Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2018 23:34:28 -0500 From: B Real Subject: Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 3 Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 3 The following is a work of fiction: Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. It depicts sexual situations between males of different ages, including minors, and may include incest. If reading such is illegal where you reside or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk Your comments and feedback are welcome by emailing me at berealsouthernboy@gamil.com If you enjoy this or other stories, please donate to Nifty. Things were never the same for me following that hot night with Jamal. It had been more than I expected, taking both him and me by surprise at what transpired, my body sore, especially my ass. The next day he woke me up, and we didn't even speak about what happened. I didn't know what to say, as he seemed to be cold and distant towards me. Was he regretting what we did? I wondered. Even though I knew he had let my cousin Tony suck him off, I had a feeling that getting head was all Jamal had done with a guy. He just engaged in small talk with me. Hurriedly straightening up his bedroom, telling me to shower and get dressed before his mother returned home from out of town. By the time I got finished and walked back into Jamal's bedroom, he had changed the sheets on his bed, sprayed generous amounts of air freshener to cover the smell of marijuana smoke, and taken his own shower in his mother's bathroom. Shortly thereafter his mother arrived, and she gave me a ride to my house, Jamal staying behind to wait for his younger sister to get back from a sleepover at her friend's. I didn't hear anything from him for the rest of the weekend, and when I got back to school the next week, Jamal avoided me in the hallways. He even ignored me in the chemistry class we shared. Finally, I cornered him one day when he was coming out of the locker room after athletics. When I asked him what he was up, why wasn't speaking to me, he angrily told me that he wasn't gay, and that what happened between us had been because he had been drunk and high, that he was out of his mind and horny, that I had set him up and basically taken advantage of him and tricked him into doing something he normally wouldn't. He warned me to tell anyone what we had done, saying he had worked things out with Stephanie and was close to getting her to give into having sex. That, he said, was what and who he really wanted, not me. I was stung by Jamal's words and attitude. Sure, I had been fantasying about him for a while, and had indeed set out to seduce him into letting me suck his dick, but he had been the one to initiate our full-blown fucking. He wanted and enjoyed it just as much as I did. Why he was acting this way towards me caught me off guard, leaving me hurt and confused. On top of that, our encounter had sparked something inside of me, a constant and relentless urge and burning desire of wanting more sex with guys. Even though taking Jamal's dick up my ass had been totally unexpected and at times painful, I nevertheless found it highly pleasurable, as if it was something I was born to do. There was a fulfillment and incredibly erotic wave of emotions that washed all over my body, leaving me wanting more. I had been counting on getting that from Jamal, but now he seemed not to be an option, leaving me frustrated, jacking off multiple times a day. I was having constant wet dreams, waking up with my underwear soaked in cum. I was, to put it simply, in throes of teenage heat, my body aching for sex. But where to find it? I had started to notice dudes checking me out, especially my ass, and the way I walked, which seemed to attract attention. When I looked at myself in my bathroom mirror, I realized that, just like Jamal had said, I was a pretty good-looking boy, with my mocha-colored smooth skin, toned body, full lips, and perhaps my best attribute was my ass. Previously I had been self-conscious about it, thinking it was a tad too big, which led to me wearing long shirts untucked from my pants to cover it. However, I learned that my backside attracted favorable attention from both females and males, so gradually I began to embrace it. Once I experienced my first taste of sex with Jamal, I seemed to illicit newfound sexual aura, a strut in my steps that was suggestively tantalizing. I guess it was something about the way I carried myself, especially after unlocked by the sex with Jamal, that seemed to send a signal that I was open to getting down. Once again, talks with my cousin Tony provided insight into this whole new world, as he loved regaling in sharing details and gossip about his own encounters and experiences. He'd revealed that there were numerous boys at our high school who secretly enjoyed getting down with other dudes. That piece of information intrigued me to say the least, leading to new fantisies about various hot classmates. But one conversation I had with my Tony in which he talked about a good place to pick up what he called `trade', or guys who said they were straight, but liked to mess around with males, stayed on my mind. It was an adult bookstore and theater located a couple of blocks from the college campus. Tony had said that he had been there several times and met a few fine male specimens, or trade, who he messed around with, and that he was able to get in by playing it cool and paying the five-dollar fee to enter. The place was several blocks away from my neighborhood behind the strip center where the barbershop where I got my hair cut was located. I often walked to the barbershop and had seen men going in and out of the theater. Maybe it was time for me to check the place out. So, late one Saturday night, after my mother and stepfather had gone to bed, I put on a pair of tight-fitting shorts that accentuated my bubble butt, no underwear underneath, and a flimsy blue t-shirt, snuck out of my house and made the fifteen-minute walk to the theater. When I got it there, I saw that the theater's parking lot had several vehicles in it, a few of them with men sitting inside behind the wheels. As I walked through the parking lot, I sensed eyes on me, which only heightened by excitement. I was filled with adrenaline, anxious to make a connection with someone willing to let me blow them. I walked up to the entrance and paused. Taking a deep breath, I walked inside. There was an attendant sitting at a front counter, a white man who in his late 20's or early 30's, who barely looked up when I entered. Glancing around, I saw racks of dirty magazines and porno DVDs lining the walls. To the far left at the back was a door with a big neon sign above that flashing FEATURE THEATHER, and on the far right another door with a sign flashing PRIVATE BOOTHS. "Five dollars to go back," the man behind the counter stated. I quickly pulled a five-dollar bill from the pocket of my shorts and handed it to him, relieved that he hadn't asked for ID. I quickly made my way to the back left, slowly walking into the dark theater, where a graphic hardcore sex scene of two men taking turns on a screaming buxom blonde woman. There were several rows of seats, but I only saw three or four men sitting, watching the flick in silence. I boldly walked towards the front, glancing at the men as I did. None of them caught my attention as being attractive or possible hookups, to my dismay. So, I sat down in a seat in an empty middle row, deciding to wait a few minutes to see if something, or someone, turned up. My patience was soon after about half an hour when I heard the theater door open with a loud creak. I turned and saw a hot looking light-skinned guy had entered and was standing in the center aisle at the back of the theater. He looked around, checking out the scene. When he saw me, we looked each other in the eyes, and he began to slowly walk down the aisle, casually sat down in the seat right next to me. He briefly looked over at me, clearly sizing me up. Getting a closer look at him, I saw how good-looking he was, tall, with a bald-shaved head, broad chest, and most likely was a student at the local college, as he was wearing a shirt with the school's name and mascot. I in turn seductively licked my lips. He turned and stared straight ahead at the screen, while he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard, long dick, which he began to stroke with one hand. Seeing him with his dick out turned me on, but I didn't know how to proceed. As his dick swelled and hardened, I saw that it was thick, with precum beginning to ooze from the head of what had to be at least eight inches or more. Without a word, he reached over with and put his hand on my crotch. My dick immediately turned rock hard in my shorts. He continued to stare straight ahead at the movie screen as he stroked his own dick while rubbing mine. And then pulled my head down between his legs, positioning the dick at my lips. He rubbed the head over my lips, smearing them with the precum. I instinctively opened my mouth wide, allowing this stranger to slide his hard dick inside half way. It wasn't as thick as Jamal's but was longer with a bent angle. I heard what sounded like his breath getting caught up, his body tensing, legs spreading wide. He pivoted his hips upwards, pushing more of his dick into my mouth. I struggled to take it all, being careful not to bite. Soon my mouth felt completely full, even though I hadn't taken the full length. He was breathing heavily, his hands now on both sides of my head, as I began suck on the dick, getting used to the way it felt moving in and out of my mouth. As with Jamal before, working on a hard dick with my mouth and tongue excited me, and I went about handling it with passionate vigor. He was clearly enjoying what I was doing, as he began to breathe heavily. He grabbed my head with both hands and pushed it down, making me take the full length of his cock into my mouth. That took me by surprise, the inflated dick choking and gagging me as it slid down my throat. He had a firm and tight grip on my head, pumping his dick in and out of my mouth at increased pace. Tears formed in my eyes as my face was buried in the pubes, and I gasped for air. He gave one last push of his dick into my mouth and then began to grunt. It felt like the dick was getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly he pulled it out of my mouth just as cum started squirting from the head, spraying all over my face, shirt, and on him. He then shoved the head back between my lips, depositing a final shot of his seed in my mouth. Once his prick stopped shooting, he pushed my head away, just staring straight ahead, breathing heavily. We sat there for a few moments before he zipped himself up, he stood up and walked out of the theater without saying a word to me. It didn't matter that the stranger and I had never spoken to each other. I was just glad that I had to opportunity to blow such a nice dick, quite pleased with being able to make another dude cum with my mouth. The fast that I hadn't shot my own load was a minor disappointment, because I received great sexual satisfaction in being able to make a dude cum just with my oral prowess. I waited a few minutes before getting up from my seat, deciding I was ready to walk back home, basking in the glow of satisfying the urge I had been feeling since that night with Jamal. As I made my way out of the store and into the parking lot, I was thinking of how valuable it had been to listen to Tony. Maybe the theater could be my go-to spot for future hookups. I walked out the front door into the parking lot, and saw there were a few more parked vehicles than there had been when I arrived. I was near the exit of the parking lot when an older model blue two-door Buick Regal that was backed in to a space near the entrance of the theater pulled out and came to a stop next to me. The driver' side window rolled down. "Trey!" a voice called out from the car. "Boy, what in the hell are you doing out here?" I looked over and saw who was calling my name. It was Chris, my stepfather Carl's younger brother! Oh shit, I thought, my mind filled with panic. "Get in this damn car right now!" he yelled. I sheepishly did as told, walking around to the passenger side. Chris then steered the car out of the parking lot and onto the street. I kept mt head down, not wanting to make eye contact with him, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris looking at me and shaking his head. During the occasional visits Chris made to my house, he had always been extremely friendly towards me, as we shared a mutual interest in sci-fi and video games, which we often played together, being fun to hang around and talk to, a real cool guy, kind of on the quirky side, but still cute. He was in his early thirties, slender build, with caramel-colored skin. I was surprised by him being in the parking lot of the store, since he lived in smaller town thirty or so miles north of the city. "I saw you come out of that joint," he revealed. "I know what goes on in there. Do Carl and your mama know where you are?" I shook my head. "So, what were you doing in there?"" I remained silent, afraid to tell Chris the truth. He stopped at a red light, and the brightness of a street lamp shined down above the car. Chris looked over at me. "What's that on your face and shirt? Is that cum? Answer me!" "Yeah," I mumbled. "How did it get all over you? Tell me or else I'm gonna take you straight to your house and let Carl and yo mama know where you been!" "No, "I answered. "I snuck out after they went to bed." "What were you doing in there, and how'd you get cum all over yo face and shit? Tell me the truth, Trey, or else I'm gonna take you straight home and let you explain this shit to yo mama and Carl." "Okay! I was sucking a guy's dick!" I blurted out. "Who was he?" "I don't know. Just some dude in the theater." "So how his nut get all over yo face and shit? You just in there letting motherfuckers use you like a bitch? I can't believe this shit. How long you been doing this shit? You been going there and sucking dick? You been letting them fuck yo ass too? I shook my head. "No, Chris. This was my first time in there, I swear! All I did was suck one dude!" "You mean to tell me you gave head to somebody you don't even know, and let him bust his nut all over you? Was he black, or you let a white dude use yo mouth?" "He was black," I answered. "It just sorta happened." "How did it happen? Did he know how old you were?" I shook my head. "He just sat down next to me in the theater and pulled his dick out, so I sucked it." "And you liked it? You liked having a dick in yo mouth?" I was silent, not wanting to admit that I didn't just like sucking but was beginning to love it. "Hell, you must be good at it if the nigga bust his nut all over yo fucking face! I can just see you with yo mouth full of dick!" Despite the fear I was feeling about Chris revealing what he had discovered to my mother and stepfather, just thinking about what I had just done with the stranger in the theater sparked my libido again, my prick starting to grow in my shorts. Chris shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe this shit! Yo ass is fifteen motherfucking years old and up in a dirty bookstore sucking dick? You shouldn't even be nowhere near that place! What you think yo mama and Carl gone say about this?" "Chris, please don't tell mama and Carl! I promise I won't ever go back to the theater." "Well, I don't know. Why shouldn't I?" His tone had changed from angry and disgusted to something else. The light turned green and instead of going straight in the direction of my house, Chris made a right onto a street going the opposite way. I could smell a strong scent of alcohol coming from his side of the car, which meant he'd been drinking. I looked over and saw that he had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his crotch. Suddenly it dawned on me that Chris might want something from me in return for his keeping my secret. That realization turned the fear of him telling on me into curiosity and the kind of sexual wanting that was becoming all too common now. I was becoming aware of the allure that seemed to be apparent when dudes saw me. Now, riding in the car with him to an unknown destination, I found myself looking over at Chris with new interest, seeing just how hot he looked in a white wife-beater t-shirt that showed off his well-defined biceps and abs. Since it had been some time since I had last seen him, as he had moved to the other town with his now pregnant girlfriend Keisha, I had forgotten how sexy he was. I had a feeling that I was about to get to know him a lot better. It occurred to me that Chris had been sitting in his car in the parking lot of the dirty store, so it stood to reason that he was looking for some action himself, and I might be able to use that to my advantage. "Chris why were you sitting in the parking lot?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from quivering. "What?" "I said why were you sitting in the parking lot?" I repeated. "Is that how you know what goes on in the theater?" I could tell my question caught him off guard. There was silence for several moments as he kept driving, looking straight ahead. "I can do something for you if you don't tell," I cautiously said, slowly licking my lips as my eyes focused on his crotch. "You don't say anything about me, and I won't say anything about you." Chris looked over at me, seeing me withering suggestively in my seat. "What's that supposed to mean? You trying to say I'm gay or some shit?" "No," I said quickly, not wanting to anger him. "It's just I thought since you were in the parking lot, it must have been for a reason." I glanced over and saw he was clutching his crotch tightly, his hand holding the growing bulge in his gray sweat pants. "I know you not gay or nothing like that, but I think there's something I can do for you not saying anything to mama and Carl, and nobody has to know about it." "Oh yeah?" he said as he clutched at his dick, which by now was turning the front of his pants into a tent between his legs. "You like getting dick, huh? Like this?" He tugged on his dick, looking at me with what I sensed was horniness. My mouth began to water, and I felt stirrings both in the front and back of my shorts. "What you talking about? You wanna suck this hard dick?" I nodded, feeling like a kid in a candy store, now wanting to have Chris' dick in my mouth, not just to keep him quiet, but because I was now even more turned on with the thought of having the chance of pleasing another dude. "I tell you what Trey. You give me some head, and I won't tell your moms and Carl where you been and what you been doing, and you better not breath a word about me to nobody. We got a deal?" "Yeah, "I replied. "Alright," Chris said with a smile. He took his hand off his crotch and reached over to grabbed mine. "I guess just thinking about dick gets you hard, huh? Well, I'm about to see just how good you are at it." He slid his hand down the front of my shorts and held my prick as he drove until he pulled into a dark alley, turning the car's engine off. Then, still with his hand right hand still in my shorts, he pulled his inflated dick out with his left hand. The sight of his impressive rod excited me, making my own dick harden and jump in his hand. I was surprised at how long and thick it was, considering that Chris was a slender guy. His meat was impressive to say the least. "Yeah, boy, you like dick. Now show me just how much." I was only too happy to oblige, leaning over and first licking the big head of Chris' throbbing brown dick, then slowly started to take it into the wet and waiting confines of my eager mouth. "Damn Trey," Chris moaned as my curled around his dick as I took it into my mouth. "Boy that mouth is hot as fuck!" He spread his legs wide, his body relaxing in his seat. I inhaled the scent of his crotch, the smell of manliness intoxicating. I gently was sucking his dick as I eased inch after inch into my mouth ever so slowly. I could tell Chris was already enjoying what I was doing, with only served to make me even more aroused. I realized that not only did I like sucking dick, but I was pretty good at it too. "Shit boy!" Chris exclaimed as I took half the length in my mouth and began to suck it with more intensity. I looked up at him, seeing the pleasure on his face. "You look so fucking hot with my dick in yo mouth. I thought you might have wanted some dick, but never thought you would be such a good dick sucker. You sucking like a motherfucking pro, like yo ass was born to do it." Hearing that prompted me to momentarily pause, taking a deep breath, then sliding my mouth down onto his dick, swallowing the entire length until the head rested in my throat. I briefly gagged, but quickly adjusted and squeezed the long pole with my mouth, my tongue rolling around the shaft. "SHIT!" Chris yelled. "WHAT DA FUCK! You definitely know what you doing!" As I worked his dick with gusto, I felt Chris slip his hand inside the back on my shorts. Discovering that I had no underwear on. "What da fuck? You ain't got on no draws? Yeah, you definitely was out looking for trouble, showing off yo pretty ass and shit." He started rubbing and fondling my cheeks. "Damn boy, this ass is nice and soft," he said in amazement. Having Chris' dick in my mouth and him caressing my ass launched me into a state of heated sexual overdrive. Waves of euphoria swept over my body, consumed by lust and desire, totally caught up in working the rigid pole. "You gonna make me bust real soon with that hot mouth," Chris moaned, pivoting his dick so that it slid all the way in, the head near my tonsils. "Hell yeah. You definitely making sure I don't tell on you, huh? This gonna be our little secret!" I kept orally pleasing Chris, feeling his dick inflate even more in my mouth, he decided to add fuel to my sexual fire by rubbing his finger against the entrance to my ass. That sent shockwaves through my body, making me welp with my mouth full of his dick. My teeth briefly made contact with it, but that only served to excite Chris even more. "I touched that hot spot, huh?" he said, slowly sliding a finger into my extremely sensitive hole, the outer ring squeezing tightly around the finger. "Shit, boy! This ass feels like a tight little pussy and wet. You a hot freaky one, huh? You like letting me use you and shit? Just like that dude you just let shoot allover you face Yeah boy. I know you like it."" Chris wiggled his finger around in my ass, causing me to be overtaken with intense feeling I had never felt before, not even with Jamal. I moaned and yelped with his dick pumping in and out of my mouth. My body was in a heated sexual frenzy, excited beyond belief at what was happening, more that I had ever dreamed of, heightened even more by Chris' dirty talk. "Hell, yeah boy! Show my dick like a fucking bitch!" Chris yelled. "I'm about to bust this nut for real! Take this motherfucking dick down yo throat!" He pushed the full length of his dick into my mouth, holding my head down firmly, buying my face in his pubes, then gave two hard thrusts. "FUCK!" he shouted. "SHIT!" Just when I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen due to the gagging of his prick in my mouth, it started shooting cum down my throat. Chris screamed and moaned as he came, still fondling my hole with his finger. He eased some of his still squirting dick out of my mouth, allowing me to at least get some air as my body started to shake. The intense sensations I was feeling finally pushed me over the edge, and the next thing I knew, my own dick blew in my shorts. "Chris...damn it man..." I moaned, my body jerking and shaking as I climaxed hard, his dick falling out of my mouth as I screamed ad cried out. "Yeah, Trey, you like getting treated like a little slut, "Chris said through his heavy breathing. "You hot as hell for dick. Look at you hollering and shit, going crazy with just one motherfucking finger up that tight ass and my dick in yo throat. You love that shit, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned as my heart rate slowly began to decrease and my dick stop squirting. But Chris was still moving his finger around in my ass in a probing way, making me wince and whimper, to his delight. "I know you do," he sneered, then pulled his finger out and pushed me off his lap and stuffed his dick back into the sweat pants. "You one fine dick sucker, that's for damn sure! How in the hell you learn how to do that shit so good? That shit is da bomb!" I was in such delirious post-orgasmic ecstasy that I couldn't speak, my asshole throbbing from his fingering, in an erotic heat, wanting more. I squirmed in the seat, licking my lips to taste the remnants of his prick and cum. Chris cranked up the car and looked over at me, shaking his head. "Boy, you freaky as hell. If I had somewhere to take you, I'd give you some of this dick up that tight little hole, open up that shit and fuck it like a virgin ho's pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes," I sighed, the mere thought of taking another dick exciting me, even if it was a big as his. "Tell me. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you that you want my dick in yo ass!" "I want your dick in my ass." "That's right boy. You wanna get that ass tapped and fucked like it's a pussy. Well you just gonna have to wait on that. I gotta get yo ass home and out these streets before you get in trouble. But I promise you that I'm gonna get in that pretty ass and make it mine." As Chris drove me home, I he kept one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was under the back of my shorts, fondling my ass and making me squirm. By the time we pulled up in front of my house, his playing with my ass had only served to make me want to have Chris using me even more. Just as I was getting ready to reluctantly get out of the car, Chris suddenly pushed a finger inside my hole, causing me to yelp. He laughed and pulled it out. "I can tell you hot for some dick. I'm gonna give to you real soon, just like I know yo slut ass want it. Bet on that. Make sure you keep yo mouth closed, and don't be giving this ass too no one else. Understand?" I nodded. "Good. Now get back in that house, and don't let me catch you out nowhere on these streets. That ass is too sweet for you to be giving it up." I got out of the car and watched Chris drive off, wanting to see him again, but knowing full well I wasn't about to wait around for him to come back to town. The urges I felt, the need to find sexual release, was far too great for that...