Date: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 14:04:09 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Curtis Seduces - Chapter 7 (adult/youth)

CURTIS SEDUCES

This is the story of a teenage boy on his journey of self-discovery as he
engages on sexual experiences with various adult males. If this is not your
thing, or is illegal to read where you are, please click the exit button.
Otherwise enjoy. I appreciate your comments, instructions and participation
as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. All usual nifty
pre-ambles and legal bits apply.

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RECAP:

What transpired inside Bekki's house is another story for another day, but
needless to say that Dwayne and I both left feeling a foot taller and much
more masculine.

"Right then, fam" I said, "Now that we have had our fill of plutonium, lets
go and see if we can find that skinny-white-man, and fuck the prick up"...

"Yes boss", Dwayne laughed as he jumped back on his bike and followed me up
towards the Leisure Centre.

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CHAPTER 7: Skinny-White-Man

Dwayne and I sat on the bench outside the leisure centre hoping that
'skinny-white-man' from the leisure centre would show up. It was a
long-shot, but we were prepared to sit it out all evening until nine-thirty
if need be, (nine-thirty was Dwayne's curfew), anyway we had a lot to talk
about as we hardly knew each other.

We sat there, drinking from bottles of Orange Tango that I had swiped from
the kitchen in the Methodist Church on the way past.  Dwayne told me how
his family had moved to the UK from Zimbabwe just before he was born. They
came as political refugees because his father was part of a movement that
actively opposed President Mugabe and as such his life had been in danger,
so they were granted asylum here. He told me how his two older sisters and
his older brother have African names, but he was called 'Dwayne' as he was
the only 'English-born' in his family. He had a sister my age called
Thandazi, who I assumed went to a different school as I didn't recognise
the name. His sixteen year old sister, the one that apparently fancies me,
and is supposed to be 'adding me on bbm', although her phone is being
repaired, is called Gamucharai, she is apparently a remarkably talented
violinist, and attends a music college in Bristol. Their older brother,
Tawanda, who is 19, is in the army, and is away 'on tour' in Afghanistan at
the moment.

Dwayne asked about my background. I told him about my Irish and Jamaican
heritage, but how I had never been to Ireland, Jamaica, or anywhere abroad
for that matter. I told him that as far as I knew I was an only child, but
I suspected that my father could have left a trail of bastard children like
myself scattered across the UK and Jamaica. I told him about my 100m
record, and he seemed interested in joining the athletics club that I
attend, he could certainly do with losing a few pounds. I told him that,
like him, I had lost my virginity when I was eleven in the park with a roma
gypsy who was amazed how such a young boy could have such a massive dick
(although it was nowhere near the size that it is now).

"Yeah, you have one fucking massive monster fam". Dwayne laughed. "I can't
believe you got me laid doe, fam, your a top boss-man you know".

We recounted our visit to Bekki's. She had been surprised that I had not
come alone, but she had a thing about black boys and presumably assumed
that Dwayne was either my age, or my relative, she never asked anyway. She
welcomed us both in, without offering a drink or anything she lead us
straight up to her bedroom, removing her vest top on the way up, she
discarded it on her bedroom floor before removing her leggings too. She
jumped on her single bed, opening the drawer from her bedside cabinet
fetching out two condoms and throwing one at each of us.  Dwayne was
wide-eyed as he looked her up and down, soaking in the beauty of Bekki's
naked swim-team athletic body, pert 34C breasts, belly-button piercing and
shaven haven. He glanced over at me, raising his eyebrows as if to say
'this is really gonna happen, right'.  I mouthed to him "watch and learn,
kid". Dwayne sat down in the rocking chair, removing his shoes, and
settling in to his chair as though he were about to watch a movie. I tore
my tracksuit and boxers off, leaving my socks on, opened the condom packet,
turned to face Dwayne to 'instruct him' in putting a condom on, placed it
over the mushroom head, and unravelled it along all eight hard
inches. Dwayne watched with transfixed eyes, taking mental notes as I
climbed on top of Bekki and began kissing her neck. She seemed in a
hurry. She grabbed my dick with both hands and plunged it into her moist
shaven pussy. I began fucking her missionary style.

"No foreplay then?" I asked her jovially.

"Curtis, you ARE the fucking foreplay" she said, looking over at Dwayne and
winking at him.  I rolled over onto my back pulling her on top of my and
re-inserting my dick into her, slapping her ass as hard as I could as
'punishment' for her comment. She began to ride me like a pony leaning over
and tea-bagging her breasts over my lips.  I slid my hands up and down her
back tenderly as she rocked back and forth on my pole, squealing loudly
with each forward projection.

"I have missed this big black dick" she shouted, not seeming to care that
her window was wide open and anyone could have heard.

Dwayne undressed as he watched us fucking, until he was sitting naked in
the rocking-chair, condom in one hand and his rock-hard 5" dick (or there
abouts), in the other. His dick was long (for his age) but thin, and smooth
apart from a patch of pubic hair like a mini-afro at the base of his
pre-teen meat. He leaned back in the chair wanking in like-motion with his
rocking, and rocking in like-motion with mine and Bekki's fucking. He
opened the condom and prepared to put it on.

"Wait!" Bekki screamed, looking over at Dwayne. "I will do that". She
added, perhaps clocking his virginity.

We rolled back over and I climbed back on top of her as I neared my
orgasm. My dick pumping into her as though it were taking new
territory. She grabbed my ass and attempted to slide her middle finger
inside my hole. "Fuck, no" I shouted and slapped her hard round her face.

"My bad". She replied, looking vex that I had struck her.

Our fucking took on a new persona, it was now angry sex. We got rough and
aggressive in our movements, which made for HOT sex. I moved my face
towards hers, biting her lip as though holding onto her with my
mouth. Dwayne was giving some sort of running commentary, that he probably
thought he was doing in his head as he pumped his dick with his right hand,
exposing to Bekki that his voice had not broken.

I thrust deep inside Bekki again and again as she began to scream
"Curtis!!!!!" I tensed my ass muscles with one final thrust as I pumped my
hot cum, imagining it was gushing deep inside her, denying the fact that in
reality it had all gathered at the end of the condom. One hundred million
trapped lives, set to be tossed in the waste-paper-basket in a form of
throw-away semenic genocide.

I pulled out, rolled over laying next to her, which is not easy on a single
bed. I peeled the condom off my still-hard dick, tossing it into the bin,
committing the aforementioned atrocity.

Bekki lay back on the bed, and ushered Dwayne over with her finger He stood
up, the look on his face was a mixture of nerves and lust-driven
excitement. I stood up too, ready to change stations with him and take my
place on the rocking chair. As we passed each, my body blocking the view
from Bekki, I grabbed hold of Dwayne's rock hard dick and winked at him,
mouthing in a silent whisper "Don't rush it, fam". His dick felt hot in my
hand, I could feel his heartbeat as blood pumped into his rock hard
cock. "Where's your phone?" I asked him almost silently, still holding his
dick and caressing his balls with two of my fingers.

"Battery's dead" he shrugged.

"Ok bro", I said, sliding my hand up and down his dick, "I'll film it on
mine". I winked, let go of his dick, picked up my clothes from the floor
used my boxers to wipe the sweat from the rocking chair seat before getting
dressed, and sitting down to 'watch the movie'.

Bekki put her hand out and Dwayne gave her the condom. He stood by the side
of the bed wearing only his socks and a black beanie on his head. His body
looked juvenile, she must have clocked he was a younger, but lust did its
job. Bekki swung her legs round and sat on the side of the bed facing his
dick. She held the condom in between her thumb and index finger of her left
hand, taking the base of Dwaynes straight uncut dick in her right. She
leaned down, sliding his dick into her mouth, fully able to take all five
inches.  "Oh my god" Dwayne hollered as Bekki slid her lips up and down on
his appreciative dick. She pulled out, and placed the condom on the edge of
his dick, un-rolling it along the shaft. His dick was so thin it looked a
bit baggy but Dwayne felt like a Chief! Bekki laid back and pulled Dwayne
on top of her, guiding his dick inside her. He began thrusting back and
forward into her in disbelief that three short hours ago he was sitting at
a primary school desk, cutting out some shapes in crepe paper, and now,
here he was, with the coolest kid he knew, fucking a buff fourteen year old
girl that he had never even met before.  I took out my phone and clicked
the video function, standing up and walking around the bed taking close ups
of their faces, Dwayne's dick entering Bekki's wet pussy and his beautiful
plump ass bounding up and down as he thrust inside her. A few minutes later
and Dwayne was ready to climax, his whole body spasmed as he attempted to
let out a victory shout, that manifested as more of a snigger. Dwayne's
orgasm was intense, yet still dry, only a small amount of clear sticky
liquid had lubricated the tip of his dick, but his condom remained
empty. He pulled out, peeling off the condom and throwing it out of the
window so as not to reveal the lack of content. He dressed quickly and we
indicated to Bekki that we were off.

I went to look out of the window to see where it had landed, and saw it
lying in the middle of the lawn. An elderly lady was standing there staring
at it, presumably having seen it fly out the window. She looked up at
me. "Oh, its YOU", she smiled, and winked at me, before continuing up the
street".

"Who was that?" Dwayne asked.

"You remember the two old ladies that were in the pool?". I said. He
nodded.

"It was one of them". We all laughed and Dwayne shrugged his shoulders.

"See yourselves out guys". Bekki requested as she flicked her TV on, and
through a long t-shirt over her sweat-covered body.

As we left, Dwayne and I mastered the celebratory hand-shake, descended the
flight of stairs from heaven back to reality, and left, firmly closing the
door behind us.

"Look at this, gee" I said, as I shuffled closer to him on the bench,
outside the Leisure Centre, holding my phone close enough for him to watch
his sex video".

"You HAVE to bbm me that video later, fam, that is HOT", he begged. The
look of pride in his eye.

"Of course, fam". I stated.

Twenty minutes of banter later, and Dwayne spotted 'skinny-white-man' in
the distance. He walked into the corner shop out of sight. We chained our
bikes together to a railing by the side of the road, and raced on foot up
the street in the direction of the corner shop to confront
skinny-white-man.

He was at the counter as we arrived, so we waited outside the door. I
watched for him to approach the exit, timing it so that I turned to walk
through the door at the exact moment that he tried to leave, our shoulders
barged into each other. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, clearly
intimidated as I looked him up and down with a screw-face expression. "What
u sayin blud?". I asked him. He tried to manoeuvre round me without saying
anything, so I blocked his path. "The fuck?" I said angrily. "Why you
blanking me, prick?"

"Excuse me please", he said quietly. I moved out of his way and allowed him
through, he scurried past like a petrified small wild animal in view of an
eagle. As he brushed past me I slyly pulled his wallet out of his coat
pocket.  As he paced up the road, I heard him muttering under his breath
something like 'you should have been killed at birth'. That was
enough. NUMBER SEVEN was gonna be ticked off on the tally, willing or not.

I opened his wallet, there was £80 in notes as well as some loose change
There were about seven store loyalty cards, a couple of bank and credit
cards, some stamps and a driving licence. The licence revealed that his
name was Henry Schneider and that he was actually 27.

"Wow" I said, "He only looks about 20".  I took a mental note of the
address listed on his licence, realising that I knew where his street
was. I helped myself to the notes, passing £20 to Dwayne and pocketing
the rest.

"Thanks fam". Dwayne said, patting me on the back. "So, is that IT?" He
continued. "I thought we were gonna fuck him up!"

"Patience is a virtue bruv", I replied, before going to the till and
handing the wallet to the cashier, claiming that I had 'found it' on the
floor by the door.

The cashier, who was a lady in her late sixties, took the wallet, opened
it, and noticing about £7 in loose change, smiled at me and said "That's
very honest of you, son," before adding a heartfelt "If only there were
more boys like you in town".

I smiled at her, turned and left the shop.

We walked back to the leisure centre, retrieved our bikes and cycled to
Henry Schneider's street. It was now about 8.00pm, and was dark. He lived
in a mid-terrace town-house, about four from the end. It had matching
curtains upstairs and down, and a small immaculately groomed front
garden. At the end of the row of houses there was a narrow alleyway leading
back to the rear gardens. 'Convenient' I thought to myself, and we hid our
bikes at the bottom of it. We hung around outside his neighbours house a
few doors away, assuming that at some point he would come back out to go in
search for his wallet. We were right, as just after 8:30pm we heard the
jangle of keys coming from inside his house. Dwayne pulled the beanie as
far down over his forehead as possible still allowing him to see, lifted
his hood, and pulled the cord tight so that his face was barely visible. I
had fastened a black bandana over my nose, mouth and chin, tying it behind
my head and pulling my black hood up so that only my eyes were visible. As
Henry exited his home, we turned to face the other direction, leaning on
the wall of his neighbours garden, as though jamming, waiting for someone
else. I don't know whether or not he looked at us, but as we had paid him
no mind, I doubt he'd have realised who we were.

As he reached the end terrace, I whispered to Dwayne "now" and we both ran,
full-pelt at him dragging him half way down the dark, narrow alleyway. He
let out a few "no, please don't" pleads and resisted our 'arrest' as best
he could but was unable to overpower us and eventually gave in to the
assault hoping that it would be over quickly. We both punched him
relentlessly in his face and his stomach, winding him, and kicked him until
he fell to the ground enabling us to kick him in from head to foot with
more ease. He began to cry. I lifted him up to his feet, lead him another
ten metres or so down the alleyway and bent him over the metal dust-bin. I
passed Dwayne my phone, asking him to film. I held Henry firmly over the
bin with one arm, kicking him every time he struggled. His face was bloody
and bruised, his bottom lip and his right eyebrow were both cut quite
severely, and his mouth was wet with dribble and blood. I ripped his jeans
down in one go, closely followed by his nerdy blue Y-fronts, he pleaded
"No!", which I responded to by punching him in the side of his face
again. He bowed his head, surrendering finally to my over-bearing
authority. I pulled my boxers and tracksuit bottoms down, waving my hard
dick momentarily at the camera, before attempting to insert it into Henry's
tight and dry hole. After a few failed attempts, I grabbed the phone off
Dwayne, taking over the filming, and ordered him to piss on Henry's
ass. Dwayne laughed, pulled his dick out and almost immediately a hot
stream of piss gushed out of him in full view of the camera, all over
Henry's ass. I prized his cheeks apart as best I could with one hand, still
filming with the other, shouted "relax it, bitch" and forced all eight
inches inside him, slowly, inch by inch, as Dwayne continued to unleash his
piss all over my partly exposed hard dick. Once fully inserted, I passed my
phone back to Dwayne and began humping the unwilling recipient. His hole
was so tight, I did not wanna pull out, as I doubted I would get it back
in, so instead I left my dick fully inserted and thrust my hips into his
ass systematically for a few minutes until I was about to cum.  I pulled
out, turned Henry round and slouched him against the wall, facing me. I
stood close to him, grabbed my dick and wiped the trace of his shit off my
dick onto the side of hid face. I snatched the phone from Dwayne and asked
if he wouldn't mind finishing me off as I filmed it. Henry closed his
bruised and tear-covered eyes.  Dwayne took my throbbing dick in his hand
wrapping his fingers firmly round the shaft and jerked me off hard and
fast. I arched my back so that the tip of my dick made contact with Henry's
lips as my cum erupted all over his face.  Once the last drip made its way
through my piss slit, Dwayne let go of my dick and I pulled up my boxers
and tracksuit bottoms.

Henry slumped to the floor, unable to move. Dwayne and I walked casually to
the bottom of the alleyway to retrieve our bikes. We mounted them and left
Henry to recover, both riding over his legs as we passed him.

Dwayne rode up next to me, looking a little worried. "Do you think he'll
report us?".

"No way, fam". I hoped. "Bro, its nearly nine, you might as well go home,
I'll ride with you".

"Kewl". He said, before pulling in front of me and cycling fast down the
hill and round a few corners to his house. Dwayne's house was a large
detached house with a long front garden and a forecourt. I nodded approval
as we said goodbye and I waited at the end of the path while he put his
bike away behind his dads Mercedes at the back of the forecourt. He walked
to the front door And rang the bell. Sixteen-year-old Gamucharai answered
the door.

"Well done, your early," she patronised her little brother. She was dressed
in a light pink cotton summer dress, and looked classy.

"WOW!" I almost shouted. Stunned at her beauty.

"Well hello Curtis" she said boldly. "I get my phone back tomorrow, and we
will talk" she said, confirming Dwayne's story was true. I winked at her,
then at Dwayne, before cycling off.

"Thank you for bringing Dwayne home safely". I heard her shout in the
distance.

I turned round to watch her wave at me, and because I know the girls wait
to watch if a boy will 'turn around'.

I peddled fast to the Kebab shop, taking my bike inside with me and leaning
it against the wall. There were a few people waiting to be served,
including Tabita and her scary looking african father who was dressed in
traditional african clothing. She looked at me, concerned, as if to say
'you don't know me, right'. I winked in reply. They had placed a large
order which took a few minutes to complete so the silent atmosphere was
awkward until they left. I wondered if her denial of me was an indicator
that she was one of the two pregnant girls, although it could just have
been that her dad apparently does not approve of her talking to boys.

My turn came and Kemal gave me the choice of the menu. I asked for a "Mixed
doner please".

"Do you want chips with that mate, they are nice today". He offered

"Nah thanks bro, I can't eat too much, I have athletics training in the
morning".  Kemal prepared me a large mix-doner, with far more meat than
there should have been, I chose my salad items and condiments, high-fived
Kemal, jumped on my bike and cycled out of the store.  A minute later I
arrived at home to find my mother sitting up at the table which had been
laid for three people. She seemed to be in a trance.

"Are you ok ma?". I asked her.

"Ooh, hello baby" she said, snapping out of her trance, and rushing to the
kitchen. "Sit up at the table, baby".

"Ma, I told you not to cook for me" I said, following her into the kitchen,
and throwing the Kebab into the kitchen bin.

"How can I not cook for my men?" She asked.

"Which men, ma".

"You and your father of course" she stated.

"Is he back?" I asked, worried.

"No, baby, he is not. But his dinner is ready". She exclaimed.

'Bless her', I thought to myself, as I sat up to eat cordon-blue,
michelin-star-standard gammon steak with a light fluffy cheese souffle and
asparagus tips, with some sort of white winey sauce, cooked to perfection
by the craziest bitch in Keynsham.

She dished up three platefulls and sat at the table with me, the third
chair remaining empty.

"You'll never guess who I saw today, baby!"  She boasted.

"Don't tell me President Obama was back in Lidl, ma" I mocked.

"Well, there is no need to be ridiculous, baby". She offered, forgetting
the reference and therefore missing the joke. "No baby, I saw that Nicole
shirt-swinger or whatever her name is, she was by the clock-tower taking
photographs.

"Really?" I pretended to believe her as I woofed down the delicious
meal. "Ma, I'll clear the table, you go and relax, I'm just popping to my
room for a minute".  I ran upstairs, put my phone on charge, took out the
sheet of paper with the five girls written on and firmly crossed through
Bekki Lewis. Once Bekki was satisfactorily scribbled out, I put a big fat
question mark next to Tabita Mbwanga. I sent Dwayne's first fuck video to
him by bbm, changed out of my dirty and slightly-piss-stained clothes into
a pair of shorts and a string vest, and leaving my phone upstairs charging,
I went down to spend some time in the asylum.

Mum was crying on the sofa, the plates and dishes had all disappeared from
the table but I they were not in the kitchen sink, nor the dishwasher. I
looked for them in the kitchen bin, the dustbin outside and in all the
cupboards before eventually finding them in the washing machine. I unloaded
them, and placed them in the dishwasher and switched it on. I cleaned the
food-waste from inside the washing-machine, and wiped down the table and
work-surfaces.  I boiled some grated cocoa stick with cinnamon, nutmeg, and
a fuck-load of sugar, Jamaican style, before adding a whole tub of cream
and a shot of rum, and poured two large sports-direct mugs of hot
cocoa-tea, the most comforting thing I could think to do. I handed her the
drink offering, and sat next to her on the couch as we watched the
ten-o-clock news together, neither of us paying attention to the tales of
woe from around the world; both rather consumed in our own worlds.

Mind you, tomorrow is gonna be a whole new day. The weather forecast was
good, mild and dry, and I was looking forward to getting back in my lycra
running shorts and showing off at the athletics track...

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