Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2003 17:14:39 -0700 From: Lil' Horn Dawg Subject: "Black Boy Jackoff Orgy" Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. The characters don't exist and the events never happened. If you consider fictitious accounts of minor boys engaged in sexual activities to be objectionable, please read no further. Otherwise, enjoy! **************** "Check it out," said Mike, pushing his big banana-curved teendick to the side and cranking it overhand. "Dis is da bomb right here if you stroke it like this." Shante imitated his older buddy, switching to an overhand stroke and pumping his legs in and out with each thrust of his hips. Mike was a beautiful fifteen-year-old stallion with chocolate skin, thick eyebrows and a killer smile. Watching him jerk off filled eleven-year-old Shante with strange feelings. Feelings he liked but didn't understand. "Yeah, thaz right," Mike encouraged him, "work it in and out, just like you be fuckin'... work the head, make it feel good..." "Nah, thaz wack," smirked Charles, watching sidelong and beating his own fat boner with a traditional, vertical-fisted stroke. Charles was the know-it-all of the bunch, a streetwise thirteen-year-old with a freaky sense of humor and a cocky attitude that compensated for his insecurity about being rather short. What he lacked in height he made up for in muscle and dick, and a kissable face that girls often called "cugly". Charles was obviously eager to show off his equipment and technique to the younger, inexperienced boy. "This is how to stroke a dick," he groaned. "Daaamn, this shit feels like pussy, yo." His head fell back as his fist made a nasty, squishy rhythm on his thick meat, slick with a mixture of baby oil and precum. "Word," drawled Duane, the oldest boy at sixteen, and for all intents and purposes a full-grown man. He sprawled in the armchair next to the sofa shared by Charles, Mike and Shante, watching the porno video playing on the TV screen and occasionally stealing glances over at Maleek, who had the only dick bigger than his own even though he was only fourteen. A measuring contest earlier had established his supremacy, with Maleek's dick topping out at just over nine inches from hair to tip, a quarter-inch over Duane's. Some argued that Duane had come in second only because his dick had a slight downward curve, and Maleek's was perfectly straight -- but even Duane admitted that Maleek's shaft was thicker and more massive. Maleek himself, a light-skinned mulatto kid whose baby face contrasted obscenely with his freakish dick, was totally riveted on the TV screen, biting his lips as he jerked fiercely and savored every minute of the porno flick. He hadn't jerked off in a week and was super-horny. Shante, the youngest at eleven, was less interested in the video and more in the naked bodies and big hard dicks of his older companions. His eyes roved freely around the room, taking in the sleek rippling muscles, the impressive bushes of pubic hair, the massive shafts and balls that made his own bald five-inch boycock look like a joke. They had teased him during the measuring contest, except for Duane who said he had a respectable dick for a 99-pound little kid. Shante watched him now, fascinated by the monster rising from between the big stud's powerful legs, sliding sensually in and out of his strong fist. Duane never took off his sunglasses, even while naked, so Shante couldn't be sure if Duane knew he was watching him. Maybe Duane was watching him back. He looked away just in case, and checked out the other boys. Each had a different style of jacking off and a different expression on his face; some were intent and brooding, others dazed and gooned-out. "Damn dat bitch is fine," growled Mike, staring at the screen and gritting his teeth. "I would fuck the shit outa dat." "I would eat that pussy, yo," hissed Maleek, playing with his balls with his spare hand. "I would eat that shit raw." "I would eat it with you," said Charles, his voice cracking with pubescent excitement. His hand made sweet love to his cock with the mastery of long practice. "I would eat it while she sixty-nines on my dick." "How 'bout you, Shante," said Mike, "would you eat that sweet pussy?" "Hell yeah," answered Shante, like he knew he was supposed to. "Thaz right, he knows what time it is," said Mike. "He might be young but he knows what time it is." "Pass me that lube, yo," said Duane. "My shit is getting dry." Maleek poured some baby oil on his giant prick before tossing the bottle to Duane. The bottle made the rounds and soon the room was filled with the sounds of fists pumping copiously lubed boycocks. "Damn yo," moaned Charles, "I'm getting close..." "Me too," said Maleek in a thick voice. The boys had been jacking off for over an hour so far, and he was amazed he hadn't cum yet, after going a whole week without relief. "I'm fixin' to cum," said Charles suddenly. Mike pulled away from him just in time, right as Charles fired a three-foot rope straight up into the air. "Unngghh!" he grunted fiercely as the load splattered down on his ripped chest and stomach. For the next fifteen seconds he twitched and shivered in the incomparably intense pleasure of a black teenboy orgasm. "Right now, oh shit!" hissed Maleek, thrusting out his hips and straightening his legs as his week's reserve of thick cream gushed out and poured down his knuckles, wrist, shaft and balls. His huge dick became a nine-inch tower of pure ecstasy and he joined Charles with his own moans of sweet agony. "Don't get that shit on my mom's chair, yo!" warned Duane, and Maleek quickly caught the dripping sperm in his left hand. "Fuck the chair, man, he got cum on my leg!" said Mike, pointing to a small white droplet that had landed on his thigh. "Don't sweat it, man, you won't get pregnant," quipped Charles, gradually coming down off his orgasmic rush. "Fuck dat shit! Thaz nasty!" "It's friendly fire, yo!" laughed his neighbor. "Oh shit, here cums mines," said Duane, rapidly boiling over. "Oh FUCK!" Shante, furiously beating off, watched the buff sixteen-year-old explode in a violent, aggressive climax. The sheer force of Duane's convulsions almost frightened him as he realized what powerful sex machines older boys are. Duane cussed and hissed as his fist-choked fuckmuscle pissed out spray after spray of sparkling white cum, hosing down his muscular neck and slab-like pecs. Both Charles and Maleek had shot impressive loads, but Duane was unleashing enough baby-batter to knock up a whole cheerleading squad. Shante was overwhelmed with lust as he fisted his immature dick and watched Duane's dick launch streamers of white juice that splatted down all over his rock-hard torso, filling up the grooves between his muscles and running down his ribs. "Daaaaaamn, he hit his face!" guffawed Mike, his own fist flying on his dick as he watched Duane cum and cum. "SHIT!" spat Duane, his lips ruffled in a pissed-off, vicious expression. His buff legs kicked out, accidentally hitting the coffee table, rattling the glass top. "FUCK! SON OF A BITCH! DAAAAAAAAAAAMN THIS SHIT FEELS GOOD..." "Word!" croaked Mike, on the verge of getting his own nut. "I'm 'a bust it too, yo!" Shante felt the boy next to him reach climax; Mike's whole body rippled, shaking the sofa. His size-12 feet pointed and scraped the floor and he puffed out his air in a loud "PUHHHHH!" as he ejaculated his creamy wad. It didn't squirt as dramatically as Charles' or Duane's loads had, but his grunts and moans let everyone know that he was feeling some serious tingles down there. The whole time he kept his eyes on Shante beside him, watching the younger boy whack on his hard little dick. "Thaz right boy, you cum too," he said in a trembling voice. "Nah, he can't cum yet," said Charles, wiping up his messy load with Kleenex from a box on the coffee table. "He's too young." "I can too cum!" protested the eleven-year-old, breathing hard as he masturbated with all his energy. "I don't shoot yet but I get the feeling in my dick!" "Nah," scoffed Charles with a smirk. "He says that but he just fakes it. Look at him, he just a lil kid. He seen me and my brother cum so he just copies us and shit." "I ain't lyin'," managed Shante, "I'm 'bout to get the feeling right now!" He squinted his eyes shut and compressed his lips in effort. "Yeah, right." "Shut up, yo, let's see him do it," said Duane. "I'll tell you if he's for real." "Almost there," whimpered Shante, his unchanged voice trembling as his muscles started to tighten up. "I'm really close... fuck!" "Nah," giggled Charles, "he's just fakin' like the bitches in them pornos." "Shut up, yo!" "There he goes," nodded Mike, "he goin' off, check it out." "Of shit!" cried Shante. Being surrounded by five naked older boys sent him over the edge into the strongest climax of his young life. He gave a strong shudder and started to buck wildly. "I'm gonna feel it," he gasped, "right now!" "Oh yeah, he's feelin' it," said Mike. "He's fakin' it, yo!" insisted Charles. "He always does this!" "He's dry-cummin', yo," said Maleek, "look at his eyes." "Nnngghhhhh!" roared Shante, orgasm slamming into his eleven-year-old body. And then it happened! To his surprise as much as everyone else's, his tortured hairless boner let loose a thin spray of milky boy-sperm for the first time, almost as if his body had been determined to defy Charles' taunts. Not only did he orgasm, he squirted toe sperm to prove it! "He AIN'T fakin'!" gasped Charles, his jaw falling and eyes bugging out. "Oops!" gaped Maleek, punching Charles on the arm and laughing. "Whaaaaaaaaaat!" said Mike, swelling with pride for his little buddy's victory. "No shit," said Duane. "Well if that don't prove it, I don't know what will." Shante released a cry of emotion mixed of pure torrid pleasure, amazement, triumph and relief. He had broken a sweat and his eyes were watery. His first ejaculation had felt a million times better than all the dry-cums he'd ever had, put together. "Hell yeah, boy," Mike said softly, affectionately grazing Shante's tightened-up balls with the side of his finger. "I knew you had it in you." "Damn, kid!" cheered Duane. "How'd it feel to bust dat nut for the first time?" Shante caught his breath and started to laugh involuntarily. "Like a motherfucker!" "You a freak!" said Maleek, throwing Shante a high-five. "Dat's real cum," said Duane. "And he don't even have hair yet. Damn, I couldn't shoot cum till I was twelve." "Feeling STOOPID, Charles?" jeered Mike. Shante milked out the last drop of his virgin load and fell back exhausted. This was the happiest day of his life. He couldn't wait to show off to his other friends. He knew that nobody would ever accuse him of being a faker, ever again! :: DA END :: (Cumments welcum but no flames please... lilhorndawg@hotmail.com)