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Da'jonte
© James Jenkins 2020
Two black teenage boys were cuddled
together in a bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not
spectacular fuck. Seventeen-year-old Da'jonte Brooks
was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged his boyfriend's
- both slippery with various sexual fluids.
Raylon broke the moment
asking, "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this dude?"
"Sssh," Da'jonte sighed, "Let's just enjoy this, man."
"Seriously," Raylon
said lifting an eyebrow, "One to ten, with a ten being mind-blowing AWESOME!"
"Ray, let it be man," Da'jonte
protested, "Just chill man."
Raylon sat up in bed and
looked at his friend/lover.
"Oh shit, here we go again," Da'jonte thought, "Ray cool it."
"Three, four... did you even cum like a whore?"
he badgered.
Da'jonte now sat up in
bed, pulling the sheet up covering his body, and drawing his knees up to his
chest.
"It wasn't all that great was it Ray Ray?" He continued the postmortem, "We're in a rut and I've
a sweet idea."
Raylon grabbed his
jacket and pulled out a magazine. There was a scantily clad male couple on the
cover.
"You think we need to look at porn?" Da'jonte said as he ripped the magazine from his friend's hand
and threw it across the room.
"It's not porn dude, just chill,"
he said as he retrieved the magazine from the other side of the room, "it's a Men's
magazine."
"What the hell are you talking about Ray?"
Da'jonte said, not calming down.
"Please, just look at it with me for like two
minutes," he bargained, "if you don't want to, I'll drop it."
"Two minutes, that's all!" Da'jonte told him as he climbed back into bed.
They laid on their stomachs, with pillows
tucked under their elbows, and started to look through the magazine.
It wasn't porn after all, at least,
not half of it. It was a magazine about the Guy x Guy Lifestyle. Da'jonte was surprised to see ads for three clubs right there
in their own little Chicago suburb.
Da'jonte was impressed that they stressed an absolute
drug-free policy and a high class, non-violent atmosphere. At least that's what
they said in the articles about bros getting it on.
Truth be told, Da'jonte
always had been intrigued about this life. From laughing about it in locker
rooms at school to sometimes fantasizing about it during masturbation sessions.
He'd never said anything about these fantasies to Ray. A real erotic
coincidence.
After about an hour, Raylon
pointed out the time, "I'm guessin', since we're
still looking at this, this is something you're interested in it?"
Da'jonte played it coy,
"You know I'm open dude. I'm willing to listen, to explore this more... kinda.
Is this something you're really interested
in dude?"
"Only if you are D," Raylon
said as he dressed to head back to his place, "only if you are."
"Let's think about it. I'll read up more
about this on the web," Da'jonte offered, "You should
too. Now you need to go and check on Gina (his sister) - she's been trying to
get you to play with her all day."
Da'jonte walked him to the
door. They hugged and kissed goodnight. Da'jonte
loved the feeling of being naked and kissing a fully clothed guy.
"Maybe I should stay a bit little longer,"
Raylon said holding his chest and sucking on Da'jonte's right nipple.
Da'jonte laughed and
pushed him out the door and went into the bathroom to shower.
After getting the water hot enough, Da'jonte stepped into the flow of soothing water, letting
it envelop his body. He loved the feeling of the warm water cascading through his
low drop fade + curly Afro hair, following the curve of his back, and curling
around his ass as it dribbles away from his ass.
Da'jonte's old fantasy of
joining a gay club started to return. Were they really like he imagined? Groups
of gorgeous naked bodies twisting and engaging in full-on ecstasy? Strangers
and friends staring at his body with desire and probing him with their fingers
among other things?
Shifting
his stance in the shower changing the warm flow. The path now took the water
mostly down Da'jonte's front ending with the water
dripping off his hard nipples. He loaded his sponge with bath lotion and
started slowly caressing himself, lost in the wondrous fantasy.
Da'jonte imagined that two-way mirrors hid fellow members
from his view as they watched him showering. He gently tugged on his hard-soapy
nipples.
He felt their eyes on him. Da'jonte was sure they were naked too and becoming as
aroused as he was. Da'jonte started to lather his
hole. It felt so good as he leaned back into the warm green tile wall. His right
hand was massaging his length as his left hand tugged at his nipples.
One
by one, his fingers started to penetrate him, curling up to Da'jonte's
rose bud. Oh yeah fuck, I love this shit so much!
Da'jonte's thumb joined in
the fun now, as it toyed with his growing cock. His hips started moving in
rhythm with his hand. Da'jonte felt their eyes on him
and he saw them start firing cum as he started to whimper at the approach of his
own orgasm.
The "yes, yes, fuck yes!" Da'jonte yelled out, as he came, was more a response to Raylon's plan, than to his body's own heated pleasure.
As he toweled off and dried his hair, Da'jonte slipped on his red bathrobe. He sat down in front
of his computer and began an exploration of the seductive world of polyamorous
relationships.
The
famous gay clubs around the country sounded kind of unnerving, to him at least.
Reviews he read, described various aged couples, in less than top shape,
engaged in swap play. Some descriptions told of tourists sipping drinks
watching the action unfold, only to leave after an hour with the buzz of booze
and drugs in their systems and crazy stories to tell --or keep secret-- their
friends back home.
The most intriguing scenes, to him, were
those gatherings in private homes by invite. These parties had secret codes,
grooming rules, and specific terms of behavior. Based on Raylon's
magazines, there were two such clubs close by their neighborhood.
Da'jonte had the most vivid dreams of what the polygamous
lifestyle was like that night. First thing in the morning, he called Raylon and told him to meet him for pizza at their favorite
restaurant.
"Yo Ray," Da'jonte said looking him straight in the eyes over the napkin
dispenser at their table, "is this something you really want to do?"
"Only with you by my side D," Raylon earnestly said. "I think it could really bring us closer."
"If it doesn't screw us up," Da'jonte hastily interjected. "Wouldn't you be crazy
jealous watching another guy - or other guys - fucking me in front of you man?"
Raylon grabbed his hand
under the table and rubbed it over Da'jonte's hard
cock. "Does this tell you how I would feel dude?" He added, "How'd you feel
seeing it slide into another guy's ass?"
Da'jonte took his hand and slowly slid it up his jeans,
along his thigh, and against his cock. Da'jonte felt
his fingers explore him. He knows Raylon felt as wet
and swollen he was.
"You aren't wearing boxers D," he grinned. "We
both totally feel the same about this, right?" he laughed.
He showed Raylon
the ad and told him to e-mail them for an interview. He quickly texted a
response to the ad.
"What if you pass the test and I
don't?" Da'jonte asked.
"Da'jonte, you're
6'9" and 128 pounds of pure black hotness. Goddamn, how could you say that? Sexy
curly hair, brown eyes, and the most awesome package I've ever on a brother," Raylon starred with pure lust at him and added, "Bro, you're
the wet dream of half the school."
"When the girls and horn dogs are there,
get a look at your hard body and honey eyes," Da'jonte
responded adding, "they'll cum before you can even get out your eight-inch stud
stick!"
They laughed and agreed they'd both pass
the test. But what are they gonna ask? Bzzzz, Raylon's phone
alerted him he had a text message. He looked up and said, "Tomorrow night at the
school gym. We gotta ask for the Akia
party."
Da'jonte wore his favorite
black shirt that gave his torso a little sexy reveal for a change, a black NY
Baseball cap, black socks, and his favorite black high-top sneakers. Raylon insisted he wear a little 15MM Gold Finish Iced
Miami Cuban choker he gave him for his 15th birthday too.
Raylon wore his favorite
red varsity jersey with blue jeans and looked dope as they walked into the gym,
arm in arm. "Where's the Akia party?" Raylon asked the buff dude guarding the gym entrance.
"You bros got spunk," the muscled balding dark-skinned
man said, "right this way."
As they introduced themselves and met Ukeme Webb and Eddie Paxton (an attractive couple, perhaps a
year their junior but looking no less naive.) They ordered drinks and exchanged
the usual chitchat.
After Da'jonte
and Raylon placed their orders and had another drink,
Ukeme asked, "what made you to answer our ad guys?" he
said in a thick yet alluring African accent.
They both started to speak, but Raylon deferred to Da'jonte,
"This is something we both have been into for a while now. For me, longer than
that – since freshman year actually."
Ukeme leaned forward to
them both and whispered, "This isn't something that should be done for a fling,
or to save a relationship. You think about what could happen?"
"We think so," they both responded.
Over a neatly rolled blunt, Ukeme and Eddie both explained a few things that they
needed to know as potential members. Their club had approximately 11 couples
and rarely any singles attended. The monthly meetings always took place in one
of the members' homes or at a discreet club's vacant room where a few suites
would be held for the members to use during the evening.
"Evening wear's a plus," Ukeme went on, "at least at the beginning of the evening."
He chuckled and licked his lips.
There were occasional theme nights,
requiring different dress and actions. They frequently stressed to us that "no"
meant NO and they were never do anything they felt uncomfortable doing,
even if they'd started something and then changed their minds.
"I gotta tell
you, that if you do decide to join us," whispered Eddie, "that the two of you
pick a safe word to use if you feel freaked out. Both of you can look
out for one another that way."
"Our next get together is our annual Bros
Fantasy Night." Ukeme explained, "All the guys have
told their ultimate fantasy to the Board's Planner, that's me. Two guy members'
names will be drawn at the start of the evening and those fantasies are
fulfilled that same night."
"Would you tell us your biggest sexual
fantasy Da'jonte?" asked Eddie.
He wanted to show them they were serious
about joining and Da'jonte was open and fearless. "My
ultimate sexual fantasy," Da'jonte began tingling,
"is to be blindfolded, undressed, and led around by the hand in front of
others. Then tied down on a bed to then be examined, touched, probed, and full
on fucked by the gang."
The only one that seemed to be at all
shocked was Raylon. The other two boys smiled and
added, "That my brother, would be an amazing fantasy to fulfill if you won."
Over beer, they exchanged a few questions and
answers about the lifestyle. Ending with Ukeme
giving us his card, saying, "We've a club Board meeting next week and
will make a decision on your application. We want you both, in the
meantime, to talk this over between yourselves honestly. If you've any second
thoughts, please call me at my number."
They all hugged and kissed as they left
before security rolled in, and for the first time since they'd met them, Da'jonte felt both of them undressing him with their eyes
and imaging what his body looked like naked.
Over the next few days, as they talked
about this, they never once expressed to each other any doubts. In fact, after
discussing this and imagining all the pitfalls this could involve, they ended
the talks with the most intense fucking sessions they'd ever experienced.
A few days later, they received the call
from Ukeme. They were in!
"Boys Fantasy Night," Raylon stated as he zipped up the front of Da'jonte's light weight black jacket, "Would you really go
through with your fantasy if your name gets picked?"
"Totally Bro," Da'jonte
said as he looked at Raylon for any hint of nervousness,
"No is a word I don't plan on using for the next few hours. You should
know me by now Ray when I'm in – fuck it I'm all in!"
They talked about how excited they were on
the drive to the Akia crew's crib on the east side of
the city. Several times they almost had to get off the bus because they were so
horny, but they willed their way to push on.
"I think we'll use a club when we host the
club D," Raylon said as they walked into the driveway
of the Akia's club.
"Good call, Ray," Da'jonte
stated as his eyes took it all in. "This is what I called a CLUB."
As they walked past a Ferrari, a Mercedes,
and a Limo, Raylon said, "Is that last year's model?"
Da'jonte was glad they'd
at least weren't seen as they got off the bus.
They were greeted at the door by their new
friends who immediately began to introduce them to the other club members.
Everyone they met were in their mid-teens through twenties. They were all cool,
charming, and attractive people. This is exactly what Da'jonte
had pictured in his fantasy.
After a quick tour through the club with Eddie
as their guide, they returned to the room Eddie described as the Paradise
Hall. They were served red wine and when Ukeme
clinked his glass, the room went silent.
"Good evening my Bros," Ukeme began, "I think you've all had the chance to meet our
newest members, Da'jonte and Raylon.
Let's toast their joining our little group and `Welcome Da'jonte
and Raylon to a no holds bar life, to a life with less
shit!'
Shouts of "welcome", "Bros!", "new blood"
filled the hall along with applause and many members taking the opportunity to
kiss and hug the boys again. One handsome light skin boy, Da'jonte
remembered as Rory, whispered in his ear as he hugged and kissed him, "Can I be
your first babe?"
"Excuse me my guys," Ukeme
said, clearing his throat bringing silence to the room again, "Boys Fantasy
Night."
A masked tuxedo-wearing butler was
produced by Eddie, who flipped open the top, allowing Ukeme
to pull out a card. "Da'jonte Brooks," he shouted out
to the assembled crowd.
The teen's heart nearly stopped. His heart
began to race as Da'jonte felt his face flush with stirring
excitement.
"Remember Gina, our safe word D," Raylon whispered in his friend's ear as Ukeme
approached pulling a violet blindfold from his pocket.
Da'jonte felt Raylon's hand slip from his as he felt the silky velvet
begin to envelop his face and cover his eyes, bringing total darkness to the hot
room.
He heard quiet indistinct conversations
all around him. Da'jonte felt hands, many hands,
starting to touch him. Feeling over his face, shoulders, even his legs - some
people had to be on their knees around him.
Da'jonte felt hands gently
sliding up and down his legs, he felt hands inside his jeans feeling his ass,
and he felt gentle hands feeling on his hair and bare neck. "Oh shit," Da'jonte said, or thought - he wasn't sure which at this
point, "this is way better than I ever dreamed."
He felt his jeans loosen, the zipper
sliding down, and the legs pulled away. Da'jonte felt
someone sliding off his shoes. He was standing in front of all these people
wearing only his black cotton boxers, socks, and prized choker. He heard numerous
people commenting about his body but found it hard to understand what they were
saying.
So many hands caressing his chest and
tugging on his rock-hard nipples, that Da'jonte lost
track of numbers and sense of time. He felt fingers sliding between his ass
cheeks and sliding gently around his cock as his heart raced and the teen
gasped for air.
Da'jonte felt his socks slowing being slid off, as someone
was tying his hands together with a soft rope of some sort. Tongues started to
replace most of the hands. Licking him everywhere possible, lapping his nipples,
playing in his ears, licking his inner thighs.
Da'jonte felt hands
reaching into his boxers, gently pulling it down his legs and off. Except for his
precious jeweled choker, he was naked in front of dozens of strangers. He's
never been so aroused.
Suddenly
he felt someone's hands reach around his waist and their face pressed into Da'jonte's ass as their tongue began to spread his lips
apart. The hands, the feeling of their body, this was a dude. A dude spreading his
lips apart, probing the boy with his tongue. Da'jonte
didn't have time to even think about this, to enjoy this.
So many deepening sensations were coming
at Da'jonte, private parts in many mouths, tongues in
his ass, and tongues probing his mouth. He was about to go into full sensory
overload when it all ceased. He felt the rope tighten and Da'jonte
was led slowly through the crowd.
The crowd was all around him, grabbing
feels, as they followed him. Da'jonte felt the
company enter a different room. He was guided to a bed and helped up on to it
on placed on his back. His hands untied and then each tied to a side of the bed.
Da'jonte felt his legs and
feet helped up by many hands as his feet were placed in slings and tied in
place with the same soft rope. He was spread wide open, his ass swollen, wet
and totally unprotected for the taking.
The ceaseless kisses, hands, and tongues
all started feeling him up again. Da'jonte felt bare
torsos sliding over him, rubbing him, sometimes nipple to nipple, and sliding
down his body as fingers probed deeper into his open butt.
Da'jonte felt a penis on him everywhere. One in each hand
(sometimes two) and one in his mouth (sometimes two.) Tongues in his ears. At
some point he remembered he heard Raylon whisper in
one ear. "God D, you look so fucking hot Bro."
Quickly he was replaced, and a voice
whispered, "The first cock you'll feel inside your ass will be mine babe." He
recognized Rory's voice.
Within seconds Da'jonte
felt a cock rubbing at his entrance, slowly probing him and finding no hint of
resistance, only a warm silky path to Heaven. Rory entered him and Da'jonte heard cheers all around him.
Somehow, despite all the other things
going on, Da'jonte was able to concentrate on feeling
this new cock fucking him. As Rory slowly entered him, pushing in deeper and
deeper he suddenly stopped buried deep inside the bound boy. Da'jonte could feel his heavy balls against his own ass.
Then Rory slowly withdrew his cock until the initiate felt his mushroom cock
head against his very lips. He held it there not moving until Da'jonte screamed for him to shove it back in.
Rory fucked him so restlessly slow at first,
Da'jonte was beside himself in anticipation. Mercifully,
he slowly picked up the pace with each deep stroke into Da'jonte's
needy ass. Da'jonte felt his ass squeezing Rory
inside him, trying to hold the mocha-skinned hottie there giving him more
satisfaction.
Da'jonte so wanted to feel
his cock as Rory fucked him but was unable to reach for it with his hands tied
and full of other guys cocks. Then someone, who Da'jonte
would soak with love today, reached down and knew just how to treat his
throbbing black meat.
Da'jonte was screaming out
in cries muffled by the cock in his mouth as his hips rose to meet the guy's
every thrust deep into the boy's essence. Da'jonte
felt the incoming wave of an orgasm sweeping over his body that he'd ever
experienced. Da'jonte felt the guy's cum splashing
inside him and more cum splashing him in various other places.
The
boy was gasping for air.
"Next it will be my dick," someone
whispered in his ear. All the while, Da'jonte
continued to masturbate cocks and sucked them the best he could, as wave after
wave thundered across him in orgasmic bliss.
Da'jonte continued to feel balls and cocks rubbing on him
as Da'jonte felt cum spraying sporadically from every
angle.
He lost count after three minutes of the
voices whispering, "it's me next" in his ear.
Da'jonte remembered finally catching his breath and
realizing most of the members had left the room. He felt hands gently untying him
plus his feet. Steamy moist towels cleaning the cum off his body.
Then Da'jonte
felt the blindfold lovingly being removed and seeing Eddie's face. He looked
like an African prince, wearing only an open sheer light crimson robe.
"Was this everything you'd imagined man?" he
asked.
"Bro, words can't describe how much better
than the fantasy it is. Tell me you got a lifetime membership?" Da'jonte laughed.
The sixteen-year-old helped him off the bed
and told Da'jonte, "Ukeme's
about to draw the second name for Boys Fantasy Night. Are you ready to join us
in Paradise Hall? I've another robe you can borrow if you like D."
"No, thanks though Eds," Da'jonte smiled wickedly, "I'm game for whatever you got."