Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2019 21:17:33 -0400 From: Evan Williams Subject: Young Straight Black Boy (Interracial / Adult-Youth) Young Straight Black Boy By Latenightnuts in the tradition of Classicrider ****** This is a work of erotic fiction. It is freely shared and may be freely reposted, but all rights are reserved by the author. It is not intended for inappropriate audiences. It is simply written for adult entertainment and enjoyment. Depending on your imagination this story may be categorized as "interracial" and "Adult-Youth." ****** He was just the kind of boy I always wanted to get to know. He was young, cocky, and defiant. He adorned his smooth brown face with long, nappy cultivated "dreadlocks" that nearly reached his shoulders. For two years we had worked the night shift of the pharmacy together. I watched him grow from a skinny runt who still played with toys to a horny adolescent who seemed to spend most of his breaks locked in the men's room, "reading" magazines or watching videos on his cell phone. I tried to get him to loosen up and talk to me, but he never seemed to let his guard down. He'd straighten his back when I came around, like an alert young soldier, holding his head stiff, making his face expressionless to conceal whatever it was that was going on inside of him. I was curious. I wanted to know what was going on in that young mind. I followed him into the storage room where he was stacking boxes. He was about to take his break. I thought I should be upfront with him and test his reactions. "Hey man, we've been working together for two years now and I've watched you grow up right before my eyes." He nodded appreciatively, so I continued, "I think I know why you lock yourself in the toilet when you're taking your break and that's cool with me." The boy looked alarmed. "To be honest," I continued, "I like the smell of your cum on the floor and on tissues you leave behind in the trash after you're done. It makes me want to be in there with you, know what I mean? Maybe I can help you out a little. Maybe I can take care of your needs for you." The boy's eyes widened and as he stepped away from me. He looked like someone who had suddenly realized that he had been working for years beside someone with a contagious disease. "It's okay, it's okay," I tried to reassure him. "I know you're straight and I don't want to try to make you gay. I respect that. You aren't the only one to have girlfriends, I have girlfriends too. But I need to find out what it's like to give another dude a blow job and I've got a fifty dollar bill in my wallet that says I can give you head that will make you feel better than you've ever felt before in your life. Whether I win or lose the bet, nobody has to know about it." The boy froze in his tracks. I could see the wheels turning in his head. But his instincts took over and he waved his hand dismissively, "Naw, man. I ain't into that faggot shit, feel me? You just gonna have to find someone else to let you give them head." I persisted, "Fifty bucks. Just you and me alone in the back room of the store at night. I've already put up the `closed sign' and locked the front door. Nobody will know about what goes on when the lights go out. Nobody will be the wiser." The boy looked skeptical, so I added, "Look, I'm paying you for it, and I'm giving you head; even if you enjoy the blow job you won't be gay. Sure, I wanna suck your dick but, No Homo." The boy was considering my offer but held his hands in front of him, warding me off. He said, "Naw man, I can't do it. I'm good. I've got a girlfriend and I ain't gay. I can't just let some dude suck my dick..." Before he could finish I pulled a fifty dollar bill out of my wallet and slapped it down on a box in front of us. "Here's fifty dollars. It's all yours for nothing. Even if I can't make your dick get hard you'll get to keep the fifty." The black boy stood there, staring at the bill, his voice was now weaker, obviously taking the offer seriously, "Fiddy dollars?" his firm young body shifted back and forth as if he didn't know what to do with himself. "Fiddy dollars, and all I got to do is let you suck my dick, even if I don't get off?" "Even if you don't get off," I reassured him. "Well, I know I won't get off," he said confidently, "`cause I don't swing that way, but fiddy dollars?" "Fifty dollars," I confirmed. "Okay, chief," the boy answered slowly, but with mock cockyness. "I'll take your money if you're givin' it away like that." He looked at me as if he was if he was an older man in a pool hall who was about to hustle a kid who was still green. "You sure you want me to take your money, son?" He asked, "`cause a nigga suckin' my dick ain't gonna get me off." I tried to look innocent and naive, playing the part that would give him confidence, "I've never done this before; I just want to see if I can do it. You'd actually be helping me out to see if I'm any good at it." Looking at the fifty dollar bill, he stood there awkwardly, like a confused teenaged warrior waving his arms at his side, "Okay, so what do you want me to do?" I told him that first I wanted him to take off his shirt so that I could admire his body, "I see girls coming in here all the time, checking you out when you don't even know it. I'm sure that just looking at you makes their pussies wet. Who wouldn't get hot by looking at such a fine young soldier? I want to see you like they do." He gave me a frown with a hint of amusement. It was as though he didn't want to be admired by a male in this way, yet he couldn't help but to be flattered. He slowly lifted his T-shirt above his head, revealing his smooth brown body. The gentle dark bush under his armpits, made me eager to see what he looked like with his pants off. The muscle tone of his radiant brown body made him seem gentle yet strong. I needed to hold him and feel him pressed against me. I told him, "I bet the guys in your gym class wish they were built like you, strong and agile." I could swear he was blushing under his brown skin so then I laid it on him, "I just need you to hug me; it's part of the deal." The boy gave me a wary look but then he glanced at the fifty dollar bill on the box. He hesitantly complied with my request. He pressed his naked brown chest against my body, the top of the nappy locs brushed against my face. His lean, sculpted arms held me tight. The earthy smell of his skin made me wish I could get inside of him. I slowly, reverently, knelt in front of the boy as he unfastened his trousers. In a tender way he tilted his head as if he was unsure whether or not he was compromising his manhood by doing this. My cock lept as I watched his masculine boyish hands pull down his zipper and tug on both sides of his pants, lowering them below his knees. I was now face-to-face with the bulge of his cotton boxer briefs; the musty smell of his budding young manhood filled my nose. The indentation of the belly-button in his smooth brown skin made me want to stick out my tongue to taste him. I kissed the bulge in his briefs, and he jerked back for a moment, surprised by the move before remembering that he had agreed to everything that was happening to him. He tensed and held still, letting me kiss the bulge again. The anxious tension of his soft, firm brown body only made his young muscles more visible, making me desire him even more. My lips pressed against the texture of his briefs, feeling the spongy contents underneath. I half-closed my eyes, aroused by his scent, and held my face in his groin. I could have remained there forever, between his smooth brown thighs, but I felt the soft manhood underneath his cotton briefs stir and thicken. I pulled back so I could look up to see his face. He was looking down at me with boyish curiosity and growing sexual frustration. He bit his lower lip and looked away. Collecting himself, he turned back to face me, giving his face a mask of a deadpan expression of passive indifference, but I already knew what he was really feeling. I studied his smooth, forearms as he tugged on the top of his briefs, lowering them to give me access to his naked young body. I took a deep breath of his fertile pubes and held his thick flaccid cock in my fingers, bringing it to my lips. Before he could change his mind I slipped his young cock between my lips and began to suck it, making it hard despite his best efforts not to enjoy it. I sucked harder and harder as his cock thickened in my mouth. He looked down, eyeing me cooly while I tightened my mouth and massaged his thickening member with my tongue. His pressed his lush, full lips together so as not to reveal his enjoyment. I moved my head up and down on his throbbing young cock, massaging the shaft with my mouth. The boy tried to keep expressionless but then he involuntarily let out a sigh, telling me more than he wanted me to know. I sucked harder and harder as the boy began to breathe heavily. He sighed and moaned some more before he could catch himself. He stiffened his muscles as if he thought that through sheer discipline he could make the pleasure go away. I slurped on that straight boy's young, throbbing cock and tasted his sweet, lightly-salted precum. It coated my mouth like a thin film. His boyish hands gently pressed against the back of my head, forcing me to swallow him more deeply, yet he was hoping I wouldn't notice he was doing it. His hips slowly and rhythmically were grinding his pubes into my face, making his young cock dance in my mouth, but when I looked up to see his face he turned sideways as if to pretend he wasn't even in the room with me. Slowly, rhythmically, he continued to gyrate his hips and thrust his hard young cock back and forth in my mouth while keeping my head steady, making me take it. The boy clearly had needs and he was using my mouth to fulfill them. I licked the underside of his shaft as he worked his cock inside my mouth. I imagined how he probably spent his free time: hanging out with his young buddies, riding dirt bikes, watching girls, listening to music, and masturbating alone in his room while his mother was downstairs washing the dishes. I clutched the sides of the boy's rugged knees, making him feel like a man. His hard young cock thicken even more, as something rose from the base, working its way to the head. It felt like a python with a big meal slowly working its way through the length of the snake's body. Suddenly the boy clutched my head and let out a loud gasp, "Oh shit." A load of thick, hot cum gushed against the roof of my mouth and landed on the back of my tongue. His body jerked violently and did this again and again and again, firing load after load in my mouth and filling it with his sweet, salty nectar. I savored the erotic taste of the boy's load, realizing that it was better and more natural than any other aphrodisiac. The boy held my head steady as he continued his sexual spasms. He sighed as he forced me to take care of his horny young cock. He was clearly in charge; all I could do was obey by swallowing his boyish cum until he was finished using me. When he finally released my head I fell backward. Looking up, I admired his mastery and the smooth brown body of a young earthy god. I savored the fresh load of cum he had pumped into my mouth. Fifty dollars lay on top of the box beside us, but I opened my wallet and pulled out the rest of the cash that was in it, which was twenty dollars more. I laid the twenty on top of the fifty and told him that he had more than earned it. The boy cracked a self-conscious smile, which he quickly suppressed. He picked up the bills and mumbled, "Thanks." He didn't look at me as he put his clothes back on, but once he was finished and we were leaving the store he glanced out of the corner of his eye and through his soft red lips he mumbled, "We can do that again some time, on the DL, if it will help you find out if you're gay." I patted the young soldier on his back, "Thanks, buddy. I know it's hard for you to do but I'm glad you're willing to make the sacrifice." "Okay, later," he said, pounding my fist in farewell. I watched as my newly confident, young black urban warrior pulled his hoodie over his head, stuffed his hands into his pockets, and ambled off into the darkness of the city streets.