Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2021 01:01:27 +0000
From: comptonjamal <comptonjamal@protonmail.com>
Subject: Watching the Boys Prequel Chapter 1

By now you've all read about my time with Frank and how I came to be the
guy that watched over his boys, two cute white boys, Bryan and Ben. A lot
of you are probably wondering how I ended up on the road to fucking and
corrupting white boys so easily, so I'm gunna take the time to let you
all know. This tale is going to take a few chapters, so this first part
is just the beginning. This is my story.

Growing up in Compton wasn't necessarily an easy life, but it wasn't the
life you see in the movies either. Hollywood like to glamourize the
violence and drug lifestyle in my town. There is a lot of truth to those
stories, but a lot of stuff happened behind closed doors that Hollywood
never tells you.

My name is Jamal, I was born the oldest of three brothers, and we were
raised by our single mom. I never knew my Dad, and I didn't really care
to seek him out. My mother Yasmine was of course always doting on me and
my brothers and me being the oldest, I seemed to garner special interest,
always looking out for me despite her absence as she routinely held down
two jobs to support our family. Life wasn't easy, but mom made it seem
easier than it was.

We grew up in the hood part of town, and the culture there was one of
crime and drugs. Everyone was hardcore and you always had to watch your
back. If you wanted to stay on the right side of the neighborhood,
forming alliances and willing to look the other way was a necessary way
of life. Thankfully, I was befriended by a mentor, Darnell, that took me
under his wing and made sure I mostly stayed on the straight and narrow.
Everyone in the neighborhood called Darnell "Uncle Dee" even though he
was only 5 years older than me.

Darnell was an imposing figure of a black man that many on the block
feared, but all of them respected him. While Uncle Dee managed to keep me
out of the gang life, he did introduce me to the drug culture, and I
learned from him how to spot the best weed and where to score some good
Kryptonite when I needed to fly.

As I matured, there was no doubt I was becoming the kid in the
neighborhood that all the younger boys looked up to. My handsome looks, a
growing muscular body, my rap music career aspirations, my hip hop
fashion sense, and little known to mom my ability to score the best
drugs, kept me an idol to the youth on the block.

Uncle Dee had a wild side that few in Compton were aware of, but I was
one of the lucky ones that was allowed into his secret world. Ya see,
Dee, while he was outside most of the corruption of the crime world in
town, he had his own little corrupt world that I became a part of when I
turned 18. By that time, I was constantly horny, desperate to fuck
anything and everything I could find. I was by that time, turning to the
local fags in the neighborhood that were always desperate for dick. It
seemed to me that the girls were presenting a challenge and I certainly
did not need to be no baby daddy to some hoe that was always after my
bag. Fags were easy. They were available. They were hungry for dick. They
couldn't get pregnant, and they certainly didn't expect a relationship.
So I began offering them what they needed, my perfect 8 inches of black
dick, and they never turned me down when I needed my nut. It was a
perfect situation for a young horny black man like me. They adored my
dick, not only my size, but the sheer beauty of it. I never grew tired of
the fags telling me how much they loved my purple plum head and the veins
of my 8-inch black shaft. It really was the 'hood fags that showed me
what I really had in my pants.

Sooner or later, one of the fags was flapping his lips and word got
around I was getting regular service from the local queers. When Dee
heard about it, he confronted me.

"I hear ya getting ya nut on the regular from these fags, Jamal? Dat
true?" he inquired.

I was hesitant to confirm the rumor, but I trusted Dee with my life.
"Yeah, it's a great set up, I get to unload anytime I want, is that a
problem?," I responded.

"Naw, man. I know all about needin' to get that nut. It's a deep need
inside guys like you and me. We gotta get it all the time and it don't
matter how or who's suckin' or spreadin', we're horny fuckers. I
understand completely, Jamal. I got my own little set up even better than
yours!" It was almost as if Dee was excited that we understood each other
but I needed to know more about his "set up".

"So you gotta tell me about this, Dee. What scheme you got goin' that's
so much better than mine?" I was hoping he was going to let me in on his
game so I could maybe get in on it myself.

"You ain't gunna believe this when I tell you, nigga, but I got myself
two little white boys that can't get enough of my dick. They in love with
my 9 black inches, addicted to it. It took a little 'persuasion' but once
they latched on to me, they can't let go of me now, haha," Dee explained
to me as I was a little perplexed about his use of the phrase "little
white boys".

"So what you mean when you say 'little white boys', Dee? How little are
they?"

"That's the best part, bro, and you won't believe this, but they only 11
and 13. Cute, cute little blonde, white boys that live next door."
Surprisingly, when he told me this, my dick started to brick up. I knew
exactly which boys he was talkin' about.

There weren't a lot of white families on our block, but the house next to
Dee belonged to a white couple, Chad and Kara, that had two blonde
cuties, Kyle and Cameron. Chad and Kara both worked, and Dee was often
their caretaker when their regular babysitter wasn't available. The
thought of Dee defiling Kyle and Cam had my blood pumping in a good way
and my balls were by now leaking into my boxers imagining the two blondes
servicing some black dick. I was soakin' my pants imagining it.

"Those two white boys were so easy to crack, Jamal. Most little white
boys are. They're curious. They're into exploration. They're easy to
persuade. They don't get much attention from a dad that's buried in his
work. Kyle and especially Cam are at age where they want to rebel but are
afraid to do so without a little influence. Ya know what I mean, Jamal?"

There was no doubt I was curious to know more, so I prodded Dee for more
info.

"I gunna be lying, Dee, what you got goin' with those white boys sure got
me in some kinda mood. I'm fuckin' horny thinkin' about it. Ya gotta tell
me more, man." I pressed him for more.

"I got them hooked on my dick, bro. They addicted to it. One day I was
watching the boys for Chad and Kara, had them over to my house for the
whole damn day. Of course, you know how it goes, I can't go all day long
without gettin' my nut. When the day started, I easily noticed Kyle and
Cam always lookin' at me. For no good reason. They were just looking at
me, so I had to ask them what was up with that. Turns out they never been
around a black man up close that long and they were curious about my
skin, which was natural I thought. I ain't gunna lie, Jamal, I had my own
curiosities about their pale white skin too."

I was thinking to myself as Dee continued telling me about Kyle and Cam.
If those white boys were curious about a light skin like Dee, I can't
imagine what they'd think when they saw how dark my ebony body was.

"Soon enough, we had our shirts off and were checking each other out. I
suggested to them that I needed to feel them to see if their skin was any
different than mine. They were soft, Jamal. So soft. You gotta believe me
there's sumthin' about smooth white boy skin. And when they felt my big
black hands all over their bodies, I instantly saw them pop up hard in
their shorts. They were definitely feelin what I was feelin'."

Now I'd be kiddin' myself if I wasn't in overload as Dee told me what
happened next.

"I knew I was entering uncharted territory. Wasn't sure I could handle
taking on both of them the first time, so I made sure to get the older
boy Cam alone and sent his young brother to the front room to play on my
Xbox while I got to know Cam a little better. He was the more eager of
the two, and by the time Kyle was out playin' the game, Cam had his hands
all over me, rubbin' my chest and arms. He was practically worshipping my
body even though he didn't realize what he was doin'. He couldn't stop
talking outta his little white mouth about my black muscles. This little
white boy was horny as fuck and he was lettin' his guard down with me.
Before you knew it, we were down to our boxers and makin' out like crazy.
It was unreal, Jamal. I never got so boned in my life. You know how you
can tell when a slut gets in slut mode, well Cam was eager as fuck for
it, enjoying our kissin' and touchin'. I knew the moment I stabbed my
tongue in his little mouth and suckin' on his pink tounge that he was
gunna be mine. I aint gunna give you all the details, but by the time we
got done, little Cam was bobbin his blonde head all over my black dick.
He was not an expert, but the taboo of it just drove me crazy and I
splattered all over his pretty face. There's nothing like seeing pretty
blue eyes starin' up at me with my nut all over him. And that was just
the first time, Jamal. Now I got my two white boy neighbors addicted to
me. They can't get enough and I'm more than happy to give them every inch
of my dick at every opportunity."

I really couldn't believe what Dee was tellin' me, but I knew I needed in
on this. Something just clicked inside me about the thought of seducin'
an turnin' out Kyle and Cam.

"Yo Dee, what I gotta do to get a turn. Sounds like another great
opportunity for me to get my nut and I ain't lyin', thinkin' 'bout those
boys just gets me going like nothing ever before. Never had a thought
like this in my life, but damn Dee, thinkin' 'bout corrupting some pale
skin is makin' me nuts."

Dee just smiled and spoke calmly and softly to me, "oh yeah, you wanna
give some of that prime dick to the boys, Jamal? You needa take a turn?
Don't worry, bro, I've always looked out for you and I'm gunna set you
up. You got plans Friday? I'm supposed to watch the boys all day long
over at my crib again."

"Naw, Dee, even if I did, I'd cancel for this chance. No way I'd miss out
this," I responded.

"Good. Meet up at my place Friday morning and we can be watching the boys
together. I'll give you a crack at your very first white boy."

I was a mess, but in a good way. I had to get home, smoke a lil bit to
relax and wait for Friday.

The rest of the week I was a bundle of nerves but constantly horny in
anticipation of having Dee having me over to "help" watch the boys. I was
curious since I'd never had been with nor thought about gettin' all horny
with a couple of white boys. My curiosity got the best of me and I
started browsing through Facebook to see if I could find anything about
the boys or some pictures to get me by until Friday. As luck would have
it, their mother Kara had a Facebook account that was pretty active. Her
account was filled with pictures of the boys, even a handful of them down
at Hermosa beach, with the two youths shirtless and enjoying the sun and
water. As I was browsing, I noticed that Kara had actually tagged her
13-year-old son in a few of the photos. Of course, being the horny nigga
that I was, I clicked through to Cam's account.

Being 13, Cam was active on his Facebook. I scrolled through his stuff,
noticing all his likes and pictures. Cam was a Lakers fan like me, and
had a deep interest in hip hop culture. The thing that surprised me the
most was Cam's apparent interest in cannabis and weed culture. Damn, I
laughed to myself, little Cam was a little thug wannabe. I guess it
shouldn't have surprised - me knowing how the neighborhood operated. I
made a mental note of all of this and downloaded a handful of Cam's beach
pics onto my phone.

As Friday neared, I busted so many nuts to those pics of cute blondie Cam
that I was kinda afraid I was gunna run myself dry, haha. But I knew
better. At 18, my sex drive was never ending, but this was a new thing
and I needed to shoot load after load looking at his smooth white body.
Cam's pretty white face and blue eyes kept my 8 black inches bricked the
entire week and I was loving it.

Finally, the day arrived and I got myself up early to get ready, showing
and shaving, getting dick and balls nice and smooth. I decided to wear my
Kobe jersey knowing that would pique Cam's interest. I put on my favorite
pair of jeans. As I prepared to head over to Dee's place, I checked
myself in the mirror in my room. Damn, I was a fine nigga. At that point
in my life, I was as lean as ever, but not skinny. Every muscle I had was
hugged tight by my dark skin and I wasn't humble about it - ever since I
started maturing, every girl and fag in Compton turned their heads
whenever I was out doin' my thing.

I threw on my Dodgers cap and headed out the door, walked down the block
to Dee's house, arriving shortly after Kara had dropped the boys off.
Knocking on the door, Dee answered quickly.

"Hey watcha doing here, Jamal, ain't it kinda early in the day for you?"
Dee clearly hadn't told the boys I was coming over to help him out and
didn't want the let the boys in on a surprise visitor. As he was at the
door, I saw young Cam peeking out from being Dee. The boy was barely
dressed, wearing a pair of red soccer shorts and a white cotton tank top.
Clearly his hadn't been awake long. His hair was a mess, his blonde locks
sitting in every direction imagineable.

"Who is that, Uncle Dee?" Cam inquired.

"Oh, Cam, this is Jamal, one of my best friends, I guess he didn't
realize I was watching you boys today," Dee responded.

"Oh, we never met any of your friends, Uncle Dee. Can he come in?, can he
come in!!? I won't be any trouble at all, I promise!!," Cam was clearly
excited to have a visitor.

"Hell yea, come on in, Jamal, we was just finishing up some breakfast.
You already met Cam here, but his younger brother just went down the
block to shoot some hoops with Andres and Kahlil. But me and Cam were
gunna just hang out here at the house and enjoy the day together. You're
more than welcome to join us if you have time," Dee smiled at me.

Cam was quick to interject, "Yeah, yeah, me and Uncle Dee have lots of
fun together when he's watching me and Kyle but I like it best when it's
just me and Uncle Dee. Kyle can be so annoying and he's such a baby."

As Cam was talking, I couldn't help but notice his plump pink boy lips.
They were moving fast as he talked but every time he opened his mouth, I
was able to notice for the first time that Cam was sportin' braces on his
teeth. Damn, this little white boy had this innocent thing goin' on about
him, but little did he realize that I knew he wasn't innocent at all.

After Cam made his case, it was clear he was trying to convince me to
stay. It was obvious he yearned for male attention. I interrupted him to
put him at ease, "don't worry, Cam I got all day and was plannin' on
hangin' out with Uncle Dee but I don't mind that you're here at all. You
won't be any trouble. It might be fun."

I went in and made myself at home on Dee's couch in the front room while
Dee cleaned up the kitchen breakfast mess. Cam was quick to jump up on my
lap, which surprised me since the boy was 13, but remembered how Dee was
telling me how Cam and his brother rarely got affection or attention from
their father. I thought to myself what a great opportunity his father's
disinterest was for me. Cam and I were just sitting there watching some
Spongebob, the kid still on my lap as he was lacing his arms around me.

"You're so black, Jamal. So much darker than Uncle Dee. It's amazing,"
Cam clearly had no filter as he spoke flashing his braces as sunlight
coming through the window shone on his face, but I didn't mind as I was
holding the boy close. I could feel his breath as he spoke. I was
starting to bone up fast and hard as he sat in my lap.

"Yea the world has all different shades of skin, and I just happened to
be born real dark. I'm proud of my skin. And thanks for noticing, Cam,
you and I are pretty different in that respect as I can see you're pretty
white, haha," I told him, making sure he could feel my spoken breath as
his hands circled all the way around my torso, pushing his arms though my
jersey and held onto my bare back.

Dee came back to the front room after finishing in the kitchen, giving me
a big grin.

"I see Cam has taking to you right away, Jamal. I'm glad he's comfortable
around you. Cam's a special boy, aren't you, Cam?," Dee was looking right
at us still smiling as he spoke to Cam.

"Uncle Dee, you're embarrassing me, but I'm glad you think I'm special. I
always try to be real special and a good boy when you're watching me,
Uncle Dee," Cam blushed as he responded.

"I'll tell you what, Cam, since Jamal is gunna stay the day, we're gunna
need more food than what I have here. I needa head down to the Walmart
and grab some stuff. Do you mind if Jamal stays and watches you while I
head out?," Dee asked Cam, but he was still looking at me, still grinning
from ear to ear.

"OH that'd be okay, I don't mind Jamal here at all. Can you get us some
good treats today, Uncle Dee? Pizza rolls and cookies and ice cream?? I
promise I'll be good if you get us some treats, Uncle Dee!," Cam was
pleading and I was almost cracking me up.

"I know you'll be a good boy, Cam, I have no doubt about that, haha. I'm
gunna head out and grab some good snacks and treats for our day, you be
good for Jamal while he's watchin' you and I'll be back in time for a fun
afternoon."

Dee was out the door, leaving me alone with this cute little white boy in
my lap, my dick almost leaking through my jeans at this point.

Cam was still clinging to me as Spongebob continued playing on the screen
front of us, his arms looped inside the back of my yellow and purple Kobe
jersey, his hands on my bare skin. My lust took over a minute after Dee
left us alone and I pulled the boy closer, holding him tight against me.
There was no way Cam didn't notice my bricked ebony dick as he was
sitting directly on me.

"Hey, you got a boner, Jamal!," he said as he started rubbing my back and
I began the same, slipping my arms up under his shirt.

"Yeah, it does that sometimes, 'specially when I'm super horny like I am
now, Cam. It feels real good having us rub each other, doesn't it? Makes
my me super hard down there but you're old enough to understand that,
right, Cam?," I replied as the conversation was slowly turning sexual for
the first time with the blonde boy.

"Oh yeah, Jamal, I know all about boners haha. My dad wouldn't talk to
me about it, but Uncle Dee told me it's okay to get hard. It got one too,
can you tell? Feels so good when it's all stiff. But mine's not nearly as
big as yours from what I can feel on my butt haha," Cam was clearly not
afraid of the tone of the conversation and I was more than ready to move
forward.

"Yeah, yeah, I got pretty big one, no doubt about it. But I can tell a
little guy like you got a decent one in those shiny soccer shorts too.
Damn, you really stretching out the front there, you must be as horny as
me, Cam," I noticed how the nylon of his red soccer shorts showed off a
nice little boy nail and it got me going just knowing it was me - a
handsome hood nigga - turning on the little white boy.

Cam responded just as I hoped, moving his cute pink lips as he talked to
me, "Oh I'm so horny, Jamal. We need to do something about it or I'll go
insane. Uncle Dee told me it's important to bust a nut on the regular or
I'll go crazy. We gotta do something, what you think, Jamal? What do you
like to do when you're crazy horny?"

"Well, Cam the first thing I like to do is relax, find a way to make the
feeling last as long as possible. There's nothing like a quick smoke
that'll relax me real real good. Know what I mean, Cam?? I know you're
only 13, but you ever smoke bud, Cam?" I was clearly on a road to totally
corrupt little Cam as I questioned him staring into his beautiful blue
eyes.

"OMG no, I never had a chance to smoke, Jamal. I always think about it
but I don't want to get caught by mom and dad. And I don't know what
Uncle Dee might think. You have any weed with you, Jamal?" Cam was all
too willing to travel this road with me, his shorts never letting his
tent go down.

I reached into the pocket of me jeans, having to adjust my hard dick, and
pulled out a small wooden canister that held a kief laced joint and one
small nugget of Kryptonite that I carried with me. I pulled out the
joint, showed it to Cam and his bright blue eyes lit up. I set the joint
on the table and put my hand into Cam's lap and snaked my hands up the
legs of his shorts, tickling his balls, and quickly grabbed a hold of his
boy nail. Cam was decent size, just starting his decent into puberty as I
could feel a slight dusting of hair above the base of his dick which I
estimated to be about 4 inches.

"You like how that feels Cam? You like having your dick touched like
that? It sure looks like you're enjoying my touch. I know I like touching
you. Makes me even hornier knowing you like this. Tell me, boy, tell
Jamal how much you like me touching you." I prodded him.

"OMG Jamal I love it. I love it I love it so much, I never want this
feeling to end. Your big hands are making me so nuts for this. Do you
think I can smoke the joint with you, Jamal?? You said it'll help us
relax and make the feeling last. I've wanted to try it. Please, Jamal.
I'm no dummy I read about weed on Facebook all the time," Cam was clearly
not only willing to go forward with the corruption that was about to
ensue but he was begging me. Hearing the pleading was too had to resist.
Not that I had any plans of resisting in the first place.

"I'll tell you what, Cam, we gunna smoke this joint, but you gotta take
it easy since it's your first time. What I got here has got some special
kief in it, so it's extra strong. I don't want you bein' all fucked up
when Uncle Dee gets back," I told him as I held up the big fat blunt for
him to look at, my other hand still gripping his rock hard boy nail.

At this moment thought it would be a good idea to text Dee and let him
know what was goin' down as I was watchin Cam.

Me: Dee, this about to go down. The boy is primed for some action. He
wants to smoke some weed, you think that'll be okay?

Dee: Fuck I didn't know Cam would be into that. But fuck it, get him
relaxed, get him high, he woulda eventually had his first smoke anyway.
Why not it be you to be the first to offer him some weed. At least he'll
have some supervision while smokin'. You got potent stuff?

Me: Yeah, Dee, it's real good shit - a fatty laced with kief, I told Cam
he's gunna need to take it easy his first time.

Dee: Aight. Tell Cam I needa make another stop before I head home, and
that'll give you a couple more hours to get him smoked out and keep him
horny as he's relaxed.

Me: Word.

I returned my attention to little Cam. I stared into his blue eyes, he
was smiling and flashing his brace face right at me again. I reached over
to him again, pulling him close and into my waiting arms. I reached up
and ran my fingers through his blond hair as we were face to face.

"You gotta promise to take it easy when you smokin', white boy. The kief
in here is real potent but it'll make you feel real good. The first
couple times you take your hit, we gunna do what's called a shotgun. You
know what that means, Cam?," I quizzed him.

"I know I read about shotgunnin' on Facebook, but I don't remember what
it was, Jamal." He innocently answered me.

"What we gunna do is I'm gunna light this blunt up, take a hit myself,
and then lean in and blow it into your mouth. I'll have to get real close
to your lips, Cam, so we can get the vapor into your lungs, we might even
touch lips to make it work," I explained to him. I could tell he liked
this idea.

"You mean we're gunna kiss, right, Jamal?," he was clearly onto the plan.

"Yeah, Cam, kissing will seal the weed be between us and allow it to make
you feel super good. But it's not just any kiss. Shotgunnin' is special.
It'll build a bond between us, and I don't bond with just anyone this
way. You ready to create a special bond with me, Cam?" I was getting work
up and really couldn't wait much longer as I was thinking about getting
my mouth on his pouty pink boy lips.

"Oh yeah I understand, Jamal, I really wanna have a special bond with
you. You're just so cool. Everyone in the neighborhood wants to be around
you, dress like you, and make music like you. It would be amazing to bond
with you, Jamal," Cam replied, he was clearly eager to not only be around
me but take this to the next level with me.

"Aight, Cam, Imma gunna put on some tunes, I brought my latest mixtape
that'll help set the mood and then we'll get to shotgunnin' this fat
joint," I told him as I went to Dee's stereo, put in the tape I finished
last week, and pulled off my Lakers jersey as the beats to my latest mix
started in the background. I snatched a lighter and ashtray off Dee's
stereo stand.

As I returned to the boy, he was staring at my torso. Now, I won't lie, I
was built tight at that point in my life. Didn't even have to lift or
work out at all. My muscles were't overly built, but I had the body
definition of a god. Every muscle pulled tight against my dark skin, abs
and pecs that Cam was clearly lusting over.

"Omg, Jamal, you have so many muscles! Mmg you really are so dark! I love
your skin, Jamal. It's so black," Cam was speaking rapidly, almost
drooling over me. As he spoke and stared he had his hands down his soccer
shorts. It was at this moment that I realized how much he was infatuated
with my blackness. It was surprisingly really hot knowing my dark skin
was turning the little white boy on.

"Well, Cam, we gunna spark this fat joint or what??," I asked him but
continued, "why don't you take your shirt off and get comfortable with
me, Cam?"

He quickly yanked off his white cotton tank top, throwing it on the floor
and surprised me when he said, "I really wanna be careful shotgunnin' for
the first time, Jamal, I don't wanna sound scared, but now that its
really gunna happen, I'm kinda nervous."

"Don't worry Cam, Imma take care of you. I won't let anything bad happen.
I want you to enjoy this. I know we just met today, but you can trust me.
Imma make it feel good for you. Do you trust me, Cam?" I told him as I
held up the joint and my the lighter in my hands.

"Yeah, I trust you, Jamal." he meakly responded but his mind still
dancing the line between trepidation and eagerness.

"Good, Cam. This gunna be fun. I know we're gunna have something special
together today. I can just feel it," I looked at him as I told him,
adjusting my dick in my shorts as I started to light up the joint, "Now I
going to take a nice deep hit on this fatty and then I'm gunna shotgun
you. The time for talkin' is over. We gotta build our bond. When we
connect you needa inhale the smoke directly from me. When I tap the back
of you head, seal your lips with mind and suck in the smoke. Now close
your eyes and I'll take care of the rest."

I brought it to my lips and inhaled deeply. I put the blunt out in the
ashtray. The kief hit my bloodstream almost immediately and I slowly
leaned into Cam, getting closer to his lips as I was preparing to exhale.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer, instructing him
to open his mouth. I moved in on Cam and put my mouth right on his lips,
sealing our special bond and exhaled into him.

I tapped the back of the young teens head and he did as I instructed,
tightly sealing our lips together, his hands on the back of my neck, and
he inhaled the vapor into his lungs. At this point, I couldn't help
myself and I slowly broke the seal and started probing his mouth with my
tongue, feeling every crevice, my tongue rolling across the roughness of
the braces on his teeth. The smoke started leaking into the room but by
this point I didn't care. I was so horny and I needed to orally assault
the boys mouth. Cam seemed reluctant at first, but as the kief and weed
entered his lungs, the boy relaxed and was soon workin' his little tongue
between my lips and into my waiting mouth.

We dueled back and forth for a while as the smoke dissipated and Cam
opened up his eyes as we made out. Damn, that shotgun hit him hard. Those
bright blue eyes were now glazed over and shot red. I was a little
worried it hit him too hard too fast, and he pulled away to speak.

"OMG Jamal, it feels so fuckin' good. I feel like I'm floatin. I feel so
relaxed. I feel so fuckin' horny. This is the best. I never felt so
good," Cam was clearly immediately high as fuck and loving every minute
of it. Nothing like seein' a white boy getting his first hit of weed and
kief.

"Boy, you really droppin' those f-bombs. You like that high?? You wanna
do another shotgun with me, Cam," I didn't care at this point. I knew if
he could handle the first hit, he'd have no problem with another one,
maybe more. Even if he couldn't fully handle the kief, I didn't care.
Corrupting little Cam was all that was runnin' though my brain at this
point.

I didn't even wait for him to reply with words. The brace-faced smile on
his face told me everything I needed to know. I had a budding horny 13
year old stoner on my hands and there was no way I was turning back at
this point. So I continued to push him further.

"That weed hittin' me too, Cam. I'm horny as fuck. Why don't we say you
ditch your shorts and I ditch my jeans, get naked and deepen our special
bond and shotgun another hit or two," I practically was commanding him at
this point, knowing full well the boy was more than willing to take it up
a notch with me.

Cam pulled down his red shorts and I did the same with my jeans. We both
kinda just looked at each other for a few seconds. The boy was a little
longer than I estimated when I had my hands up his shorts earlier when he
was in my lap. He was so hard, his 4+ inches standing straight up, and I
was finally able to verify he was deep enough into manhood to shoot as
load - his smooth white balls had dropped and were hangin loose, below a
tiny amount of sprouting pubic hairs that were so light I could barely
make then out. His circumcised package was topped off with a cute bright
pink mushroom head.

He looked over to me with his bloodshot eyes and was in complete awe, but
smiling as he eyed my 8 inches of black dick and told me, "OMG Jamal,
your boner is so big and so black. And the tip of it is so purple. OMG
Cam I feel so sexy, can we do another shotgun, Jamal?!!"

"Of course baby boy, we can shotgun all you want. We can make this
feelin' last all day. There's nothing better than floatin' and getting
horny. The more we smoke, the deeper our bond becomes, Cam. We gunna feel
so good together, I just know it. Come on over to Daddy Jamal and sit on
my lap," I replied to the blonde teen.

Cam stumbled a little as he moved toward me - stoned out of his mind
already - and climbed right up into my arms. I carried him back over to
the couch and proceeded to grab the joint as I pulled him tightly, our
bodies nestled close.

"Now baby, boy, I'm gunna the same thing as last time, but this time as
we seal our bond, let's have you take the first hit and we gunna grab a
hold of each others dicks. Shotgunnin and strokin each other is gunna
take us even deeper, baby boy. That's what we need to take this where we
wanna be, baby boy," I instructed Cam, not really knowing for sure if the
boy was more than ready to take the lead, but the kief in my bloodstream
and my desire to corrupt this white boy clouded my actions.

As I handed Cam the joint to Cam, I wondered if he really knew what to
do. But he brought it to his pouty pink lips and I lit it for him,
instructing him to inhale. That little fucker took a deeper hit than I
ever thought possible, as I saw his thin torso suck in and take the smoke
into his lungs. I could see his ribs he was inhaling so hard.

"There ya go, baby boy, now just hold it in for a couple seconds. Let it
in. Now bring your face to mine and lets get this shotgun goin'. Lets
seal and bond together, give me that shotgun, baby boy." He moved in and
we opened our mouths, touching our lips as Cam exhaled the smoke. I took
the blunt from him and ashed it and put it out in the tray. He sealed up
with me and shot the smoke into my body, probing his tongue with mine as
we bonded. The first shotgun only a few minutes early no doubt taught him
well. I moved my hand to his boy nail and started strokin it, my huge
black hand completely covering his shaft. I grabbed his hand and brought
it to my own dick and he started strokin me as our tongues continued
their sexual dueling.

As the smoke slowly lingered away, Cam and I kept strokin and makin out
like the two teenagers that we were. Of course, I was really an 18 year
old young black stud and he was merely a 13 year old white kid on the
cusp of manhood, but both of us were equally horny as our hands stroked
each other. Our free hands began touching each other's chests. I moved
all over his smooth white torso and stopped to flick at his pert boy
nips. Cam took that as a hint and he began doing the same to me, moving
his little hand over my abs and pecs, grabbing my nips as we continued to
kiss even though the kief shotgun was finished.

"OMG Jamal, this is amazing, I love doin' this with you, Jamal. You're so
sexy and you're makin me feel so sexy. Our dicks are so sexy and hard
together. Black and white is so sexy together. This gunna be an epic nut
I can feel it," Cam smiled at me as he spoke, his blue eyes thickly
glazed over and shot even redder but sparkling at me. The boy was
completely sexed up and high as a kite. There was no doubt I was in the
exact same state, my frame of mind now completely focused on makin' sure
we get our first nut as hard as possible.

I lit the joint again and took a deep hit, then passed it to young Cam,
"Take another hit, baby boy, let's get you deeper and let's get this
first nut together. Make this one deeper, Cam. We gunna make your first
high somethin' you never gunna forget."

All his hesitation was gone. The kief from our previous shotgunnin' was
rolling through his tight teen body at this point and he didn't have any
fear or trepidation left in him. As he inhaled the weed and kief, I spoke
to him, strokin' his steeled boy nail even faster with my big hand
dwarfing his dick, "now we goin' faster, baby boy, you stroke with me,
faster and faster, let's get this nut as we float, baby boy, you and me
together. Daddy Jamal and his baby boy. Bonding. Going' deep together.
Jus you and me, baby boy. Just you and me, bonding deeper!"

Cam was movin his lily white hands on my dick faster and faster and
faster as I did the same for him. We were in our own world, high as fuck,
horny as fuck, and there was no goin' back. Neither of us wanted to go
back.

"OMG, I think I'm gunna nut, Jamal. I can feel it! I can feel it! I can
feel it!" Cam exclaimed loudly. The horny little fuck was ready, and his
exclamation was bringing me right there with him. I brought his free hand
to my smooth black balls, urging him to massage my sack as he kept
strokin' me faster. I brought him closer, our bodies meshed, black and
white, and I started kissing him as he managed to somehow keep both his
hands all over my shaft and balls.

As we kissed, our mouths were drooling, our bodies were workin' up a
sweat, and our minds were stoned beyond belief. There was no doubt the
horny kid was connecting with me on another level I never felt before.

I broke our mouths apart and told him, "Baby boy, we gunna cement our
bond. When we nut together, it's gunna do somethin' real special for us.
You're gunna want this feelin' all the time and only Daddy Jamal is gunna
be able to give it to you. You ready to shoot that nut, white boy? You
ready to cement you body with your new Black Daddy?" I knew he was ready.
I knew he needed this. His eyes were wide open, I could barely make out
the blue in them, they were so bloodshot at this point.

"Yes Daddy Jamal, I'm ready! I'm ready, I'm ready!!" Cam shouted as we
stroked even faster, looking into each others eyes. Our gaze was so
intense. It was an inescapable bond at this point. Black stud and white
boy gettin' off together, high and horny. I knew he was gettin' the idea
as he called me Daddy for the first time.

"Stroke my cock, baby boy, make your Black Daddy nut, stroke faster for
me, Cam." I urged him as I did the same for him. I was harder than I ever
remembered in my life and I had no doubt that Cam was feelin' the same.

We stroked and continued to gaze into each other's eyes. We both felt
the same thing. Sure, the kief has us floatin', but the sexual bond he
had with me was undeniable.

He started kissing my neck, licking and moving his mouth up and down my
throat as our strokin' continued. The kid was lost in his lust for me,
and I was reveling in it.

Faster and faster our hands were moving at the speed of light as we
bonded. It was crystal clear we were only seconds away from consummating
our special moment with each other.

And then it spontaneously happened. I knew it was coming. I knew it was
inevitable, but as the boy moved from my neck down to my purple nipple
and latched onto it with his mouth, I felt my balls beginning to boil and
there was no going back. No way in hell I wasn't gunna have my balls
burst and I was bringing Cam right along with me on this journey.

I ran my fingers though his messy and sweaty hair as he suckled me. I
felt his teeth and shiny braces graze the tip of my nip and that was what
sent me over the edge. I felt my nut workin' its way up my shaft. As I
looked down at him, seeing his blonde head workin' my nip, I went into
overdrive workin' his little white dick, strokin' with the complete
intent of bringin' the boy his own nut as he gave me mine.

"Here we go boy! We gunna nut! You ready, baby boy?"

He pulled off my chest, looked up at me, flashed his smile, and we just
exploded. Together. It was our mutual gaze that set us off. Eye to eye,
both were in heaven. His nut was watery and certainly smaller than mine,
but it splashed all over my sweat drenched torso that was shiny with our
sweat, soaking my abs and running down into my v-lines. Mine was probably
three times the volume easily and it mixed with his on my body.

He fell into my arms and we just stayed that way for a moment, our cum
spreading between us. I held the boy tight, wrapping my arms completely
around his little body. Cam was spent, still high from the kief in the
joint we shared, but more than anything he was high from the orgasm we
shared. His eyes were closed, and I was afraid he was gunna to fall
asleep right then and there in my arms. I was still alert, and I just
held him. Moving my hands to his head, my long black fingers lacing into
his blonde hair.

"That was so good, baby boy. You did good, Cam. I'm so proud of you. You
gave Daddy Jamal a great nut. A special feeling from a special boy. I
know you felt the same, am I right, baby boy?" I spoke to him in a
whisper as I continued to hold him tight, his head nestled into my neck.

He didn't need to speak. I knew what he was feeling. He was bonding as
his tiny white body melted into my muscular arms.

He just nodded into my neck, murmuring to me, "Yesss yesss. Daddy Jamal.
You are so right." I barely made out the words, he was beginning to doze
off, but there was no mistaking the boys satisfation. It was his muffled
words and nodding that had me convinced that I had a brand-new white slut
on my hands that was going to be willing to give me my nut whenever I
needed or wanted it. Little did I know at the time that it was just the
beginning of a new life for me, watching boys, corrupting them, and
gettin' off.

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Next chapter: Uncle Dee returns home. Jamal and Dee help Cam understand
why he needs what they can give him -- unlimited attention and affection
that he can't get at home.

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