Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2019 03:29:29 +0000 (UTC) From: Bert Carley Subject: "Charlie Johnson" - Ch 5 Charlie Johnson - Ch 5 The following story is fiction and involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young to be reading material of this nature, or live where it is not allowed, do not read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms or practice safe sex. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using protection. Please show your support with a monetary contribution to keep the Nifty Archive online services free of any membership fees. You can find out how to make your contribution by copying this http location into your browser: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments and suggestions can be sent to the author. bert_carley@yahoo.com My other stories can be found in the 'Prolific Author's Section' of the Nifty Archives by looking up my name Bert Carley alphabetically. Enjoy! ____________________________________ Chapter 4 of 'Charlie Johnson' ended with: He pushed papers and stuff to one side on his desk clearing an area, then loosened my belt, and grabbed me by the nap of my neck and the seat of my pants and laid me down over the edge of his big wooden desk until my shoes no longer rested on the floor. He swiftly pulling my trousers and boxers down midway until my bare buns were totally exposed to his view. Spreading my buns open wide apart, he pulled the wad of toilet paper I had wedged there to keep from leaking through into my trousers and put it to his nose. "Well! Well! You smell like sex! What do we have here Tommy Boy, or should I call you Tommy Girl? You're still dilated, wide-open girl and certainly ready for more dick, unless my nose and eyes have deceived me. Someone has been tapping this rosebud this morning to be so puffy, wet and dripping, certainly inviting and to my liking!" He reached over to the communications box on his desk, punched a button and said, "Julie, no more phone calls until further notice this morning." Chapter 5 - "Charlie Johnson" "Well Tommy Boy, my boys' have certainly picked a real winner to join the ranks with the other cock hounds enrolled in this high school. You are so very young and pretty to already be so well dilated and opened-up for the Big Boys like Kobe. Yea, Koby really knows how to spot and seek out the new gay boys every year and get them all lubed and opened-up and prepared for Big Alpha Dick. Kobe has had Lenny to assist him now for their second year in his search for any new or potential Gay Boys. The two work as a team now, sending the already trained hot and horny pretty boys right up to me for the final test for acceptance into our stable of Boys. It is usually a week or two or longer before the neophytes make it to my office. You are here in just one day. Such a surprise. Had some extensive training and experience for quite a while I'd say to get sent back to me so quickly. Well, let me see if you make the grade Tommy Boy! Let me begin by stating you are one blond beauty Tommy Boy!" Principal Jake Blake already had his coat, tie and shirt nearly off when I took in all he had said. I turned my head and looked around to see he was already removing his belt, suit pants and briefs after kicking off his loafers. He folded everything and draped his suit over a chair, the rest he properly stacked on the chair's cushion. I guessed his semi to be well over 13" and already dripping cock snot from under the long black foreskin that still partially covered his bulbous cockhead. Like Kobe, his dick was a thick fucker, resting over two long slabs of flesh meat housing his balls and supporting enough prime grade A beef to certainly have me humming like a songbird before too much longer. That first quick look took my breath away. Where Koby's skin was coca brown, this 6'6" muscle god was very chocolate with a near Ebony tackle and balls. He was covered with the natural muscles of his athletic breed of African American. Talk about a walking wet dream in motion. Well, that was the only possible description befitting such a perfect specimen of a human Alpha male, white, brown, yellow or in his case, black. This guy had it all rolled into one superb package. He had everything going for him that genetics could possibly provide his papa's sperm cell swimmers to produce such a perfect male offspring. "Call me Papa Blake boy and make all the noise you want. So, I want to hear you express your feelings verbally, as this room is completely soundproof and well isolated from any and all busy bodies' ears, should you be a natural moaner, yeller or screamer. Papa likes to know his Boys are enjoying their first physical consultation with him. In your case Tommy Boy, so very soon after completing your verbal consultation with me a bit earlier this morning. You just relax and enjoy yourself, even physically fight me if you like. I like a young spitfire to tame that thinks he can break all the rules set by the school's board of directors to sing out his feelings and objections to my form of punishment. My only reward in the process of enforcing the rules is your pretty white ass Boy. So, keep that in mind as we explore your future here together this morning son." He easily flipped me over on my back across that oversized desk and quickly removed my shoes and socks so he could pull my trousers and boxer shorts down and off more easily to join the shoes. They all got kicked to the side as he pulled me up into the sitting position on the edge of his desk and lifted my Polo shirt up and off over my head, holding me with my arms in the air seated before him for his first view of my 13 year old young body in the raw. "Now that's what I'm talking about Tommy Taylor," looking me over while continuing to hold my arms up as the Polo shirt joined the growing pile on the floor. His dark brown eyes sparkled as I followed them up and down my body, stopping here and there momentarily and then going on to other points of interest to him. I was doing the same to him now that I was sitting upright and facing him face to face. His darker skin than Kobe's was awesome and sent a rush up my spine. Chocolate was my favorite flavor of ice cream. In my mind, if dessert didn't contain at least some chocolate, it didn't qualify as a truly delicious dessert. I just drooled looking at this chocolate marvel standing before me as he slowly lowered my arms and began to play with my already sizable nipples, the result of my guy's at home, Charlie, Mel and old Jake working them up into excited mountains of sensitive joy for me to enjoy so regularly for 3 years. Papa Blake was obviously impressed with my nipples to make them part of his initial foreplay, as he squeezed, pinched and played with them until they were reddened and standing out from my body causing me to involuntarily begin to moan softly. Quickly, I just could not hold back my feelings any longer and let out a loud response to his fantastic rough nipple foreplay as it quickly increased in intensity. He quickly had me mumbling aloud. "Oh, Fuck Yes Papa Blake! Feels so good! Your fingers are so wonderfully talented and strong! Never have my titties felt so warm and needy!" Next thing I knew he had his thick puffy lips on my very sensitive nipples sucking, nibbling, nipping, and then lightly chewing on my hard quarter inch projectiles. He had me instantly boned and leaking cock snot working on those inflamed nipples. He was a master of the art of nipple foreplay. I was in such a state of total lust with him devouring my nipples that I barely registered that familiar feel when his one-eyed Anaconda began to enter my Coochie's Rosebud. The massive cockhead had me spread wide open and was rubbing over my Whoopie Button causing me to involuntarily shudder and dribble a small stream of ball juice. It was then he lowered my back down onto the desktop and lifted my legs up and placed my ankles on his shoulders and rotated and churned his massive injection around inside to get it in to maximum depth. Never had I felt so full and expanded as now. He was opening-up new territory in my intestinal walls that had never-before felt the rapture that a helmeted cockhead with huge glands as his could produce. "Oh yes, breed me Papa Blake Sir," I moaned as my anal Muscles went to town on his gigantic cockhead. "Yea, but you must learn to squeeze and milk my dick Tommy Boy and feel the magic of a Big Black Nigger Dick pulsating on your hungry pussy walls. So, start milking that big dick Boy with your anal muscles. Squeeze and relax! Squeeze and relax! Make your pussy fit like a glove around my cock as I slowly rotate, push, stretch and wallow in your warm wet pussy juices. Squeeze and Release! Yea! Squeeze and Release those hungry pussy wall muscles Boy. Now time your succession so-as-to squeeze on my out motions and relax on my inward thrusts." "That's it Boy, you got it Son. Now concentrate on the timing as I speed up my assent and descent within your pussy glove as it warms from the friction. Oh, don't relax Boy! Keep that steady milking on my dick going Boy! Concentrate and do it right Boy so we can move on to a more active enjoyable participation. Just remember, Big is Beautiful and it's all about satisfying your Alpha Top bringing him total sexual satisfaction and joy. Keep him happy and sexually satisfied and he will reward you after he is satisfied you did your part to properly please him, and you must learn to never cum until you are told to shoot by the Alpha male bringing you his personal pleasures!" "Oh, fuck Yes! What a new and fantastic feeling each cock squeeze gives my pussy walls along with my Whoopy Button getting massaged & fine-tuned. My whole pussy is lusting now and even the walls are on fire. Never has a dick turned my pussy into such a sex hungry animal. I can't believe I've never been taught to milk a dick like this ever before by either my Charlie or Mel. They are in for a big surprise tonight Papa Blake Sir." "Oh, there's more for you to learn you Pretty White Boy. Now I want you to reverse your succession and relax on the out cycle and squeeze on the plunge back inside. Give it a try Boy. What say you now Boy?" "Oh yes, that feels wonderful too, but I'm not really sure yet?" "Well, just keep switching from one to the other, as the switching really keeps me boned and pounding like I love to do with a Boy Pussy. Just don't stop the milking with that hungry pussy Tommy Boy." "Oh, Fuck yes, faster Papa Blake! Fuck me! Fuck me harder now! Oh Yes!" I kept having to squeeze off my engorged cock to keep from spraying ball juice as Papa Jake Blake turned my ass into a marathon fuck receptacle, all without shooting his ball juices. He was now hot and sweating, dripping with a new and quite erotic scent that I had never inhaled before. It could only be described as Nigger Sweat, and it was having a powerful effect on my own senses that I found remarkably compatible with my emotional state. Seeing the sudden changes in the reaction I was having as I sniffed the air surround us, he obviously recognized my state of mind. A bottle of Amyl-Nitrate was at my nose in a flash and he instantly buried his hairy pit dripping with his strong Nigger sweat scent in my face and rubbed it all over my lips, nose and mouth, smiling down into my eyes as he whispered to me in his low sexy baritone/bass voice and really started to pound my pussy home once again. The strong scent was new and powerful on my libido. "Just sniff, lick and enjoy this 'Nectar of the Gods' we Alpha Nigger Men can produce to turn any White Boy like you into a total helplessly addicted Nigger's Winch. You'll be craving that smell soon Tommy Boy and won't be able to resist running to me for more. You hear me well Boy!" When I had that pit clean and dry of his sauce, he gave me another big hit of the Amyl and moved my head to the other pit. He was fucking me like crazy again when I felt him stiffen and flood me with this powerful sauce he referred to as 'Nectar of the Gods.' I awoke to find myself face down over his desk again. I felt a tongue sucking and licking gobs of sauce from what had to be my gaping hole as my dick was being jacked. I figured that Principal Blake obviously liked the taste of his own Nigger juices until I realized it was his young secretary Julie attacking my anus as the big man was buried balls deep into her pussy from the backside, delivering one awesome verbal response from her lips between tending to my gaping rosebud and jacking my boner. I quickly realized I could not hold back messing up the side of Pap Blake's beautiful oak desk unless Julie stopped jacking me or I had to reach down and squeeze myself off again. I certainly didn't want to piss him off and receive a taste of his belt after such an awesome training session with my very first truly 100% Black Alpha Male Living Wonder. When I was finally able to work one hand down to squeeze off my engorged dick, I realized I had been fitted with a rubber prophylactic, so I just lay there enjoying the fantastic feelings I was experiencing. Julie had a very talented long tongue that she was able to roll up into a stiff anal probe. She used that thing like an anal spreader gaining full access into my large circular open cavity. She was able to easily set a new higher standard in what I considered the ultimate Rim Job eating her way along the oral cosmos. While Principal Jake Blake filled his Magnum Size Rubber while mounted in Julie's pink pussy with his sauce, Julie was filling my Standard Size Rubber with mine. Her magic tongue went right back to the task of keeping me up and excitedly involved in what was proving to be a marathon three way. Only the sex gods knew if I would be attending any classes this second day in my new high school career. I personally could have gone all day in this position, but Principal Blake stiffened and shot his final round into Julie and pulled bringing this training class to an abrupt end. We all adjourned to a private bath through a sliding panel with out clothing and returned showered, dressed and tidy. I was instructed to take my buns home for the day, since it was already going on to 2pm and getting closed to the bell to ring for the final class of the day. As I walked to the nearest city bus stop awaiting a van pulls up and the side door opens. Yea, you guessed right. It was Charlie on his way back to the ranch. The minute I settled into the passenger's seat I could smell his sweaty body. For some unknown reason that Charlie scent does it to me every time. He noticed too and pulled his dick out of his fly and I chowed down as he drove slowly back to the ranch humming along with some rock and roll tune that he had blasting on his van's AM radio. As he got closer to his orgasm the van kept going slower and slower until I looked over in my peripheral vision at the dashboard and realized he was now going only 12MPH and stoned out of his mind tripping on my talented BJ. He stiffened and delivered his load before we turned into the gravel driveway leading up to the farmhouse, but he was more stoned than I had ever seen him before. I asked him what was up that he was so stoned and driving in that condition. He looked over and tears started to flow. All he said was, "I missed you today Tommy! I love you kid! You're growing up too fast!" I could see the hurt he was feeling with my high school tales coming back to haunt me. Quick thinking, I answered, "Charlie, I love you more than you can imagine. You are the love of my life too and I cherish the air you breath, your looks, our sex together and your smell and scent I consider something I could not live without." I told him how he reeked of his special body odor that I had come to love these past years, especially the last three after he started regularly fucking me and my sleeping with him full time for even longer. I explained that I couldn't now live without that smell of him next to me night after night. He was my man, my full-time lover and what I did with others was just sex, not like the love I had of him only. Then I told him about all those old wool Pendleton shirts that he wore all winter long that had his scent permanently absorbed into them between dry cleanings. How many times when he wasn't around, I would take one of those shirts and wear it around just to have his scent with me. I went on and on telling him about how I worshiped this special guy that was like a father, brother and lover for me called Charlie Johnson. I told him how when he was off to some horticulture convention somewhere, his pillow was my nighttime companion. The smell of him was in that fucking pillow and I had to have it at my nose in his absence, and how important and fascinating his scent had become to me, acting like a powerful aphrodisiac to me starting when I was a child and started sleeping with him when mom moved downstairs. That he had marked me with his imprint for life. There was no going back now for me. I hope he understood, as he was twenty plus years my senior.