Da'Jonte by James Jenkins
This is a standalone fictional story about a black high school boy who is intrigued to engage in a polyamorous lifestyle. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 and too young to be reading such material or living in a country where it is illegal, then please leave.
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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."