple of times to eat the mouthful of spunk.

D'Marcus kept his cock in my mouth until it softened. I carefully nursed it, squeezing the last drop of nut juice from his piss slit and savoring the taste. Damn, the stuff smelled wonderful and tasted great, and he sent me into orbit when he slapped my face with his wet, softening cock a couple of times, massaging a last drop of sphlooge into my skin and announcing, "Yah, you my bitch boi, faggot." He continued to rub his spit-soaked tool over my face and I couldn't believe how heavy his mammoth tool was even as it slowly softened. He finally pulled up his shorts, crammed his junk inside and zipped up.

He opened the stall door and looked down at me. "Tomorrow you're gonna be sitting right here, waiting for me at lunch. The next day and the next day after that too. Every day at lunch you're gonna give me head and swallow my jizz. That's what a bitch ho does, and that's you." My earlier worry that I'd given D'Marcus license to push me into uncharted territory had proved prescient. But fuck! I'd skip goofing around with my friends and eating crap food at lunch any day so I could chow down on the fat fuck stick that I'd just milked.

D'Marcus apparently wanted a victory lap. He grabbed my hair and bent down until his face was in mine. "You know why you're gonna do it? Because I tell you to. Because you're a slut ho for black cock. Because you can't get enough black nut. Because you've gone black and you're my bitch boi, faggot." There was that phrase again. My rock-hard dick lurched at the sound of it.

He stared into my face for a long moment and his dark eyes seemed to dance. "What's your name again, boy?"

"Faggot ho cocksucking bitch. Ho for short."

"That's right, ho. Who's your daddy?"

"D'Marcus. He owns me. He can use my holes whenever he damn well pleases."

His eyes lit up and he laughed, turning and leaving the restroom, slapping the wall happily and whooping as he went. I was left with an erection that refused to go down. I finally gave up, hauling my boner out of my shorts and whacking off a big load as I relished the taste of D'Marcus' nut and the heady vision of my future. My climax took only minutes and that was only because I edged myself a couple of times.

I barely made it to Chemistry in time. I'd passed on washing my face after leaving the stall because smelling D'Marcus' dick slime during class was too enticing to pass up. Only an hour after I met him at my locker, I was back in class and sorta listening to my teacher drone on while savoring my liquid lunch of the stud's thick, milky ball cream. I kept daydreaming about gagging on D'Marcus' big black beer can. I'd been thinking I'd be able to concentrate on classes if I got a load out in the john, but my trip there only made things worse.

By the end of the day, it had become apparent who D'Marcus was. The entire school was talking about him. Despite being only a freshman, he was already one of the school's jock studs, having made the varsity football team before even attending his first day of high school. The high school coaches had known about him for years and were salivating at the prospect of getting him on the football field. The dude even had college football coaches interested to the point he already had a couple of scholarship offers.

There was something about being the bitch boi for a kid two years younger than me – and three years behind me in school – that turned me on. I was eagerly anticipating a reprise of the restroom blow job and not dreading the next day of school. My senior year of high school was looking good after all!

I did a couple things in the library after school and then headed to the gym. Jason and I and couple of other ballers were hitting the court after classes. As I entered the locker room to change into my basketball stuff, I ran into D'Marcus again.

Freshmen got out of class half an hour later than the upperclassmen, so he'd just finished changing into his football uniform although the rest of the team was already on the practice field. His shoulder pads made him look even bigger than he was already. I pitied the poor souls he was about to bulldoze on the football field.

He spotted me and gave me a smirk, striding over with a swagger and getting into my face. "You gotta car, cocksucker?"

"Yeah."

"Good. You can give me a ride home after practice every day. I can use a ho with wheels when I need a lift." I started to object but thought better of it, instead watching the block of muscle leave the locker room.

I finished shooting hoops with Jason and showered before football practice was over. I didn't have much time to kill before D'Marcus showed up in the parking lot. He plopped into the passenger seat of my car and announced, "Nice wheels." My car was a cheap piece of junk, but I suppose for him the fact that it worked was all that mattered.

He lived not far from my dad's apartment building and directed me into the driveway of a tiny, rundown house. I expected to merely drop him off, but as I stopped the car he grabbed his junk and announced, "Football makes me horny. I like fucking after practice. I need to get off another load." I blinked and he spat, "Git out!" I killed the engine.

D'Marcus peered into his house but guided me into the backyard. It might once have held grass but now was little more than a bare dirt patch filled with weeds. We went behind a dilapidated shack that looked like it could collapse at any moment and he growled, "On your knees, ho."

I dropped down and fished the beer can from his shorts as he pulled off his tank top, exposing his built torso. Above the neck he looked like a teenager while below the neck he had the body of a muscular, twentysomething man. I stared at his ripped abs and big chest as I went down on him. It was a damn awesome sight, particularly from my vantage point. His junk smelled like fresh soap, different than at lunch, but his bone soon swelled to the same rigid, massive tool that I'd had down my throat earlier in the day.

The hunk of meat wasn't any easier to swallow and I gagged a couple of times, to D'Marcus' delight. He liked it so much he wanted to torture my throat more, so he grabbed my head and began a serious skull fuck, ramming his pole down my throat. It was still sore from the lunchtime activity.

I detected a pattern. D'Marcus liked it better if he felt he was punishing me. Normally I would have sucked it up – pun intended – and not whined about getting face fucked, but I responded to his face bashing with gasps and groans, which only encouraged him. It occurred to me I might be playing with fire but seeing him wildly horny kinda turned me on too. And yeah, it kinda turned me on to have the dude treat me like shit.

D'Marcus pounded my throat so furiously that I fully expected him to shoot his load. But after a spell of face bashing he pulled his boner from my mouth and slapped it across my face, leaving behind slimy trails of spit and pre-cum. He wrapped a big hand around my throat and bent down so he was inches from my face. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, faggot. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you're gonna remember getting bred by my big black cock forever. You're my bitch boi."

Actually remembering that particular experience had already been guaranteed by the events of Friday night. I didn't see myself forgetting his fat prick anytime soon. He pulled me to my feet and bent me over a high workbench, jerking my shorts and underwear down to my ankles and slapping my bare buns hard enough that they stung. He did the spit and split trick Jeron was so adept at – spit into my hole a couple of times and split my crack with his wet fuck pole. He probed for the entrance to my ass and forced his hard cock inside, causing me to gasp and suck in my breath.

I knew it would hurt and sure enough a stab of pain went through me as D'Marcus jammed his tool a couple inches farther into me. I let him know that it hurt but, as I suspected, that elicited neither sympathy nor gentler treatment. Instead, the black muscle teen rammed his bull cock even farther inside me, causing me to yell out.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. You took it before, faggot, and you better get used to it, `cuz it's gonna be inside your shitter and fucking your tight ass every day after football practice. I'm gonna breed you like a cum dump ho." He put an exclamation point on his statement by jamming his cock inside me another inch or two. My ass was stretched wide and screaming. D'Marcus wasn't into pulling out to let me relax. Instead he forced his fat prick the last couple of inches into me with a forceful, brutal thrust.

I knew from getting buttfucked by Jeron that eventually my ass would relax enough so that it felt good. But it took time as D'Marcus settled into a slam fuck of my tender hole. He started pulling out father and farther before ramming his cock back inside me, and eventually was pulling all the way out, then aiming his shaft at my gaping hole and slamming it back in. Having moments when my ass wasn't filled with cock helped it relax, and my butt reached the point where it didn't hurt. Maybe it was only numb, but the longer D'Marcus plowed my hole, the better it felt. I still kept groaning and whining, which kept him pounding me harder and harder, but my cock was announcing its happiness with the fuck by getting rock hard and oozing pre-cum. I doubted he could see it, but every time his prick pushed past my prostate my rod lurched and leaked.

There was some irony about the setting. Jeron routinely bent me over the picnic table in the park and bred me, and now D'Marcus had me bent over a filthy workbench and was about to seed my ass. I kinda liked getting fucked outdoors, although I'd kinda liked getting fucked indoors at the gangbang too. Hell. I'd like getting fucked whenever and wherever.

D'Marcus did a number on my ass, and once it relaxed I loved it. I couldn't resist flexing my hole, pressuring his fat prick with my fuck chute. He noticed. "Yeah, milk that cock, slut. You want my cum in your ass, don't you?" When I didn't respond he grabbed my long hair, pulling my chest off the bench and wrenching my head back. "I asked you a question, faggot. You want my ball juice inside you?"

"Yeah," I gasped, "Cum inside me!"

"Arch that back, ho. Lemme all the way into your asscunt." I did what he demanded. Damn. It felt like the dude's thick slab of manhood slipped into me even farther, sending a shock wave straight to my pre-cummy cock.

He picked up the pace, slamming into my hole. I didn't think he could keep it up, but he did, piston fucking me for five or ten minutes before his breath got ragged and he yelled, "Take my cum, slut ho!" Five seconds and then ten seconds elapsed, but suddenly his boy juice flooded into my hole. A good seven or eight spurts shot into my guts. He continued to pump in and out of my cummy hole, but gradually slowed down before stopping, his prick still wedged inside me as he caught his breath.

It turned out we weren't alone. I was startled by a raspy voice. "From all da noise yo making that musta been a good fuck, D'Marcus."

My eyes went wide and I whirled around to see an older black man. He was at least 40 but could have been older. I wondered how long he'd watched the butt bashing.

D'Marcus took it in stride, not bothered to be caught with his dick shoved in another guy's ass. "Was a good fuck."

"Really? Ain't never thought white boys were good fucks."

"This one is." As if to prove the point, he thrust inside me one final time, grinding his dick and shoving his nut deep into me. I gulped.

"This here your boyfriend?"

D'Marcus snorted, "Hell no. Jus' a cum dump."

The older man seemed to contemplate that thought for a long moment. He frowned and asked, "This the ho Jeron brought to your uncle's party last week?"

"Yup."

"Your uncle say he had good hole."

"Does." D'Marcus ground his semi hard cock inside me one last time and pulled out, leaving my ass feeling wet, sloppy and empty. Not empty of cum but empty of cock. In fact, enough boy juice pooled in my hole that it threatened to leak out, and I clenched my glutes to keep it in.

"Dat's good." The man unzipped his pants and hauled out a good-sized piece. "Your momma don't take care of this anymore after she kicked me out, so I reckon I could use a fuck. My baby boy gonna help his daddy out by givin me his white ho? I bought you your first piece of ass, remember? You sure liked getting your dingy in that ho's cunt. I showed you how to fuck bitches right, remember? Showed you how to ram it in a cunt and fuck so they remember you. You gonna let me use your boy ho now?"

"Go ahead," DeMarcus shrugged, standing back but not even bothering to stuff his spent cock inside his shorts. It dangled like a black snake. "White boy's a ho for black cock. He'll prolly even take yours if I tell him to."

D'Marcus walked around and grabbed my hair, getting into my face. "Make it good for my poppa, ho. This ain't gonna be the last time I give your holes away. Tell poppa what you are."

I had my choice of degrading slurs but picked one D'Marcus seemed to like. "I'm a slut ho for black dick and a faggot ho cocksucking bitch."

Smirking, he released me with a shove. His dad chortled and said, "You done found you da best kinda white boy, D'Marcus. A slut addicted to black breeding." He joined D'Marcus at front of the bench. "Gettin me off is your job now, boy." I smelled alcohol on his breath. He turned to D'Marcus and asked, "He suck good?"

"Good nuff."

He turned back to me. "You want this dick, boy?"

I nodded, uncertain whether telling the truth would come back to haunt me. I'd sucked my first cock barely a month ago but hadn't exactly looked back. I'd gone down on a roomful of dicks at the gangbang, not to mention slurping on D'Marcus' fuck stick twice today. But who's counting? I liked the taste of a black rod in my mouth, the feel of it sliding down my throat and even the rank smell of a bed of unwashed pubes.

The man smiled big. "I thought so. I hear tell you took it in the ass all night long the other night, but you spoiled now, boy. Once you gone black, you ain't never going back. Now wrap those pretty red lips around my cock and suck, baby. I know you want this cock." I did as I was told.

I quickly understood where D'Marcus got his dick. His dad's prick had the same fat shape although it wasn't as big. The two had the same blocky, muscular body too. The difference was that D'Marcus was in shape while his dad's muscles sagged and were covered by a layer of fat. Make that layers of fat.

It didn't take long to coax the black pole in my mouth into an erection, although it never got as hard as D'Marcus' teen fuck stick. That was probably good because my throat was tender after D'Marcus used it twice. My ass sure as hell was tender after his romp in it.

It was clear D'Marcus' dad was more interested in plowing my ass than my mouth. He pulled out shortly after he got hard and circled around me, slapping my bare buns a couple of times. "My boy done left your asscunt sloppy wit his spunk. Ain't gon need no lube to use this piece of ass." He circled my anus with the head of his cock once before sliding inside. I gasped as cock filled my hole for the second time, but it barely hurt. In fact, it felt damn nice to have a dick inside me again.

"Damn, D'Marcus! For white trash your boy has a nice tight fuck hole. Ain't been ruined yet by takin too many black cocks." He began sliding in and out of me, gradually churning D'Marcus' load into cum butter. It sunk in that I was getting seeded by a father-son combo. I had a feeling I wasn't the first person to have hosted both tools. Maybe the first dude, however. The others might have been whores. The only difference between them and me was that they got paid.

D'Marcus soon lost interest. He announced, "I'm gonna eat," and split, leaving me bent over the bench with his dad slam fucking my ass. I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't want to see my old man fucking, regardless of who his partner might have been. However, I got the feeling D'Marcus was more bored than scandalized. I'd never witnessed my dad having sex, but from the talk earlier, I suspected this wasn't the first time D'Marcus had seen his dad in action.

It was a marathon fuck, probably because D'Marcus' dad was drunk. It took him forever to cum. As much as I liked feeling his prick slide in and out of my spermy ass, it began to get sore before he finally blew his wad. Nice sized load although nothing to compare to D'Marcus' flood. The dude was panting heavily and when he pulled out of my hole he staggered a bit and bumped into the teetering woodshed. It wasn't clear which of the two would collapse, but the old dude slumped to the ground, gazing at me with glassy eyes.

I didn't stick around. It was late and my mom would be wondering where I was. I wished there were something I could have used to wipe my wet ass, but there wasn't so I could only pull up my underwear and shorts. Actually, having a pair of cum-soaked underwear would come in handy. I could sniff them later when I whacked off, which I desperately needed to do after taking a load in my mouth at lunch and two in my ass before dinner.

I drove home thinking school still would suck, other than basketball, but the extracurricular activities were gonna be awesome. Three loads of jizz on my first day of class wasn't a bad count.

*     *     *

D'Marcus was consistent. Consistently horny. Every day at lunch he'd show up at the restroom next to the gym expecting me to be waiting for him in the stall. I was late a couple of times and he got pissed, threatening to kick the shit out of me. Instead he took it out on my throat, which hurt like hell but somehow the face bashing only caused my cock to get even harder than normal. The kid skull fucked when he was mad, but he had a huge chip on his shoulder and was usually mad.

It got to the point my fucking boner began to sprout as soon as I entered the restroom. Every moment I sat in the stall and anticipated the jock stud's appearance, my tool would leak more pre-cum. My dick stayed hard until well after D'Marcus fired a thick load of teen dick juice down my throat, wiped his cum-coated cock on my face, called me his bitch boi, and left the john with a swagger. It was no different in round two during the afternoon. The anticipation of what the football jock would do to my boi pussy after practice made my prick get hard as I waited for him in the parking lot.

He was also consistent about round two. Despite juicing my mouth at lunch, he acted like a dog in heat after practice. He wanted my ass and was oblivious to where we fucked. He would have done it in front of the entire football team without a second thought. It wasn't that he was a big exhibitionist, but he was so focused on dumping a load that he didn't give a shit where he was or who watched. That left it to me to find somewhat discreet places to let him ram his beer can cock into my hole. A couple of times we used the same restroom we did at lunch, but I was nervous that the coaches would notice us. We mostly fucked behind the woodshed at his house, but when the weather was rainy or cold we took it indoors, although only if D'Marcus' mother wasn't home. If she was around and the weather wasn't conducive to an outdoor fuck, we fucked in my car. I'd drive to a nearby strip mall and park at the loading dock in the back. Nobody was there after the day's deliveries were finished so we were alone for the final delivery of the day, which was D'Marcus ejaculating an assfull of seed in my chute after administering a brutal butt fuck. The back seat of my car was cramped quarters, but that never seemed to bother the teenaged fuck machine.

D'Marcus' house was tiny and he shared a room with his younger brother. The first time we showed up for an indoor fuck after football practice and the kid was there, D'Marcus summarily announced, "Git out, Daquain. I'm fucking the white ho here." He proceeded to pull off his T-shirt and drop his shorts and underwear, revealing his fat cock, which was already thickening. I didn't mind the scenery, which I didn't get to see that often because D'Marcus usually kept his clothes on. Daquain's eyes got huge and he rushed out as if he were abandoning a burning building. From then on, D'Marcus didn't have to tell him to leave. The kid would see us, drop whatever he was doing and split like his life depended on it, looking terrified.

Daquain wasn't the only one of D'Marcus' brothers who discovered I was the muscle teen's cum dump. He had a seemingly endless and everchanging array of half-brothers and cousins, and only Daquain was younger. Several of them followed the lead of D'Marcus' dad and decided using a white boy's ass was a good way to get off when they were horny, even if they were getting sloppy seconds after D'Marcus opened me up. Or sloppy thirds or fourths after one or two of his other relatives used me. D'Marcus only cared about one thing – getting off – and once he popped a load in my ass he forgot about me. He didn't care who else plugged me. It was like I suddenly became invisible and he no longer even knew I existed. His brothers and cousins took it for granted that he'd share my ass and he did.

As time wore on, one of D'Marcus' half-brothers, Deandre – D'Marcus' mother was fond of `D' names – hung around more than most. The other dudes were sorta indifferent about using one of my holes, but Deandre was a fan. A big fan. By the first of October I was virtually guaranteed a spit roast and back-to-back fucks whenever D'Marcus and I did it at his house. As soon as D'Marcus' beer can cock was imbedded in my hole, Deandre would shove his slender dark meat into my mouth and skull fuck me while waiting for his little brother to seed me. Once that happened he'd wedge his fuck stick into my spermy hole and ride my ass. He loved saying, "Hey, my baby brother's your daddy, isn't he bitch boi?"

After the first day of school, there wasn't a single day in which I didn't take a black cock in my ass. Monday through Thursday, it was D'Marcus and, when we did it at his house, one or two or three of his half-brothers and cousins. The only reason the stud skipped Fridays was because he had a football game that night so the team didn't practice. Jeron made up for it because he was super horny on Fridays. He buttfucked me on Saturday and Sunday, too.

I got to eat the thug's ass one Saturday night when he was using my mouth to get hard before fucking me. After getting his dick erect and wet, I sucked on his smooth black balls and wedged my head between his legs, working the bottom of his ball sac. That was all he was needed to give him the idea he should make me rim him. He turned around and shoved his ass into my face and snarled, "Yah, bitch boi, eat Jeron's ass." I protested mightily, making him even more determined to force me. Once I'd pushed him a far as I thought was enough to get him determined to punish me, I relented and dove into his ass with abandon.

Unlike D'Marcus, Jeron didn't particularly like sharing my ass, unless he was getting something out of it. What he got out of it was depended on circumstances. With his regular crew of basketball bros, he liked showing off, so if one or two of them were horny, he'd put on a show of owning me. I quickly figured out my role was to squeal even more than normal, making sure I got in several comments about how huge his fuck stick was. He was turned on by an audience and always climaxed quickly, and after that he'd slap me around a little and make a point of ordering me to service his buds. He liked emphasizing that he was my daddy and he did what he wanted with me.

The other thing he got from passing me around was money. He pimped me out from time to time. At least I thought he was pimping me out. I never saw him take money from the dudes he gave me to, but every couple of weeks, he'd fuck me as usual on the picnic table and then haul me to some bros' apartment, where it was clear my job was to suck dick and surrender my boi pussy to be filled with black ball juice. Maybe he was getting drugs instead of money, or maybe he was repaying debts. I was excited by the spontaneity those trips offered, not to mention the reliably stiff parade of black cock I serviced.

D'Marcus and Jeron were a weird pairing. Jeron was older, so it wasn't quite as humiliating as it was with D'Marcus when they used me as their bitch. Jeron made up for it, though, by being more sadistic, knocking me around for no good reason. It wasn't much – a few slaps and an occasional knee. I took worse hits on the basketball court. He mostly liked talking about beating the crap out of me rather than actually doing it. Still, he never stopped viewing his cock as a weapon designed to pummel me and reduce my ass to a gaping hole.

Over time I began to accept the weird relationship between pain and pleasure. Both studs' thick cocks hurt like hell when they entered me, but the more it happened, the more I looked forward to it. I got better about relaxing my ass, eager to get to that miraculous moment when the pain morphed into pleasure and I hoped my ass would be ridden into tomorrow.

D'Marcus got off on having subjugated a senior and openly gloated about having turned me into his bitch boi. It was mostly with his half-brothers and cousins, but over time it became apparent he was bragging at school to his friends and anyone who would listen. It started with snide asides and escalated to blatant, obscene comments. His friends were mostly freshmen and football players and thankfully they treated the news as hush-hush rather than something to be broadcast, although it was only a matter of time until the entire school would know I was his bitch boi. The entire school, including Jason. I knew it might happen but, characteristically, I did nothing proactive to deal with the consequences.

Normally, being exposed as a high school boy that sucked cock and took it up the butt would have meant I'd be in for endless bullying and humiliation. But I was a senior and a big jock, so I got immunity from bullying. Sorta. Kids didn't know how to respond so they kept quiet and were afraid of targeting me for fear that I'd beat them into a pulp or, worse yet, D'Marcus would. D'Marcus wouldn't have given a shit, but the kids didn't know that. A pack could have forced their way into the john after I sucked him off at lunch, tied me up and fucked my ass for hours and he would have only cared about me giving him a ride home after football practice and taking his prick up my ass.

Humiliation was another story. Kids could whisper lewd comments behind my back without exposing themselves. And they did. I was alternately the fag, the white ho, the pussy boi, the buttlicker, the cum dump, the bitch boi, and dozens of other derogatory names, half of which I'd heard and half of which were new. And often creative. I endured the talk. Well, I kinda got off on it. I revisited some of the better lines in my head as D'Marcus was pounding my holes. Not that I needed anything else to give me a pre-cummy erection that desperately needed relief.

Throughout it all, my bro Jason was in the background. During the week we hit the basketball court after school with some of our teammates, and on weekends we played pick-up games unless it was raining. He had one thing in common with D'Marcus. They both loved getting off after practice. The similarity stopped there, however. D'Marcus was exclusively using my ass and believed he was entitled to it – not that I'd given him any reason to think otherwise – while Jason played the field and appreciated whoever gave it up to him. It seemed like everyone wanted to give it up to him. He satisfied a string of high school girls, a list of older women and an occasional dude, never confining himself to dating only one. Not that he didn't have sex partners lined up around the corner who would have loved to have him full time. When we played ball after school, he'd split as soon as we were done so he could get in a fast hookup before dinner. For that reason he never realized I was driving D'Marcus home. I expected any day that he'd hear the school scuttlebutt that I was D'Marcus' fuck toy, but day after day went by when he apparently didn't. I almost began to think he never would. Kids knew we were best friends so maybe they were afraid to say anything.

I put my long-term project – getting Jason to fuck my brains out – on hold. I was taking at least a dick a day, which reduced my incentive to approach my tall basketball bro, not that I wouldn't have eagerly taken more cock. My main problem was that I still didn't have a good plan on how to go about making it happen. I had a huge crush on the dude but it was awkward because we'd been best friends forever. On top of that, I felt like there was no urgency.

I was back to my old habit of enjoying the day and not planning for the future, thinking I had all the time in the world. Teenagers always think that. It's never true.

TO BE CONTINUED...

My plan is to post chapters every two weeks, so stay tuned for as Collins' wild senior year of high school continues. Feedback appreciated! Email me at ColtonAalto@gmail.com.

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