Ebony High 11
Jamey goes with the Team
Jamey, slim pretty and blonde, was well in time for the basketball team coach to brief him on the away game. He sat down beside the tall heavily built older black, feeling the strong but gentle masculine power he exuded.
Jamey felt something akin to hero worship for the powerful young black who was one of the school's PE/games teachers. Many older boys, called him by his first name, Nathan. He was a friendly guy, and "one of the boys" to them. It was to him that Jamey went if he'd had a particularly bad or hard day, but today he was excited because he was taking him with the team for an important away match.
"Your job Jamey is team support. Aside from dealing with the towels and the locker room, you have to relax the team members when they want it, you understand, Jamey? You've been quick to pick up the massage required, and I've been very pleased with you. Muscles can tense up after training and before and after a game and young Alpha 1 young blacks like these need to relax them. I will be there for anything more major. But you know that the boys themselves asked for you today as their towel boy? Their lucky charm if you like! Whenever they've chosen a really good Pod white for a game like this we've won, so I'll need you down on the side of the court visibly supporting them, and praising them, thats always a great booster. You know most of their names, Jamey?"
"There's a few I don't know, but most of them have had me during last year Sir. A few are in my Pod."
"Ah yes! The Silva Niggas isn't it?" he laughed "The names these boys come up with!" Well, don't go wearing your Pod uniform today, or you're going to upset the Young Tigers, Black Leopards and God knows who else! With the team, your responsibilities are to the Ebony High Basketball Team thats who you belong to. You got the vest on, so I guess you know that.
Anyway you can meet the guys on the bus and get to know them. Its important that you go and sit with them if they call you, there's plenty of room on the bus. We need to get that special team spirit going, the sense of ownership of you by the team will really help." Jamie's surprisingly large cock stiffened.
"That's my boy!, said the coach, squeezing the whiteboy's cock gently inside his Pod style short white shorts.
He stroked his soft blond hair, and let the boy rest his head on his muscular smooth black chest.
"You're seventeen now Jamey?" The boy nodded
"You sure don't look it boy!" But, the coach thought, he's a real boy, a pretty white boy but not too feminine. Nice. A real nigga-dick hardener.No wonder the team want him!
"Stand up and let me see you, boy! You look real pretty this morning"
Jamey stood up in front of the handsome black coach. His midriff was bare as usual and the brief team vest was marked Ebony High Basketball Team, front and back. His cock pushed out the ultra brief white cotton shorts alarmingly.. They were so short they showed the white ass-cheeks rear up from his bronzed legs. Jamey turned for him to see his ass. "You know boy you got a nigga's ass, high and perky, cept creamy white." He put his hand up the back of the shorts. Jamey pointed to the school logo, the black clenched fist of Black Power.
"They got this tattooed on my bum now Sir! It's not real permanent -- has to be renewed every term I think, and the school name. You want to see, Sir?"
Oh my dear Lord, he thought, what were they going to do next? You bet he wanted to see!
His long black cock now rigid in his track suit, he pulled the boy's shorts down off the butt, leaving the cock holding them up from the front.
And there it was! "Ebony High" bold on the left cheek of the round white butt, and the black clenched fist on the right, the deep cleft of the whiteboy's ass running between. He felt his large black cock jump. He looked up the boy's back, at the abbreviated white vest with the team name on it. The vest had been cut, quite roughly, an inch or two below the boy's nipples. Jamey was breathing heavily, passing his white boy's body into the control of this strong black male.
He looked up the boy's back, at the cut-off white vest with the Ebony High team name on it. He ran his fingers up and down the boy's crack and then down, under him, to the tight white balls. He spread the cheeks and looked at the shaved slightly reddened hole. His white-boy cunt, as he knew the boys in the team would call it. He pushed his thick long middle finger in gently, as Jamey bent forward to facilitate his access. Nicely lubricated he thought. He added a second finger and frigged him quickly for no more than half a minute, and then smelled his fingers. Clean and smelling of lavender!
He pulled the shorts right down, Jamey's cock springing back to bounce off his stomach as the elastic waist released it. God, this boy's sex is so tightly wound, he thought, the centre, the core of his being.
He turned the boy round to face him and sitting as he was, level with the exposed shaved bobbing white cock, he leant across and kissed it. He opened his thick generous lips and took the head of the cock into his mouth and gently sucked it. He took it out, looked at it, pulled back the foreskin, and opened his mouth for Jamey to push it in. Jamey did so slowly, giving the black coach his cock as a gift to him. He looked down at the strong black muscular black man sucking the head of his cock and he blinked nervously, an intensly serious look on his face. He was breathing hard, he hadn't cum for ages, not since Paolo shaved him yesterday.
The coach slid his lips down the cock to the boy's balls, closed his eyes and held him there by the bum-cheeks, breathing in deeply the sweet clean smells of the boy's body.
Then he pulled away. He didn't want the boy to cum. Not now.
"Please fuck me, Sir?" The boy put his hand round the thick black tool hidden in the trach suit.
"You're the best, Jamey!" he said, patting his bottom. "I'd love to but we'll wait til we get back OK? Lets get the match over first."
"OK Jamey, my boy, we gotta move!" He pulled up the boy's shorts, and watched him with difficulty position his cock up the front. Fortunately for Jamey it was a cock that when hard pointed strongly upwards, but it was large and strong for such a gentle soft white boy. The blacks in school loved it and his Pod called it Jamey's Handle, great to hold on to when fucking him.Unlike the Coach, they didn't find much other use for it, other than to hang their briefs or boxers on if they fucked him standing.
Nathan looked down out of the window at the gym car park. The bus had arrived and the boys were already waiting by it, sprawled in groups on the grass with their kit bags. Jamey looked down at the dozen or more tall blacks sitting, their long legs stretched before them, some in jeans and sweat shirts, others in track suits. Oh my! He thought. His cock jumped.
I want you to get the team's stuff in the bus, Jamey. It's not heavy stuff, you should be able to manage. Store it in the bus locker.
There's likely to be a riot on this bus, thought Nathan, and I wouldn't miss it for the world!
For what seemed ages to him Jamey carried the team kit , towels and massage stuff, and a lot of bags, from the gym and stored them in the bus locker under the passenger accomodation. When the black players first saw him there were wolf whistles and a few ironic cheers. They got up with their bags, chatting and as a group moved closer to the bus.
None of them moved to help him. Nathan loaded him with towels and bags in the gym and he carried them to the bus, bending down to store them in the large bus lockers. The boys gathered round to watch. Each time he bent over there were laughs. By the third trip they had noticed his hard-on, his Pod members helpfully pointing it out to the rest to general amusement. As he bent over to push the bags in further there were ironic jeers as he spread his legs to push them.
"Hey guys, lemme show you something." A strong black hand held him down in the small of the back as with the other hand his shorts were yanked down below his white ass. Olu, a tall muscular Nigerian member of Jamey's Pod stood back for them to get a full view, keeping the boy pinned down with one hand. A dozen black boys' mouths fell open, and they grabbed eachother's hands and shouted with laughter. A few hugged eachother as they laughed. Then they took a closer look.
While Jamey's Pod members stood back, for they had seen it all a week before, the blacks examined the white boy's ass, pinching and prodding it, some licking their fingers and rubbing the tattoos to see if they came off. They didn't.
"Fuck, they branded the bitch-boy!"
"Jesus!!"
Black hands slapped his English butt.
"Hey Jamey! You got a Black Powered ass for real now!"
Someone reached under him for his cock, pulling the shorts further down. "Hey guys he's real hard!"
"Man, so am I nigga, lookin at dat!" exclaimed one of the other west Africans, Sola Oni, always without inhibition, and working his dick from outside his track suit. He looked around the tall blacks and saw most of them were feeling their dicks.
Wondering what the commotion was all about the driver of the bus with his son climbed down to look. The driver laughed heartily. He'd had Pod whites on the team bus before, and knew what games the boys would play. For his son, small neat and Jamey's age, it was astonishing and he stared seriously at the naked butt and its markings.
"Hey guys, cut it out, we got to be off!"
The blacks stood back and a red faced blonde head emerged from the locker. Jamey looked up at the goodlooking black youths mocking him. His white cock jumped. Nathan stood back for a moment or two looking at the lean tall looselimbed black youths surrounding the exposed near naked smaller blonde haired boy, red with shame at the mirth his branded butt was still causing.
"Now guys listen up! You need your strength for the game. There's time after for you to release all the excess energy you got. Jamey's with us until tonight. So on the bus, no problem with getting to know him, he's a great kid and is here to help you, a little stress relief here and there is ok but nothing heavy until the locker room after the game, ok?"
"Jamey get their bags and stow them and cover your butt. Guys, on the bus!!" Nathan shepherded the driver' and his son together, the boy still looking back at Jamey, and followed them on to the bus.
The black youths were in a great mood as they passed their bags to the whiteboy without a thought. Jamey got most of them in, and was almost there. Then, as he was loaded with the last bags Le Roy, a strong Jamaican, Thierry's tormentor in the Black Leopards Pod, came up and yanked his shorts back down. I just want a few pics, Boy," and he got a few close ups of the white boy's butt. "I wanna send a couple round." Then he came round and took a few from the front -- of Jamey loaded with bags above the waist and naked below, his white cock straining upwards towards his navel. Then he hung his baseball cap on the boy's dick, hanging low down on the white balls, and took a few more, making sure the bus with its row of grinning black boy faces was well in shot.
"Get a move on Boy, get the fucking bags in!" said LeRoy, slapping the white butt hard. Jamey struggled to stow the last bags butt naked. LeRoy took a few more of the white branded butt protruding from the bus locker with the team laughing and cheering out of the windows above him. By the time Jamey clambered aboard, the team was anxious to get away and blaming him for the delay.
"Seat for you down here at the back, Boy!"
They slapped his butt as he passed down the bus, holding on to his shorts.
It was a two hour journey. And it was an old African style bus with bench seats -- wide enough for three on the one side and two on the other. It could take 50 boys full and they were only 16 on it, so almost all the boys got a window. They also got Jamey. He was passed down the bus like a bag of sweets from one black cock to the next. He had sucked just about every black cock in the team before they reached Savanna Academy. Most of them spurted off in his mouth without expending too much energy and getting too hot. With their hands down his shorts and his tattooed ass on display it didn't take most of them long. They watched fascinated as long and short, fat and thin nigga dicks were taken into his mouth and he was pushed down on them by his blonde hair. Jamey took most of them to the balls. He was defeated only by Christophe's 12 inch black dong -- the Rwandese didn't make a fuss and slapping the white ass hard shot his load into Jamey's face.
Halfway down the bus Le Roy lurked with his buddy Kingsley his black American buddy.. They wanted his white ass, and they got it. They pushed him over the back of a seat and with great athleticism screwed him with force. Taking turns on the white ass they came deep inside him, the whole bus got up to watch. Pushed to the front to ensure he could see was the driver's son, the small fresh seventeen year old now exploring for himself the whiteboy's cock and balls.
Nathan, who had been dozing after a late night and an early morning woke to the melee in the middle of the bus, and the first thing he saw was the naked white butt raised to window level, and Kingsley hard fucking his seed into it.
"Hey guys! Leave it off for Chrissake! Get your nigga dicks out of his ass and put his shorts on. People outside gonna see you!" A slim young black who felt a bit sorry for the blonde boy struggled to pull the shorts back over the white butt, holding him by the dick as he did so.
The Coach called Jamey over to the front of the bus before they arrived and sat him between him and the driver's son. He ruffled the boy's hair, cleaning out some cum, and wiped his face with a towel from his bag. Well done Jamey -- they're all happy now and they've had a good team experience.
"Will he really be fucked by all the team after the match?" the boy asked Nathan brightly.
"Well, not necessarily, they'll do as they wish I guess. But most of these big guys get pretty worked up after a good match. So the changing room atmosphere, depending whether we win or lose, can be pretty charged. We lose and they want to vent their anger so it could be rough. Ask your Dad later if you can drop in -- you'd be welcome.
"Jamey, boy, you better be praying for a win!" The boy was nestled into his side.
The driver's son wouldn't be discouraged from asking important questions.
"Why do these white boys let us use them like girls?"
"Well, they don't have many choices and they do get protection from their Pod." Jamey who was listening thought "Oh yeah? Le Roy and Kingsley are members of my Pod!"
"Jamey here is safe with his Pod; they belong to him and he belongs to them -- get it? Plus of course Jamey is gay, and this way he gets all the black cock he could wish for. Isn't that so Jamey?"
Jamey, who was wondering when they were going to stop talking about him like he was a pet dog, flushed and said "Yes Sir!".
"Would he want my cock?" said the boy. "Its black but not as big as those guys got"
He unzipped his shorts and pulled it out of his briefs, already hard and moist.
Without a word Jamey slid to the floor in front of Nathan and took the boy's cock into his mouth.
The boy seemed electrified by being sucked off, and his 6 inch cock spurted his thick boy cum into Jamey's mouth in less than minute. Jamey laid his blonde head on the boy's shiny black thighs and breathed in his rural African boy musk. He pulled the stained worn briefs off the boy's balls and licked them gently as Nathan watched him. Then he carefully replaced the black cock and balls in the boy's underwear and zipped up his shorts. The boy patted the seat between himself and Nathan, to tell him to come back to sit down, and Jamey squeezed himself back in between them.
Ebony High won easily. The match had been greatly helped by Jamey and a few other supporters yelling their heads off for their team. Their opponents, on home ground, were simply no match for them. The home crowd gave Jamey a hard time, jeering and yelling obscenities at him but he didn't care about that. Rather the sight of hundreds of black boys jeering and laughing at him from the tiered seats gave him the most almighty desire to be fucked by nigga dicks. The Ebony House boys beamed at him, at the end of the match, impressed with him for being so strong in face of all the taunts, and proud of his wild support for the Ebony High team. They were above all pleased with themselves for being able to show what good athletes they were.
In the showers Jamey handed out soap, wash cloths and towels, massaged knees, groins,arms, legs, butts and dicks.
After most of the guys had stripped down and the room was full of glistening sweaty black muscle, young black bodies all round, he had been gang-fucked up against the wall and then with his legs held over his head on a bench. Jamey was desperate for it -- wanting one nigga dick after the next, as black after black came in his ass and his mouth he was pulled across to suck others. Kneeling in the centre of the changing room he was in the middle of them, level with their nigga dicks.
Two Senegalese players then picked him up like a baby, and carried him into the communal showers. Jamey couldn't take his eyes off the tall naked muscular niggas that surrounded him, and he happily sucked all the nigga dicks that were presented to him. Naked black and shiny under the water the two graceful Senegalese players wanted him desperately. They pushed him down between them and spit roasted him under the warm water. Surrounded by the naked team they took Jamey to a height of passion that he had never before experienced and when they each in turn finally slammed their juice into him up against the wall, his own cock pressed up against the wet tiles spurted out his white boy juice.
A dozen shiny wet niggas surrounded him. He got on his knees under the hot water and lovingly soaped and washed one nigga dick after the other. Nigga tools sprayed him cum as the boys stood over him their arms locked round each-others shoulders. He looked up through the pouring water to see several of them deep kissing each other as he dealt with their dicks.They stood round watching him. Each and every one of them beautiful to him -- black strong and sweaty. The bollock naked, big dicked Le Roy even hugged him after cumming in his mouth. Jesus!
No-one else fucked him. Perhaps they knew they coudn't match the Senegalese He lay on the floor of the showers after the last dripping black dick had unloaded over him. He was alone, though there was boisterous chatter and good natured fun going on in the locker room next door. The next thing he knew was that the Senegal boys came back for him, helped him up, and led him out of the showers. They took him into the locker room and dried him off as he stood on a bench.
Jamey was still shaking with the aftermath of so much passionate lovemaking. That's what it had been. Not a cruel schoolboy fuckfest. But a hard disciplined yet loving team fuck. The team's juices had come together in his body
Then someone started to clap. He looked around and saw it was Nathan. Then the boys joined in.
They were applauding him! He looked around at a dozen tall young naked black bodies, the bodies of Gods he thought, their dicks hanging loose, and they were smiling and clapping him.
Tears came running down his cheeks and he started to sob. Arms came round him and asked him what was wrong. He looked up. The two very black Senegal youths were either side of him, their long black cocks arched across his white stomach.
"Nothing" said Jamey "I'm just so happy!! He took hold of the two black cocks as they each sucked one of his tits. And there, standing on a bench with the team applauding him they quickly and expertly tossed him off.
"You our lucky charm, whiteboy! Someone called out "You're the best lil whitey boy we've had!"
"Enjoy yourself, boy!"
The end of this episode.
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