Date: Sun, 17 May 2015 10:22:18 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Can i fuck you? 11

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That night I did my rounds only at 10pm for the lower flat.

The two boys were sound asleep.  My guess was they had exhausted themselves
experimenting with blowjobs.  I should not have encouraged this and once
their two roommates come back they will be at risk of being caught or of
being ridiculed if their relationship became known by other students (while
the school has zero tolerance for prejudice, calling someone gay or queer
was still the preferred slur at an all boy's school and a 13 year old boy
is ill prepared for that accusation - preparation I should have started to
give them when I found them in the chapel rather than expertise in giving
blow jobs).

When I entered Rob's room he was awake but in bed reading, with the
overhead light off and just a small reading lamp on which is acceptable
after lights out.  He made no move to either make me suck him or to
humiliate me, for which I was thankful, and I just wished him good night
and left.

At 11pm, I was, as I had committed, standing outside Clifford's room.  As
time went on I went and sat on the couch at the end of the hall.  I thought
about going downstairs to my room and just coming upstairs periodically to
see if he was back.  He was a prefect, after all, and was deemed
trustworthy.  He was also one of the stars of the football team.  He was
the star receiver; when Abbey didn't try for touchdowns he would frequently
throw it to Clifford, who would advance the ball down the field, if not
score the touchdown himself.

Maybe the fault was mine, having not checked on him the night before as I
was supposed to (made more unacceptable as I was giving a grade 10 student
a blowjob the floor below).  But I needed to enforce rules so I was not
going to let him off the hook tonight.  Besides, prefects report to the
assistant headmaster and I did not want to get a reputation of being a bad
flat master that might be learned by the school's second most senior
administrator.

Yea, I know.  What I was doing was way worse than not enforcing rules.  But
I wanted this job full-time.  I needed the money.  And something inside me
knew I needed to be around the boys, even more so since my sexuality had
been awakened.  I liked it here and I was determined to (secret life aside)
do my job properly.

It was after 12 when Clifford came up to the senior flat.

"Sir, what are you doing here," he asked surprised when he saw me sitting
there.

"You were supposed to be back by 11," I said very seriously.  "I know you
are a prefect but the rules still apply."

He looked at me as though I had just said the most bizarre thing he had
ever heard.

"I was at the 'club'," he said, using his fingers to do air quotes around
the word 'club'.

I had no idea what the word 'club' in quotes meant.  Admitting to being at
a club was not a great alibi; he was underage and should not be in a club.
Then again he didn't smell of alcohol or seem drunk (the main reason boys,
even grade 12 boys who were of legal drinking age, which in Quebec is 18,
are not allowed in clubs if they board at the school).

"I don't care what club you went to, there is a deadline to be back in the
school even during a long weekend and even for a prefect," I said getting
increasingly angry (my having sat on the couch waiting for over an hour not
helping my mood).

"I was told you were fine with it," he said as he turned and began to walk
away from me, towards his room, undoing his shirt as he walked.

Told I am fine with breaking rules?  By whom?

The possibility it was Abbey entered my mind but why would Abbey tell
anyone about me.  He was a prefect and a quarterback.  He had his own
reputation as a rule enforcer to maintain.  Sure, he basically blackmailed
me into letting him sign out for the weekend with no supervision, but why
would he share my secret with anyone?  He had as much to loose, it was not
just me having sex with Alec, I had sex with Abbey himself and he had a
reputation to protect - a reputation that involved him being quite the hit
with the girls, he was even dating the daughter of one of the members of
the board of directors.  I couldn't believe he would tell anyone what we
had done.

Clifford must be bluffing to get out of trouble.

I followed him to his room and was about to really let him have it when he
undid and dropped his pants.  I couldn't help but notice he was wearing
only his jock strap from football.  He dropped his unbuttoned shirt on the
floor, stepping out of his pants around his ankles.

There he was, standing in just his jock and white socks.

The fact that he was black made the white jock and white socks pop on the
one hand and on the other the white material made his body so virile and
solid around them.  While only 17 his body was already toned from football.
His ass, framed so nicely by the jock, so round and firm.  You could
already see abs forming on his stomach.

This boy was glorious in just a jock.

Instead of chewing him out this caused my jaw to drop and I couldn't say a
word.

I know what the grades 9 and 10 and Abbey look like naked because I had
seem them in showers and in their rooms on the lower flat, and the older
grades I had mostly seen in the locker-room in their briefs, but I actually
never had closely examined Clifford and had never seen him naked so to see
him in a jock floored me.  He was breathtaking.

Clifford was lanky.  He was my height, though being younger was smaller
build.  The smaller build due to not fully developed bone structure made
his muscles seem even bigger than they were.  He wasn't a muscle freak, he
was toned leave running machine.  As a receiver it is about running and
catching and he had firm thighs and nice arms and upper body.  And ooohhh
that ass.  Framed by that white jock it looked so inviting.  I suddenly
wanted to burry my face in it (something I had never done or thought about
before).

When he turned to face me I couldn't help but check out the pouch of his
jock and it looked like he had a nice package.  Unlike most boys who wore
briefs, Clifford wore boxerbriefs that accentuated his tall lean frame (I
didn't say I hadn't checked him out in the locker-room, I had checked out
every boy, he just wasn't on my radar to examine closely).

Him in this jock = I was speechless.

Totally comfortable in a jock in front of me, which wasn't surprising as
boys have to change in front of each other and the teachers multiple times
a day and even shower together.  Clifford walked over and sat on the edge
of his bed to remove his socks.

Watching him move, so lean and yet muscular, was mesmerizing, as was his
obviously nice size cock and balls barely contained by the pouch of his
jockstrap, jiggling as he moved.  I watched it bounce around as he walked
and then hang over the edge of the bed suspended by the pouch of his jock
as he bent down to remove each sock.

Admittedly I was already horned as part of me had hoped that Rob would have
me suck him or the possibility that the two boys, Justin and Liam, might
want to at least share stories of what they had been up to after I sucked
Justin earlier when I did lights out - and that was two hours ago so I was
even more horned now.  But this boy had me so horned I was actually hard in
my pants standing in his room as he undressed, unable to give him a piece
of my mind (my mind having evaporated into mush and lust).

With his socks removed Clifford sat up and looked at me and said "I can't
promise I can cum.  I already nutted twice tonight, but if you want I can
try and fuck you."

Who was this kid?  Why was he talking to me like this?  What 17 year old
boy talks about nutting and how did he nut already 2 times as a boarder in
high school?

I had tons of questions but the sight of him in only his sports jock made
me speechless.

Then he stood up and pushed down his jock.  There was a large uncut cock.

Any resistance I had disappeared.

"Get undressed," he said, not as an order, just with the knowledge that
this would be happening and it was what I wanted.  He hadn't raised his
voice, but it felt like a command and I quickly stripped naked, leaving my
clothes on the floor near where he had just dropped his.

"How do you want it," he asked as I stood there naked, my hard cock
sticking straight out betraying any possibility of my suggesting I didn't
want this to happen.

I was too dumbfounded to consider the possibilities let alone respond.  I
just stood there naked with a hard-on staring at this gorgeous young
teenage black boy with his big uncut cock, which wasn't yet fully hard.

After a few seconds he got off the bed and pointed to it and said "lie face
down on the bed.  I am more likely to cum that way."

Obediently I lay naked face down on the bed.

I couldn't help but keep looking back at his uncut cock.  I knew now I
loved uncut cocks, more than others, though I loved all cocks, regardless
of age and size.

Clifford's cock was not at all like Alec's.  It wasn't just that it was
older and thus bigger in both thickness and length.  The foreskin was not
as loose.  He was giving it some yanks and it was hardening and as it did
the foreskin exposed part of the head.

When fully erect the foreskin covered half of the head.  And erect the
foreskin was even less like Alec's, it was even less loose, pulled tight
around the head which was half sticking out and looked so red and powerful.

I guessed Clifford was about 7" long and pretty thick.  I don't know if he
was thicker than Abbey but it looked menacing as he moved onto the bed
between my legs which he parted with his knees, that gorgeous uncut cock
swaying in front of him.

Clifford reached into this nightstand and pulled out some lube and squirted
some along my crack.

What high school boy has lube?  I couldn't figure out the lube choices and
I tried to research it.  This boy had lube in his nightstand.  Was it there
specifically for anal sex?  Who has anal sex at the high school age?  OK,
at least two boys I know do, but that was my doing.  Yet this boy knew what
he was doing.

Before I could think about it too much I could feel his uncut cock against
my ass.

Lube does make a difference but not that much.  It still hurt going in.

Where lube made a difference, though maybe that was because of his loose
foreskin, was Alec had needed to pull the foreskin back to enter me when we
used baby oil.  With lube Clifford just shoved it in.  I am sure the
foreskin that was partially covering the head pulled back as he entered me
but I thought I could feel the foreskin still around the head of his cock
when in my ass.  I definitely could feel his cock and as an uncut cock it
was totally different than a cut cock inside me.

I'd never had a cock as long as Clifford's inside me.  As he sunk all the
way into me it hit my prostate and all the discomfort I was feeling having
such a long penis shoved into my ass disappeared and I felt amazing.  Every
time he sunk all the way in I let out a whimper as waves of pleasure
ricocheted through my body.

I couldn't help myself and as Clifford sunk his cock into my ass again and
again I lost control and I came all over his bed beneath me.

Clifford didn't mislead me about probably not being able to cum.  He fucked
me face down on the bed, for hours, well after I had already shot my load.
I had thought about telling him I was cumming and then asking him to stop
once I came but I wanted this gorgeous black boy to cum in my ass so I let
him keep fucking me even though my ass was getting sorer.  Eventually he
said "this isn't going to happen" (referring to his cumming).

As he got off me I scrambled and grabbed my clothes.  I turned to apologize
for cumming on his bed as he would have to sleep on the wet spot I made,
but when I looked at this attractive naked black 17 year old boy, his uncut
cock still hard sticking straight out from his body, I still couldn't
speak.

Clifford said "would you turn off the light sir".  I turned off his light
and exited his room completely naked.  I was in such in a hurry to get back
to my room I ran down the flight of stairs, down the hall and into my room
holding my clothes clutched to my chest.

I had gone from reprimanding him to letting him plow my ass for hours and
then scampering away.  What was going on now?  And what did he mean by what
he had 'heard'?

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