Date: Wed, 01 Aug 2001 11:33:19 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: BLACKMALE (PARTS1-2) (HS,  T/T,  INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (Part 1)
BY: MOORE

I was 17 and a senior in high school when my mom and I
moved to Chicago from a small town in Mississippi.
I enrolled in the local school and started classes since
the term had already begun.  Mom travelled for business
and, since I didn't know anybody, I had a lot of free
time.  After school I began to explore the city and
that's when I discovered the adult book store.

I had fooled around with some of my friends in Mississippi.
Oh, comparing dicks and jerking off together, but no real
gay stuff.  I thought about sucking cock and I think I
would have if the opportunity had presented itself, but it
never did.

I hesitated before entering the bookstore.  I didn't see
any customers so I went inside.  The walls were covered
with photos, books, magazines and videos.  As I looked
around for the gay section a voice called out, "May I
help you?"

I sort of stammered, "No thanks", as I spotted the
clerk behind the counter.  He was a black guy, maybe
23 years old and really good looking.  He looked up from
his work and said in a friendly voice, "Hi, my name is
Jake, feel free to browse and let me know if you need any
help."

Of course there were black folks in my Mississippi town
and black guys at school, but I was never friends with
any of them.  I think I was a bit intimidated since the
black guys were all big, muscular too from working on
their family farms.  I'm a small guy, only 5' 8" and
155 lbs. and not very big in the dick department either,
maybe 5-1/2" hard.  In the locker room after gym class,
the black guys would walk around in their jock straps
or naked.  I couldn't help but stare at the jock covered
baskets and big black dicks as I quickly changed out of
my gym clothes.  I didn't want to get caught looking,
these black guys were always joking around saying things
like, "Any faggots in here, who likes my big dick, who
wants a lick?"  I would rush into my clothes and out of
the locker room before my erection gave me away.

Jake, the clerk, went back to his work as I leafed
through a magazine called Dick Duties.  Page after page,
pictures of guys blowing guys, guys with cum all over
their faces and dripping out of their mouth.  My dick
was throbbing as I looked up from the magazine.
Fortunately, Jake was on the phone not paying me any
attention or he would have noticed the big tent and wet
spot in my nylon shorts.  Putting Dick Duties back on
the rack, I headed for the exit covering my hard on with
my school books.  Jake was staring at me and as I passed
his counter he called out, "Come again."


BLACKMALE (Part 2)
BY: MOORE

As soon as I got home I went up to my room and lay on my
bed thinking about the pictures in that magazine.  I slid
off my clothes and began to stroke my rock hard cock.
I was thinking about what it would be like to be naked and
on my knees between the legs of cute guy.  I could hear
myself saying, "I want to suck your cock, please let me
suck it, please cum in my mouth."

My hand moved faster on my cock as I spread my legs wide
and used my free hand to play with my balls.  I cried out
loud as I shot a load onto my chest and belly.  I licked
the cream on my hand and used my fingers to scoop more off
my body and into my mouth.  I was drunk with the smell and
taste of my cum.

Mom, as usual, was away on business so I didn't bother to
put on clothes as I straightened up around the house.
Mom likes to come home to a clean house.  Late September,
it was hot in Chicago and it felt good to be naked.
Although it was hard to concentrate, I kept imagining I
was naked in a room full of guys, I managed to do my
homework before hitting the sack.  In bed I jerked off
again, licking up my cum, before I finally fell asleep.

My alarm woke me at eight.  A quick shower, to rinse the
dried cum off my body, and I headed to school, thinking
about another visit to the bookstore.

My morning was filled with math, english and science classes.
I was a good student when I lived in Mississippi and I was
up to speed with the classwork here in Chicago.  Studying
came easily to me and later today I planned to bone up at
another classroom two miles from school, the adult book
store.  After science class, Peter and Allan, guys from
class, both said, "C'mon, let's get lunch," and we headed
to the cafeteria.

While eating our burgers Allan warned me, "See those black
guys over there?  Stay away from them.  They're all on the
city champ football team and Coach Johnson lets 'em do
anything they want as long as they keep winning games.
Coach has the teachers give 'em passing grades even though
they hardly go to class."

Peter said, "Yeah, Allan's right, those guys are trouble
and Reggie, the team captain, is the worst!  After practice
they come crashing into the locker room, strip off their
gear and take over the place.  Walking around bare assed
and boasting about the size of their cocks and the pussy
they fuck."  Peter looked at Allan, "Tell him what happened
last year."

Allan looked around to see if anybody was listening and in
a low voice said,  "There was freshman kid, Richard, here
last year.  Richard was a transfer from an out of town
school, like you.  Nobody warned him about Reggie.  Late
one afternoon, the team came in from practice while Richard
and the rest of us were changing clothes. Reggie walked
over to Richard and said in a menacing voice, 'Hey new
kid, help me outta my uniform.  Start with my cleats.'
Peter continued the story.

"Richard was a little white guy, like you, maybe 5' 6" and
145 lbs.  He's wearing nothing except his jockey shorts as
he looks up at Reggie, a mean looking black guy a foot
taller and a hundred pounds heavier them him, and he started
to shake.  Reggie put his hand on Richard's shoulder pushing
him down to his knees.  Richard had tears in his eyes as
he untie Reggie's cleats and took them off along with the
socks.  Man, you could smell Reggie's feet all the way on
the other side of the locker room and Richard had his face
only inches away.  Reggie pulled off his jersey and pads
and pointed to his pants.  Richard, still on his knees,
reached up to open and pull down Reggie's pants and
jock strap."

Peter was silent for a few moments I looked at Allan and
said, "It's almost time for class, what happened next?"
Allan said to Peter, "Should I tell him the rest?"
Peter replied, "You might as well."

"Now you gotta picture the scene", Allan continued,
"Reggie is standing there, naked, with his hand on
Richard's shoulder.  Naked, except for his jockey shorts,
Richard is on his knees, crying, his face inches away from
Reggie's prick.  Reggie grabs hold of Richard's neck and
drags him into the shower room."

"Didn't somebody do something, get a teacher?", I asked.
Peter laughed and said, "You'll learn soon enough that
nobody stops Reggie from doin' what he wants, especially
when he's with his football buddies."

"Anyway", Peter whispered, "Nobody actually saw what
happened in the shower room, but after a few minutes we
could all hear Richard crying out, 'Please don't make me
suck it', and, 'It's too big', and, after some choking
sounds, 'Yes sir, I swallowed it all.' Richard stumbled
bare assed out of the shower room.  His knees were red and
his lips were all puffy.  We all watched silently as
Richard gathered up his clothes and stuff and without
stopping to get dressed, ran naked from the locker room.
All the football guys were laughing and calling out 'Way to
go', as Reggie strutted out of the shower room with a big
grin on his face.  He was wiping off his dick and balls with
Richard's jockey shorts."

"Hey", Allan shouted, "It's almost one Peter, we got class."
"Me too", I said, "But what happened to Richard, did he
report Reggie to the principal?"  As he gathered up his
stuff Allan frowned and said, "Nah he didn't report him
and none of us did either.  Actually, Richard sorta became
like the team mascot."  "More like team slut you mean",
Peter added without explaning.

"See ya later in gym", Allan and Peter called to me as they
rose from the table and walked off to class.

..... To be continued