BLACKMALE (Part 3) BY: MOORE
"More like team slut", Peter's last words were bouncing around in my mind. What did he mean, I wondered as I stole a peek at the football team's cafeteria table. You could understand why nobody stopped Reggie from using Richard. Reggie, the team captain, and his five black co-captains, like the blacks I went to school with in Mississippi, were big and intimidating. All around me students were leaving the cafeteria and the place was nearly empty when I got up to leave. As I passed the football team's table, Reggie whispered something to one of his co-captains, turned to look at me and called out, "Hey new kid."
The afternoon passed quickly, art history and music. I play the clarinet, though not very well since I don't practice as much as I should. Last period was gym where I met up with Allan and Peter.
The school provided gym shorts, shirts, socks and jock straps. I guess the school felt this would ease the financial burden on poor families and that the stuff would get washed on a regular basis. Coach Johnson, director of physical education in addition to coaching the football team, had mandated this year that all boys were required to wear a jock strap.
The stuff was arranged by size and kept on shelves at one end of the locker room. Coach Johnson's rules, which everyone obeyed, were that on entering the locker room you had to strip naked, hang your street clothes in your locker, walk, no running in the locker room, to the shelves to select your stuff, and walk back to your locker to put it on.
Peter's locker was next to mine. We both stripped and standing there naked I asked him, "What did you mean at lunch when you said that Richard became the team slut."
"Not now", he whispered back as he scratched his balls, "What are you doing after school?, I'll tell you then."
"Can't", I replied, "Got stuff I gotta do at home." I wanted to hear more about Richard, but I needed to visit the bookstore. "Let's go get our stuff", I said as we joined the pack of about 40 other naked guys walking over to the shelves.
Surrounded as I was, it was hard not to look at the other boys. Big dicks, small dicks, dark pubes and a few blonds. Naked in a room full of guys, one of my jerk off fantasies. I quickly cleared my mind of such thoughts. A woodie right now, in front of my classmates, I would never live it down.
Coach Johnson, flanked by two well built college age guys, was standing on a raised platform as we neared the shelves.
"Boys", he boomed out, "Draw up close here, closer, I got a few announcements to make."
Forty naked young male bodies pressed close together in the small space.
"Boys, say hi to Randy and Terry," Coach continued, "They're phys ed majors and they'll be working here as student teachers. Let's give 'em a big welcome."
The voices of forty bare assed boys sang out, "Hiya", to blond haired Randy and Terry as they stood on the raised platform looking down at our naked bodies. Looking up at Coach, Randy and Terry, I got the feeling that like we were on display for their enjoyment. I mean, they were dressed and we all had to stand there naked, pressed together, trying not to touch the privates of the guy next to you.
Coach turned to tell the team manager something and although I couldn't hear, I could see Terry whispering to Randy.
"I don't know about you, Randy, but all these naked kids are making me hard. I haven't seen so many suckable young dicks in one place since we worked in that boys camp two summers ago. What a summer, do you remember? I must've sucked off 25, maybe 30 different boys that summer. My knees had grass stains for weeks after. Go know so many boys would let a guy giv'em a blow job. Do you think they knew or cared that I was gay? Remember that one kid I told you about, the one who'd come by four times a day for a blow job, and shoot a good load each time? By the end of the summer that kid was really getting into it.
'C'mon cocksucker, get your faggot mouth on my dick. I got a big load of cum for you to eat.'
Young kid, where'd he learn to talk like that? I didn't mind the cocksucker part, but I hate being called a faggot. I'm not a faggot, am I Randy?"
"Can it Terry, the Coach will hear you. Keep your cock in your jock, I'll take care of you later."
"Thanks Randy. You're my only real friend. If any body else knew that I can't cum without a cock in my mouth it would be all over Chicago. I can work my hard on for an hour, nothing, one minute with a dick in my face and there she blows. But it's not my fault, my brother, step-brother really, who trained me to be this way.
But Randy, can a guy be a cocksucker without being a faggot too? Faggots dress different, wear girly clothes, underwear and other stuff, swish around when they walk. Like me for instance. I'm a cocksucker, but I wear regular clothes and don't walk funny...., ok you don't have to say it, except when I'm with that biker group. But they make me put on the red bra and panties and dance around before they'll let me suck..... and the collar and cock ring they make me wear are black leather with silver studs, so they don't count, right?
Y'know Randy, we should go back to that boys camp this summer. But if we go back they gotta pay me more money since I don't eat much of their lousy food. The summer we worked there, I ate maybe some corn flakes for breakfast, but after eating warm creamy cum the rest of the day, franks and beans is shit. Suckin' and swallowin' cum from fifteen, twenty cocks a day kept me well fed.
Yeah, we should go back. There'd have to be a bunch of new boys who'd let a guy giv'em a blow job and I love givin' a boy the experience of his first blow job. Some of them have only started jerking off. Watching a boys face watching me lick around the head of his prick with my tongue, wow! Gotta take it slow though so's not to frighten them. Then I slip the head of his prick into my mouth and suck gently, which, if it isn't yet, gets his prick totaly erect. Then I slide my lips down the shaft until my nose is pressed against his belly. A lot of first timers lose it by now and blast off. Not much sperm, but great boy taste. Other boys, instinctively I guess, put their hands on the back of my head and pump their pricks into my mouth. I never touch a first timer's balls or ass with my hands though, or play with my dick while I'm blowing him, seems to make 'em nervous. I just let them fuck my mouth as they want 'til they cum."
"Enough already Terry, the Coach is gonna get pissed."
"He's talking to the team manager, Randy, and I want your opinion on something else. Don't laugh now, but how much cock does a guy have to suck to be considered a slut? No, I'm not crazy, hear me out. Lookit, I was giving about twenty blow jobs a day at the camp, right, is that slutty? We got what, forty boys in this class? If they all lined up and I went down the line doing my thing, is that being a slut? Know what I think? I think if its teenage dick you should be able to suck as much as you want without it being slutty. Ok, ok the bikers are different, but there's only five of them and no way can I be a slut for five blow jobs.
Well, maybe it is slutty when they lend me to the biker bar. But I don't wear the red bra and panties then, actually, I don't wear anything, except the studded collar and cock ring. The bar has a spot set up just for me, Cock Sucker's Corner, they call it. I drop to my knees, a five foot chain is attached to my collar and my hands are cuffed behind my back. What do you think, Randy?"
"Give me a break, Terry, you're naked, on your knees chained to a fuckin' wall. How many guys fuck your mouth and piss on you?"
"Ok yeah, sixteen maybe twenty guys, but they don't all fuck my mouth - at first anyway - and the piss is just to wash the cum off my body. First I lick all their dicks to get them hard. No sucking, just tongue action. Then they take turns jacking off into my open mouth. Its like a contest to see who's got the best aim to shoot the most cum into my mouth. I end up with a lot of cum on my face and chest. I don't know how they decide, but the winner gets to be first to ram his cock down my throat and feed me his next load. The rest of them have to wait their turn."
"No offense Terry, but you are a faggot, slut cocksucker."
.....To be continued