Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 10:44:43 +0000 From: Moore Subject: Blackmale (Part 6) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL) BLACKMALE (PART 6) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL) BLACKMALE (Part 6) BY: MOORE "Do you play ball, Cole, do you play ball" the Coach's words were echoing in my ears as I stumbled out of his office in a trance-like state. I almost expected to see my mother and uncle, but the locker room was deserted. Painful balls and a throbbing erection brought me back to reality. I had to rejoin my gym class out on the field, but not with an oozing cock hard up against my stomach. I had to jerk off a load, empty my cum filled balls. I moved quickly through the locker room, past the showers, and pushed open the squeaky door into a thankfully empty bathroom. Sinks and urinals along one wall, toilet stalls on the opposite wall. I hurried to a stall that was marked out of order, closed and locked the door and began to work on my swollen prick. I froze in mid-stroke, close to orgasm, the squeak of the bathroom door signaled another visitor. Fearing discovery, naked and jerking off in the bathroom, I quietly sat on the toilet's tank, my feet out of sight on the seat. There was space between the door and the frame, I could look out and see the urinals, I hoped nobody would look in. Two voices approached the urinals in front of my stall. "I gotta piss so bad I can taste it." "Me too." "Save me a little." "A little what?" "Save me a little of your piss. I want to taste it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Who are these guys? I couldn't see faces, only their asses standing in front of the urinals with their shorts and jocks down to mid-thigh. "I want to see if yours tastes different from a guy whose had a lot of beer. C'mon, one squirt. Let me just bend over and get the tip in my mouth, ok, go ahead. Mmmm, definitely different, better too. I like it. Let me suck you now, I need to get off a load. I'm still hot from watching those naked kids. It'll be ok, the kids are on the field and the Coach is with the football team. We're alone. Please Randy." Randy!! The piss drinker must be Terry!! The two student teachers I thought, drawing away from the door in shock. "What you said when we were talking in the locker room before, you were right of course Randy, I am a faggot, slut cocksucker .... and I love it. So, can I?" "Ok Terry, but make it fast. I'd hate for one of the kids to catch us with my dick in your mouth." I heard Terry say, "That'd be ok Randy, I'd go down on his cock too. I'd suck off the entire class... be just like summer camp when I was suckin' and swallowin' cum from fifteen, twenty cocks a day. Naked, on my knees, in a room full of guys. My place in life." My ears were on fire. My head was spinning. My own jerk off fantasy. From my hiding place I watched Terry sink to his knees and, in one continuous motion, slide his mouth onto Randy's prick until his lips were lost in the pubic hair. He put a hand on Randy's ass and used the other to work his own erection. "I'm ready to shoot. Let's see if my aim is as good as your biker friends", Randy said as he pulled back and jerked his cock in front of Terry's open mouth. Randy exploded, his cum jetting into Terry's open mouth and on his face. Terry exploded, his cum landing on and between Randy's legs. I exploded, my cum landing on the door to the toilet stall. "Let me clean it up", Terry said licking his cum off Randy's legs and off the tile floor. Gross, I thought, but noticed my cum dripping down the door towards the floor, threatening to reveal my presence. There was no toilet paper in this out-of-order stall. I had no choice but to follow Terry's example and quietly lick my cum off the door. "We better get going", Randy said putting on his shirt, pulling up his jock and shorts. "Wash your face, you got my cum all over you." "Thanks Randy. Would you also check me for cocksucker mouth?" "What the hell is cocksucker mouth?", Randy asked. "Oh yeah, how would you know. Well, when I deep throat a guy down to the curlies or suck on his balls, sometimes hair sticks in my teeth. Get it, pubic hair in your teeth... ....cocksucker mouth." "You are too fuckin' much. No hair, you're ok. Get dressed and lets go, I've got a class tonight." Terry said, "I have to be back on campus too. I'm president of the introduction committee this year and we got a meeting tonight. We take small groups of high school seniors on tours of the university, show them a good time, bed 'em overnight in the dorms, encourage them to apply for admission. Got a group coming in tomorrow from Thailand." Tasting the cum in his mouth, Terry looked at Randy thinking what a good pal, even though he's straight. I really should tell him about my step-brother so he'll understand why I'm such a faggot slut cocksucker. "I'm all dressed let's go." I waited a few minutes until I was sure Randy and Terry were gone before opening the door to my hiding place. Knowing I had to get to class before they sent somebody looking for me, I hurried to the locker room, put on gym clothes and joined my class. "Coach kept you a long time", Peter said as I joined him and Allan doing jumping jacks with the rest of the class. "Is there a problem?" "No, everything's fine", I replied as I moved easily through the exercise routine. Sit ups, push ups, knee bends, palms to the ground. I'm no athlete, but I have a lean and limber body. The football team was running plays on the other side of the field. "You guys going to the game tomorrow?" "I'm going", Allan and Peter both responded as the instructor blew his whistle and called out, "Hit the showers." "My mom comes home tonight, but I'm sure she'll let me go", I said as we walked back to the locker room. Coach's rules were in effect here too. Every boy had to shower after gym class. Shirts, shorts, jocks and socks into the large laundry baskets provided. The shower room had six heads and one separate stall with an opaque glass door marked, staff only. Forty naked teenage boys pushed to get under the shower spray. Bars of soap were passed from hand to hand. It was impossible to avoid brushing up against the soap slick body next to you. "What time does the game start", I asked Peter as I passed him the bar of soap. "The game starts at one Cole, but come earlier, we'll hang out", Peter said passing the soap to Allan. "We'll tell you more about what happened to Richard last year." Exactly what I wanted to hear about I thought as I closed my eyes to wash the soap out of my hair. Peter, or maybe it was Allan, pressed a hand against my cock. "You guys ever get laid", Allan asked. "I mean fuck a girl." "Not me." Peter and I responded. "What about you, Allan, you ever go all the way?", I asked. "No", Allan replied and then blurted out. "But I sorta got a hand job this summer." "Tell us, tell us. Who did it? Does she go to school here?" Peter said excitedly. Oh crap, Allan thought. Why did I say that. I can't tell them the truth. They'll think I'm queer. I gotta tell 'em something though he thought as he remembered the incident. Allan had been watching the lifeguard all afternoon. The towel accross his middle hardly concealing a full blown erection. At break time, the lifeguard walked past Allan's poolside lounge on his way to the lockers. "You've been watching me, c'mon." Allan followed like a puppy, wrapping the towel above his waist to best hide his tented bathing suit. Alone, in a corner of the locker room, the lifeguard felt the front of Allan's bathing suit, You're hard for me. I knew it." He pulled down his speedos, took Allan's hand and put it on his exposed cock. "Jerk me off." The lifeguard smiled as Allan did as he was told and jerked him off. Within minutes, Allan ejaculated, filling his bathing suit with sperm. The lifeguard calmly shot his load on Allan's body and walked away. Allan finally said, "Last month my family and I were at the lake. They have little cabanas where you can change your clothes. Anyway, this girl comes in and we're alone in the cabana. She started rubbing my dick through my bathing suit. I got a hard on so fast, the tip of my dick was stickin' out the top of my suit. Then she took my hand and put it inside her suit. We heard someone coming in so that was the end of that." "Did you cum? Did you look for her again?" Peter asked. "Yeah, uh, I came." Allan started to say, "I looked for hi, um ah, uh that girl, but I couldn't find her." Looking to change the topic, Allan said, "Say, we better get out of here, the football team will be coming in soon." The three boys dressed hurriedly and as they were leaving the locker room Peter said, "Would you let a guy blow you? I mean when my brother was home from college I heard him talking on the phone and he was saying, 'Yeah, the faggot was good. Set him up again for the next frat party. No, I prefer broads too, but nobody sucks cock like a fag.' "So would you let a guy suck you off?" Allan and I looked nervously at each other. Afraid to say the wrong thing. Allan spoke first. "It depends, um. I mean like, whose the guy? You wouldn't have to do anything? What do you think Cole?" "Let me think a minute", I said stalling for time. "Well, if Peter's older brother thinks it's ok, then I guess...." Feeling more confident with this logic I continued, "I guess its ok. Sure, why not. A blow jobs a blow job." "I agree with Cole", Allan said. Leaving it at that. A block or two from school the three boys split up calling out, "See ya tomorrow."