Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 18:49:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: surprise of my life, Part 2

This story contains scenes of m-m sex, Interracial sex, anal sex, boys High
School age.

Warning: this story contains sexual scenes between two boys of High School
age; one is white and the other is black.  If you think you will be
offended by reading this story, please, do not read it.  All minors of 18
should avoid to read these stories for it could be unlawful on your state.

Note 1: I have to my dear Bertie, that had been a great help encouraging me
and giving me ideas.  I have to thank other readers as well, like David
Lilly, Alex Cladin, Rich, and Alan Adu for their enthusiasm and ideas.

Feed back is welcome.  Writers thrive on praises.  They are our pay.  They
are sweeter than money.

Any thing to tell, please email o:  "johngalaor@aol.com"


Foreword:

This is the story of Tom, a beautiful black boy of seventeen and his bottom
boy, Richie, a boy of sixteen; that Richie is me.  For more information you
have to read the first part.

Some words from Part One

On the second day, my ass was still remembering Tom for I was still feeling
something like... I had a purring pussy in my rear.  These were Tom's
words, "Your ass is like... like a soft... a soft purring kitten."

This afternoon Tom was not with the bunch of boys chatting.  I felt
disappointed all the way to my house I was looking back to see if he was
coming after me.  But he was not.

Some time later I was thinking about the day of my surprise.  I got the
idea that I was for years yearning for something.  I was not sure what it
was.  Perhaps I was yearning for something... something hard inside me.
Perhaps I have been always too soft in my body and mind.  So I was missing
his strength or something hard inside me to straight me up.  And I began to
think...  the hard thing I was missing...  had to be something hot... not
and pleasant...  like that  thing Tom has.


The Surprise of my Life.

Part Two

In the two days of my amazing surprise I was feeling great.  I was feeling
stronger, more sure of myself; even more daring.  But this great feeling
had been slowly evaporating by the third day and I was missing Tom.

Yesterday, Tom had not come after me either.  He was with his friends
chatting in the same place as always.  It seems he doesn't need me any
more.  This is sad, for I really needed him badly.  I want to feel good
again.  I mean... I needed to improve my well being.  That is... I wanted
more... more of his stuff.  I do not recall how he called the stuff he
injected in my body, it was like jissy or jizz or something, but it was a
great stuff.  Like a medicament.  I know it is not a medicament for I was
not ill, but it is a great enhancer of my mood.

I was beginning to get a little nervous as time passed for I needed more of
Tom stuff and also I missed the plenitude of his hard flesh; that is, I
wanted to feel again all the power of his fullness inside me.  I missed the
stretching, the sense of going bust I had.



This afternoon we had been doing some sport in school.  Well, not exactly
sport, for the laggard boys had to be running around the field for half an
hour.  So, I was not running so well as two days ago, after I had the
injection of Tom's stuff.  This day I was felling so weak and tired, that I
needed Tom stuff once more.  I had not met him these past three days for we
are not in the same grade in school.

Then, after the physical exercises, we were sweating like pigs and went for
the showers.  I was delaying as usual to enter naked in the showers, for I
feel shame of my dickie that is smaller than most boys.  Because of this
the boys made jokes at me.  A few of them love to caress my ass as they
passed, or worse.  One of the brazen boys going naked to the showers use to
hold his large member to tell me, "if suck it a pinch, you'll grow an
inch."  I never replied to these jokes for that it would make him cheekier.



Then, I was in the shower one of the last when it appeared Tom and five of
his black friends, in the line of showers in front of me.  I was glad to
watch Tom again... for he was more... he was sweeter to watch than his
friends.  But I was fearing something, for it is not common to watch so
many black boys in the showers, for they were not in the same grade as me.

The blacks had started showering and I dared to glance at them swiftly,
time and again.  I wanted to delight my eyes watching Tom naked.  Then, I
realized that Tom was bigger and more attractive than his friends.  But his
friends were also pretty blacks and very well endowed.  I mean, they were
cute big guys.

The black boys started to lather their skin and they seemed proud of the
bodies.  They were like... conscious; very sure of their size... and
conscious of the manly beauty of their bodies.  Thus... they were bragging
of their nakedness, of their proud meats they had between their legs.
Later they were lathering their huge things... that had grown
somewhat... they were like making a show of the most cherished part of
their anatomy.

Yeah, you are right.  I felt envy of them all.  I mean, I wanted to have
all this black meat for me.  They had their things so big.  And to end it
all, nobody could make fun of them for having a small dickie.  Their thing
were so big that they could be lathering, caressing and showing
them... without any shame.  Their dongs inspired respect and awe on all
observers.  That was the reason for some unknown legislators had declared a
taboo to watch this lovable piece of flesh.

I saw their flexible appendages as real wonders of nature; things that
inspire in my mind an undeniable delight.

They took great care with their huge dickies, lathered them well, and
played with them, rubbing with their own hands all the glory of its length.
But I am sure they would not mind others would take care of them, would
love them, and worship them with loving lips... or withing a hot and tight
hole, that would be a pleasure to visit.  I was ready to be a helper
pleasing any of them, even if I had to suffer some intense pain for a
while.

The white boys that were still in the showers finished and left.  Then, Tom
and his friends were lathering their members; they looked now like bigger.
They were like a jerking them with their hands going up and down on their
large dickies.  I was deep blushing for I was caught obviously watching in
delight the beauty of their show.

They seemed happy and proud of themselves in the showers.  I was excited
and amazed at the same time.  Then, I realized my own dickie had become
taut; a plain stiffie.  But the blacks boys were not aware of it or do not
made any jokes.

I was mesmerized for a while watching.  They were aware of this but looked
pleased.  Then, after a while they ended their shower and left.



As they parted I was full of doubts.  What was the meaning of this?  Had
Tommy told his friends about his surprise to me?  I mean, knew those boys
that... I had been... penetrated... by the huge thing of Tommy?  I was a
little like ashamed... by thinking that all those black boys would know my
secret, and that I was... how is it called?  That I was a fag.  What is
really yo be a fag?  I had to ask Tom about this word, for he surely knows.
I had heard this word a lot, for people is always saying a fag this, a fag
that.  But had never dared to ask anyone what the word fag means.

I finished my shower and get out, clothed and was ready to go home.  I was
hoping Tom would be waiting for me, that he would follow me like the first
time we met.



As I was going home I saw Tommy chatting with his friends.  He was watching
as I passed and smiled to me.  But also his friends were aware that I had
passed and they glanced at me a little.

As I was crossing the park I glanced backwards several times, to watch if
Tom was coming behind.  But he was not.  I felt like shit, for I really
needed him again to feel better.  I wanted to feel again like a man, with
the big thing of Tom stabbed in my ass.  I had never felt so bigger or so
full in my life.  This night and the following days I was full of energy
and daring.

As I crossed the park, I stopped by the bushes a minute or two to see if
Tommy was coming, but he did not.



I arrived at the door of my home and I watched back again.  There was not
any sight of Tom.  I felt rather sad as I opened the door.  I do not even
had a snack or something.  I sat on the couch trying to forget myself
watching some shitty television.  I had been till recently still watching
some kid movies, but now I was so pissed off that I was changing channels
like mad.  Not anything was entertaining me.

I threw myself on my bed.  After some minutes I was crying.  Perhaps Tom do
not liked me at all.  Perhaps he felt weak after giving me all his manly
stuff.  Ejaculation seems the correct word.  Why do he not needed me
anymore?  I needed him badly.  But... well, Tom do not looked any weaker as
he was in the showers, and his thing was... bigger than his friends.

Then, what happened?  Had he found a girl or something?  Does he not want
to surprise me anymore?  I was eager for a surprise.  I felt like poop.  If
Tom is surprising a girl... is my ruin.  Should not the girls remain chaste
till marriage?  They made a pledge of chastity or something I heard.  I
reasoned that stronger boys are too young to marry; they had not finished
their studies yet and had not a job either.  If girls are chaste, boys have
an opportunity to help... other boys in need like me.



When mom came home she called me for dinner.  I washed out my eyes and
looked at the mirror.  I do not wanted my mum to see I was crying.

Nevertheless she caught my eyes and knew that I was.  I told her that a boy
in school was burning some nasty stuff and my eyes were irritated by the
fumes it gave out.

"Nevertheless, you look like sad."  Said my mum.

"I had an argument with with a friend in school."



I had my dinner and watched the TV beside mom and dad.  I tried to forget
watching the movies and I was able to forget Tom for an hour.  Then, I was
concentrating in doing some home work for school.  I was a good student
then.  I wanted to keep having good grades as always.  But my experience
with Tom has subverted a little my good habits of homeworking.

I had some troubles concentrating in my home work; the images of Tom and
his friends in the showers were interfering with my concentration.



I do not need to tell this night I had troubles to sleep.  But at last I
was able to to.

Next morning I felt a little mad with Tom for all the troubles he was
causing me.  I had breakfast in a bad mood and my mom got a glimpse of my
temper but she said nothing.





This day I was attending school and had not to do physical exercises.
Then, I had not passed by the trial of going to the showers and watch again
Tom and his thuggish friends.  They were a brazen bunch yesterday with
their obscene show and I was on the verge of becoming insomniac.



At last the school day was finished and I had built in my mind a sort of
defense or armor to protect my weakness against Tom and his gang.

While passing near the gate of the school to go home, my face had a scowl
that reflected how pissed off I was.  I did not look at Tom and his gang
and followed my way looking forward.

When I arrived at the shrubs of the park I stopped like to piss and looked
back.  Then I saw Tom like a some 100 yards or so.  Then, I started to run
like a little devil.  I did not look back for Tom would not think
everything was all right.  I was angry with him.

I was breathing very hard for I am not good at sports, but then, I felt
like stopped in my track.  Tom had grabbed the collar of my shirt and made
me stop.

"Richie!  Honey!  Where are you going so fast?"

"I was not going so fast!"  I replied.

"You were not?  It seem you had seen the devil!"

"Well, I have reasons to believe you are the devil."

"Why?"

"Are you asking me why?"

"Yeah.  What happens?  I thought we were close friends."

"You are not my friend.  I was so pissed off that I nearly could not sleep
last night."

"Why?"

"For you do not loved me anymore."

"Why you say that?"

"Well, I have many reasons.  One is... those friends of you that were
showering before me, and teasing me showing their big dicks and laughing at
me."

"Oh, Richie!  My friends were not laughing at you!  They are like this
every time they are showering."

"But why they were laughing?"

"They are proud of having a big dong; they cannot avoid to brag about it. "

"Why?"

"They make a show of their dicks for they had any not other assets in life
to be proud of."

I felt more calmed, and we started to walk together, for I was eager to
arrive home.

"What you mean they had not any other assets?"  I asked Tom.

"I mean they have not money, not talent."

"What is this, they got not talent?"

"I mean, they have not good grades in school, not parents with a well paid
job.  This sort of things."

"I do not see the relationship."

"It's easy.  They would feel like shit if were not for the oversize dicks
they have."

"But why?"

"They are bragging about `this' singular talent they got."

"You mean that they..."

"Yeah.  They are blacks, but they are not athletes, they are not famous
singers, or rappers; they are not good in sports for they do not like
training.  They hate somewhat to be under the authority of a coach."

"They do not like coaches?"

"No.  They do not like anyone giving orders to them."

"Then, they were not laughing at me for I have a small dickie?"

"No.  They were not even aware that you had a stiffy.  I was aware, for I
love the white clit of you.  You know, I love all parts of your body."

"You like my body?"

"Of course.  You not remember that I've sucked your dickie?  Do I not told
you about all that nice flavors of your body?"

"Yeah."

"I love the sweet scent of your body.  I love your white skin.  Then, you
are to me like a sweety.  Don't you remember I guessed you have eaten
Danish cookies?"

"Yeah."

"Then, why do you say I do not love you?"

"Well... I was suffering a lot waiting for you to come after me yesterday,
to make me feel another of your surprises."

"I was waiting for your body to recover.  For you had to suffer a lot the
next day with your sore ass."

"Yeah.  It was sore, but by the second day after I was feeling alright.  I
was eager for another surprise, but you do not followed me.  You didn't
even come after me the third day.  Then, on the fourth day you appeared
with your friends in the showers.  I thought, `now all those black boys
would know that I am a... sissy boy or worse."·

"They do not know anything about you and me.  I cannot tell them, for they
would not understand my love."

"Would they not understand?"

"I bet they don't.  I never heard them talking about a how much they loved
a white ass."



We arrived at my home.

Y heart was pumping wild.  I hand was shaking a little as I eagerly turned
the key.  Then opened the door and we entered.

As we did, Tom commented,

"I would like to have a house like this one day."

I did not replied to his comment.

I went right to the kitchen and Tom followed me.  I began to open some
cupboard doors and to get out the cans.

"What are you doing?"  Asked Tom.

"I'm going to make tea."

"Tea?"

"To eat some Danish cookies."

"God!  There is a long time I had not eaten them."

I put on a kitchen apron of my mum to tease him.

Then, I asked him if he wanted something more nutritive than tea, like a
hamburger or some roasted wieners.

"No, Richie.  Just a cup of tea and the cookies."

"Ok."

I made the tea in a flash and put on the table two fine English china cups
of my mom.  I put also a little china jar with hot milk.  My mom loves
vintage Victorian china-ware.

I put some cookies in a big plate and we sat.

"Do you want some hot milk with the tea?"  I asked Tom.

"Oh, Richie.  I never had drunk a tea in my life."

"Why?"

"Poor people do not drink tea.  Less of all, black people."

"Well, I rarely do either.  It's my mum that likes to figure she is rich,
and loves to pretend it when she takes tea with her friends."

"She like to pretend it?"

"She would like to be.  But we aren't."

"Ok.  Let's finish this quickly."

"Why?"

"I am eager to feed you, Richie."

"You're eager?"

"Yeah.  I am about to explode.  I had been storing all this in my balls to
please you."

"You want to please me?"

"Of course.  You looked as desperate as I am."

"Ok.  You want to feed me?"

"Yeah.  I want to feed you of all my juices."

"I see what you mean."

"And after the feeding, I'll gonna breed you."

"Breed me?"

"Yeah.  I'll make you a baby."

"Oh!  So, you're as desperate as me.  Let's finish the tea."

Then we were having the cookies and drinking the tea like in a hurry.  I do
not wanted to make Tom to wait.

After we finished, I went running to my bedroom and Tom was going after me
and grabbing my rear buns.  I loved the feeling on his hands in my rear,
and I stopped a few times.  But he was so eager to get me that do not let
me to stop and pushed me all the way up the stairs.



We entered in my bedroom and I was eager to undress but I stopped waiting
for Tom to tell me what to do.

Tom passed the latch of the door and closed it.  Then he looked at me, and
asked,

"How is your sweet pussy?"

It took a couple of seconds for me to understand.  Pussy was either my ass
or my person.  Or both, probably.  Then I dared to say,

"It's eager for another surprise."

Tom was smiling at me and his face astonishing cute.  His lips were thick
and sexy and his eyes were like sparkling.  My glance went down to his
crotch and there it was, the flashing bulging of my dearest surprise.  I
think my eyes were wide open.  Then, Tom grabbed me by the waist and
brought me close to him.  He grabbed me by the waist and raised me up like
four inches.  I was now standing on the tip of my feet.  He started to suck
my lips and his tongue was exploring my mouth.  I was feeling the scent of
the cookies as he french kissed me.  His tongue had to be finding some bits
of Danish cookies in my mouth.

Recalling this moment, he was like a dominant power.  My lips were being
sucked up and I had a great deal of pleasure feeling his hungry eagerness.

Tom let me a second on the floor and hold me again with his hands in my
rear.

Then I hugged his body with my arms to steady myself.  He pressed his
crotch against mine.  I felt the heat and hardness of his wonderful bulge.
We were like this for a minute; his bulging was getting bigger against me.



When he let my mouth free and let me standing on my feet.  The fingers of
Tom were caressing my head, ruffling my hair.  I felt like a little boy.
For my dad and my uncles loved to ruffle my hair the same way.  This
carried me some years into the past, like in a time machine.  I loved this
feeling of Tom's fingers ruffling my blond hair.

"Many times I dreamed of doing this, Richie."

"What?"

"I told you.  I had always had a sweet tooth for white's of blond hair."

"All of them?"

"Only for the sweetest, like you."

"Then, if you tired of me, you would go looking for another white boy?"

"No.  I found my white boy already.  It's you."

"Me?"

"I was watching you for years as you were going out of school on your way
home.  But you were too young to go after you."

"Then... you chose me?"

"Yeah.  Some years ago I said, this will be my white boy."

"Oh!  Like in the novels?"

"Yeah.  Like in the novels."

Tom began to take my shirt off.  Then he was caressing my body with his
hands.  He was praising the whiteness of my skin and my slender body.  I
felt totally mesmerized.

Then, he smelled the skin of my neck, my chest and my belly.  He raised an
arm and smelled one of my armpits.  Then the other.

"The scent of the cookies is stronger today."  He said.

Then, he started to unfasten my jeans and pulled them down.  Then, he rose
me up in the air and put me standing on a chair.  He then bent down his
face towards my tighty whiteys and smelled there making a deep hissing.

"It smells of a little pee and yogurt."  Said Tom.

"Sorry."  I said a little afraid.

"Naw.  I love that smell."

Then, he pulled my tighty whiteys down and then appeared my clit hard and
pointing forward.

He went directly for it, and started to suck it.  I began to moan like
crazy, for his mouth was very hot, and my pleasure was almost unbearable.

Tom was aware of my impending orgasm and let my clit free.  Then he raised
one of my legs up got my little balls in his mouth.  I could not believe
the amazement I had.  Tom was able to get my small bag of balls in his
mouth.  The pleasure was not as intense as with the clit, but it was a very
good thing.  My clit would had not stand a minute more in his mouth.  I
would had shot my watery jizz in his mouth.  And this would be an
unbecoming accident.  A decent girlish boy does not shoot this stuff in the
mouth his lover.  It was my duty to get fed by him of his hot juices, not
otherwise.

Then, he let my balls and started to lick on my belly.  Later he went to my
nipples and sucked them a little.  Tom raised one of my arms and sniffed on
it, then he licked on my pits that barely had a few light hairs.

"Lovely."  He said.  "I love your smell, Richie."

"It's not offensive?"

"Your smell is of... of purity.  The smell of virginity."

"Virginity?"  I was a little puzzled.

"Yeah.  Like you were... an underage boy." Said Tom.

I felt very flattered as he said that.  Then he added,

"It's like the smell of... of a white girl or something."

I was a little surprised, but I liked the comparison.

"Something like what?"  I dared to ask.

"Like... like a girlish-boy."

I love the expression.  If Tom said that, he surely knew what he was
talking about.

Then, Tom put me on the floor and started to pull his shirt out.

I knelt on the floor and began to unfasten his trousers and pulled them
down.  Then it appeared... glorious, the splendor of his bulk that was held
prisoner by a dark blue underwear.

I buried my nose on his bulging tighties and smelled deeply.  I was there
in a rapture.

Tom was caressing my head and ruffling my hair with his fingers.  I was
like drugged with his manly scent.  Not that I knew about a man scent, but
for my dad.  For I passed a night in his bed some years ago.  My mom was
out on a business travel.  I was fearful of a thunder in a night that had a
great storm.  I beg my dad to let me sleep with him, for I was scared.  He
let me get in his bed.  As I curled up close to his body I inhaled the
unforgettable scent of my dad; he smelled different to my mum.  As I got a
whiff of his scent, I knew this was the odor of a man.  I got a stiffy
then, in spite of being only nine years old.



Now, with my face on the bulging briefs of Tom, I became like in a dreamy
state.  Then, Tom awoke me of my reverie with a tap on my head, and I
started to pull down his underwear.  I was delighted watching his great
dick.  It was almost hard already, showing all the glory of its potential
energy and power.  His member went forward and downward in a gracious arch.
I took it in my hand and it was... thick, but hot and flexible.  I could
sense the beats of his heart on one of the large veins that decorated his
large dick.  I was amazed watching the big head that was looking at my face
with its single eye.

"Take it in," Said Tom in a sweet voice.

It was not my first time, but I took it in my mouth with caution.  It is
not easy to engrave in your mind that swallowing such a large dick could be
easy.

Then I began to delight my tongue and my lips worshiping just the head.  I
was also stimulating the member by jerking it a bit with my right hand.  My
left one was caressing his big balls.  The head of the member began to
reward my taste buds with some globs of sweet cream.

The hand of Tom was on the rear of my head and he was discreetly pressing.

"Go for it," Said Tom with a most sweet voice.

I began to take it more deeply in my mouth.

"Aaah!  This is... glo... rious!" Moaned Tom.

I felt flattered and went a little deeper.

"How sweet of you," he moaned.

I made a hum through my nose as reply.

"Get it deeper, Richie."

I felt encouraged.  I had to take it all.

"You nearly got it, Richie.  Um!  Ah!!  It's delicious!"

I loved to hear his pleasure.

"Go deeper, honey.  Uh!  How sweet.  Uuuuh!"

"It's all yours."

Little by little I was able to swallow more and more of the glorious dick
in my throat.

Then, I felt it had passed my tonsils easily.  I felt like proud.  I could
not believe I had achieved this feat.

Finally, I has swallowed it all, for my nose was buried in the crisp pubs
of Tom.  I could smell the volatile essences of his maleness.  Then, he was
slowly going back and for in my deep throat.  I fell how it slid down and
up through me.

"You are sucking like a pro, Richie."

I was flattered by his sincere words.

"Oh, my!  This is great!"  Said Tom while going down on my throat.

Then, slowly he was going faster up and down.  I was mesmerized by the
power of his pleasure.  He was shouting the moans of his bliss.

I was in a trance, hearing his moans.  Then, I felt his dick got thicker
and started to pulsate.

"Aaaagh!!"  He roared like a lion as it has an orgasm.

I was feeling the mighty contractions of his dick in my throat.  He was
feeding me the powerful fluids of his manly essence.

I imagined all the sweet and nutritious cream that was going down gullet.
But I felt were the contractions of his large member in my throat.

After some seconds, Tom took his member back and let the last shots of
cream to spurt in my mouth.  I was delighted with power of his spurts.  I
was blessed with the thick salty sweetness of his cream.  I could not
believe how generous was his dick, for it was shooting globs and more globs
of hot energetic pleasure.

Slowly, Tom's dick was giving up less and less globs of nectar.
Nevertheless I was very happy feeling the part of the dick I had in my
mouth.  I was like enraptured.  My tongue was circling tireless around his
dick.  And with all the gluing sweetness I had in my mouth it was a total
delight.

After a while Tom took off his dick from my mouth and a was a little
disappointed.  I could be savoring his dick for hours.



Then, Tom asked,

"Can you go to the kitchen and get a refreshment?"

"Yeah.  Of course."

I put on my body a bathrobe to go down to the kitchen.

Tom opened the latch and I run downstairs.  I fetch a coke and went back
running to my bedroom.



Tom started to drink some coke and even gave it to me to sip something.
Then, he went to the bathroom and told me,

"Come on.  I am going to pee."

I went after him to watch his pissing.  I was delighted to see his enormous
dick pissing hard on the toilet basin.

"Hold it," he said.

I held his dick in my hand and felt the vibration of the stream of piss
coming out in potent spurt.  I loved it.  I was happy doing this.  Many
times I had the desire of holding someone's dick while he was pissing in
the toilets, but I was very afraid of doing so.

"You like the feeling?"  Asked Tom.

"Yeah.  It's lovely."

"I was thinking about the times you were tempted to do it."

"Yeah.  Many times."

Tom stop pissing.

"Can you wipe the last drops of my pee?"  Asked Tom.

"Yeah."  I said gladly.

I knelt on the floor and got his dick in my mouth.  I had the last drops of
pee.  Then, suddenly Tom surprised me with a little spurt of more pee, that
busted in my mouth.  This took me unaware and some of it run down my chin
to the floor.  His pee was rather salty but it had all the flavor and
essence of Tom.  I was gratefully surprised with this sudden spurt of pee.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah," I replied sincerely.

"Good.  Get a sip of coke."  He said.

I sipped a little from the can and then he finished gulping the remaining
liquid.

"Now, lest go back to the bed," he said.

As we were going to the bed,

"Take with you a towel," he said.

I grabbed a towel and Tom put it on the bed.

"It's to avoid making a mess in the sheets," he said.

"Ok"

"Put on your fours, here," said Tom pointing to the bed.

I put myself in position as he told.

Then, as I was on my four with my ass facing Tom, he applied his face to my
ass and began to lick it.  He was making noises as he were sipping a soup
or something.  This action of Tom alarmed me for I had just come from the
school and had not time to shower.  I feared he would find offensive the
smell of my ass.

"Oh!"  He exclaimed.  "This is... lovely."

"Sorry, Tommy.  I had not showered."

"I love you best this way.  It's most natural."

"Most natural?"

He had buried his nose in my ass again and was making noises as he were
smelling my ass deeply.

"Ooooh!"  He exclaimed.

"What happens?"  I asked.

"This is a real... pure... white pussy!"

I was a little scared for I do not understood yet the real meaning of the
word pussy.  But I began to get the idea that he was referring to my ass.

Then, he turned my body around and put me lying on my back.  He spread my
legs sideways and began to suck at my pecker.  He was doing this for a
time, then he raised his head and said:

"You know?  A straight guy does not suck dicks."

"Ah!  Oh!"

"But this is not a dick, but an oversize clit."

"What's a clit?"

"It is a little penis girls have."

"Oh!"  I said impressed that he knew so much about girls.

"I suck your clit to soften your ass."

"How d'you know this?"

"My uncle Nick told me.  I if you want to fuck the ass of a chick, you has
to eat her clit for a long while.  She them gets hot, almost crazy, and
lets you get her ass without making a fuss."

"He told you that?"

"Yeah.  So, I'm trying to soften your ass.  I want your pussy to relax;
that way you'll get it easier and enjoy the dick."

"Ah!"

Tom continued sucking my willy and I was feeling very good.  Then Tom felt
my clit was having some jerks and stopped.

"Now your ass is ready to take it, baby."  He said.

"Yes.  It's eager."

He grabbed the towel and spread it on the bed.

"Lie here on your belly," He said.

Then he grabbed the can of body milk that was on the night table.

"Rise you ass a little and spread out your legs."  Said Tom.

I did as ordered and spread my legs out.  He began to spread hand-cream in
my hole and entered a finger, then two.  Then he was like massaging my ass
cavity with two fingers.  Then, he did it with three.  He was playing with
them inside me and I was feeling eager for more.

He pointed his dick to my hole and began to push in there.  The head
entered with a little electric sting.

"How does it feel, girl?"  Asked Tom.

"Oh, it's good."

I was a little shocked that he called me girl.  But I realized that I was a
girl for him.  I was not offended for that.  I realized this was my role.

He began to move his dick in my ass, working only with half of it.

Each time his dick entered I was feeling great.  I was moaning like crazy
each time Tom pushed harder.  I think the pushing was doing some stretching
that caused some pain as well as pleasure.  Then, I understood that both
feelings were coupled, like we both were.  I was moaned like crazy each
time Tom was getting inward.  This made him enthusiastic.

As he was getting more and more excited, he was pumping his dick faster and
deeper.  I was feeling the tip of his dick was bumping on some obstacle
inside.

"Don't push so hard, Tom.  It hurts!"

He stopped for some seconds and said,

"I need to push harder, for I need to reach your womb."

"My womb?"

"Yeah.  Some people call it to take off the cherry."

"The cherry?"

"Yeah, but in fact... it's passing the second sphincter of your ass."

"My second sphincter?"

"Yeah.  It's like a barrier to enter in your womb.  It's like in girls.
They have not a deep vagina; but some 5 or 6 inches.  So, large dicks are
stopped at the end of the pussy.  It needs to push harder to enter the dick
in the womb."

"How you know all this?"

"My uncle Nick is an expert.  He knows everything."

"Does he read a lot?"

"Yeah."

Then he focused on his pending task of breeding my ass.

"Now, shut up.  I have serious work to do."

Then he resume the copulation on my ass.  He become harder again and was
pushing hard and hard, until the last barrier of my ass fell down, and
Tom's dick entered into my womb.

As he was going in and out I heard inside my body like an inner hammering.
I thought this was like a door or an inner valve I had in my body that was
opening and closing as Tom's dick passed the barrier and retired back.
Then, I was feeling now all the sinuous profile of his dick pulsating
inside my ass as it was coming and going.

It was like hurting, but at the same time it was also a pleasure.  It like
a marriage between them both, pain an pleasure.

I was moaning like crazy all the time, for both reasons, the pain and the
bliss.  My heart was pumping like crazy and I felt like inflated and my
breath was laborious and heavy.  I felt like little ring on my ears, so
huge was his fucking.

Tom was also heaving aloud and sweating a lot.  Drops of sweat were falling
on my back and my neck.  I felt also a lot of heat radiating on my back and
ass that was also wet with his sweat.

Then, suddenly his dick like swelled further, and had some jerks.

"Aaaah!"  Shouted Tom.  "I'm just... breeding you!"

His breath was heaved.  I was overwhelmed by the effort Tom was doing to
breed me true.

I had experienced the passion of Tom before, but he had not reached my womb
like now.  I felt his power hammering to reach the deepest folds and
creases of my inner recesses.

I felt the tremors of his black thing as he was injecting me with heavy
doses of his manly seed.  Millions of microscopic black babies were being
shot into my womb.  My rear cavity was overflowing with slippery stuff as
Tom was pounding my ass in wild fury.

Then, all this might suddenly collapsed and he fell like an exhausted giant
on my back.

His huge member was totally embedded in me and it was still having some
jerks now and them.

Tom was recuperating his normal breath while he rested on my back.  I loved
to feel the weight of him like a giant sleeping over my body.

I was overwhelmed by the miraculous experience of his breeding.  There was
a reason to be crashed by his power.  He had never exercise this way
before.  He was developing his sexual powers very fast with the experience.

When Tom recuperated his ability to think, he said,

"Was it good, Richie?"

"Yeah!  It was great, Tom!"

"Good!  I want my girls to feel great."

I was not surprised that he said my girls, for he had had reached already
my womb and he said he had bred me good.  So, I dared to ask him something,
just for the sake of chatting,

"Was it good my ass, Tom?"

"Yeah!"

"Was only good yeah?"

I teased him.

"Yours the best pussy in the world."

I was proud to hear that for I had the best pussy.

He remained for a while inside me.  But former glory of his size was
shrinking and getting soft.  I was a little sad for that, for I was
mesmerized by his power.

Then, his dick was off and he lay on his back beside me.  I was admiring
his tired body lying on his back.  I caressed him softly not touching him
on his wonderful dick that surely deserved a peaceful rest.  I wanted to
suck his thick lips in my mouth.  But he looked so tired and so sweaty that
I do not dared to.  He needed to rest to recuperate some of his power.  For
it is not often that a young black like him perform this sort of miracles.



After a while resting he said,

"Let's have a shower.  I cannot go home smelling this."

"Smelling of what?"

"Smelling of sex."

"Does she not like you to have sex?"

"She is fearing I will make a baby."

"Why is she?"

"She says, if you make a baby, your have get a job.  And I want you to do
some college."

"She wants you to do some collage?"

"That's the main reason."

"Your mom has common sense."

"Yeah.  That's why she often tells me.  If you want to fuck, better you
look for a boy pussy.  They do not get impregnated."

"Yeah.  Your mom is very clever."

"Yeah.  Let's go for the shower."