Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2008 14:56:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Charles Rascal Subject: black son's beautiful butt Kyle was sweating profusely, holding on to the rails of my headboard, on his stomach, rocking back and forth so much that the bed was squeaking in that rhythm that I heard so often, sometimes more than once a day. No music I'd ever heard sounded nicer than that squeak-squeak-squeak that went faster the harder he was getting fucked. He was making sounds like moans, mumbling something that neither I nor my buddy Art could understand. Not that Art cared. After all, he had the goofy, far-away look in his eyes when he is about to cum and all he cared about right now was riding my little black boy, my son and my lover, fucking my boy of 10 years, dark skinned, smooth, slender, cute, and oh so eager. And we both could be sure that the towel under Kyle's groin would be sopping with his cum once he got it up the ass. "I'm cumming!" Art cried out and Kyle moaned louder. "Squeeze me!" Art commanded and apparently Kyle did, as Art started slapping the little boy's black shoulder blades and rubbing his head, hard, as he jerked and said, "Yeah! Yeah! Kyle! Kyle!" still with that look in his eyes that indicated he was in another world, a world where white men shoved their big thick cocks up little black boys and filled them with rich cum. Art leaned over, and lay on top of Kyle, panting, licking my boy along his neck and sucking on his ear, rubbing his hands over the boy's sweaty, slick shoulders and neck and upper arms, still leaving his cock inside of him, enjoying the afterglow. Kyle began to relax his hands and pulled them back, then lay his head on them, crisscrossed under him. "You like that, boy?" Art asked, still nuzzling his little prize. "You like this daddy's big thick white cock up that black ass of yours?" "Yes, Daddy Art, I like it. I always like it. Fuck me again, Daddy Art. Please!" I climbed up on the bed, only in my tight white bikini briefs that had been on Kyle's body yesterday. I had slipped them off him last night when we climbed into bed, smelled them, breathed deeply, and softly kissed them, then tucked them under my pillow and said, "I'll wear these tomorrow. And we'll use them tomorrow night when Art and Billy and Jake are here to wipe up any cum that drips out your black ass." "Yes, Daddy," he said, always polite, as he scooted close to me, and leaned up to kiss me, sucking on my tongue, feeling for my cock, and rubbing his cock roughly up against me, all at the same time. Soon, I had him on his stomach. I dipped my finger into the already-opened jar of Vaseline and rubbed his butt, inside his crack, then dipped it in again, and got my entire long, thin, middle finger covered in the sticky substance and found his hole, then began to ease it in, slowly, then back out again, then in again further, then almost back out, then in even further, until I reached all the way, touching what we called his "magic place," and his moaning that had begun with the start of my finger fucking became quite loud and mournful sounding, as if he were out of control. Anyone hearing this sound might think he were crying over a lost pet or a skinned-up knee, but men who make love to boys wold recognize it as the sound of a boy deep, deep, so deep, in the throes of sex. It made me rock hard. I ran my finger across my piss slit, catching the pre-cum that was rapidly forming, and fed it to him. He sucked on the fingers of my other hand while I continued to fuck him with my pussy finger. Goddamn, I was sweating so much! And I could see the glistening of his own perspiration on his back and neck. Who was breathing harder was difficult to say. We were both so into the moment, but we were also both thinking ahead to what I would do to him, ending with the exploding of my cum inside him, deep inside him, and his blowing his own substantial load onto his pair of white boxer briefs tucked under him. "OK," I said to him, quietly. He knew what that meant. I removed my finger and he turned around, stuck a couple of fingers in the Vaseline and then a couple of fingers from his other hand in the jar and began rubbing it all over my cock, concentrating on the upper seven inches and not bothering to do the remaining two, keeping it from my lush pubic forest, as we called it. He rubbed it over my bulging veins, the stray pubic hair, the massive mushroom head, the foreskin that was now bunched up behind the head, freeing it to be the first part of my cock, with its large hole for shooting out cum, to enter my little boy's black ass. Kyle wiped his fingers on a towel and turned over, but not before looking up at me and stage-whispering, "Daddy, I love you so much." Did he have tears in his eyes? It was hard to tell, but I think he did. Having sexual intercourse with him, mounting him anally, was a daily occurrence, yet he never failed to be emotionally moved by it and told me, when we would be lying together, in the dark, cuddled up together, how he knew I loved him because I made us become one body, locked in a deep, loving embrace, when I worked my cock all the way up inside him and held him tightly to me and kissed him constantly while I fucked him. I spread his cheeks, and, without holding my hands on it, pointed my greased-up dick at his hole. I touched it, and held it there, then took one of my hands and held on to the thick shaft as I pushed gently into him. It slid in. Typically, I would push it all the way in, without moving it in and out, to start us off. Then, when I'd reached all the way and made him moan for the thousandth time, I'd begin riding him, our legs intertwined, my kisses to the top of his head almost an afterthought as I worked the familiar asshole, reminding myself that I was the first to take his cherry, then, with his eager "Yes!!", I began to share him with a couple of friends who, like me, were white men who could never, ever get enough black cock, black ass, black boy's cum, and the younger the better, as long as the boys were willing and as long as they were old enough to ejaculate. Whether he was with me or with one of my buddies, Kyle knew he had to make sure he had washed off his deodorant and that he had scrubbed his asshole and washed off the soapy taste, but he was not allowed to wash his pubic area so that the wonderful funky, musky smell would hit us in the face when we slowly peeled off his tight, white boxer briefs or his jock which he often wore to school. (He loved the feel of wearing a jock and he liked to undress in front of the other boys on the basketball team, already in his jock, his bulge evidence that he was more developed than most of them, his little tufts of underarm hair further proof, his smooth, dark, round cheeks so beautifully framed by the white straps and waistband at the back, causing his little buddies to crowd around him to watch him remove his jock to show them his hard cock -- he would pull the foreskin back, hearing some of them go "wow!," exposing the pinkish-dark head -- and his little bit of pubic hair and, if they begged him, he would jack off for them -- sometimes, he had one of the boys start it for him and Kyle really got turned on by that -- and they would stand in a semi-circle so he could shoot his load a few feet, on to the floor, across the top of a bench or even two, to their obvious delight and amazement.) All of us men who fucked him and sucked him enjoyed breathing deeply of his underwear or his jock, drenched in sweat (we preferred to have sex with him after basketball practice, not letting him shower at school), a little piss, and even a pre-cum stain or two. I had tons of photos of him, kept locked away on CDs, in various positions with me and with other men, a thick white cock in his mouth as he smiled up at the camera, nudes of him or poses in a jock or bikini briefs, the white cloth always a sharp, appealing contrast to his dark skin, his white cum on his abdomen, with his damp, shiny impressive black cock still hard, his ass so perfectly formed and small, his black cheeks begging you to lick them, spread them, eat him, fuck him, finger him, pictures of him lying on his back, his feet pulled up close to his ass, knees in the air, and his finger in his ass, fingering himself, a slight smile on his face, with his eyes closed.....the few times he spent the night away from home with a school friend (afterward, I would get all the juicy details of them kissing and fondling each other after the lights were out and how the other boy would help Kyle masturbate to completion into that boy's dad's underwear and how they would turn a light back on so Kyle could watch the boy eat his cum, sucking on the yellow-stained briefs of his dad), I would haul out the pics - pop a CD into my computer with the big-screen monitor - and masturbate over and over to them, sometimes joined by one of the other men or even a guy who had been offered Kyle, but hadn't had sex with him yet. (Kyle had to meet him and chat with him and watch the man undress and then he would decide - it was his call. A favorite "test" of his was to have the man masturbate, while Kyle sat in a chair in our living room, the man standing over him, both of them nude, and the man had to shoot his jizz on to Kyle's face and then swipe some of it up and feed it to Kyle who tasted it, invariably smiling and saying, "Yeah, yeah, you passed this test!" Another "test" was for Kyle to get a blow job from the guy so he would decide if the man was talented enough. I don't think he ever rejected a single man, but he sure did like dreaming up various tasks for them to perform! And, of course, Kyle had to have his ass eaten by the guy, slowly and for a long, long time, filling the room with garbled moans from the man and cries of "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck yeah!" from my boy.) After I had begun having sex with Kyle, once he had reached puberty at an early age (like his old man - I had begun shooting loads at 10, also, and soon learned I could earn some ready cash by letting men suck me dry in the woods behind our subdivision), I eventually let my buddies join me so we had a three-way with Kyle, letting him tell us what he wanted us to do - "Daddy, eat me while Art sucks me" or "Billy, fuck me harder! Daddy, suck me harder!" or "Art, give me that big fucking white cock - I want to drink it!" Afterward, it was a competition to see which white man could lick up and swallow the most sweat off my son. Billy loved to lick and kiss the bottom's of Kyle's small feet and suck on his big toes and run his tongue between all the toes.. Kyle enjoyed that, surprised that he did, as he didn't consider his feet to be "sexual," yet when Billy made love to them, in the midst of their sessions, Kyle enjoyed the feeling very much and liked to watch Billy, his eyes closed, service one foot, then the other. He was mine. I had impregnated a beautiful young teenage girl, selected because she was pretty, she was very dark-skinned, she had developed early (her homeroom teacher had pointed her out to me, her breasts already much bigger than any of the other girls her age) and because she had given me a couple of blow jobs while I finger- fucked her pussy. She was a student at the school where I taught, but she wasn't in my class. We had hooked up one day when she stayed after school and wandered into my classroom where I was finishing up some work. I took the chance to make a move on her and she responded readily, and, in minutes, we were in my supply closet, making out and I was feeling her tits, then pulling her top up so I could suck them, pulling on her nipples, listening to her blow out uncontrollable harsh breaths, and then reaching into her underwear and rubbing her damp pussy. That was my first blow job from her. Not as good as a boy would do, but pretty damn good - she admitted to servicing her father and her older brothers on a regular basis, so she had lots of practice. She swallowed and said those wonderful words, "Please, sir, can I do it again?" I laughed, said yes, and, by god, she did, and I gave her another load. She confessed that it was her third guy that day. She began the day in her father's bed, sucking him dry, then she was joined in the shower by her 15-year-old brother who started playing with her impressive tits (that her dad had sucked and sucked on before she blew him) and then, when they got out of the shower, she had dropped to her knees beside the tub and sucked off her brother who wouldn't let her get up until she'd just sucked on him "a little more" and she did and he sighed and then pushed her away, reminding her that she would give him another blow job right after school. As soon as she asked me to be the first guy to fuck her - she was about 13 -- I took her behind the school, into the bus garage, and fucked her on the floor of one of the buses, laying down a blanket and ramming it into her, while she held on to the legs of the seats on either side of the aisle, not unlike how I rammed it into our son now. Before I took her virginity, I ate her cunt, tongue-fucking her, something she loved. Then I fingered her, and, this time, went the final step, and pushed my wet cock, dripping with her saliva, into her pussy and shot what I later called The Load Called Kyle. As soon as he was born (right after school ended in the spring; I was already scheduled to transfer to another school where a friend taught who said it was "boy heaven," even better than the one I was leaving), I made sure she had good care from a doctor who fucked her in his office on every prenatal visit, after office hours, while I watched and sometimes masturbated into her mouth at the same time. He delivered her at his home, she stayed there over the weekend while the doctor's wife was gone - perfectly timed! The doctor and I slept there and had sex together and had the girl blow each of us, then, very early that Monday morning, he determined she was OK and could go, back home from a "school camp" that I had arranged. She managed to hide her pregnancy from her family; they thought she was just gaining weight as most of them were large, especially the women. The dad knew he never fucked her and the brother knew he didn't, so no one would suspect she had been seeded by one of them. Before she left to go home, I took the boy from her and never saw her again. In fact, I can't remember her name. The doctor saw her for follow-ups, getting blown until she was able to be fucked again, which he continued to do for a long time, he said, but he made sure she didn't get pregnant again. Kyle knew nothing about any of that. All he knew was that I was his real daddy and, in spite of me being white, his mother had been very dark, as he inherited more color from that side of the family. He knew he had no mommy and he didn't care because I gave him more love than he could ever get from having another parent. And he got lots of love from the men who had sex with him. Some fucked him twice, really what you would call making love rather than fucking, as it was so sensuous and so beautiful to watch, with lots of kissing and cuddling before, during, and after; some only wanted to eat him, suck him, or masturbate him and have him cum all over them or blow his load into their mouths. They agreed that he had the sweetest-tasting cum they'd ever had.. (I took pride in that, as that was just what a lot of the men told me when I was his age, after I'd been sucked off back in the woods and they'd given me a few dollars.) Others wanted him to suck them and sometimes they would turn him around and rim him, lying on their backs, his ass in their faces, while he sucked them off. Kyle swallowed a ton of cum, we said, and he loved it. He craved getting fucked, as he was a needy little whore, wanting a white man's cock up his ass, but he also was crazy for cock and cum and was happy to have a white man's thick cock in his mouth, wet with sweat, and smelling strongly of being trapped inside a pair of briefs all day at church or the office or the school. He also enjoyed pissing on a guy and then having that guy take a hold of his cock and aim it at his mouth and drink his stream of young-boy urine. Kyle especially loved Catholic priests, preferably when they were in their full regalia. He would get on the floor, life their skirt-like outfits and get on his knees underneath, knowing the men wore nothing under, so he could service them and lick their sweaty legs and drink the cum. He thought they were some of the best lovers (other than me, of course) and he was always happy when I said Father So-and-so was coming over to have sex with him. They had had so much experience with so many boys, but all of them said Kyle was not only the best looking but the best fuck and that he gave a blow job that was so good they shot two loads' worth at a time! For some of them, he was one of the oldest boys they had sex with. One of the priests, Father Michael, ran a boys' home for runaways, but he was too wise to touch them, as they would have tried to blackmail him, so he concentrated on Kyle, safe and cute and old enough to both give and receive many pleasures of the flesh. Kyle came to love the taste of the sweat of the groin of Father Michael who would have Kyle get on his knees, then pull his face roughly to his damp groin where Kyle would "smell the smells of a real man, a man of god." Then, the priest would have Kyle hold his thick, hard shaft and lick it up and down, then begin to make love to the huge mushroom head, sucking off the copious pre-cum the priest had been able to produce since he was a little boy himself and Father Anthony had first taught him this "rite of confession," where his sins were absolved as long as he drank the cum of the man of the church, swallowing all of it, licking the father all over, and keeping the priest's cock in his mouth until it once again began to ooze pre-cum then, minutes later, after much joyful work, another load of cum filled the happy, little Michael's mouth. And now he was the one to have a boy suck him off. The neighborhood had changed and Father Michael, delirious that the parish was now almost all black, had his pick of dark-skinned altar boys and Parish Boys' Club members (Father made a crude joke about "members" to me) who sucked the big thick white dick and the white dicks of other priests who came by for a weekly or, hell, even a daily dose of pumping loads of "holy cum" into the boys' mouths. But my Kyle remained their favorite. Not only was he beautiful in a physical way, he was so aggressive and so horny and so willing, they could never get enough of him. Never.