Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 8
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My head was foggy as hell from all the sex, weed, Hennessey, and the Molly Eddie had given me, not to mention how hot in was in the room, rendering me somewhat confused about where I even was. A snapshot of what had led me to that point played in my mind, ending with a memory of Eddie standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching as Black and I both erupted in titanic climaxes. Looking around the room, only dimly lit by an old lamp on a table, I saw that it was only Black and me. Maybe I had only imagined Eddie spying on Black turning me completely out.
"Yo shit is da bomb baby! You done made a nigga bust two or three nuts all up in you! Are you okay, shorty?"
I was laying on the bed, in and out of consciousness, and disoriented. I could hear Black saying something to me, but was my mind was too foggy understand or reply. I was feeling both aroused yet totally exhausted, having in just the past hour or so having had my ass filled by two big dicks after expertly sucking them both, on top of having given head to my classmate Ricky earlier in the day. I had experienced erotic pleasure I never could have imagined, and now was basking in a deep overglow, delirious, blown away by the fact that I found myself pleased by letting two men have their way with me and the immense satisfaction it brought me. I moaned as Black's hands roamed over me body, the feel of his touch electrifying my already raw nerves.
"You sexy as fuck," he said. "Sexy and wild. Yo pretty booty took all dis dick. You got da kinda ass that make a nigga wanna breed it like a sweet little pussy. I know I had you cumin' hard too. Yo dick was bust mad nut all over you. I ain't neva seen nothing like dis before in my life!"
Black, whose dick was still embedded inside my swollen hole, sensually kissed my face, lips, and neck. All I could do was moan, my body going limp from exhaustion.
"I know you tired baby," he said, rising and pulling his flaccid pipe out of my ass. There was a PLOP sound as the head exited, which sent more shocks through my body, causing it to shake as I whimpered. I could feel some of the heavy load of cum Black had deposited inside of me oozed out my hole. I found freaky satisfaction from it, making me realize how truly slutty I was for getting plowed and marked by the dicks and cum of dudes. I smiled, quite happy with myself and pleased to have made Black cum so much.
"Yo, you get you some rest while I go and take a quick shower," Black said, getting up from the bed. "When I get done, I'll come back and clean you up."
As I lay in heavy trance, I dreamed about the various encounters I had managed to have in just a few short months, starting with the deliberate seduction of Jamal, me only setting out to give him head but ending up in him popping my cherry. The dream was just coming up to my intimate liaison with Black when suddenly I felt my legs being lifted and spread apart, followed by my hole being brutally invaded by what felt like an enormous missile, creating sharp and excruciating pain that spread from my ass all throughout my body. My eyes jolted wide open as I screamed out in agony, and I looked up and saw it none other than Eddie on top of me, a menacing look on his face.
"Yeah, bitch!" he yelled as he viciously rammed his tool inside of my sore hole. "I told you I wasn't finished with you! I'm gonna fuck this pussy real good again, and you gonna take this dick whether you want it or not!"
I tried to scoot back to escape Eddie's assault, but I was too weak from exhaustion, and he had a tight hold on my stretched legs.
"Eddie, please," I managed to get say, "I can't take anymore."
"Bitch, do you think I give a fuck?" You know you ain't nothing but a dick-hungry ho. You done already gave this pussy up to two niggas back to back and you was loving it. I heard you in here with Black like you two were some soft ass bitches cuddling and shit, you letting him take this pussy like you were a little girl. Well now you gonna let me fuck dis pussy again just like a good bitch is supposed to!"
Eddie furiously plowed the full length of his angry pole into my ass, showing no mercy as it tore through me. The plunging caused a weird burning sensation in my hole, and his already huge dick seemed to be even bigger than before. I yelped from the pain, in sheer agony. Eddie was fucking me like a wild animal, and it was hurting like hell.
"Take dis dick you slut!" he yelled. "That's what yo bitch ass want, so I'm giving to you just like you need it. Fuck that gentle shit, yo need to get it hard and rough so you'll know just what you are. A pussy boy bitch!"
"Eddie, it really hurts, "I cried. "Please, man. I can't take anymore."
"So, you want me to stop, huh?"
"Please. You're hurting me bad."
"Oh yeah?" he asked, "You want me to stop?"
"Yeah."
"Okay," he replied and pulled his dick out completely, to my great relief.
He stared down at me, the sinister look on his face scaring me. "You were so ready and willing to take it before. Now you wanna act all innocent and shit? Fuck dat shit!"
Eddie abruptly rammed his rod back into me with even more of a vicious vigor, as if he was trying to intentionally inflict as much pain as possible on me. I screamed as the dick rushed through my battered hole and into my guts.
"Hell, yeah bitch! That's what I'm talking about! I'm gonna fuck dis pussy until I wear yo shit out! And you know why you gonna let me do whatever the fuck I want? Cause if you don't, remember I still got I'm gonna post that video of you doing all the freaky shit with Leon back in my office, and I'll put it all over the internet for everyone to see! That's right, bitch. I got you just where I want you, and I'm gonna own dis motherfuckin' pussy or else everybody in town is gonna know just what a nasty fag slut you really are!"
He attacked my hole mercilessly, ignoring my cries and screams. The pain only increased with each plunge of his relentless dick, and there was an unexplainable feeling in my ass that intensified the brutal fucking I was getting. I wasn't getting the sense of pleasure that I was used to when having my hole filled. Instead, I was distraught and miserable, Eddie's unforgiving pounding leaving me in tears and wishing for it to be over. But he kept on ramming into me, making me scream and yelp.
"Eddie, please," I begged, "please stop man. I'll suck you off. My ass can't take anymore."
"Shut the fuck up!" Eddie angrily yelled, and then flipped me over onto my stomach, pushing my face down into the pillow, which muffled the screaming. He then drove even harder into me.
I didn't know how much more I could take, as Eddie was damn near about to rip my ass the shreds with no sign of letting up. I closed my watery eyes, hoping and wishing Eddie would bust his nut and finally end the agony I was in, but as he continued to ram in and out of me, I began to lose consciousness.
"Eddie, man please. That shit is hurting me!" I cried.
"I don't give a fuck! I can make it hurt even more bitch!"
He pulled completely out, and then rammed the entire thing back in with brutal force. I screamed even louder, the pillow not able to hide the sounds of my cries.
Suddenly there was a sound of a flick being switched, and the room was filled with bright light.
"Eddie, nigga what the fuck you doing?" I heard Black call out from the doorway of the bedroom.
"What the fuck do it look like nigga? I'm getting me some more of this pussy!"
"Sounds like the kid has had enough!" Black snapped. "Get the fuck off of him!"
"Who da fuck are you?" Eddie replied, still moving his dick in and out of my hole, oblivious to the torture I was in. "Captain Save a Ho or some shit?"
"I said to get the fuck off him!" Black demanded.
The next thing I knew, Black forcefully pulled Eddie off me and threw him on the floor. I curled up into a heap on the bed, scared out of my mind and in total shock over what was happening. I looked and saw that Black had apparently showered and gotten dressed in a different pair of long basketball shorts, no shirt, with a large towel around his neck, and was mad as hell.
"Nigga, I know you got into the stash of coke I had in my bedroom!" Black yelled at Eddie, who was still on the floor. "That shit ain't cool! Now you up in here fucking this kid when he telling you to stop. Nigga, you out of fucking line!"
"Nigga, fuck you!" Eddie snapped. "You think I was gonna let you get some of him for free? You took yo sweet time with him, acting like you was on some romantic date and shit, so I helped myself to a little blow until yo ass finished. You must be out yo motherfuckin' mind rushing up on me and shit! I oughta beat yo ass!"
"That ain't gonna happen today!" Black replied and pulled a Glock from the back of his jeans, holding it over Eddie. "Get yo ass up and get the fuck out of here before I pop a cap in you!"
"Wait a minute!" Eddie said, his eyes wide at the sight of a gun pointed at him. "Damn, Black, this shit ain't that fucking serious! That bitch must really got yo ass sprung and shit, you pulling a gun on me like you some kinda gangsta, huh? It's cool. You keep the bitch here then. But you better not ever show yo face around my shop again! I enjoyed the pussy enough myself and bust my nut up in it before you anyway. Yo ass was fucking it with it full of my cum, so yo ass is still second best to me."
"Nigga, you got til the count of five to get yo ass out my house!" Black stated in a cold tone, clearly not playing around with Eddie.
Eddie grinned, grabbed his clothes, and angrily left the bedroom. Black followed him, and I waited a silence, wondering if things were going to get violent between the two men. This was all more than I had bargained for. I heard the front door slam hard, and then the engine of Eddie's car blare, followed by the Impala loudly tearing out of the driveway, tires squealing as it sped off.
A few minutes later, Black walked back into the bedroom, an angry scowl on his handsome face. He was shaking his head in disbelief, the gun still in his hand. He looked over at me and saw the fear and uncertainty on my face.
"It's okay kid, "he said, putting the gun out of sight on top of a dresser. "That nigga out his damn mind. But he's gone now. You alright? I know that motherfucker was hurting you."
"My ass is sore as shit," I admitted, "and it's burning. It still hurts."
Black walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. He picked up something that was on the mattress at the end of the bed. "That son-of-a-bitch!" he said, holding what I saw were some kind of plastic baggies."
"What's that?" I asked in confusion, my head still spinning and, in a haze, but now feeling aa different kind of weird, my heart beating faster.
"That nigga took some of the powder I had to sell someone," Black answered. "He must have snorted some of it, then did some of that freaky ass shit he likes, putting it on the head of his dick. That's why you feel like yo shit is burning. He told me he had done dat shit before."
I struggled to comprehend what Black was telling me, which was difficult due to a foggy haze my mind was in. I felt fear and panic from not only Eddie's surprise banging of my ass, but also witnessing the confrontation between him and Black. What had I gotten myself into?
"Hold on just a minute," Black said, getting up and walking to the door, "I'll be right back. Everything is gonna be alright."
He left the room, and I wondered if I should try and escape the house. However, I was extremely weak, my entire body numb. Plus, where would I go? The house was in an unfamiliar and considerably dangerous part of town.
A few minutes later, Black came back into the room, a plastic pail in one hand, a jar of Vaseline in the other, and a large towel around his neck. He walked over to the bed and placed the pail next to me. I looked over and saw the pail had water and a smaller towel in it. I had no idea of what Black was about to do, but seeing the Vaseline made me think that perhaps he might be getting me ready to take more dick, the thought of which frightened me, as my hold was sore beyond belief, the burning sensation still intense. I guess Black sensed my fear, as he leaned down and kissed me softly on my forehead.
"It's alright, kid," he said. "I promised I wasn't gonna hurt you. Just relax and let me clean you up. I'll make you feel better."
He rung the towel in the pail out and used it to clean cum that had splattered all over my stomach and chest. Then he rinsed the towel off, and next lifted and spread my legs. When he rubbed the entrance to my hole with the towel, I winced and yelped, my body jerking.
"Hold on baby," Black said, taking his time and gently wiping the swollen and highly sensitive ring of my ass, which caused me to moan, feeling both discomfort and, to my surprise, arousal. How was it that I had just been in such agony and distress when being pounded by Eddie, wanting his dick out of me, but now feeling slight urges once again to be used? When he carefully pushed the towel inside my hole, shockwaves rushed through my body, making me moan loudly.
"Oh, Black," I mumbled. "I feel dizzy and shit."
"I'm just cleaning yo booty, trying to get that dope of it," he said. "That shit must have gotten into yo system. You ever done coke before?"
I shook my head. "Only thing I did was weed, and that Molly Eddie gave me earlier."
"That nigga get crazy when he on that shit," Black said in disgust. "He jacked it out of my bedroom."
"You do it?" I asked.
"Naw, kid," Black replied. "I slang it. That, weed, and Molly. This here used to be a trap house. You know what dat is?"
I shook my head, my mind still foggy and disorientated. This was a whole new world I knew nothing about, and trying to comprehend what Black was saying was made even more difficult because of the mental and physical exhaustion, coupled with the alcohol, weed, ecstasy, and now apparently cocaine, which had stimulated my ass , which was pulsating as Black wiped it with the wet towel.
"Damn, baby," he exclaimed. "Yo booty still tight and clapping! You hot as fuck!"
I was entering another delirious state, my head spinning. Black finished cleaning my ass and threw the towel back into the pail. He sat down next to me on the bed, sensually rubbing my body all over, drying me off with the big towel. The feel of his touch sent sparks throughout my body, easing the fear that had filled my mind from what had just happened with Eddie.
"Yeah, boy, you pretty as hell. I could make love to you all night long, but yo booty needs a break. That nigga Eddie did a real number on you, and I don't wanna take no chance in hurting you. I'm sorry I left you in here alone for him to do that fucked up shit." He finished drying me off, then kissed me again, which relaxed me even more.
My head was still foggy, my heartrate racing. Black's massaging and kissing made me relax, slowing falling into a subdued and loose state.
"Yo, how old are you really?" he asked as he kissed my neck, his hands roaming all up and down my body.
"Fifteen," I mumbled, enjoying his touching.
"Damn boy!" Black exclaimed. "I didn't know you was dat young! You handle a dick like a fucking pro! That mouth and sexy booty is a shit! Yo shit feel so fucking good! You really like getting dick, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"So, who you stay with?"
"My mom and stepdad."
"They know about you?"
I shook my head.
"Where do they think you at right now?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "They probably think I'm at a friend's or at home."
"Where are they?"
"They both are at work. They won't be home until tomorrow."
"So, I guess that means you can stay here awhile before you have to be home, huh?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Guess so," I replied, the thought of spending more time with Black enticing. I was feeling much more at ease, and I knew that even though Black was apprehensive about giving me more dick up my ass, there was still a way for me to feel it in another opening. Something came over me, an urgent need for more of Black's dick.
I slipped my hand down Black's shorts, finding that he didn't have on any underwear, and grabbed hold of his manhood. It instantly began to inflate in my hand, growing rock hard in seconds. I looked up at him and smiled, licking my lips.
"Damn boy," Black sighed. "I told you yo booty don't need my dick up in it."
"You didn't say anything about my mouth," I replied, regaining the ability to speak coherently thanks to the carnal urge rising in me. I pulled Black's dick out of his shorts, leaned over, and licked the tip, taking delight in tasting the precum oozing from it. I wasted no time in taking the stiff pole between my lips, staring up at Black with my mouth full of his dick.
"You so fucking hot!" he exclaimed through clenched teeth, staring down at me in amazement. "You look so damn hot and freaky! Got damn you can suck the hell of a dick!"
Having his rod in my mouth and hearing how much Black was enjoying it only served to heighten the lustful desires of me. I swallowed the full length until the head slid into my throat, with my face buried in his pubes. Black moaned loudly, his head rolling as I allowed his pole rest in the confines of my mouth and throat. I then performed a trick I learned really set my oral apart from others: I made my throat tighten around his dick, a grip that was guaranteed to give the prick's owner a feeling intense enough to blow a load.
"Fuck!" Black yelled, grabbing my head with both hands, trying to pull me up in order to stop what I knew was about to happen, but I wouldn't stop, applying more suction and gripping of the throbbing dick. "You bout to make me bust!"
I brazenly went about sucking in a wild frenzy, my lusty desire in overdrive. Moments later, he hips began to buck as cum erupted from his dick, spewing down my throat in long gushes. He let out a roar as I gagged on the copious stream of semen first rushed down my throat into my stomach, then as Black pulled the still ejaculating prick back, the nut filled my greedy mouth, before the final strands splattered on my lips and face.
"Damn, baby!" Black exclaimed as his dick shot one last squirt of warm cum. "I can't believe how you be demolishing a dick! You do shit I ain't never felt before! Still making my shit cum even after the way that nigga Eddie did that fucked up shit to you! You a damn super freak!"
The glow I was feeling from having brought Black to yet another spectacular nut busting evaporated as I suddenly remembered what Eddie had told me as he pounded my hole about the video. In a panic, I pulled away from Black, as anxiety filled my mind.
"What's wrong?" Black asked, seeing that my mood had changed. "You alright?"
"No," I replied, fear gripping me. "I gotta get to Eddie."
"What for? I though you and me was having a good time."
"You don't understand," I said. "He told me that if I didn't let him fuck me again, he was gonna put the video of me and Leon on the internet so everyone could see us fucking in his office!"
"He said what?" Black asked angrily. "That shit is fucked up! Nigga gotta threaten you for some ass? Fuck dat! I ain't gonna let him do that to you!" Black pulled me back into his arms, holding me against his rock-hard chest.
"But Eddie was mad as hell when he left out of here. He's probably gonna do it, and everyone will see Leon fucking me. Everyone!" I cried, imagining the entire town knowing that I had let Leon use me like a slut, and that I enjoyed every second of it.
"Don't worry," Black reassured me as he kissed the top of my head. "Let me wipe all this cum off you and then you put yo clothes on. I gotta move some stuff around, so I'll take you home. Then I'll handle the situation with dat nigga Eddie. I promise that ain't nobody gonna see dat video, okay?"
Black got up from the bed. "Let me make a couple of calls while you get dressed and then we'll go."
Black left me alone in the room, and his words, along with the sensual way he massaged my body and gentle yet assertiveness of how he treated me, made me feel that I could trust him. I didn't know how he was going to do what he said about the video, but he probably was my best, and only, hope. I was too exhausted, both mentally and physically, to even being to think about what he might do. I simply mustered up the energy to get out of the bed and put my shirt, shorts, and sneakers back on. Black slipped on a t-shirt and glanced over at me, getting a good look and licking his lips.
Black smiled and kissed me on my lips. "You so damn fine," he said. "I ain't gonna ever forget you baby, and ain't Eddie or nobody else gonna fuck with you. Bet on dat!"
Nodded, following Black through the dark house and outside, where we got into the old blue pickup truck in the driveway. Black cranked up the loud motor and soon we were on our way. He asked where I lived, and I told him on the north side of town in a neighborhood call Ruxton Forest, which comprised nice middle and upper middle-class homes, a couple of blocks away from The Cutting Edge. That impressed Black, who pointed out that it was a upscale place than what he was used to.
"Where yo folks work to be able to afford a place over there?" he asked.
"My mom is a nurse at the hospital, and my stepdad works on the railroad," I slurred.
"You be messing around with him?"
"Hell no," I replied. "He's an asshole. Always on my case and shit." My mind went back to when Chris revealed to me that Carl told him he thought I was gay, which pissed me off just thinking about it.
"I bet a lot of niggas probably be trying to get some of yo pretty ass, huh? But don't let'em. Keep yo shit nice and tight."
As he drove down the highway, Black reached over and rubbed my prick through the thin shorts I was wearing, and I found myself slipping into another haze brought on by him fondling and all the sexual events of the previous hours. I whimpered and moaned, in unbelievable heat. My dick, which had already shot several loads, stiffened slightly, but I was too tired to get fully aroused. Just the feel of Black's hand was enough to satisfy me, his touch electric. I was in heaven, all thanks to the sexy man who had done such unexpected things to me. By the time we pulled up in front of my house, the front of my shorts had gotten wet from pre-cum seeping out of my dick thanks to Black's rubbing. He once again had managed to get me going again.
"You wanna come inside?" I asked, hoping I could take advantage of having the house to myself to entice Black into playing some more.
"Naw, kid," he replied. "You really know how to get a nigga hot and shit, but I gotta take care of some stuff. Thanks for giving me some of yo sweet ass tho. That shit was da bomb and you know it. I'll be looking out for you. Don't be giving dat sexy ass to any of these other niggas, ya hear?"
I was disappointed but figured I had had plenty of dick for one day. I nodded, and he gave me one final kiss goodbye, which was long and deep, our tongues dancing around one another.
"Damn you so hot!" he exclaimed. "Let me help you get to the door, cause you all groggy and shit."
He got out of the truck and came over to the passenger side, helping me to get out and holding putting his arm around my waist. I leaned on him as I stumbled to the front door, digging in the pocket of my shorts for the key, and ended up dropping it on the ground. I bent down to try and retrieve it, but ended up falling backwards, my backside landing right on Black's crotch. Instinctively, my ass immediately began gyrating on his dick.
"You trynna get something started, huh?" Black laughed, licking the back of my neck while helping me regain my footing. "But I gotta get my ass out of here.
Black picked the key up, unlocked the door, and led me inside.
"Damn, this a nice place," he observed as I guided him to my bedroom on the other side of the house. Once inside, Black got me over to my bed, which I promptly collapsed on the bed, the toll of the day finally catching up with me. "You been real good, baby," he said, leaning down to give me a final kiss on my lips. "I'm gonna see you soon, okay?"
"Thank you Black," I mumbled as I drifted off into much-needed sleep.
I slept soundly into the next afternoon, totally wiped out from all the lurid activities of the previous day. It was a good thing that my mom didn't get home until the late afternoon, when I finally woke up, took a shower, and then made my way downstairs to the den, where she was sitting watching tv.
"Hey Trey," she greeted me.
"Hey mom," I replied, hoping I didn't sound or look high and that it wasn't apparent that I had been engaging in highly carnal activities.
"Did you hear about that barber shop you go to?" she asked.
My mind immediately filled with fear. Was she talking about the video of Leon and me?
"What about it?" I asked, afraid of what she was going to say. I tried to avoid looking at her.
"It burned down last night," she revealed. "Completely to the ground."
"What?" I replied in shock. "How?"
My mom shrugged. "The police think it was arson. Just terrible. I wonder who could have done it?"
I turned away so she couldn't see my face. Had Black been the one to take such drastic measures to protect me?