BLACKMALE (PART 18) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL) BY: MOORE
Chapter 18
DALEY HIGH SCHOOL won the coin toss and elected to receive. Coach Stan Johnson gave his players their final instructions before they headed out to the field and he headed to his place on the bench next to Terry Stein. Terry was Coach Johnson's student teacher.... and former cocksucker. Now 21, Terry no longer sucked Stan's dick. He was too old.
They met at a boy's day camp when Terry was eleven, the summer Terry's step-brother, Tony, introduced him to cocksucking. Terry was a willing young student that summer. Convinced that he was unable to cum without a cock in his mouth, Terry eagerly sucked every dick and swallowed every load of cum he could; Tony, Tony's friends, Frank and Bill, Johnson, his camp counselor Mark, and one hundred fellow campers..... all before the first week of camp was over. He'd even allowed Frank and Bill to dress him up like a girl; nail polish on his fingers and toes, lipstick, eye makeup, ribbons in his hair, and take him to a public pool on weekends. At only two bucks a blow job, he sucked a lot of dick in the boys bathroom.
Terry had happily cocksucked his way through several schools and summer camps and was looking forward to sucking French and German cocks on his graduation trip to Europe this summer.
Stan Johnson was the camp's sports director that summer and he took an instant liking to Terry. Stan was fond of boys. He liked his boys young and he liked his boys naked. He'd spent his early years at the Church of Man, his father's thinly disguised and hugely profitable boy brothel. Unlike other children born to wealth, Stan was raised with a cock instead of a silver spoon in his mouth. Rather than fine aged wines in delicate crystal glasses, thick fresh sperm spurting from hot hard dicks teased his palate.
Stan grew up believing that only older men, like his father and other church members, covered their bodies..... boys were supposed to be naked. He also believed his father's teachings that a boy's mouth and asshole, his mouth and asshole, were designed to pleasure a man's cock. The Church of Man was raided and shut down when Stan was eighteen. Only then did he learn the truth; his father had trained him, used him, sold his services as a boy prostitute..... a faggot, cum loving, cocksucking slut, and he vowed to get even. Stan became a teacher to educate young boys about gay sex and to turn as many as he could into fags.
REGGIE TOOK THE opening kick-off on his thirty yard line and with strong blocks from his fellow co-captains, Bull and Digger, he ran it back for a touchdown. The team was on its way to keeping the winning streak alive and the post game victory blow job from the team's new mascots. The white boys from Shaker Heights were no match for the inner city blacks from Daley. At the half, Daley was leading 34 to 0. Before going into the locker room, Reggie retrieved two sealed envelopes which he gave to a cheerleader with instructions for delivery. Two unsuspecting boys were about to receive invitations to the team's post game victory party. A party scheduled to take place in each boy's mouth.
Allan Fireside and Cole Sumner sat quietly as classmates and fans, cheering wildly for the victorious Daley football team, filed out of the stands. The final score was Daley 69, Shaker Heights 0. The winning streak continued. The post game victory party was on. The guests of honor had been invited.
"What are we going to do?" Allan said for the umpteenth time since he and Cole had received the sealed envelopes. Cole sighed and took another look at the party invitation in his lap. Staring up at him was a glossy color photo of himself jerking off..... with Allan's cock in his mouth. Allan's invitation was just as bad. A clear picture of Allan with his lips just closing around the purple head of Cole's spurting prick.
"Do," Cole said. "We're going to the bookstore like the invitation says to do. We gotta find out who took these pictures and why. They must want something."
"We're two kids. OK, two fags," Allan added as he looked at the picture of Cole's dick spurting cum into his mouth. "What could they want from us? Money? Blackmail! That's it! They probably want money, but how much? I don't have any money."
"If you're right, if it is blackmail and it's money they want, whatever they want, we'll have to do it somehow or....."
"Or what?"
"Or be prepared to face our parents, all our friends, shit, the entire school, when copies of these pictures start showin' up all over. If it's blackmail, Allan, and we don't cooperate, the whole world's gonna know that you and me are faggot cocksuckers."
THE DALEY FOOTBALL team, twenty five big, strong, very horny black guys, was celebrating today's victory in the spacious party room at Jake's adult book store. Jake's brother, Reggie, was pacing nervously around the room. He had promised the team post game blow jobs from the new mascots, a couple of fags Jake had discovered. "Relax, it's not time yet," Jake told him. "I know my gay boys, they'll be here on time."
Jake Dickman knew his business, the procurement and entertainment business. Jake procured teenage boys for the entertainment of his adult, male adult, clientele. The bookstore made money selling hetero, gay and lesbian books, tapes, magazines and assorted sex toys and devices. The big money was made in the well appointed lounges and glory holes located in the back of the shop. Jake had invested a large amount of money in state of the art audio and video systems. Well concealed lo-light video cameras with utra-sensitive mikes throughout and a computerized system to manage it all allowed Jake to see and hear and tape everything that was happening in his shop.
Almost at a glance, Jake could sense the hidden desires within a teenage boy. Like the two white boys they were waiting for this afternoon, Cole Sumner and Allan Fireside. Jake had brought them together and secretly taped them engaged in what polite society referred to as unnatural acts between members of the same sex. The boys didn't know it yet, but very soon they were going to volunteer, blackmail is such an ugly word, to serve as mascots for the football team. Richard, the former mascot, had served the team and Jake well.
Jake had Reggie to thank for Richard. He'd come into the shop to pick up a collar explaining how the mascot needed a reminder that he belonged to the team. Jake knew all about Reggie's team mascot. Reggie used Jake's back rooms when the mascot was going to service the entire team.... like on Saturday afternoons, after the team won a big game.
Richard, naked except for his collar, was led uncomplaining into glory hole #2 and immediately dropped to his knees. He proceeded to suck each football player cock that came through the hole. A number of Jake's regular customers came in, saw the action, slapped a twenty on the counter, and made good use of the talented mouth too. Behind the counter, Jake plugged in his earpiece and watched through the video monitor as Richard eagerly sucked cock after cock and swallowed load after load. He listened to Richard moaning in pleasure as each hard dick was rammed into his sucking mouth. He listened to Richard gulping and gurgling as cock after cock creamed his mouth and face.
Jake was not surprised when Richard came back to the store later that evening.... wearing the collar. The cum covered cocksucking kid from the afternoon smiled and said thank you when Jake told him he could use #2 again. It was not a particularly busy night, but Jake directed a dozen paying customers to the cock hungry teenager in #2.
From time to time during the evening Jake switched on his monitor to watch Richard at work. Face pressed hard up against the plywood panel, the kid worked hard to get every inch of dickmeat he could deep into his mouth. Richard used the time between customers to lick up whatever cum had escaped from his mouth, pooled on the floor or dripping down the glory hole walls.
Jake locked up after the last customer, dimmed the lights and walked back to the now open door to #2. Richard, still on his knees, was busily using his tongue to capture the cum from around his mouth. The last guy had hosed Richard's face with an enormous load of thick, creamy, pungent spunk. Jake led Richard to the bathroom to wash his cum encrusted face and body and take a leak before leaving. Richard, unwashed, came out of the bathroom holding three shit stained, cum filled condoms. Richard was sucking on one of the discarded scumbags as Jake let him out the back door.
COLE AND ALLAN arrived at the bookstore on time, just as Jake had predicted. They were surprised to find the store empty and even more surprised when Reggie Dickman greeted them with a big smile on his face. "I see you got your invitations. Welcome to the party."
"Yyyyy, you sssssent, bbbbut how," Cole sputtered.
"You boys know Jake, my brother. He owns the place and made the invites too. Did you like your pictures? Maybe you'd like to see some others. No? Well it doesn't matter. You're both here and the party is about to begin."
Allan looked around the empty store and said. "Wwww, where's the pppparty?"
No longer smiling, Reggie said. "In your mouth, cocksucker. The party is in your faggot cocksucking mouth and your fag friend's mouth too. You boys have volunteered to be the mascots of the Daley football team, congratulations." Cole was speechless. Allan was green. "If you don't want to volunteer," Reggie continued, "I can arrange to have your photos circulated around school on Monday and I'm sure your folks will love a framed copy to hang on the living room wall. My son, the cocksucker. They'll be so proud."
Digger opened the door to the party room and called out. "The guys are getting a little wild from watching the tape, Reggie. Are the new mascots here yet?"
From inside the party room, above the sound of laughter, Cole heard his own voice:
Don't even say it. If it got around school that
we're gay, that we're cocksuckers....
Allan's ears perked up when he heard his voice:
Not gonna happen. Who's gonna tell? Wait I know
you're gonna stand up in the school auditorium and
say I'm gay. No, better yet, you'll get on your
knees in the locker room in front of ah, in front
of the black guys on the football team and announce,
hey guys look at me I'm gay. I suck dick. The
cocksucker is here. Who wants a blow job?
Cole's voice again:
Photographs, I'll hand out photos of myself naked,
on my knees, with your cock in my mouth, Allan.
The whole school will know that Cole Sumner is
a cocksucker. Stand over by that mirror Allan.
Let me see what I look like with your dick in my
mouth.
I am a cocksucker, a naked cocksucker. Naked, on
my knees, ready to suck. Please let me suck your
cock Allan. Please cum in my mouth.
"Go back inside. It'll be just a minute," Reggie said to Digger. Turning to Cole and Allan, he said. "What's it gonna be boys? Decide."
"What are we going to do?" Allan whispered to Cole when Reggie backed away to give the boys a moment to decide.
Cole took a minute before answering, to look through the pile of photos Reggie had left on the counter; the sound of his own voice saying, 'I am a cocksucker..... please cum in my mouth,' echoing in his brain. "Allan, my fine faggot friend, we are going to do whatever Reggie wants us to do."
NAKED, EXCEPT FOR tiny thongs, Allan and Cole waited nervously as Jake tightened the last one-way screw into each of their leather collars. "Get used to 'em boys," Jake said, You'll be wearin'em for a long time. Steel threads inside so you can't cut 'em off and you need this special tool to open the screws. Hey, Reggie. You want the small tags or the big ones? Big it is then." Jake showed the boys the one inch round metal tags stamped, PROPERTY OF DALEY FOOTBALL, and clipped them onto the collars. "Don't lose these," Jake warned, "They cost ten bucks each."
Reggie approached the boys and inspected Jake's work. "Get on your knees and listen up. Before I introduce you to the team, let's get a few things straight. First off, I own you. Both of you belong to me. You are my fags, my property and don't forget it. Do I make myself clear?" Cole and Allan nodded and Reggie continued. "Second, no more jockey shorts or boxers, wear a thong under your clothes. A different color every day. You can buy them from Jake later, when you pay him for the collars."
Cole raised his hand. "Uh, Reggie? I don't have any money."
"Sort it out with Jake," Reggie said sharply, "I'm sure he's got something you can do to earn the money. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Lose the pubic hair, shave it off. The hair under your arms and on your arms and legs too. I want you both hairless, fairy boy smooth, when you report to the team's cafeteria table on Monday morning."
"When we strip for gym, how're we going to explain no hair and this thong underwear? All the boys, our friends, they'll think we're queer. Can't we wear a jock strap, Reggie, like the other boys, please?" Allan was close to tears.
"But you're not like the other boys!" Reggie roared. "You're fags! Cocksuckers! Dicklickers! Cumeaters! Enough of this shit. The team is waiting. Crawl after me."
"GENTLEMEN! ALLOW ME to present the Daley football team's mascots. You've all seen their terrific video, now here they are in person." Cole and Allan, all but naked in their tiny thongs, trembled with fear as twenty five big, black and very horny athletes cheered their captain's words. "You all know the rules...." "There are no rules," someone shouted back. Reggie laughed, but reminded the team about using the mascots when outsiders were present. "Nobody, except for Coach Johnson, gets to see them with a player's dick in their mouth or ass."
Cole flinched and whispered in Allan's ear, "Didya hear what he said? A dick in our ass. Oh god, we're gonna get fucked too. They're all gonna fuck us up the ass. Jeez, there's twenty five of them and only two of us. We'll probably have to suck and get fucked at the same time."
Allan whispered back, "You said you wanted to be a pussy boy, this morning, after you fucked me. Looks like your wish is gonna come true, in spades."
"Let's have a show," Bull shouted, "Make 'em put on a show for us Reggie. Like in the video." Bull was stalling for time, trying to figure out a way to leave, so he didn't have to be unfaithful to the precious sole waiting for him at home. His beautiful dark eyed lover, freshly bathed and sweet smelling, was waiting for him at home wearing nothing but a tiny thong, just like the ones that Allan and Cole were wearing.
LAST YEAR, WHEN Richard was the team's mascot, Bull would have been happily ramming his big dick into the cocksucker's mouth and loving every minute. This year was different. This year Bull had an angel living with him, sharing his bed, making him feel like a real man. A waif like creature with tiny hands and feet, and little pink nipples that grew stiff when he licked them, and smooth, shapely legs that hugged his waist and trembled with delight when they made love.
Bull was so ugly that few girls would go out with him. Even the local hookers, after one look at his twelve inch cock, refused to take his money and spread their legs. Richard's abrupt departure had left Bull in such a bad way that he had secretly cruised a lakeside park, known as a mecca for gay boys, and found more than just the blow job he was after. Bull found love. For the first time in his very hard life, someone showed Bull love and affection and he discovered how to show love in return.
Bull fell in love with Soong, a petite thirteen year old asian who lived in the park and sold blow jobs for five dollars. Bull didn't have five dollars, but he looked so desperate, so forlorn, that Soong took his hand and led him to a secluded place. Kneeling down, Soong opened Bull's pants, lowered them along with the jock strap he wore and, after exclaiming how beautiful it was, kissed the tip of Bull's twelve inch monster cock. Bull was in love. Nobody had ever called his brutish looking, badly cut cock, beautiful. No one had ever willingly kissed and licked all around and under his balls or sucked them into their mouth. Nobody had ever asked if it was ok to take off their clothes because they wanted to be naked for him. Naked for him while they sucked his cock. Naked for him while they eagerly swallowed the load of sperm he quickly shot off into their cocksucking mouth. Nobody that is, except Soong.
Soong had long silky black hair, almond shaped eyes and a sensuous full mouth with cherry red lips. The body was lean, undeveloped, no sign of budding breasts. Smooth too and completely hairless, except for a silken patch above a tiny pair of balls and a very erect two inch penis. Starved for love, Bull became so infatuated with Soong, who tried so hard to please, that he took him home to his one room basement apartment. Bull had fallen in love.... with a boy.
Lying together face to face in bed, his cock embedded in Soong's tight ass, Bull didn't care that Soong was a boy..... he kissed him, tenderly, on the lips. Soong responded by thrusting his tongue into Bull's mouth and wrapping his legs around Bull's waist. Despite the pain, Soong rose up to meet Bull's turgid cock as it thrust hard and deep into his pussy like ass. The boys' love making was passionate. The sex was raw, hot, wet and loud. They clung to each others sweaty body; moaning, panting, sucking, kissing, hands in constant motion, joined together greedily as one primordial organism. Soong came first. His tiny cock spit beads of cum onto his lover's chest. Bull came with a roar. Stream after stream of scalding scum shot deep into Soong's bowels.
Soong arched his back and used his muscles to give Bull's pistoning dick greater access and almost unbearable pleasure. Bull was in another world, lost in the wonder of this little asian boy's body. His second orgasm came fast as the frothy mixture of cum, sweat and ass juices bathed his cock in slimy lubrication. Two mind blowing orgasms and Bull's cock was still hard inside Soong's well fucked ass. His strength sapped, Soong easily rolled Bull onto his back and sitting astride Bull's throbbing cock, lovingly rode him to a third gut wrenching orgasm.
Bull's cock softened letting a flood of semen and other body fluids leak out of Soong's ass and onto his belly and chest. Soong rolled around in the sticky, slimy stuff until his small body was covered. Like a mother cat with her young, Bull used his tongue to lick his boy clean and consummated his love by taking Soong's cock into his mouth. Bull sucked it gently until Soong filled his mouth with sweet boy cream. Exhausted and happy, Bull fell asleep with Soong's still hard cock dribbling cum into his mouth.
Bull was a changed person. Love will do it every time and Bull was madly in love with Soong. He was still ferocious on the football field and joined with his teammates in all of their stunts. Because of Soong, however, he was determined to graduate high school and try for a college football scholarship. He no longer stayed out late every night, but hurried home after practice. Soong was there waiting for him, naked, except for the thong he liked to wear, and ready to rip Bull's clothes off, jump into his arms and impale his ass on Bull's cock.
"WE WANT A show. We want a show." Twenty five voices took up the chant until Reggie raised his hand for quiet. "Ok, Ok. How many points did we score today?" "Sixty nine!" "How many fags we got here today?" "Two!" "Who wants to see our two fags....." Reggie didn't get to finish before Cole and Allan were put in the center of the room. Jake produced handcuffs and quickly cuffed their hands behind their backs. "Make it a good show, cocksuckers," Jake warned.
Using only their mouths, it took several amusing minutes before Cole and Allan managed to expose each others cocks and arrange their bodies in a comfortable sixty nine. Laughter, shouts of 'suck that dick' and 'way to go faggots', filled the room as the boys sucked and bobbed their heads and thrust into each others mouth. Cole came all over Allan's face when his spurting cock escaped. It took Allan another minute, but when he came the gurgling sounds from Cole left little doubt as to where his load of cum was going.
"Whatdya say Bull," Reggie said as he unzipped his pants. Fuck one of 'em and use the other fag for blow jobs, or fill 'em with dick from both ends? Bull? Where's Bull?"
Bull was gone. He'd slipped quietly away during the show. Soong was waiting for him at home.