Date: Thu, 23 Apr 2020 01:00:47 -0500
From: B Real <brealsouthernboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 12

	Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 12: Double-Hit Wonder Woke

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Chris' exquisite domination had been incredible, and only served to further
fuel my desires and urges. However, instead of looking for more dick
elsewhere, I decided to try to hold out for another rendezvous with Black,
still awaiting a return phone call from him. In the meantime, I just went
back to jacking off regularly to highlights of the best sex I had enjoyed,
as well as fantasizing about guys I imagined having. By and far, the ones
that made me cum the hardest were of Black and Chris, memories of how they
each in their own ways turned me out.

	 It was late one Saturday night, and I was horny as hell, feeling a
need for more than just jerking off. I had tried to wait on Black, but
still hadn't heard anything from him. I began to ponder whether to venture
back to the adult bookstore, as least just to find a dick to suck. As far
as I knew, I didn't have to worry about Chris catching me there, as he and
Daphne had gone to her family reunion out of town. My mom was working
another late shift, but Carl was home. However, he was knocked out in a
deep sleep in their bedroom, so slipping out of the house shouldn't have
been a problem. I made up my mind to do it and was in the process of
putting on a pair of tight shorts over one of my trusted jockstraps that
accentuated my ass when my cell phone rang. Glancing at the Caller ID, I
was surprised to see Jamal's name and number. What in the hell?'

	"Hello?" I answered.

	"Yo Trey, please tell me you at home," Jamal said. His words were
slurred, leading me to assume he must be either drunk, high, or both.

	"I'm at home," I answered, my mind instantly filled with thoughts
of how much I had secretly lusted after Jamal and the hot night we shared
that marked the beginning of my journey into the joys of servicing guys,
and then the way he froze me out afterwards. His avoiding and ignoring me
had left me hurt, feeling rejected despite he clearly at the time enjoyed
what happened between us. "Wassup? Something wrong?"

	"Can I come over?" he asked.

	"Where are you?"

 "I'm right down the street from yo house. You home alone?"

"Carl is here, but he's asleep. My mom is at work."

 "Well, let me come over. Please, man. I'm know we need to talk and
shit. Just meet me in yo backyard, aiight?"

	I was perplexed and intrigued. "Okay," I answered. "I'll be out in
a few minutes."

	Hanging up, I sensed something must have led to Jamal being in my
neighborhood, most likely with him and Stephanie, who lived a street over
from me. Our previous encounter came after Jamal grew frustrated with her
not wanting to have sex, so of course the thought entered my mind that he
might be needing another release. It that was the case, Jamal was right on
time. I took a glance in the mirror on the outside door of my closet,
smiled, knowing that if Jamal was indeed intoxicated, it wouldn't be hard
to convince him to go for a round two...

	After first tip-toeing to the other of the house to where my mom
and Carl's bedroom was, and hearing him snoring loudly, I walked out of the
door of our kitchen that led to the backyard, which was enclosed by a tall
wooden fence on all four sides. It was a rather warm and steamy night, the
air thick with humidity.  I saw that Jamal was already there, sitting on
the big chaise lounge chair on the patio bare-chested, wearing long
athletic shorts, his t-shirt laying in his lap. As I approached him, he
looked up at me. The attraction had long had for Jamal immediately jolted
me, as he was undoubtably sexy as hell, and seeing him shirtless
immediately aroused me.

	"Hey, Trey," Jamal said, his words still slurred. "Damn, it's hot
out here! Thanks for letting me come over. I needed someplace to chill for
a while. Is it cool if I hang out here for a couple of hours until my ride
comes?"

	"That's fine," I answered. "What's going on with you?"

	"Some straight up bullshit," he said, an angry scowl forming on his
handsome face. "Me and Ricky went to a frat party on campus, had some
drinks, and then I got him to take me over to Stephanie's. Popped some
Molly on the way over there, so you know I was ready to smash. But when I
get to her house Stephanie starts trippin', saying somebody told her I was
messing around with some girl at the party. I said I wasn't messing with
nobody, but she wouldn't let me come inside, and Ricky had already
left. Usually Stephanie's mom lets her use her car to take me home whenever
I go over there, and Ricky said he was over some girl's place and won't be
back to pick me up for a while. Hell, after all that I was really fucked
up, cause that Molly was feeling real good, but didn't know what to
do...until I thought about you."

	"Thought about me?" I asked.  I guess Ricky had mentioned anything
about how he had tricked me into sucking his dick by falsely claiming Jamal
told him about the two of us. "The last time you and I talked, you said you
didn't want to have anything to do with me."

 Jamal looked me straight in my eyes. "I didn't know whether or not you'd
even talk to me cause of how I been acting towards you. Yo, Trey, I'm sorry
bout that. That shit wasn't cool, and I know I was wrong. But I'm gonna be
real with you. I had to stop talking to you after what happened that night
because I was hella confused. We been boys for so long, but then all of a
sudden you had me feeling like no girl ever had. Man, I can't even remember
how many nuts I busted! I tried to convince myself that I didn't like it,
but that was a lie. Then when Stephanie finally let me have some pussy, it
wasn't nothing like yo ass, and she wouldn't suck me off. I just kept
thinking about you, how you did all like a pro. I stopped blaming you for
what we did, cause it was some of the best I felt in my damn life. To tell
the truth, I done jacked off a lot thinking about that night. Shit, my dick
is hard right now from remembering it. I been wanting to make shit right
with you, Trey."

	I stood in front of Jamal in stunned silence from his
confession. He removed the t-shirt off his lap, revealing the huge bulge of
his manhood in his short. Here he was, my best friend and the first dick I
had, the one I had longed and fantasied about, the one that started it
all. We stared at each other for several moments before I sat down next to
him. He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch, letting me feel how his
hard dick. The he leaned over and put his lips on mine, passionately
kissing me, which made my own prick stiffen. His kiss was electric, his
tongue wrapping around my own, making me melt from the sensuality. The fact
that we were making out in my backyard in the heated late night excited me,
as I had never done anything outside before, the situation enhanced by the
sheer boldness of our lust playing out where we could easily be caught.

	In between the lip locking, Jamal said what I already knew he
wanted. "Damn, I need some head, Trey. Go ahead and suck my shit."

	Jamal pushed his shorts down and boxers down, freeing his rock-hard
pole, the object of my desire. My mouth was watering, and I wasted no time
in going right to work, licking the head and tasting the precum already
oozing.  I rolled my tongue around the tip, which I knew would have an
instant effect on Jamal.

	"SHIT!" he yelled. "I like when you tease my shit like that!"

I licked him for a little while more while jerking the shaft with my hand,
making Jamal moan, and then slowly began to take a few inches into my
mouth. Jamal moaned loudly, and he reached around and grabbed my ass with
one hand, gripping the cheeks tightly. That made me take more of his dick
into my mouth to the halfway point, thoroughly massaging with my tongue and
jaws.

	"Yeah, suck that dick nigga!" he exclaimed. "That's how you do it!
Yo mouth feels so damn good! I love that shit!"

	Having Jamal's dick back in my mouth again was pure heaven. It was
something about it, and him that was different from the rest. Perhaps
because he was my first, and that it was more than just sex with him,
although at the time I didn't know how to describe it. All I did know was
that this second time around, I had more experience and perfected tricks
and techniques, that would for sure blow not just his dick, but his mind. I
took a deep breathe, then slid my mouth down, not stopping until I had the
full length of the dick inside, the head nestled in my throat, which
promptly took on a life of its own, squeezing the rod tightly. My nose was
buried in Jamal's curly black pubes, his balls on my chin. I sucked with
quick pace, my tongue rolling around the shaft, the immense size of the
dick gagging me, but I didn't stop.

	"Shit, nigga! There you go about to make me bust my nut!"

	I could feel Jamal's dick swelling and his sees begin to rise up
the shaft from his balls, so I stopped sucking, allowing the pole to
dropped out of my mouth, and looked over at him, seeing that his face was
contorted from the near orgasm I had just adverted. I then dropped my face
to his stomach, slowly licked from his navel up to his chest, rubbing my
tongue over his nipples. I began to delicately suck on them, something I
had been wanting to do for a long time, as Jamel's toned chest, always on
display in the locker room and when I we used to spend nights over at one
another's houses, really turned me on.

	"Damn, Trey! Yo mouth is fucking fantastic! That shit feels so
good!"

	I looked up at him. "You like it, huh?"

	"Hell yeah, nigga!" he exclaimed. "But you know what I really wanna
do? I wanna get some more of this!"

Jamal slid his hand down the back of my shorts and quickly found the
entrance to my hole, which he rubbed with his fingers. When he inserted one
inside, I yelped, which made Jamal smile.

"Yeah, Trey, I been thinking about how nice and tight yo ass is ever since
that night we were together. Now let me give you this dick like I did
before."

Jamal stood up and pulled his shorts and boxers down, then yanked my short
off me. He pushed me onto my back on the lounge, spreading my legs high
above my head, and got between them. He leaned down, spit on my hole, then
licked two fingers, which he promptly shoved inside me, moving the around,
making me moan and whimper. Jamal pulled his fingers out and positioned the
head of his dick right at the entrance to my quivering hole, looking down
at me with lust in his eyes.

"Nigga, you bout to get it now," he warned, and then pushed inside of me
with considerable force, shocking my ass with its inflated size and fury,
plowing through until all of it was buried within me.

"Jamal!" I screamed from the intense penetration, my ass feeling like It
was being demolished and ripped apart. I saw stars in my eyes as tears
formed in them.

"Give me dis ass nigga!" he snapped as I felt his pole in my guts. "Dis is
just what I been needed, yo tight ass! I know you want it!"

"Just hold up for a minute, "I pleaded. I realized that Jamal's already
high sexual drive was amped up even more by the alcohol and Molly in his
system, resulting in a more ferocious plowing of my hole.

"Hold up? Is you crazy? You didn't want me to hold up before!" he said in
frustration, pulling out of me. "You the one who got me thinking bout dis
ass all the damn time. Seeing you in class and trying not to look at yo
ass., remembering how good you sucked my dick.  I can't even half bust a
nut fucking pussy now because of you. Man, you gotta let me get my dick up
in this ass nice and good. I need it Trey."

"For real?" I asked

  "I ain't trying to hurt you, but I need to cum bad, and yo ass feels so
damn good. Just relax and let me give dis dick. You want it, don't you?"

"Yeah," I answered.  "I want it Jamal."

"That's wassup," he excitedly said, kissing me again, and then slowly
easing his dick back inside me hole. That made the entry less invasive, and
my ass responded by opening and willingly accepting the throbbing rod.

"Oh shit, Jamal..." I moaned as his dick filled my ass.

"That dick feeling got yo ass feeling good, huh?"

"Hell yeah."

"Damn, boy!" Jamal exclaimed as he slid more of his thick pole into me. "Yo
ass is so fucking tight!"

"Give it to me, Jamal," I begged, pivoting my crotch up. "Give me all your
dick, man!"

"That's what I'm talking about!" he replied, and pushed himself all the way
in, the tip of his dick plunging deep inside of me.

I gripped the dick with my ass muscles, creating a squeezing sensation that
I knew would please Jamal, and then started twisting my crotch around and
around, feeling his balls slapping against my cheeks.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard Jamal!"

"Goddamn yo!" he yelled. "You a damn freak! You be doing stuff that make a
nigga feel good as fuck! Hell yeah! I'mma fuck yo sexy ass just like you
want it! Take dis dick!"

He bent and stretched my legs wide, holding my ankles, and began to
long-dick me, plunging his dick in and out of my hole. His pace gradually
increased, his pole going deeper and deeper inside of me. I moaned as Jamal
gave it to me, relishing the feel of him, knowing how much he liked what he
was doing, and how much I liked him doing it.

"Take did dick, nigga! Dis ass feel good as a motherfucker!"

Jamal started to steadily ram in and out of my ass, and the intensity of
his pounding shook my body with every plunge he took. I worked my ass
muscles around the penetrating dick, gripping and squeezing it, making him
moan, sweat dripping profusely from his head and chest down onto
me. Looking up, I could see Jamal's handsome face with what I knew was
delight at how good he felt with his dick inside of me, and the way I was
manipulating the pole with a pro.

"Shit, Jamal, you got your dick all up in me."

"You like dat shit, don't you?"

"Uh huh."

"I know you do. C'mon and give me dis ass.  This shit is hella fiyah!"

"Give it to me!"

"Oh yeah, take it!"

He picked up his pace even more, long-dicking and slamming inside of my ass
in an all-out banging that took my breath away. I cried out as his dick
pummeled me.

"Jamal!" I cried. The combination of pain and pleasure, having Jamal's dick
ravaging my ass, drove me crazy, loving the way it felt to have him fucking
me so deep, the dick I spent so many days and nights dreaming about, with
the boy I had secretly lusted over, now between my legs, screwing the hell
out of me. I was caught up in a tidal wave of erotism, shockwaves traveling
all throughout my body, which was on fire.

"Damn, nigga!" Jamal exclaimed. "I really got dis ass going, huh? All juicy
and shit! Tell me what you want!"

"I...I..." I stuttered.

"You what, nigga?"

"I want...your dick."

"Fuck yeah!" Jamal replied, and then plunged himself ball-deep inside of
me.

The head of his dick made contact with my prostate, which promptly resulted
in my body going into convulsions, and my ass tightening ever more around
the embedded pole. The way my ass was pulsating and squeezing his rod soon
became too much for Jamal to take.

"Shit, nigga! Dis ass bout to make me cum!" he yelled, falling onto to me
as he drilled his throbbing dick even deeper into me.

I tried to loosen my ass from around his dick, not wanting him to cum so
soon, but it was too late. Jamal let out an animalistic roar as he blew a
load from his dick as it pounded into me at a feverish pitch. I could feel
the warm thick semen filling my ass as Jamal kept moving in and out of me.

"FUCK!" he screamed, and promptly kissed me hard on my lips, forcing his
tongue into my mouth.

I held tightly onto his back as Jamal bred my ass with his cum, my own
hormones racing from having him inside of me. I wanted Jamal to keep
fucking me, to keep giving me his dick, as I knew I could make him cum
again, but the ringing on his cell phone, which was in the pocket of his
shorts, threw a wrench into any kind of extended romp.

At first Jamal ignored the ringing, his mind instead on nothing but his
dick, which was still shooting in my ass.

"Damn it, nigga," he sighed. "Yo shit feel so good. This what's been on my
mind. You can do some wild shit with yo mouth and ass like I ain't never
felt before! You know you got some good shit, huh?"

As Jamal drove me wild with more kissing, his phone rang again. He
reluctantly reached down got grabbed it out of the pocket of his shorts.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, glancing at the Caller ID. "It's dat nigga Ricky!"
Jamal didn't answer, instead quickly typing and sending a text message. He
then wiggled his semi-hard dick around in my ass, teasing me as he licked
my nipples.

Moments later, I heard the chirp of a text notification on Jamal's phone,
and he stopped what he was doing to my body to read it.

"Ain't dat a bitch!" he snapped. "Dat nigga is already back over on
Stephanie's street!" To my dismay, Jamal got up from the lounge, hurriedly
pulling his boxers and shorts up, and so went his dick. "I gotta catch a
ride with dat nigga so I can get home in time or else my mom gonna be
trippin' bout me being out too late."

"Damn, Jamal," I protested. "I wanted to make you cum again."

Seeing the look of disappointment on my face, he leaned down and gave me
one last and deep kiss, rubbing my prick, which was achingly stiff in the
front of my jockstrap.

"Trey, I wish I could stay and get some more of dat ass, but I gotta go. I
promise I'll make it up to you. You got some bomb ass shit, so you best
believe I'm gonna get up in dat again real soon, okay?"

"Alright," I replied.

"Thanks, nigga. That was just what I needed. I'll hit you up tomorrow."

With that, Jamal adjust his dick in his shorts, and quickly left, leaving
me both pleased and frustrated. I hadn't even had a chance to bust my own
nut. I got up from the lounge slowly, as the somewhat rough plunging I took
from Jamal's dick had me kind of sore. That ruled out any thought of going
trying to walk to the bookstore to get my rocks off, so I decided to go
back to my bedroom, put on a flick, and jerk off remembering how good
Jamal's dick had just felt inside of me.

So, I put my shorts on and staggered back inside through the kitchen door,
walking with a slight limp to my bedroom, Jamal's cum was oozing from my
ass, dripping down my legs, making me feel like a naughty slut.

I opened the door to my room and turned on the light and stopped dead in my
tracks when I saw that Carl was standing inside, an angry look on his
face. He was wearing only cotton pajama bottoms, his muscular chest and
bulky build on full display.

"You and me need to have a talk," he said in an authoritative tone, as if
the sight of me was disgusting him.

"About what?" I asked, trying not to look or stare his way, especially at
his body. Despite the fact that I despised Carl, the slut in me couldn't
deny or ignore how fucking hot and sexy he was, and the first thing I
noticed when I walked in the room was the huge bulge in the front of his
pajamas.

"I been suspicious for a while, but now I know for sure," Carl said. "You a
little sissy boy, ain't you?"

I stood in silence with my head down, not knowing how to respond, thinking
about Jamal's cum still leaking from my ass, hoping Carl would notice it as
he walked over to stand right in front of me. He was an intimidating
presence, and I was afraid of what he was going to say. He was dark
skinned, around 6'2 or so with a bulky and solidly muscular build, toned
chest with hot pecs with dark nipples that I could imagine licking, and a
six-pack stomach, all of this I was noticing for the first time. The fear I
had was juxtaposed with the sudden attraction building inside of me for a
man I otherwise couldn't stand. That was how much of a slut I had become,
turned on by Carl of all people.

"You see, Trey, I was in the kitchen grabbing a beer when I happened to
look out the window. And guess what I saw?"

Oh shit, I thought.

"That's right, I saw that boy Jamal with his dick up yo ass!" Carl
snapped. "And you were loving it, weren't you? I know you were, cause I
opened the window and heard you begging for it like a little fucking ho! I
had a feeling for a long time that you was gay, but I didn't know you was
such a nasty little bitch! I saw everything you did, you sucking his dick,
then letting him shove it up yo ass! And you liked every minute of it,
didn't you?"

I was stunned that Carl had not only caught Jamal and me in the act, but
apparently had watched the entire encounter, even listening too.

"So, you ain't got nothin' to say? From what I can tell from how you was
giving yo ass up out there you must be used to it. You and that boy been
messing around whenever he be over here?"

"No," I mumbled, "That was the first time." Technically that was true, as
the other time had been at Jamal's house.

"Your first time getting dick?"

I looked at Carl and saw the anger on his face had turned into bewilderment
and curiosity.

"Uh huh," I lied, figuring that if he didn't know, there was no reason to
confess the extent of my various encounters.

"And you liked it, didn't you? Well let me tell you this. I'm bout to teach
yo ass a lesson that can't no boy teach you."

Glancing up, I saw Carl staring at me with a lecherous look on his face. My
eyes darted down to see him clutching his crotch with one hand, the bulge
in his pajamas growing. That let me realize what Carl had in mind, and
although I wanted not to, I felt myself getting turned on.

"Take them shorts off!" Carl barked.

I did as he told me to, sliding my shorts down. As soon as they were off,
Carl grabbed me around my waist and turned me around, pushing me up against
the wall.  I felt his rough hands fondling my ass.

"Look at that ass!" he exclaimed. "Hold up! Is that Jamal's cum dripping
out yo ass?"

Embarrassed, all I could do was sheepishly nod. Carl let go of my ass and
spun me around so that we were facing each other.

"Ain't that some shit!" he said, shaking his head. "I just thought you was
sweet, but never imagined you was a nasty little slut! You been real bad,
letting that boy shoot his fuck you and shoot his cum up in you. Since you
giving it up like that, I'm gonna see just what all you about. When I get
through with you, I bet you won't want any more dick again!"

Carl grabbed me and sat me down on the edge of my bed. He stood in front of
me and pushed down his pajamas and underwear. What I saw made me
gasp. Carl's dick, dangling between his muscular thighs, was monstrously
HUGE! It was a least nine and a half inches, real thick in width, with a
mushroom head, bigger even than those others I previously had. The sight of
the anaconda sausage of a dick, which wasn't even fully hard, both tempted
and frightened me, as I sensed that whatever Carl had in mind wasn't going
to be anything compared the sex I experienced before, not with the history
he and I shared. He yanked my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor.

"You wanna act like a ho, I'm gonna treat like a ho,' Carl sneered. "Open
yo fuckin' mouth!"

As soon as I parted my lips, Carl shoved his dick between them. Before I
could even start sucking, he grabbed my head with both hands on either side
and started pushing his meat in. I tried to employ my tongue techniques,
but Carl's movement were too quick and forceful for me to do so. Instead, I
soon found myself gagging and his dick inflated inside my mouth, and within
seconds the head slid past my tonsils. Carl held my head in a tight grip,
grinding my face in his thick bush of black pubes, my nostrils filled with
the smell of the Ivy soap he showered with. I gasped for air, unable to
breath, and tears formed in my eyes. I started to wail, and Carl let out a
sinister laugh as I struggled with his dick choking me.

"Is it too much for you, Trey? You crying like a little girl!"

It honestly was too much, and I was feeling dizzy from the lack of air. I
couldn't move, and Carl seemed to be enjoying seeing me in agony. Just when
I thought I was about to pass out, he relented, pulling his dick halfway
out, which allowed for me to catch my breath.

"Suck it!" he yelled. "And you better not bite my shit either!"

I began to carefully work his rod, rolling my tongue around the shaft while
I gave my mouth time to recover in order to really do my best. Carl was
immediately pleased with my tongue action, moaning as he released the grip
on my head. I caressed his huge balls with one hand, and soon started to
slowly suck on his dick once my mouth was ready.

"I'll be damned!" Carl exclaimed. "I guess you liking it now, huh? Playing
with my dick in yo mouth like a fucking bitch!"

I couldn't help but to like having a dick, even Carl's to suck on. It was
so big that just half filled my mouth, and when any more slid in, I
gagged. Carl took that as a cue to punish more by pushing the full length
back in and down my throat, again holding my head tight, laughing as I
choked, then pulling out and slapping my face with his hard meat. I was
frantically gasped for air, spit dripping from the sides of my mouth.

"You fucking slut!" he barked. "You can't take all dis dick down yo throat,
huh? See, dis here is a real man's dick, and I'm not playing with
you. That's alright though. I ain't done with you boy. Not by a long shot!"

Carl pushed me down onto the bed, flipping me on my stomach, placed me on
my hands and knees, and mounted me from behind. Terror gripped me mind as I
felt him place the huge head of his dick right outside my hole. I already
had enough trouble taking the enormous pole in my mouth and throat, so the
thought of getting it in my tight ass was probably going to be even more
difficult. This was more than I bargained for, but I knew my stepfather was
going to do it whether I was ready or not.

"Now you be a good bitch and let me get dis ass," he advised, then pushed
the head inside my quivering hole.

I winced at the initial entry of just the head and about an inch of his
dick, which felt like a fist pushing inside of me.

"Goddamn it boy!" he exclaimed. "This ass is tight as a motherfucker! Oh,
yeah, I'm about to tear dis shit up! Be still why I lay this pipe inside yo
ass! You gone get it now boy!"

Carl held me down and promptly rammed several inches of his dick inside my
ass with brutal force. Excruciating pain shot all through my body, and I
screamed, Carl's rod feeling like a big black locomotive plowing through
and pounding my hole. He ignored my anguished cries, which seemed to turn
him on even more.

"Carl, hold up man. That hurts!" I protested as my hole was pulverized by
the invading bulldozing being inflicted by Carl's unforgiving tool. With
every inch he pushed in, I felt as if I was being ripped from my ass all
the way up into my guts...and I still didn't even have all of it in me. I
began to whimper and cry, the pain becoming unbearable. I tried to scoot
forward, but he stopped me. "Carl, please..."

"Hell naw!" he yelled. "Don't run from dis dick! What you crying for? I
thought you like getting dick up yo ass! You wasn't crying when you had
Jamal's dick up in you! Well you gon' learn tonight what it means to really
get fucked!"

Carl forced his dick inside of me, showing no mercy as he pummeled my
aching hole. My weakened knees and arms buckled, with Carl falling on top
of my back, further pushing himself inside of me. I screamed as his dick
wrecked my insides, once again feeling as if I was going to lose
consciousness, my head spinning, thinking I couldn't take anymore of Carl's
rough and unrelenting fucking with his huge pole. I started mumbling
incoherently, wishing for it all to end.

 "Look at you, you fucking ho. Got all my dick up in yo tight little
ass. Uh, huh. I knew yo ass was sweet. Donna kept telling me to take it
easy on you, and you always was giving me attitude like I wasn't bout
shit. All this time what you wanted was some dick. Yeah, been walking
around in them tight shorts and shit. Now you crying cause it's too much
for you. Well I don't give a shit about you crying. You wanna play pussy,
yo ass get fucked like pussy! You can cry all you want. I'm gonna bitch
fuck you til I bust this ass wide open!"

Even though Carl had only gotten less than half of his dick in, it felt
like much more. I knew that I was going to have to do something to minimize
the excruciating pain his plowing was causing, as my ass had clamped down
hard around what was already in, which exacerbated the agony when he forced
more in. That's when I remember what Bobby Santos had told me to do when he
was trying to get his own big dick in me: to act like I was taking a
shit. I took a deep breath, then flexed my ass muscles to imitate a shit.

"Fuck!" Carl yelled as my actions at first pushed back on his dick, then
loosened slightly.

The relaxing of my ass, which allowed Carl's pole to more easily slide in,
led to the head coming into contact with my g-spot, sending sudden
pleasurable sensations through my body that counteracted the pain and
agony. My whimpering turned to lusty moans as I slowly began to twist my
pelvis, thrusting back it back, willingly giving myself to a man who I had
hated for so long.

"Shit, Carl..." I moaned.

"I'll be damned!" Carl exclaimed. "Just a minute ago you was begging me to
stop, and now you going crazy on my shit! Coming alive for da dick! You
fucking slut! You giving dat ass up now, huh bitch! Ass feels like tight
virgin pussy and shit! Well let's see if you gonna like this!" With his
dick still half-way embedded in my ass, Carl grabbed me and put me back on
all fours, grabbed me by the shoulders, and proceeded to methodically push
deep inside of me.

This time around I was somewhat more prepared, but the plunging still
resulted in me feeling pangs of pain, but less than before. I could feel
and hear that the penetration was being made easier by the remnants of
Jamal's cum, which provided much-needed lubrication. Knowing that the dick
inside of me was surrounded by the cum of a previous fucking from someone
else heightened my libido, confirmation on how much of a slut I had
become. A nasty slut at that.

He suddenly pulled halfway out.  "You remember all the times you walked in
a room and didn't speak? All the attitude you gave me. Disrespecting me and
shit? Well take this bitch!"

Carl rammed right back in with a hard thrust that rocked my entire body,
then pulled out again.

"How does that feel?" he sneered. "Not like that young nigga you was just
in the backyard with letting him fuck you like a cheap slut, huh? You got a
real motherfuckin' dick up in you now!"

Carl again roughly shoved his pole inside of me, smashing through my
shell-shocked ass. He repeated the brutal in and out poundings, and only
seemed to do deeper and deeper, his dick feeling like a big tree trunk
plowing into my innermost depths. I felt as if I was being crushed and
obliterated, but was determined to take everything Carl was giving me, both
to show that I could, and also because, slowly but surely, I found myself
starting to like the way he was using my ass.

"Oh shit..." I mumbled. Beginning to really get into what was happening, I
let out a loud moan and pushed my ass back until I felt my Carl's balls
smack against my cheeks.

"You fucking slut!" he yelled. "Goddamn dis ass is hot as fuck! Creamin'
and shit all over my dick! I thought you wasn't gonna be able to handle it,
but I guess I was wrong! You going fucking wild!"

Carl's approval was apparent not by what he was saying, but by his own
moaning as I started squeezing his big pipe inside my ass. Although it had
taken me a while, by then his rod wasn't hurting so much, and he began to
long-dick me with ferocious sliding in and out of my ass. Each time he
plunged all the way in, the head of his dick inevitably rolled over my
g-spot, triggering shockwaves rushing through my body, and in addition,
making my ass tighten even more. I yelped and whimpered, the dive-bombing
of my hole sending me into sexual overdrive.

"Shit, Carl..." I babbled as he drilled in and out of me with furious
strokes. I couldn't believe I was not only getting fucked by him, but was
now thoroughly enjoying it, my mind in a daze, body on fire. As my body was
overcome with a sensory overload, I started to squeeze my ass around the
massive pole, and pushed my hips back, taking the whole thing inside of
me. "It's so fucking big..."

"Damn right it's big, bitch! Dis big black dick all up in yo pussy, making
you moan like a little girl! Yo pussy is better than yo mama's! All tight
and wet! You like getting fucked, don't you?"

"Yyyyeess," I stuttered as he pushed deep inside of me.

"All this time I thought you was good for nothing, but now I see you one
hellava little dick loving slut with a tight hot pussy! You love taking dis
dick?"

"Yeah!" I cried out.

"You a nasty little freak ho! I'ma make dis pussy talk! Open dat pussy up
and take all dis dick!"

He pushed me down flat on my stomach, and slowly slid his dick inside my
ass, pausing for a moment, then launching into a frantic pace of pummeling
my hole with wild abandon. I cried out as he roughly took me, his dick
banging hard with every thrust. My whimpering and wailing from the fucking
seemed to excite him even more, his dick swelling as he rammed inside my
pulsating ass.

"That's it! That's how you take a dick! I'm murdering dis fucking hole,
busting it open! Give me dis pussy! Yeah, dis shit feel real good! I can
tell you like getting fucked! You fucking bitch!"

"Oh shit!" I screamed. "Damn it!"

"Hell yeah. You like being treated like a slut, don't you?"

"Uh huh," I answered, getting caught up in the intensity of Carl's
domination of me. My ass was being stretched and pulverized, my hard prick
feeling as if it was going to burst through the front of my jockstrap,
pushing me closer and closer to a total sexual meltdown. There were
sensations rushing all through my body, the lurid nature of having Carl's
massive dick deep inside of me, adding to what was already kinkier and more
forbidden than anything I had ever experienced. I was loving my asshole of
a stepfather turning me out, calling me names, and plowing inside me with
no mercy. He grabbed my jockstrap on the sides and yanked it back as he
rode me hard. It was as if Carl was getting off on seeing me squirm with
every plunge of his dick, my whimpering only making him pummel me even
more.

"Just like I thought," he sneered. "Yo faggot ass ain't ready for dis dick!
I guess you want me to stop, huh?"

Even though Carl's big dick was pounding inside of me with force so intense
and brutal, I was determined to not only just take the fucking, but to also
practice some of my skills that I knew would leave a lasting impression.
Gathering my strength, I flexed my ass to accommodate the anaconda cock,
and then squeezed the muscles in my hole. I felt the immediate effect that
had on him, and he moaned as his pipe was enveloped in the tight wet heat.

"I'll be damn! Bitch, dis pussy showing out now!"

"Fuck me, Carl," I urged, now really feeling slutty. "Make me yo bitch."

"That's the kinda shit I'm talking bout! Gimme dis pussy!" he yelled,
pulling out and then brutally shoving back in, his dick ransacking my ass
and once again managing to plow right into my prostate. That was enough to
set off a bomb inside of me that exploded, sending shockwaves through my
body. "You gonna make me bust all up in dis pussy!"

"That's what I want," I replied, "to make you cum."

"Nasty slut! That's what you gonna get!" He plowed my hole even harder, and
I screamed as my ass tensed up, then went into convulsions, gripping his
punishing prick. At the same time, my dick began to shoot off in the
jockstrap, filling it with cum as my body jerked wildly. My ass clamped
down on Carl's dick, trapping it inside of me with a vise-like grip. In the
midst of the intense orgasm I was experiencing, I instinctively pushed
myself back and rotated my hips, steadily twisting the monster rod inside
my hole.

"Goddamn boy! Dis ass is really cummin' just like a real pussy on my dick!
It's pulling and squeezing my shit! Fuck you bout to make me cum! Yeah,
bitch, you bout to get dis nut!"

I could feel Carl's dick swelling in my ass, and he grunted as he gave one
last thrust, which caused me to cry out when it roughly plugged me.

"Oh shit!" Carl shouted as I felt his dick start shooting, quickly filling
my whole with a deluge of cum. "You got me busting all up in yo tight
little pussy! Dis what you wanted, ain't it? To get yo pussy fucked nice
and hard, full of cum!"

As Carl emptied his enormous load deep side of me, I felt myself readily
accepting all that he was giving. His dick, which at first caused pain, was
now the source of highly palatable pleasure. I again pushed my pelvis back,
feeling his balls against my cheeks, and let out a lusty moan as one final
squirt of cum shot inside of me.

"Motherfucker!" Carl yelled, collapsing onto my back, breathing heavily,
his dick still firmly planted in my ass. "Damn, boy! That shit was fucking
unbelievable!"  To my surprise, I felt Carl lick and kiss the back of my
neck, his arms wrapping around my torso and holding me in an embrace. "You
got some good ass pussy kid!"

I was seeing stars myself, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I
had just not only gotten fucked by my stepfather, but enjoyed it. To be
totally honest, after the initial pain, once I got into my dick-loving
zone, I realized that what happened with Carl had shown me that I had come
a long way, literally and figuratively, since that first time with Jamal. I
had become a pro at taking dick and pleasing dudes, so much so that I had
eventually take all of Carl's dick and making both him and me cum hard. To
top it all off, he had even just displayed a sign of appreciation by
kissing my neck and holding me, something I never could have imagined.

As we lay on my bed with our bodies intertwined, spent and exhausted,
thoughts of how I first got started with Jamal only a couple of months
before, only initially wanting to give him a blow job, to now willingly
having Carl's huge dick inside of me. My mind flashed back to giving head
to the college guy in the theater which led to my sucking Chris in the
Buick, to my encounter with Leon in which he rimmed my ass after inserting
a Blow Pop in it, then plowed me with his big dick, to getting tricked into
sucking Ricky off, to my drug and liquor-induced romp with Eddie, followed
by the passionate love-making with Black, then the unexpected banging from
Bobby, to the follow up with Chris, which in itself was an incredible
experience thanks to his curved pipe and lesson in riding, and finally to
Carl, who was the beneficiary of all that I learned and perfected in
becoming an sexually enlightened black boy. It was an unexpected journey,
but one I seemed destined for. Feeling Carl's still stiff pole fluttering
inside of me, I smiled. This was what I was born and meant to be, and I
loved it.

	"Yo, some whack ass shit," Jamal said, his words still slurred.
"Man, I just came from Stephanie's. We got into it, Trey. I'm sick and
tired of her trippin' and shit. I was hanging with Ricky, having some drank
and smoking some trees when she called and told me to come over to her
house.

	"What the hell you been in here doing?" Carl asked angrily, glaring
at me as he stood in the doorway of my bedroom.