Date: Fri, 10 May 2019 21:45:27 +0000
From: Derek HERFORTH <pacificrimshot@hotmail.com>
Subject: Learning the basics 3

Learning the basics (from a sexpert): 3

Time: early-mid 1960s

Characters: Kent (narrating in the first person):

white, just turned 16; an early bloomer, genitally `highly gifted' mid-teen
(an inheritance), already sporting a stallion-sized kit, has not been using
it though, as he's instead been initiated into pretty heavy-duty bottoming
for

Rodney, Kent's new Minder:

black, 37; since his mid-teen years, a deft seducer of young white boys,
whom he then mentors, `minds'; prodigiously endowed total top,
persuasively, but neither demeaningly nor sadistically dominant, has always
managed to have his way, any way he wants, with the many lads he's got
himself into to date; Kent proves no exception to this well-established
rule

Nate:

to be introduced in the course of Chapter 3.

Place:

Initially, a large city in the American Midwest, with the standard (for the
period) black ghetto; daily life still largely segregated for most
residents of both races (Ch 1).

In Ch 2, Kent visits NYC during his summer vacation, to spend several weeks
with Rodney.

Subsequent chapters take place in NYC, back in the Midwest, and finally, in
California, where Kent ends up in college at barely 18 (and, at long last,
age of consent).

Recap:

Six months after getting himself seduced by Rodney at home in the Midwest
(Ch 1), Kent joins his Black Minder in New York (Ch 2) for a visit of
several weeks. Rodney has much to teach him about becoming a mid-teen anal
super-lad:

a. hygiene, and how to exercise and care for those special parts of his
(internal) anatomy,

c. tips on attracting top males worthy of Kent's looks, brain, equipment
and evolving sexual savvy,

d. hints on getting his body used for frequent, totally pleasurable sexual
diversion.


It's a pretty steep learning curve for young Kent, but making his way
through his second week in the Big City, he's already starting to get into
the swing of things. Rodney is eager for Kent to meet men of the Circle, as
well as the white lads more or less Kent's own age who are regularly
involved in the Circle's activities. A large gathering happens to be
planned on Rodney's third Saturday in the City; it'll be in Harlem at
someone's huge mansion and Rodney has already RSVP-ed for the two of
them. As there will probably be over thirty people present, Rodney's very
aware this will be an absolute first for young Kent, fresh from the
Midwest. He's very careful to introduce the nature of the Circle and its
members in a subdued, none too sensational way. Kent's curiosity is
whetted, and the ideas Rodney lays out for him manage to get him intensely
excited about attending the gathering in the company of his Black
`Sponsor'.

Chapter 3: (Mostly dialogue, hopefully not too long-winded, between Kent
and Rodney about the Circle and their up-coming attendance at the event,
where Kent will be presented as Rodney's `new boy'. Some action, with a
third party, crops up somewhat unexpectedly, at least for Kent, but he
warms to it, almost immediately. Rodney looks on, mostly.)

As my third weekend in New York approaches, Rodney prepares me for our
first social event, a `large-ish gathering of the clan' at somebody's huge
mansion in Harlem. The Circle, as it's called, consists of some forty
male-inclined Black Boys and (mostly) Men who range in age from `early
bloomer' low-teens to mid-sixties. There will also be a number of `young to
youngish' white guys in attendance, `just never enough to go around',
Rodney mentions, with a wink. Their ages can range from quite young to late
20s; all are passionate fans of the Black Male. Some of the younger white
boys are quite recent inductees into that special form of dedication and
homage, so, they're `still being taught, undergoing their education' at the
hands (and glands) of Members of the Circle, just like Rodney, in his
`minding' of me, in fact.

In prep for the gathering, there will probably be some shopping to be done,
I'm told. Rodney also intends to provide me with a lot of background on the
group and how it operates before we make our first appearance there
together.

As the week prior to the event progresses, our prep gets under
way. Mid-week after work, Rodney gets me to model for him the several pairs
of slacks I've brought with me from home. He wants to make sure I have
something suitable to wear. His conclusion:

"Nope, nothing you've got there is going to fill the bill, Kent. So, I'll
be taking Friday afternoon off work and we'll go shopping, for something a
bit more `butt-hugging' for you, ok?"

"Well, I've always dressed for comfort, not for show."

"Understand, and I'm not being critical here, cos I appreciate comfort in
daily wear too. Besides, you're hardly to be blamed; not many boys from our
neck of the woods would know how to dress `for show in the city' in any
case. It's a learned skill, ok? I just want you looking your best when I
introduce you to my Circle Brothas. You have a lovely – no, an
`absolutely first-class' – butt, Kent, and I want that seen and
appreciated, as I'm sure it will be, when I show you. You also boast a fine
package down in front, and some people will, I'm sure, be looking at you
from that angle – now, maybe not as many as will be admiring your
rear-parts, but your basket is not going to be totally ignored, I can
assure you!"

It's an utterly new feeling to me, the sense of pride and intense
excitement at being shown off to Black Men by my own Black Minder.

On Friday, 12:30-ish, Rodney shows up for lunch, after which we're
scheduled to go out shopping together for underwear and slacks for
me. (Some of my pre-existing shirts, newly purchased just before I left
home, have actually been deemed `acceptable' by Rodney.)

But my Black Minder had not gotten himself into me that morning before he
left for work (weekday mornings can be tough in that sense), so at lunch,
I'm told he needs to spend some time inside me, fuck me before we go out,
and am delegated time in the bathroom to get myself ready for him. He then
takes me to bed and we fuck for about an hour; he gets me to cum twice,
saves himself for a mega-download deep up inside my rectum as I cum the
second time. Another thirty minutes to get ourselves cleaned out (mostly
me) and spruced up; by about 3pm we're on the streets, shopping.

I'm amazed by how much Rodney knows about tailoring, various cuts,
especially when it comes to the rear panel of slacks. But first off, he
takes me to the all-male only Under-Gear shop where we get some underwear
quite unlike any I've ever worn before. Without feeling at all tight on my
large boy-basket, the briefs are designed to `pouch a guy up' very nicely
in front, so that, especially in my new slacks, I find, they do a decent
job of `suggesting pretty clearly exactly how much you have going on down
there', as Rodney so delicately puts it.

"You hide way too much away when you're in your boxers, Kent, unless, of
course you get aroused and then show us how you can snake down your left
pant-leg", with a chuckle.

"I know, people just can't judge my size when I'm in boxers. But I'm so
used to them now, I can only put up with briefs for short periods, they
feel so constricting on me!"

"Sure, Kent. That's what cheap briefs are all about, unfortunately. They're
made mostly for under-endowed males. So that's precisely why we bought into
the Ex-spandex-like material for you ... with its loose stretch, it manages
quite nicely to bolster you up in front, without pinching your cock n
balls, right?"

"Yeah, they're really pretty amazing, I must say ... feel wonderful."

The new slacks I end up with are of a cut I'd never think to buy for
myself. Even if Rodney'd bought me a pair back home, I'd probably not dare
to wear them there, I think. But now, here I am, in New York, huh!

In the restroom at UnderGear, Rodney has me change into a pair of my new
briefs; he then takes me into a big, rather up-market men's wear outlet to
try on slacks. A somewhat older Black gentleman, an attendant, in his late
forties, perhaps?, directs us most politely to the fitting rooms, promising
to fetch clothing, attend to our needs, becoming, in fact, very attentive,
once he's confirmed that we're shopping together, studly Black Rodney in
his late thirties, and mid-teen white me.

Once the three of us are in the fitting room area, the attendant, whose
name-tag says `Nate', offers to get me out of my street-wear, before he
goes to fetch slacks `off the rack' for me to try. He asks politely for
permission, looking at Rodney out of the corner of his eye for a reaction.

"Just let me help you get out of what you're wearing, my boy, so you can
try on some of our latest slacks."

"Sure; grateful for any help you can offer him. I'm sure he'll appreciate
your services," Rodney nodding at him, nonchalantly.

In fact, once he's got that go-ahead, Nate is going to insist on changing
me into and out of each pair of slacks, Rodney looking on, and not
discouraging him in the least.

But first off, he stands facing me, unbuckling and unzipping me with
professional smoothness. My front-pouch is in very clear evidence, he can't
have failed to notice. In fact, after unzipping me, he simply parts the two
sides of the front panel of my slacks, leaving my bulging briefs in full
view. I have my thighs slightly splayed, so the slacks fail to descend to
my ankles, but remain, held in place at my waist by my butt. I stand there
for a moment, all open in front.

"Oh my! I think I'm going to have to see if your young friend here might
not require some alterations to the tailoring of the slacks we currently
have on the rack, sir", looking over at Rodney. "I'm not sure we have
anything in stock that might be of maximum comfort for him, in the crotch
area, I mean."

"Yes, I know what you mean, Mr Nate. It's easy to see how cramped and tight
those slacks he's now wearing have become for him. But don't worry; Kent
here is used to having new clothes altered to fit the rather unusual
features of his anatomy. It won't be the first time that's happened."

"I see; so he's been having his slacks altered for some while now?"

"Yes, he has; ever since puberty, several years ago. Shops are very rarely
properly stocked for his special needs. Boys his age, height, etc., are
just not expected to be fully adult sized in that particular area, I
guess."

"Yes, what you're saying makes total sense to me now that I see him
here. He's extraordinarily developed for a lad his age, very full-grown,
I'd say."

Nate gently squeezes my thighs together slightly so he can slide my slacks
down and off for me. To get them off, though, he kneels down in front of
me, his face only inches from my bulging crotch. I sense him breathing a
bit harder, and notice Rodney looking over with increased interest.

Nate manages to get me out of my street-slacks, stands back up and folds
the trousers neatly, leaving them on a small side-table in the outer
fitting room. As he turns back towards me to explain he'll be away for a
moment to get `the first batch off the rack', I can see he too is bulging,
fairly prominently, right where you might expect him to. But then Nate
ducks out.

"Did you see that, Rodney?"

"I sure did, Kent. You're totally turning him on with those briefs we just
bought."

"I like to think it's what's in the briefs, Rod."

"Smart-ass boy, of course it is! It's how the briefs suggest so obviously
what a big young boy you are – he loves it, I can tell!"

"You never get like that with me, Mr Rodney – all aroused by my
boy-basket, do you?"

"There's a perfectly good reason for that, laddie."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'm a top. Our assistant here, Mr Nate, is almost certainly a
bottom."

"Amazing how he gives it away like that, huh."

"Most bottoms just can't help it, have no way of controlling their
reactions to what Nate's now seen on you, Kent. They suddenly get into
heat, many of them, from the power of your display, you see?"

"Yes, I most certainly do, Mr Rodney – thanks!"

"One other thing: you ask me, and I'd bet, given his age, color, bottom
status, he's gonna be totally addicted to young white cock, exactly what
you're offering so innocently in those new briefs. He's going to be
attending to us here for as long as we like this afternoon, I bet."

"Hmm, never realized I had that kind of power before, Rodney."

"For Black bottom men hooked on white stud-teens, you most certainly do,
Kent. You wanna tease him a little here?"

"How so? Are there things we might get him to do for me?"

"Let him get as close to your boy-cock as you like, Kent. Now, I can be
here for that, or, I can go do my own shopping elsewhere, depending on what
would feel comfortable to you."

"And if you don't stay around, Rod?"

"Nate is going to want to rape you, right here, with his mouth, I guarantee
it. He wants your creamy, sticky white-boy load, in either spot, in fact,
but as he's at work, he's almost sure to suck you, for now. Getting you to
mount him would be too complicated, a bit risky at the work-place, no?"

"Yeah, but would you like to see Mr Nate rape me with his mouth?"

"Love to, Kent!"

"But will he go that far if you're here?"

"Sure, if we encourage him properly."

"You're turning me on, Rod. I'd love you to see that, him on his knees,
peeling down my new-bought briefs ..."

"Go for it, boy ... I'll approach and watch, from close at hand. He'll be
so into doing your big white penis for you, he won't mind a spectator in
the least, especially a Black one!"

Nate returns and I find it remarkably easy to seduce him into, eventually,
sucking my cock for me, right there in the fitting rooms with Rodney
looking on. I get Nate going like this:

Each time he gets me into or out of a pair of slacks, I move my hips so my
bulge grazes against his hands. By the third or fourth time I do that, I'm
beginning to engorge, getting too big even for the Ex-spandex-like material
of my new briefs. Nate takes the hint, and, at every opportunity, lets his
own hands flit over my en-briefed genitals, breathing more and more heavily
all the time. He throws glances in Rodney's direction, but all he gets in
return are gentle smiling nods, as if to say, `go ahead, have your fun with
my lad'.

Nate's initial fleeting brushes across my cock and then testes turn
gradually into gentle but very direct digital fondling with his fingertips,
then into rather more whole-hearted groping of my entire basket, still very
tender, sweet and gentle. Then, his hand reaches in between my upper thighs
to check the size of my now rigidly engorged banus. I grunt in a very low
voice, as if I want only him to hear it ...

"My, you're a big boy for your age!", he whispers in response, just loud
enough for Rodney to catch it.

When Nate withdraws his hand from my crotch, I hook my thumbs into the
waistband of my briefs and strip them down, half-way down my thighs, with
one smooth movement, letting it all pop out, testes slung way low in my
almost hairless ball-sac.

"Oh my god, look at that!", Nate falling to his knees again right in front
of me. He looks back around one last time at Rodney.

"Sir, would you like to join me in servicing your splendid white lad here?"

"No way, Mr Nate. I fuck the boy, but can offer him to you here for
suckling on, if you like."

"Hmm, I do like, indeed, Sir!"

Nate moves quickly to lock the door to the fitting rooms and then promptly
gets down to business. Nothing more is said, by anyone, for some time. I
get my boy-cock sucked on, extremely competently, from every imaginable
angle, for about twenty minutes, the last fifteen while reclining totally
naked, thighs spread wide, on a little davenport inside one of the inner
fitting cubicles. Nate interrupts his extended oral services only long
enough to get all my clothes off me before his mouth returns, deliciously,
to my boy-sex.

My reclining posture allows him to make occasional side-trips with his lips
and tongue from the root of my penis even lower, to my nearly adult,
full-sized testicles sagging down in their well-appointed but so far
virtually hairless sac. Nate clearly loves licking hairless boy-scrotum,
and he does that extremely well.

The small room has mirrors on three sides, and it's great fun to observe
from various angles the Black Man's oral artistry on me. Rodney joins us
there, of course, to enjoy the mirror-show himself.

Nate's not forgotten what he heard from Rodney just moments ago, that I am
his bottom-boy. As he sucks on me, he has his thick middle finger in his
mouth repeatedly, slicking, re-slicking it with his saliva, then inserting
it gently, but sensuously up into my anus, grunting with pleasure when he
feels me gradually giving way to his digital probing. It turns me on too to
reveal to Nate, a Black CockSucker of white boys, that this white boy also
loves to accommodate Rodney, his Black Minder, back there.

Watching Nate as he works my penis and scrotum over orally, his middle
finger up my boy-hole, Rodney finds it a little hard not give his own huge
cock a little breathing space. He unzips to expose himself, half-hard, to
us. Nate immediately moves his mouth right onto Rodney for a while,
bringing him all the way up into rampant battle-array.

"Don't worry about me, Nate. I just want to watch you suck my boy off. Go
for his big load of white-boy jizz. I wanna see you slurp and savour it,
Brotha!"

This little speech of Rodney's manages to bring me off, Nate gulping me
down ravenously, his throat convulsing wildly around almost the entire
length of my penis. Once he's consumed me, to the very last drop, and let
me start to drupe back to flaccid, Nate announces he's extremely pleased
with my young stamina, grateful for the long-staying pleasure I've just
provided him.

"You've certainly allowed me a lovely long suck, Kent, which, may I say?,
is not always that common an experience with a white teen-boy. You lads do
tend to cum pretty quickly, at least, the first time," with a chuckle.

He asks my age, and is further impressed with my endurance once I tell
him. I decide not to reveal to him that his getting me to orgasm was `third
time lucky' (for him!) that afternoon. When I ask the fairly obvious
question, Nate reveals that he once got a boy to cum five times for him in
a single session.

"But that took up the bulk of an afternoon, I have to tell you!"

Things settle back down and I resume my trying on of slacks. Finally, after
much detailed and helpful commentary from both black men, Rodney and I
settle on four pair. Before leaving the fitting rooms, Nate asks Rodney if
he ever `shares' his boy with other Black Men.

"Not yet, Mr Nate, but I sense that day may not be far off. When we do
decide to embark on such activities, much is going to be at least partly up
to Kent, his preferences for a second Black Partner, and so on. He's not
going to be coerced into anything. Why do you ask?"

"I just think it would be extremely beautiful for you and me, the two of us
Black Bros, to be pleasuring Kent together, each of us in his own way –
you getting yourself into him from behind, while I'm down in front,
kissing, licking and sucking his boy-genitals."

"I like the sound of that, for sure!", I pipe up, with a laugh.

Rodney and Nate exchange phone numbers and the three of us finally exit the
fitting area, having spent more than an hour there together.

At the cash register, we find are given the full `Senior Employee Discount'
on the price of all four pairs of slacks.

Once we get home for the evening, Rodney double-checks with me that I'm
feeling ok with what happened with Nate. I tell him, in total frankness,

"It was totally hot for me, Rodney, especially because you were there to
watch me with Nate and to get yourself serviced just a bit as well."

He seems very pleased with that response. But then, the plot thickens:

"Fine, Kent. Let's see if we can't spend more time with Nate soon, ok? –
eh, not in that same location, of course! ... Actually, you know what? Let
me tell you something: Nate comes to us today, recommended."

"You mean you know him? Didn't seem like that to me."

"No, I don't know him personally, but I knew of him, before we went to his
place of employment today."

"Ok, but what does that mean?"

"It means a Brotha of mine in the Circle mentioned him to me, along with
his special talents, and place of work, where we could find him."

"Ok; but why's that?"

"Let me explain something to you, ok? Our world can get pretty specialized,
ok? So, for starters, have you noticed me servicing you orally, Kent, or
saying things like I want to do that?"

"No, of course not. It's not your role."

"Exactly. Not that many Black Tops are ready to suck cock, ok?"

"Yes, I can understand that."

"But, on the other hand, we are eager to have you lads lick our penises,
suck them for us. This is something I will be introducing you to, getting
you into as we progress. When it comes to a white boy getting his penis
sucked on, we need a specialist, *not* his standard Black Minder, ok?"

"Yes, I think I can see that."

"Enter Mr Nate – not only does he adore servicing white boys orally,
he's also acquired quite a reputation for it. Some Circle members know of
him, and that information was passed on to me not that long ago. Like `if
you'd like to give your bottom-boy a fellatio treat, take him to see Mr
Nate, who's absolutely superb at pleasing young white lads with his oral
technique'."

"You mean that white boys, like me, who want their penis sucked go to him?"

"Yes, but probably not on their own. It would much more common for their
Black Minders take them to him, in the course of buying the boy some new
duds, just as I did you today."

"Amazing; and Nate had no idea about us today, you think?"

"He may well have suspected there was more than one, simple reason we were
there in his store, but of course would not have mentioned it to us
directly. One has to be careful with such goings-on in one's place of work,
right? But I do think it's one reason he came onto us so soon after we
arrived; he saw us together, and figured what was up. He's told members of
the Circle that he is more than ready to suck white-boy penis, especially
if that boy is the fuck-lad of someone in the Circle. If Nate's allowed to
nurse on the lad and collect a sizable white-boy load, the big discount we
got just now is pretty standard, I hear. The advantage in your case is your
size, Kent. Most white fuck-boys hanging with Black Minders are relatively
small in size, unlike you."

"I see; no wonder I seemed to excite him so much."

"Exactly. I'm sure he was delighted to have you there, Kent! And, I'd bet
my bottom dollar, Nate is not soon going to forget you, us."

"Rodney, let's see if we can get together with him again. I'd absolutely
love for you to be inside me while Nate is slurping away on me, the way he
did just now."

"Noted, Kent!"

My new slacks highlight my butt-curves nicely, without somehow `grabbing'
me tight back there, surprisingly. The central hem descends right down my
butt-crack, exploiting the slight cleft between the cheeks I sport at the
lower end of my buttocks. Rodney reported, in front of Nate, that the
slacks make me look `very inviting from the rear', an idea even more
arousing to him, apparently, than it is to me. I can see he definitely
wants his Brothas to be impressed by me in certain very specific ways.

"I can see you know a great deal about how to dress your lad, sir," Nate
had noted appreciatively.

Later, I ask, "So, what I want to know is, with all this sexy new get-up,
won't I kind of stand out from the others, Rodney?"

"Oh, just you wait til you see what some of the other white boys will be
wearing, and the younger Black Men as well – the Brothas in their teens
and 20s! You're going to feel right at home the way we've dressed you up
with these new purchases today. You'll get yourself looked at, gone over,
as much as you'll be kinda staring, going over, certain other men and boys
present, I guarantee it, Kent."

In my so far quite brief life together with Rodney, it was this sort of
thoughtfulness, consideration that I noticed right away and came very
rapidly to appreciate. He clearly wanted me to look good, cos I was his
`new boy'; but, he also wanted to make sure I `fit in' well, and would not
be seen as `a kinda cute but style-impaired kid from somewhere in the
Midwest'. The more time and effort Rodney devoted to getting me prepped for
his Circle, the more I appreciated not only how much he wanted to show me
off, but also how much he wanted me to learn, to educate myself and to grow
by being initiated into the group.

And, I must say, my new wardrobe `does wonders for my figure', nowhere more
than at mid-body, both front and back. It's rather confidence-inspiring to
realize I'm to be shown off. In all my sixteen years, I've simply never
experienced anything like this sort of dynamic with anyone, of course. Man,
was I starting to learn new things from Rodney ... exactly as intended, I
suppose. I was learning more and more from him in bed, of course; but, it
was about more than sex alone, I soon realized.

Then, there's another area where his natural know-how is always well
displayed, I discovered. When it comes to certain potentially sensitive
issues between us, Rodney never fails to discuss things with me, well
before making his own final decision, which I'm then much happier to
follow, of course, having been consulted.

For example, a couple of days before taking me to the gathering, he asks if
I'll mind him sharing some of our intimate history with his Black Brothas,
specifically, how he copped my cherry, etc., on his `family trip' home
earlier in the year. I ask him if such sharing is important, and he
replies,

"Yeah, kinda. I can predict stuff will inevitably come up in our
conversations, cos you'll be there for the first time, and I'll have
introduced you around as my `new boy', more or less. Folks are going to
become curious about how we met, how it all came together for us, and they
do like hearing lots of details, I can tell you, especially, in your case,
as I've now managed to get you here to New York with me – living proof
that, at only 16, and white, you're quite willing to be `domesticated',
cohabit with a Black Male. To them, that'll suggest that something between
the two of us has been going terribly right, and they're going to want to
know all about what that is. Sharing details about your seduction and our
sex-life, with you right there in the room, will make it pretty, eh,
piquant for them, I think."

"Hmm, so I guess there's no reason not to share that with them then, is
there? Are you going to tell them about my fainting and all that? And how
you mounted me twice each of the three times we got together at home, and
how now, you're always getting me to cum twice for every one of your own
orgasms?"

I guess I was warming to the idea that quite intimate details of my (to
date, brief) sexual history, mostly with Rodney, might become widely known
by members of the Circle.

"Absolutely; that's just the kind of stuff they're all going to want to
hear, like how I cummed in you when you were slightly `out of it', then
later used my own cum as lube the second time round, when you were totally
conscious and loving getting yourself fucked. They'll be fascinated by that
kind of detail, I'm sure ... So, you don't mind?"

"Nope, in fact, I think I like it, Rodney. Guess maybe I should say, I'd
really enjoy being known as one of your recent `conquests', a young, white,
cherry-boy you plucked not that long ago. I think it's hot for a lad like
me to be identified in that way, especially by any and all of your Black
Brothers, me linked to a Male of African heritage like yourself as just one
many boys he's seduced, and then, as in my own case, somehow `charmed' to
come to New York to live with him. By the way, for some time now I've
wanted to ask you: when we first met back at home, was I what you might
call `low-hanging fruit', Rodney?"

"Let me put it say this way, Kent: when I met you, I sensed almost
immediately you were already more than ready for what I had in mind for you
– I saw that in the way you gawked at me, mesmerized, when I put my
basket on display. You were eager, met me at least half-way, so yeah, kind
of `within easy reach', I'd say. When you agreed to come to my place for
lunch, I knew I'd almost certainly be having more than lunch with you that
very afternoon. I sensed your sexual adventurousness and that you were
definitely not a cock-teaser, but genuinely curious about what I had on
offer for you. I think you sensed pretty clearly my offer of sexual
intimacy, as many curious white boys your age have, even if you were still
pretty naοve about the details of what would be involved – getting
yourself mounted. Other lads have been more of a challenge for me, less
easily plucked, but pluck them I did, eventually, without exception. Others
have been more easily deprived of their cherries than even you were. Still
others have been fake virgins, as indeed I thought you were, at first, til
you convinced me you were a genuine first-timer. Oh, and one other thing
..."

"What's that, Rodney?"

"Back on `low-hanging fruit', my boy. Ok, yeah, I was pretty pleased to
discover how `low' you were `hanging'. You have a very nice penis for a 16
y/o white boy, Kent. We call a boy like you `four-on-the-floor', on account
of the way we can control you manually, manipulate the way you move your
body around when we're up inside you in, whether in good ole missionary,
doggy, or even when you're seated all the way down on us. In other words,
you're sporting enough of a handle for us to grab onto so we can direct
your gyrations pretty well, and that kind of four-on-the-floor
gear-shifting can be a big turn-on, I assure you."

"Hmm, sure never heard myself described quite in those terms,
`four-on-the-floor'!, though I have been told I'm `gifted' in the
department you mention, heard that not that long ago at all from Mr Nate
today, right? He seemed pretty pleased with my package, just not for all
the same reasons you seem to be, Rodney. By the way, will you tell your
Circle buddies of our escapade today with Mr Nate, you think?"

"I just might, Kent. On the other hand, I might just focus on you n me this
first time at the Circle, and share the event with Nate another time with
specific Brothas more likely to want to take their lad to him for a good
suck, ok? And yes, you are `gifted', for a white boy, by the way. That's
precisely why we got you that new underwear, Kent; so others can appreciate
that gift more easily when you're at a gathering such as this one will be."

"May I ask you one question, Rodney?"

"Sure. What's the question?"

"So, exactly what number am I? Where do I come in the line-up?"

"What number anal virgin? You're actually my tenth boy-cherry, Kent. I've
been keeping fairly careful track, though perhaps the day will come when I
manage to lose count somehow, huh", with a chuckle.

"Holy shit, your tenth! That's pretty damn arousing to me, Rodney – that
you've taken nine other boys each on their `maiden voyage', that there are
now ten of us boys in the world who've gotten to know *your* Worthy Cock
ahead of all others! And ... are we all white, maybe?"

"You betcha! – all white, all under 21; the ripest cherry I've had to
date was a `vintage' 20 year-old. And, as far as the line-up goes, I've
only busted one boy-cherry here in New York since I did the same for you
bout six months back. So, there are now eleven of you, and I'm well on the
way to my first dozen – only one more to go, huh. Then it's on to a
baker's dozen!", with another deep chuckle.

"Jeez, you fuckin' Black Stud! Do members of the circle know that I'm not
your latest cherry-pluck?"

"Some of them now know that, yes, that I've racked up one more recent
conquest. Others are sure to ask me about such things when I share our
story with them and they hear details of when, where and by whom you got
yourself done for the first time."

"Hot! And speaking of when, ... may I ask, when did you start taking
cherry?"

"I was 16, just your age there, Kent. The cherry-boy was older though, 18"

"OMG, at 16 you copped an 18 year-old white boy's cherry, your first?!?"

"Sure did! Like so many others, he'd just got himself too itchy-curious,
aroused about what it might be like to spend some time in the company of a
Black Male ... had heard too many of those scurrilous `urban legends' bout
Black Men, it seems. I don't think he had any intention, originally, of
giving up his anal cherry, but I somehow managed to prove pretty
persuasive, demonstrating what a `gifted' 16 year-old Black Boy could do
for an older boy like himself, by getting him to let me share some of my
gift with him. Talk about `low-lying fruit'!" this last delivered with
quite a chortle.

"Incredible, Rodney! Yeah, tell your Black Brothers as much about us as you
like. I think I like that they'll become intimately acquainted with all our
details, ok? – just as much as you care to reveal to them."

"Nice, will keep that in mind when we get into discussions there on
Saturday, as I'm sure we will, once you've been introduced around. So it'll
be ok to be talking with them about our sex-life when you're there, nearby,
within earshot – you won't mind? Or should I keep such details kinda
hush-hush, just between them and me, conveyed on the QT, whispered, as far
as possible?"

"Naw, it's ok, Rodney; you can give them all the details you and they want,
while I'm right there, moving around the room."

"Hmm, I do appreciate the openness, Kent. I'm sure my Brothas are going to
find it very hot, having you right there in the same space while you're
being talked about like that, in terms of our history, huh. It's like
they'll be able to see your well-clad butt while I'm telling them about
getting into it for your first time, and then the times after, as you
learned to relax for me, taking a little more of me each time, huh ...
And, by the way, you yourself may well get quizzed by some of the white
boys, when they see us together and hear you're from out-of-town. I'm sure
they're gonna be curious about all kinds of stuff between the two of us, so
please be prepared for that as well, ok?"

"Yes, I'm sure I'll be up for that, Rodney; thanks. But won't they be
listening too as you share our story with your Black Brothers?"

"Sure, I'm sure some of them will be, beckoning others to `come on over and
have a listen, cos this is awesome hot!' You want me to tell it all to
whoever's listening, right?"

"I do; would love that. At the very least, it'll save me having to repeat a
lot of stuff to different guys, I think. And, maybe I'm fantasizing here,
but I can't help imagining you probably know at least a few of those white
lads pretty well, right? So yes, at least some of them are going to be
curious about me, us, you and your `new boy'. I can predict that, for
sure."

"Indeed they are going to be curious; and indeed I do know some of them
`pretty well', yes."

"That means at least some of them know exactly what I'm enjoying when I've
got you all the way up, deep inside me, yes?"

"Most of them would be quite familiar with that, yes, know very deep down
exactly what you're now getting from me, though they themselves may not
have had any of that from me that recently."

"Hmm, I'm going to try not to get jealous, ok?"

"No need, Kent. On the contrary, I think you're going to find yourself the
object of considerable envy, cos you're currently living 24/7 with a Black
Man, whereas they can't, have homes, families, single beds they've got to
return to at the end of the day, especially the boys under 18, who're not
allowed to stay out too late."  "Yeah, I get that, for sure; I've
experienced the same `strict upbringing' at home, of course. And so there
are boys my age in the group? I won't be the youngest?"

"No, Kent; there will be boys your age, and probably a few even
younger. And, another reaction you may get from some of the lads who've
been with me – they may want to think of you as a `bottom-bro'."

"'Bottom-bro'? What's that?"

"Two bottom lads who discover they've both given access to, enjoyed the
same cock, at different times, preferably more than once each, ok? So, some
of those lads may be eager to share with you exactly what they got, how
often, etc., from me, and ask you to reciprocate, tell them about us, you
and me, together now – compare notes, in other words. Then, you see,
they can start calling you `bottom-bro', cos you'll both have bottomed for
the same top and discussed him in detail. When lads have a kind of crush on
a top, they enjoy following his `career', hearing where he's gotten round
to, getting to know some of his other non-casual bottoms, in the spirit of
bottom-bro'hood."

"I get it, Rodney, and it all sounds super-hot; can hardly wait to meet
them! Did Mr Rodney deflower any of the current members of the Circle?"

"I did; de-cherried a couple of the lads you're probably going to
meet. Since I pitted their cherries, they've been coming around to our
gatherings lately, super-curious, and, of course, have encountered no
trouble at all getting themselves sexplored by our members, it seems. Not
long ago, at our last get-together, I saw one of those boys leave in the
company of two Brothas I know pretty well, a couple of gents who are known
often to `cooperate'. They must have talked the young bottom into going
with them. Or maybe he already knew of them by reputation, stuff he'd heard
from other lads, and offered himself to them both, the `dominating duo',
huh.

Then, there were a couple other cherry-boys, earlier – de-cherry-ed by
me a year or so back. They don't come round as much anymore, as I hear
they've both shacked up with partners who prefer they steer clear of us
(chuckle). After deflowering a lad and enjoying him as many times as I
think he's worth, I typically introduce him to the group. So, I'm
considered a Patron of the Circle, Kent, a `Member in Good Standing', as
they say, `for life', in fact."

"He-he; and I wonder, Rodney, is this the fate that awaits me here in New
York – getting myself passed around amongst your buddies, you personally
effecting the introductions?"

"I don't think we should speculate about that yet, this early in the game,
Kent. For now, I just want you to meet as many as possible of the three
dozen or so men who are at least semi-regular members of the Circle. See
what you think, about the ambience, etc., see if you can pick out for
yourself members who catch your eye, whet your appetite. You can tell me
who they are, and together the three, or more, of us will discuss how best
to proceed, yes?"

"In one sense, it all sounds mighty hot to me, Rodney, you exposing me like
this to your circle of Black Friends, sharing our story with them, then,
once I've been presented, allowing me to express certain preferences
amongst them. On the other hand, though, it's not quite what I was
expecting when I came to the Big City to be your live-in white boy. I think
I should be able to adjust to your new expectations, though, and I
definitely agree I'll withhold judgment for now, and just focus on learning
what you and some of your buddies here obviously have up your sleeves or,
more likely, in your underwear, to teach me, ok?"

"Now there's a mighty good and wise white-boy ... just the kind I like most
of all, Kent! I think you are going to find that, yes, we do indeed have
quite a lot to teach you in the time you'll be here in the City. Each of us
is different, not only physically, as I'm sure you're going to come to
appreciate by moving amongst us, but also in what we expect, want from you,
our wishes and demands. You're going to learn a lot about meeting different
Black Males' various expectations, I predict. My guess is that, at the end
of your stay, we'll almost certainly be sending you home a very, very
changed boy, Kent."

"Sure, Rodney; I can understand your collective desire to do just that, to
have that kind of really deep-seated effect on a young white boy, see him
transformed, made over, both physically and mentally by your various
demands, needs. And, from my own perspective, that's exactly what I'm here
to do, I think, or rather, have done to me – `live n be made to learn',
in other words.

When a mid-teen boy of my interests comes out from the Midwest to the Big
City, in this case, at your kind invitation, as I have, his first and
foremost goal is to open himself up, or, rather, get himself opened up, to
new experiences, so he'll find himself broadened by learning, step-by-step,
to take in and accommodate new challenges. It's going to require
considerable adjustment, I know. But I suspect that it's precisely the
stepwise adjustments I'll be making that will interest you most of all, you
and other members of the Circle."

"Correct, Kent. When we find and make over a lad like yourself, in the
process of moulding him into something closer to our shared ideal, regular
group examinations sometimes take place, where we look into exactly how
well the lad's doing in making those hoped-for adjustments, physical and
otherwise. I always remind boys, `you may well be put to the public test by
some of our best equipped, most experienced members', and ... that goes for
you as well, Kent."

"And would that august company include yourself, Rodney?

"I am often included in the testing, Kent, yes, typically when other, even
larger males are not available."

"Ah, so you're not among the largest then?"

"I belong within the larger half of the membership, Kent; but there are
several of us considerably larger than myself."

"And they, of course, will present the greatest challenges, no doubt."

"Yes, that's what we hear from the boys who've been through the entire
training course."

"Well, may I announce my intention to you now, Rodney? I fully intend to
complete the entire training course this summer, with flying colours, and
to return home a boy transformed, a very different young male specimen from
the one who arrived here, knowing only your own fine member, just a week or
so ago."

"Atta boy, Kent – awesome attitude there!"

"But it's sure going to be hard to go back to where I came from, though,
after the training you're expecting me to complete here in New York."

"In that connection, I want to mention, just so you'll have it in the back
of your mind, there is actually someone at home there I'd like you to be
seeing after you go back."

"Ah, you're proposing to set me up?"

"Well, he's an old buddy, someone I think you would enjoy, and he you. It's
the high school buddy now in real estate, the gent who found me the place I
was staying in, when you and I first put it together."

"I see, so about your age, if you were in high school together."

"Yes, he is."

"A Black gentleman?"

"Most certainly."

"And ... ?"

"Someone like myself, devoted to lads like yourself."

"I see. Are there other things I should know about him, in advance?"

"Well, when we were both in high school, 15-18, he was already my size, at
the very least. But I haven't been able to keep track of that too closely
since, so I'm gonna let you assess him on your own, ok? You can report back
to me on your findings, if you wish."

"Hmm, I'd love to let you know how I find him, how large, etc., if you're
interested, Mr Rodney."

"I am indeed; would love to know how he turned out in that area, as we were
always in competition as teen boys. He and I are in touch, of course, so
I'll be hearing things about you from his side as well, I'm sure."

"Sounds lovely, but, for me it's going to be kinda tough though, just
seeing him `on the run' there, after being your live-in here in New York,
Mr Rodney, meeting your Circle Brothas, Mr Nate, etc."

"I understand that, Kent. But, in fact, he's already got a couple of white
lads he's seeing there at the moment, a situation I'm sure you'll be
comfortable with by the time you leave us here to go back home."

"Hmmm, perhaps so; but with a couple of boys attending to him already, you
think he's gonna be able to handle me as well?"

"Oh yes, no doubt about it, Kent. He's got a prodigious appetite for boys
like you. I told him about meeting and enjoying you there, of course, and
that you're currently here with me in New York. That's when he asked me if
you could be passed to him when you return home to school. He's probably
going to want you to meet his other lads, visit his place together with
them, when it can be arranged."

"Interestinger and interestinger, Rodney. Why do you think I might be right
for your buddy?"

"You have a big white-boy cock, Kent, and he's going to like that."

"Really?!? What's the deal then? Does he flip?"

"Not that I know of, Kent; but he is going to want to watch you mount and
fuck his two white lads. Both of them are very much on the small side. Then
afterwards, he'll be getting himself into all three of you."

"Ah, I see."

"Yes; if you like, you can get practice in that sort of scene here in New
York, Kent, with some of the members of our Circle. They like watching
large white lads get themselves into smaller white boys, as a kind of
curtain-raiser. And some of the white lads actually have a preference for
`Black, the climax', or `Black last, after white'."

"Very sophisticated, I see!"

"Yeah, men in our circle get into quite a number of games, formats,
play-styles, all of them based on interracial b&w gratification. Once
you've been introduced around, Kent, invitations are going to come your way
thick and fast, I predict. Please remember, it's always good to confirm
what the planned scene is likely to be before accepting any invitation, ok?
Just a word to the wise ..."

"Definitely, sir! And you're ok with my playing around as I see fit?"

"I propose shepherding you around your first few times, just to make sure
you're totally comfortable with the various things you're going to
encounter. Of course, if there are boys you think you'd like to see me
mount, that can probably be worked in, arranged as well. Some of them are
awesomely proficient bottoms, Kent. There'd be tips, tricks you can easily
pick up from them, learn by looking, watching, in other words."

"Hmm, you're making it all sound like great fun, Rodney."

"Well, I do intend for you to have just as much fun as you feel you want,
need, Kent. I'd very much like you to become familiar with a number of the
Circle's Black membership."

"Hmm, you're making me start to twitch back there, Rodney. How many is `a
number', I wonder?"

"Some of the older white lads, in their 20s, have been with all 30+ of us
of us regular Black Members, Kent. There are almost forty of us, but some
of those don't show up that often to gatherings. About thirty or so Black
Males appear regularly."

"Sounds like quite the summer project for me!"

"Glad you're feeling so positive about it. Just let me know who appeals to
you tomorrow, and I'll see what I can do about getting you together."

"With you alongside, Rodney, please, as you just promised."

"Definitely, and perhaps a second bottom lad, if you're game – two of us
and two of you? You'd each get fucked by the two of us."

"Hmm, you're arousing me here, Rodney. Would you please take me to bed and
fuck me; my boy-hole's gotten all twitchy-itchy hearing you talk about this
stuff!"

We retire, with all due speed, to the bedroom.


– to be continued –