Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 14:25:15 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: BLACKMALE (PART 3) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (Part 3)
BY: MOORE

"More like team slut", Peter's last words were bouncing
around in my mind.  What did he mean, I wondered as I stole
a peek at the football team's cafeteria table.  You could
understand why nobody stopped Reggie from using Richard.
Reggie, the team captain, and his five black co-captains,
like the blacks I went to school with in Mississippi, were
big and intimidating.  All around me students were leaving
the cafeteria and the place was nearly empty when I got up
to leave.  As I passed the football team's table, Reggie
whispered something to one of his co-captains, turned to
look at me and called out, "Hey new kid."

The afternoon passed quickly, art history and music.
I play the clarinet, though not very well since I don't
practice as much as I should.  Last period was gym where
I met up with Allan and Peter.

The school provided gym shorts, shirts, socks and jock
straps.  I guess the school felt this would ease the
financial burden on poor families and that the stuff
would get washed on a regular basis.  Coach Johnson,
director of physical education in addition to coaching
the football team, had mandated this year that all boys
were required to wear a jock strap.

The stuff was arranged by size and kept on shelves at one
end of the locker room.  Coach Johnson's rules, which
everyone obeyed, were that on entering the locker room you
had to strip naked, hang your street clothes in your
locker, walk, no running in the locker room, to the
shelves to select your stuff, and walk back to your locker
to put it on.

Peter's locker was next to mine.  We both stripped and
standing there naked I asked him, "What did you mean at
lunch when you said that Richard became the team slut."

"Not now", he whispered back as he scratched his balls,
"What are you doing after school?, I'll tell you then."

"Can't", I replied, "Got stuff I gotta do at home."  I
wanted to hear more about Richard, but I needed to visit
the bookstore.  "Let's go get our stuff", I said as we
joined the pack of about 40 other naked guys walking over
to the shelves.

Surrounded as I was, it was hard not to look at the other
boys.  Big dicks, small dicks, dark pubes and a few blonds.
Naked in a room full of guys, one of my jerk off fantasies.
I quickly cleared my mind of such thoughts. A woodie right
now, in front of my classmates, I would never live it down.

Coach Johnson, flanked by two well built college age guys,
was standing on a raised platform as we neared the shelves.

"Boys", he boomed out, "Draw up close here, closer, I got a
few announcements to make."

Forty naked young male bodies pressed close together in the
small space.

"Boys, say hi to Randy and Terry," Coach continued, "They're
phys ed majors and they'll be working here as student
teachers. Let's give 'em a big welcome."

The voices of forty bare assed boys sang out, "Hiya", to
blond haired Randy and Terry as they stood on the raised
platform looking down at our naked bodies.  Looking up at
Coach, Randy and Terry, I got the feeling that like we
were on display for their enjoyment.  I mean, they were
dressed and we all had to stand there naked, pressed
together, trying not to touch the privates of the guy
next to you.

Coach turned to tell the team manager something and although
I couldn't hear, I could see Terry whispering to Randy.

"I don't know about you, Randy, but all these naked kids
are making me hard.  I haven't seen so many suckable young
dicks in one place since we worked in that boys camp two
summers ago.  What a summer, do you remember?  I must've
sucked off 25, maybe 30 different boys that summer.  My
knees had grass stains for weeks after. Go know so many
boys would let a guy giv'em a blow job.  Do you think they
knew or cared that I was gay?  Remember that one kid I told
you about, the one who'd come by four times a day for a
blow job, and shoot a good load each time?  By the end of
the summer that kid was really getting into it.

'C'mon cocksucker, get your faggot mouth on my dick.  I got
a big load of cum for you to eat.'

Young kid, where'd he learn to talk like that?  I didn't
mind the cocksucker part, but I hate being called a faggot.
I'm not a faggot, am I Randy?"

"Can it Terry, the Coach will hear you.  Keep your cock in
your jock, I'll take care of you later."

"Thanks Randy.  You're my only real friend.  If any body
else knew that I can't cum without a cock in my mouth it
would be all over Chicago.  I can work my hard on for an
hour, nothing, one minute with a dick in my face and there
she blows.  But it's not my fault, my brother, step-brother
really, who trained me to be this way.

But Randy, can a guy be a cocksucker without being a
faggot too?  Faggots dress different, wear girly clothes,
underwear and other stuff, swish around when they walk.
Like me for instance.  I'm a cocksucker, but I wear regular
clothes and don't walk funny...., ok you don't have to say
it, except when I'm with that biker group.  But they make
me put on the red bra and panties and dance around before
they'll let me suck..... and the collar and cock ring they
make me wear are black leather with silver studs, so they
don't count, right?

Y'know Randy, we should go back to that boys camp this
summer.  But if we go back they gotta pay me more money
since I don't eat much of their lousy food.  The summer
we worked there, I ate maybe some corn flakes for breakfast,
but after eating warm creamy cum the rest of the day, franks
and beans is shit.  Suckin' and swallowin' cum from fifteen,
twenty cocks a day kept me well fed.

Yeah, we should go back.  There'd have to be a bunch of new
boys who'd let a guy giv'em a blow job and I love givin' a
boy the experience of his first blow job.  Some of them have
only started jerking off.  Watching a boys face watching me
lick around the head of his prick with my tongue, wow!
Gotta take it slow though so's not to frighten them.  Then
I slip the head of his prick into my mouth and suck gently,
which, if it isn't yet, gets his prick totaly erect.  Then
I slide my lips down the shaft until my nose is pressed
against his belly.  A lot of first timers lose it by now
and blast off.  Not much sperm, but great boy taste.
Other boys, instinctively I guess, put their hands on the
back of my head and pump their pricks into my mouth.
I never touch a first timer's balls or ass with my hands
though, or play with my dick while I'm blowing him, seems
to make 'em nervous.  I just let them fuck my mouth as they
want 'til they cum."

"Enough already Terry, the Coach is gonna get pissed."

"He's talking to the team manager, Randy, and I want your
opinion on something else.  Don't laugh now, but how much
cock does a guy have to suck to be considered a slut?  No,
I'm not crazy, hear me out.  Lookit, I was giving about
twenty blow jobs a day at the camp, right, is that slutty?
We got what, forty boys in this class?  If they all lined
up and I went down the line doing my thing, is that being
a slut?  Know what I think? I think if its teenage dick you
should be able to suck as much as you want without it being
slutty.  Ok, ok the bikers are different, but there's only
five of them and no way can I be a slut for five blow jobs.

Well, maybe it is slutty when they lend me to the biker
bar.  But I don't wear the red bra and panties then,
actually, I don't wear anything, except the studded collar
and cock ring.  The bar has a spot set up just for me,
Cock Sucker's Corner, they call it. I drop to my knees, a
five foot chain is attached to my collar and my hands are
cuffed behind my back.  What do you think, Randy?"

"Give me a break, Terry, you're naked, on your knees
chained to a fuckin' wall.  How many guys fuck your mouth
and piss on you?"

"Ok yeah, sixteen maybe twenty guys, but they don't all
fuck my mouth - at first anyway - and the piss is just to
wash the cum off my body.  First I lick all their dicks to
get them hard.  No sucking, just tongue action.  Then they
take turns jacking off into my open mouth.  Its like a
contest to see who's got the best aim to shoot the most cum
into my mouth.  I end up with a lot of cum on my face and
chest.  I don't know how they decide, but the winner gets to
be first to ram his cock down my throat and feed me his next
load.  The rest of them have to wait their turn."

"No offense Terry, but you are a faggot, slut cocksucker."

.....To be continued