Black Boy's Sexual Awakening Part 9
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I decided to lay low for a while after what went down with the marathon of sex I had with Ricky, Eddie, and Black all in one day. My ass was sore for several days, still feeling extremely sensitive and achy. That was probably due to the rough pounding it took from Eddie's monster pipe, the head coated in cocaine. I had experienced such a range of emotions, from exquisite pleasure and sexual satisfaction unlike anything I had felt before with Black, to the agony of getting abruptly pillaged by Eddie, and the gentle tenderness and caring of Black. Then there were the thoughts that Black might have been responsible for Eddie's barber shop being burned to the ground, possible to destroy the video of my nasty romp with Leon that was in the shop's office. However, I couldn't deny or suppress the attraction I felt for Black, who had in one night shown me a totally new and unexpected way of achieving incredible satisfaction.
As always, my mind was consumed everyday with thoughts and fantasies of sex, of taking dicks into my mouth and ass. I found myself getting aroused at the mere sight of a hot and sexy dude, imagining what it would be like to have him. That led to my jacking off in restrooms at school in between classes, and then numerous times once I got home, blowing wads of cum as I watched pornos in my bedroom. That was okay for a while, but it became increasingly clear that it was not enough to satisfy the burning urges I felt. Several mornings I woke up to find my underwear full of cum caused by wet dreams of getting dick from hot dudes. My racing hormones and desires only continued to rage on, demanding to be met and fed, but I was more cautious now, not wanting to find myself caught up in any more situations like getting videotaped in the act or winding up in another volatile situation like Eddie and Black's squabble.
I had gotten home one day after school, anxiously heading to my bedroom to take care of the hard-on that had developed at the end of the day in gym, thanks to all the naked and sweaty bodies in the locker room. I stripped out of my shorts and boxers and was just about to jack my achingly stiff dick when, I heard the doorbell ring. My stepfather, Carl, was home, out in his shed in the backyard, where he would work on various projects during his time off from his job with the railroad. Since he couldn't hear the knocking, I reluctantly put my put my shorts back on, not bothering with the boxers, and went to answer the door.
I wondered who it could be, thinking it must be someone for Carl. I went to the door and looked through the peephole, and to my surprise, I saw Black's sexy face on the other side. I quickly opened the door and stepped outside.
"Hey kid," Black said, smiling at me. The sight of him in his fitted white t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and stomach, and jeans he was wearing with an obvious bulge in the front, immediately aroused me. He was holding a brown paper bag in one hand. "How you been doing?"
"Alright," I answered nervously, caught off guard by Black's sudden and unannounced visit. I walked outside and closed the front door behind me.
"I need to holla at you for a few minutes, and maybe get you to help me out with something," Black said as he looked me up and down. "Can a nigga come inside?"
I shook my head. "My stepdad is home," I answered.
"Damn," Black said in disappointment. "Well, how about you taking a ride with me around the corner? Just for a few minutes."
Looking at Black's hot body and remembering the way he had turned me out the other night, I wasn't about to tell Black no, as I was already anxious for the chance to service him and his delicious dick again. "Okay."
I followed Black to his old pickup truck, which was parked at the end of our driveway. As I climbed in on the passenger side, my anticipation of what was going to happen filled my mind. Black got in, put the brown paper bag on the floor of the truck, then started the truck's loud engine, and backed out of the driveway. As we pulled away from my house, I noticed that Danny Santos, a cop who lived two houses down from me, was in his driveway washing his car, and was watching Black and me as we passed by him.
"You know that motherfucker?" Black asked, looking over at Danny as we drove past his house.
"Yeah," I answered. "That's Danny. He lives there."
"Ain't that some shit," Black said. "That son-of-a-bitch pig pulled me over last year and got mad when he couldn't find nothing on me or in my truck. Always out to try and bust a nigga. Fuck him."
I didn't really know Bobby well, only having limited interaction with him. He always came off as cocky and somewhat arrogant, and was friendly with Carl, who he occasionally shared a beer with, so I pretty much avoided him. I had overheard my mother gossiping about how he and his wife had recently separated after she discovered he was having an affair with her best friend, at which point she moved out of their home with their young daughter, and now the house was up for sale.
As Black drove away from my neighborhood, I wondered where he was taking me. I was somewhat nervous being in his presence because of what happened with him and Eddie and the burning of The Cutting Edge, and the anger he was expressing for Danny over more possible criminal activity was unnerving.
"Yo, I brought you something," Black said suddenly, his tone and demeanor changing from angry to a bright and flirtatious. "It's in that bag. Open it up."
I picked the bag up and opened it and was surprised when I saw what was inside: my jockstrap that I had been wearing the night Eddie and Black had their way with me. Pulling it out of the bag, I could see that the jockstrap still had all of my dried cum that had shot out of my dick when Eddie fucked me the first time before Black pulled it off when he showed me a more passionate way of submitting to a dude.
"I guess so much was going on, and you were all fucked up, that you forgot about it," Black said. "I found it once I got back home, and guess what I did?"
"What?" I asked.
"It made me think about you sucking my dick, and me getting all up in dat pretty ass, and I ended up jacking my shit and busting a nut, wanting to get with you again for some more of that shit." He reached over, took my hand and placed it on his crotch.
"You feel how hard my shit is?" he asked. "It gets like that every time I think about how good it felt in yo mouth and hot booty. How yo shit made me cum all them times the other night. I been wanting to see yo fine ass again ever since then. I ain't neva had no ass as tight and hot as you. I wanna make you all mine. You like how I did you that night? How I made yo ass cum like a pussy with my dick all up in it?"
"Hell yeah," I answered as I felt Black's dick expanding in his pants. "That shit blew my mind!"
Black laughed. "And made you blow a couple of loads too, huh? Yo, I'm sorry for what went down between me and Eddie. I didn't mean to scare you, and I want you to know I don't usually do shit like that. But I got mad as hell with that nigga doing you like he did and taking that coke that his ass knew was for somebody else to buy. He already owed me three hundred dollars for coke he hadn't paid for. He was fucking with you and my money, so I had to let him know what was up. You too young and cute to be getting treated like that. Now you ain't gotta worry about his punk ass or that video, and I promise I only wanna treat you how you should be treated. The only reason I have my gun is for protection, cause when you slangin' yo gotta stay strapped. I wasn't about to sit back and let Eddie keep banging you like he was. I heard you begging him to stop, but he was fucked up off da coke. I ain't gonna let nobody hurt you baby." He reached over and put his hand on my leg, caressing it as he drove the truck onto a road that ran through a dense, wooded area. "I got you baby."
I relaxed, any thoughts of Black being possibly dangerous and threatening pushed completely out of my mind. Black turned off the main road onto a smaller dirt path and parked the truck once in a wooded secluded area. He turned off the engine and looked me straight in my eyes. There was something magnetic about Black that made him even more attractive to me. The brooding intensity of his eyes and demeanor, masculine and hard exterior, but gentle and protective approach towards me.
"Eddie done brought some hoes and nasty tricks over to my spot," he said, "but you wasn't like them. You was hot and horny fo sho, but nice and fresh, not anything like that nigga described you. How in the hell you know how to do all that shit like such a pro with a nigga at yo age?"
I shrugged. "I guess it just comes naturally. I've only been with a few dudes. At first all I wanted was to suck my best friend, but he ended up giving me his dick up my ass."
"No shit?" Black exclaimed. "Did it hurt when he put his dick in you?"
"Kinda, but I got used to it and started liking it. I'd already made him bust sucking him, and then he decided he wanted my ass too. It felt good, and we both ended up busting nuts when he fucked me."
"Damn!" Black sighed, and I felt his pole harden even more. "You a hot piece of work, you know dat? I bet you got niggas trying to get at you left and right, huh?"
"I only been with a few," I revealed. "I just started messing around a month or so ago."
"So, what happened with you and Leon? I heard he was a freak too but didn't know he got down like that. Eddie told me he was fucking a bitch in his office, doing some rea kinky shit that got recorded on the camera Eddie hid. Did you like what Leon did to you or did he make you do it?"
I felt that I could be honest with Black, who seemed to be sympathetic and caring towards me. Plus, opening up to him about my past encounters turned me on, reliving all the hot sexual memories making my arousal grow. "He had been checking me out for a while, "I revealed. "I ended up getting to the shop one day at closing time, and it was just him and me. I had a feeling that he into me, and I was horny as hell, so no, he didn't make me do anything. I wanted it. We only did it that one time though. The next time I went to the shop was when Eddie showed me the video and told me he that he wanted some too."
"That's why yo shit is so fresh and tight," Black said, leaning over and kissing me. "Why don't you show me how much you like dis dick of mine with dat pretty mouth of yours."
Black unzipped his pants and pulled his hard manhood out. On cue, I scooted over and dropped my head to his crotch, teasingly licking the swollen head of Black's dick, my tongue sliding slowly around it. The taste of the precum seeping out was warm and milky, quite delicious to a dick-lover like me. Feeling in my element, I wasted no time in taking the head and then a few inches into my mouth, delicately beginning to go to work doing what I had quickly grown to do so well.
"Damn, baby!" Black sighed, rubbing the top of my head with one hand, while reaching down into the back of my shorts to fondle my ass. "You really know how to suck a dick like nobody's business!"
Hearing Black's approval emboldened me to pause, take a deep breath, and then begin to ease my mouth down the shaft, my tongue expertly rolling around it, making him moan loudly. I didn't stop until I had swallowed the entire length, the head sliding towards my throat, my face tickled by his coarse black pubes, the intoxicatingly musky scent of his crotch filling my nostrils, his cum-heavy balls bouncing on my chin. Once again, a switch had been flipped inside of me, an urgent and burning desire to service the dick in my mouth and its owner, to bring him the ultimate sexual delight as only I could. I began to hungrily devour Black's pipe, sucking with an intense urgency, feeling his seed rising from his balls.
"You going hard as a motherfucker on my dick!" Black hollered. "You really know how to do dat shit fo real! You gonna make me bust my nut doing dat shit! Is that you want? For me to cum all in yo pretty little mouth?"
I stopped with his dick lodged deep inside my mouth, turned my head, stared up into his eyes, and nodded.
"Fuck, baby! You don't know how fucking hot you look with all my dick in yo mouth like dat! You a fucking hot little freak! Go ahead and make me cum!"
That was all I needed to hear. I promptly went right back to sucking and tongue-rolling, but with even more intensity than before. I allowed the head to go as far as possible down my throat, then clamped my lips down tightly around the shaft, sucking urgently with my personal technique that set me apart from any other head-giver. That in turn pushed Black over the edge.
"Holy shit!" he yelled, pivoting his crotch upwards as his dick neared eruption. At the same time, with the hand that was fondling my ass, he slid a finger inside, which made me yelp, just as a wave of his hot cum blew out of his dick. As my throat was flooded by the deluge of thick semen, I gagged momentarily, but didn't stop sucking. Black pulled his still shooting pole out of my throat, filling my mouth with his seed, as he kept fingering my hole. His ejaculation, along with the finger sent me into my own climax, made my ass begin to twitch fervently, sending shockwaves throughout my body. Black really knew just what to do to my body to make me cum in ways I never could have imagined, hitting the right spots and working me into fits of incredible ecstasy. As my ass spazzed around his finger, I greedily swallowed his seed until the dick stopped shooting, all the while wailing in a fit heightened eroticism. I kept rolling my tongue around his pole for several more moments, then pulled my mouth off it, and licked the enflamed head, which I knew would drive Black crazy.
"You like that?" I cloyingly asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"Hell yeah!" Black excitedly answered. "Fo sho! That was off da muthafuckin' chain baby! The way you work dat mouth and tongue is something else! That was just what a nigga needed!"
Even though I was only too happy to have made Black bust with my mouth, I now was in total lusty overdrive, all the pent-up desires ready to be fully unleashed. "You gonna put it in me like you did before?" I asked, holding his still stiff prick in my hand.
"Baby, I ain't about to do dat to you in this truck," he answered. "You too damn hot and good for dat. Plus, I gotta take you back home so I can go handle some business. I promise that I'll get with you soon though, okay?" He kissed me, tasting his own cum on my lips.
That wasn't something I wanted to hear, especially considering how horny I was, the intense and burning urges back to the levels they had been at when went in search of Leon at the shop, which led to my getting royally screwed by Eddie and Black, the height of sexual satisfaction. I was disappointed and frustrated to say the least. When Black gently pushed me off his crotch and put his dick back into his jeans, I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to get to feel it in my ass. I enjoyed giving him head and getting rewarded with him flooding my mouth with his delicious cum, but the dick-slut in me desperately wanted more. Black started the truck's engine and proceeded to drive the mile or so back to my neighborhood, all the time rubbing my dick in my shorts.
"You know you a firecracker, don't you?" he remarked. "You something special. I want you to give me yo number so I can be getting in touch with you. I'm fo sho gonna hit you up so we can have us another good time, but I'll have time to really show you how you need to be treated. You down with dat?"
"Hell yeah," I answered, his touching me making me wiggle around on the seat of the truck. "I want it bad, Black."
"Don't worry," he said, "I most definitely gonna make dat shit happen!"
When he turned onto my street, I looked up and saw that my mother's car was parked in our driveway, so quickly told Black to let me out at the end of the block, as I didn't want to take the chance of her seeing me getting out of the truck of an unknown man. Before getting out, I gave Black my cell phone number, and he gave me a hot kiss on my lips that only served to make me hornier.
"I'll holla at ya soon baby," Black promised. "Don't forget yo jockstrap. I want you to wear it the next time I see you."
I took the paper bag and climbed out of the truck, watching as Black drove off. After he was out of sight, I turned around and started walking towards my house, anxious to get inside and jack off in my bedroom to thoughts of Black and his sexy body. As I got closer to my house, I first had to pass by the home of Bobby Santos. The he was still in his driveway, having finished washing his car, and was now drying it off, watching me as I walked on the sidewalk.
"Hey Trey!" he called out to me.
I looked over and paused in my tracks. Bobby was shirtless, his sweaty, wide muscular chest on full display. He was in his late thirties, of Latino descent, tall with tan skin, short dark black hair, and wearing pair of long shorts, and I could see a nice bulge in the front of them. To say that he was hot would be an understatement, and I felt immediate arousal at the sight of his sexy physique, which I had never seen like this up close before. I eased the paper bag in front of me to hide the hard-on in my shorts.
"Hey Bobby," I replied, trying to show how turned on I was by Bobby's hot body.
"Come over here so I can have a little talk with you," Bobby said, a stern look on his face.
Walking slowly over to Bobby, I remembered what Black had said about his interaction with Bobby, and that the cop had seen me riding with him in his truck, I was afraid of what Bobby wanted to talk about.
"So, what you been up to lately?" he asked.
"Nothing much, "I replied, my head down, trying not to look Bobby in his face. "Just school and the usual."
"Oh yeah? I've always thought of you being a good kid, nice and quiet. You've never been in any kind of trouble, don't give your folks any problems. But now I'm a little concerned about you. I saw something that got me wondering that I have been meaning to ask you about."
That confused me. "What was it?" I asked. I could smell a heavy scent of beer on Bobby's breath.
"I had just gotten home after my shift and looked over at saw you getting dropped off by Sean Banks. How do you know him?"
I was silent. Who in the hell is Sean Banks? I wondered for a moment, and then realized that must be Black's real name. I didn't know how to respond to Bobby's question.
"I..." was all I could mumble.
"Trey, he's a known drug dealer. Are you doing drugs?"
"No,' I quickly answered.
"I saw Sean walk up to your front door with that bag you're holding. What's in it?"
A sense of fear filled my mind. "Nothing," I managed to say unconvincingly.
"Let me see for myself!" Bobby snapped and grabbed the bag out of my hand. When he opened it pulled out my cum-stained jockstrap, a stunned look crossed his face. "What the fuck? Who's is this?"
I couldn't say anything. I wanted to just run away but was paralyzed with fear. What was Bobby going to do? What was he thinking? How could I possibly explain my connection to Black, not to mention the soiled jockstrap in the bag?
"It's mine."
"Why did Banks have it?" Bobby asked as he examined it closely. "What have you been doing with him?"
I sheepishly looked at him, and saw a bewilderment mixed with what seemed like disapproval. For a few moments we both just stood there staring at one another. Finally, Bobby broke the silence.
"Come inside so you can explain this shit," Bobby barked in an authoritative tone. "Then I'll decide what to do with you."
Bobby's order scared me even more. I didn't know which was worse in his eyes, him thinking I was on drugs, or suspecting what really was up between Black and me. As far as I knew Bobby was the epitome of straight, a hyper-masculine and macho cop with a reputation as a real lady's man about town. Of course, due to his sexy good looks he was someone I admired from afar, but I never had considered anything besides black guys, so Bobby was off my radar.
However, as he led me inside the house the bachelor lived in all by himself, I felt his intense gaze on me. It dawned on me that perhaps Bobby might want to do more than interrogate me in a legal manner. I followed him down into the basement, which he had converted into a man cave, with a huge wide screen tv, pool table, a big recliner next to a couch, and futon bed in a corner, the floor covered in thick plush dark carpeting.
"Wait right there," he instructed. "Have a seat and don't move. You better not leave either."
Bobby left me alone in the room, taking the bag containing my jockstrap with him. I sat down on the couch, unsure of what to expect. On one hand Bobby might decide to rat me out to Carl, which I would have a hard time explaining my actions. However, I sensed that Bobby hadn't brought me into his house just to lecture me. If I played this right, not only would Bobby keep quiet about Black and me, but I might just get the chance to get to know him in a more intimate manner. The slut in me was intrigued and ready for the challenge of seducing Bobby, both for personal preservation and sexual pleasure.
A few minutes later, Bobby reappeared, an open bottle of beer in one hand, the paper bag in the other. He took a long gulp of the beer as he stood in the doorway of the man cave, staring coldly at me. As I tried to avoid looking at him, I noticed the bulge in the front of his shorts had grown, his dick now making an imprint that was clearly visible. When I looked up at his face, I saw Bobby licking his lips with lust in his eyes.
"So, I guess it's true," Bobby said.
"What's true?" I asked.
"Carl said he thought you were a little faggot,' Bobby sneered. "The other night, I saw you rubbing your ass all up on Banks, and him kissing you like a little slut. Then he picks you up today and takes you for a ride and brings you back with a jockstrap with cum in the front and on your face."
I was shocked and angered by Bobby's words, realizing he must have spotted some of Black's nut on my face from the blow job I had just given him, and mad that Carl had been telling Bobby the same thing he did with Chris.
"I've seen you every now and then walking around the neighborhood, showing off that ass of yours," Bobby went on. "I began to think you must have some sugar in your tank, and wondered if Carl had gotten some of it, the way he keeps talking about you, but I guess it turns out you been giving it up to that deadbeat drug dealing thug, huh?"
I remained silent, not knowing what to say. I sensed that there was something more underneath the contempt Bobby was expressing for me. I found myself staring at his crotch, seeing that his dick was growing hard in his shorts as he glared at me.
"Well, you ain't got nothing to say for yourself?" he asked menacingly. "Tell me just exactly what you and Banks have been up to? You better say something, or I'll just have to go over and tell Carl and Donna what I saw!"
The thought of Bobby revealing me being with Black sent me into a panic. "He didn't give me any drugs! I just gave him head!" I blurted out.
Bobby laughed and sneered, taking a large gulp of beer. "You been sucking him off? I bet you have with those lips of yours. They look like they're real good for sucking! That what you like? Shit, you must like it. You got cum all on your face like a nasty little slut! Well you know what? This is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna see what you're all about, and if you do what I want and make me happy, I won't say a word, and you won't either. You got it?"
I nodded with a sense of both relief and intrigue. Now this was turning into something more to my liking.
Bobby threw the paper bag onto the couch beside me. "Take off your clothes and put that jockstrap on. I wanna get a good look at that ass you got on you."
Bobby sat down on the futon, his long legs spread wide, and leaned back, beer in hand, staring at me.
I stood up, my back to him, and pulled down my shorts.
"Shit, Trey!" he exclaimed. "You ain't even got on underwear? That's one sexy black ass you got! Looks even better than I thought! You a hot little motherfucker! Go ahead and put that jockstrap on."
I did as Bobby directed, sliding the jockstrap on, my hard prick tightly confined in the front.
"Shake that ass around for me," Bobby demanded. "Make it jiggle and shit!"
I began to put on a private seductive show for him, bending over and moving my ass back and forth, slowly shaking and turning it round and round. I could hear Bobby sighing loudly, which let me know that he was most definitely interest in what I had to offer.
"Damn that shit is hot!" he yelled. "Now come over here so you can suck on this big Cuban cock!"
Bingo! I thought. Something told me I wouldn't have to worry about Bobby saying anything to Carl or my mom, and I was in for an unexpectedly but highly enjoyable new experience...