Ebony High 6
Colin's Progress
"I rather think they have been missing him Sir!"
They had been! Late into a maths class the boys had catcalled on his arrival.
Their young teacher the 22 year old Vusi Simalini looked in astonishment at the young blonde boy. His blonde hair ruffled, his short white singlet proclaiming he was "Ebony High Property", and the briefest wide blue satin shorts, with the schools crest of a Black Power salute to the left buttock, showing half his butt. Vusi sat down to hide his growing erection from the boys.
"God," he thought, "this is worse! I can see the curve of the boy's ass those shorts are so short. I don't know how his cock and balls stay in!"
He knew the Principal's view that new white boys from more wealthy backgrounds should now be what he called "dressed down" and humiliated on entry, but this boy was a walking invitation to rape!
He looked at his class. There was a lot of excited chatter and laughter. Two boys in the front row were openly bending down and looking up the boy's shorts. They grinned up at him and one of them lifted the blue satin to get a better view.
"Not now Lolo! Put your hand down!" Vusi discretely rearranged his dick in his jeans under the cover of his desk.
"Dear Lord" he thought, "there are over thirty sexually aroused blacks in the room, from him just walking in, and that includes me!" Vusi Simalini pulled himself together. He's only another schoolboy.
"So you are Colin Green?
"Yes sir!"
"Say Hi to Colin boys, and welcome him to the class!"
A cacophony of boys voices, some squeaky, others deep and bass, welcomed him with gusto!
"Well Colin, being late won't be excused again. Go and sit down. Middle of Row 4, there's your allocated desk".
Colin sat down surrounded by aroused smiling black boys. He looked around. Good to be with boys his own age he felt, and the boys were sexy! He took in their uniforms as they continued to gaze at him -- crisp white shirts and ties, setting off clean and smiling black features, and tight khaki shorts, with long grey socks. He was thrilled, he felt more than naked in front of them, but that gave him a boner -- lucky his cock was pointing up! These boys were friendly and really cute, some of the most handsome giving him encouraging smiles and winks, as the lesson went on. The petite angelic looking boy on his right shared his text book with him and showed him where they were. Algebra -- and a good way behind the level I've reached, he thought. I shouldn't have any problem at all here.
It was when, ten minutes later, Mr Simalini turned to write on the white-board that the the angel beside him,who had helped him with the book, started to feel him up. Within seconds he looked down to see a black hand go up his shorts. He felt his balls being stroked. He turned to look at the boy to stop him,but the small black boy now stared impassively ahead. Then a second hand joined from the other side and took hold of his cock. The two boys pulling on it and feeling his balls, made the unmilked already aroused Colin flush red in the face. He looked down at the black hands going in to his shorts from each side, their arms dark against his white thighs. The sight made him draw his breath; his breathing heavy, he knew he was going to cum! And then they knew this white boy was easy. They would have him. One of them gave a thumbs up sign around the class and there was a buzz of boy's voices,. Mr Simalini turned round. He looked at Colin, red in the face, the overly innocent looks of his black neighbours, and the rest of the class grinning, and he knew exactly what was going on.
He turned to write again. This time, as one, Colin's two tormentors yanked his shorts down. As the first boy pulled them off and passed them to the boys next to him the second boy returned to his mission. There was no underwear to pose a problem-- the white cock was theirs, naked and hard. They had him. He wanked the cock hard as the other black stroked the boy's balls and crack. The black boy behind him pinned Colin's arms to his sides as he lifted the boy's singlet and gently squeezed his tits. Colin looked up, desperate for it to stop but he saw only cute thrilled black boys in white shirts ties and khaki shorts watching him being stimulated. Mr Similani was busy with his white-board explaining a few important algebraic formulas. The boys further away from Colin stood up for a better view. The little angel working Colin's cock pulled it up for all the boys to see and agitated it hard. Colin shot his load in twenty seconds. Desperate for release after the mass fucking of just half an hour before, he was humiliated yet aroused at being made an exhibit to these dreamy black boys. His cum plastered his chest and stomach but also shot up into his own face and hairand into the woolly hair of the nipple-squeezer behind. The boys didn't stop and the rest of the class was agog. Two boys in front of him got up to take a picture on their mobile phones. The pictures would go round the school in an hour, by tomorrow they would have reached other black schools. The remorseless steady wank led to a new spurt of cum and more dribbled down his cock and on to his milker's hand. Then Mr Simalini turned round.
"Colin Green, what do you think you are doing?" In fact he hadn't done anything, but his cock had -- Similani could see it, erect and dripping cum as the boys in front of Colin helpfully moved away to give him a better view. The class were hugging themselves and eachother with glee. The boy who had jacked him off cleaned his hand on Colin's singlet not troubled whether he was seen or not.
"Come out the front Colin!You will be thrashed for this!!"
Colin went to pull up his shorts but they had gone. Looking round desperately and not wanting to get up, he felt like bursting into tears. A boy in the back row called out "Here you are Colin! Catch!" He threw them deliberately wide and they were caught by a boy in the front. Colin got up, near naked and covered in cum. His cock still hard, he tried to retrieve them, running up and down the rows of desks to the delight of the uniformed young blacks.
The class was eventually brought to order by a laughing Mr Simalini.
Bent over Vusi Simalini's desk, on the teacher's platform, Colin was about to get his first Ebony House thrashing. His teacher had made him wipe himself down using the cloth he used for the whiteboard. He realised his beating was to be in public; the boys loved to see a white boy caned, which was why they had staged their little performance.
They crowded round, as Vusi knew they would. He let them. Why not? When he was in school, just a few years ago he had been present on one of the first occasions that a white ass was caned in front of black boys. He had loved it too and remembered it well. He moved the boy so that they could all see. He rearranged his own troublesome cock in his jeans, openly smiling to the boys. Then, moving quickly, like a conjuror pulling a rabbit from his hat, with one flourish he pulled down the blue satin shorts. There was a cheer from the class, and a wave of laughter. He looked at Colin's face and saw it redden to the roots of his blonde hair. To gain maximum popularity out of this, and increase the boy's abasement, he ordered:
"Spread your legs, Colin and push your butt up!"
"But, sir ... "
"No Buts but this butt!" He smacked the boy's ass gently. Pleased with his little joke, at which the boys laughed a little too much, he thought, he spread the boy's legs, and then the ivory white butt cheeks. White gooey fluid was leaking from the boy's hole. "He's got cum up his ass! Shouted out a boy in the front. He wiped it with the cum soaked rag. Yes, the boy must have been fucked just before he got to class. The boy is obviously a slut.
"Fetch me my cane Temba!" A small black boy, in the front row, ran to get it from the cupboard.
"You'll be getting four as its your first disturbance of the class, Colin. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, but its not fair sir!"
As he swished the cane over the boy's naked white ass he knew he wouldn't do it nearly as hard as he would some of the black boys. This boy had creamy white sensitive skin, not like a bouncy black boy ass. But he would do enough to make the boy jump nicely, and hopefully start to cry, which he liked.
"Sir, but its not fair sir! I didn't do anything. It wasn't my fault sir." For answer Vusi tapped him lightly on the ass cheeks, getting his measure. He raised the flexible cane high and landed it full on the white buttocks which quivered. Colin howled, the boys clapped, he waited. The anticipation he knew well, was worse than the stroke itself. A thin red line emerged across the creamy white skin.
The boys clapped after each stroke, sighing as the cane landed, and feeling the hard cocks in their shorts.
Vusi Simalini stroked the straining black cock in his own jeans and looked at his watch. Only five minutes to go before the break. I'll leave him there!
"OK boys, back to your seats. No, not you Colin, you stay right there!!"
"Let this be a lesson to you boys" he tapped the white ass with his cane. "Any disturbance will be similarly treated." Whether that meant he would be punished for things they did to him Colin wasn't sure, but it certainly sounded like it.
The minutes until the bell were the longest Colin could imagine. He couldn't believe that the lesson was proceeding with his butt on show in front of the class. At one point Mr Simalini stood behind his desk, which Colin was draped over, and pressed the crotch of his jeans into Colin's face; then he placed his notebook down on his buttocks and read to the class from there. Two boys in the front row, who were placed to look straight between his legs, were aiming paper pellets at his balls with a rubber band.
When the bell went and they packed up, they all passed him smirking. A few smacked his ass; Mr Simalini saw nothing.
When they had left Colin saw Similani go over and lock the door. Then he stood at Colin's face and pulled out his thick 9 inch black dick from his jeans. The black cock was at Colin's mouth and Colin immediately opened up to let it in. As he fucked the mouth Similani leaned over and pushed his middle finger straight up the boy's hole, fucking it hard. He wanted to fuck the boy with his dick but, after the beating and the sight of the boy exhibited in the class, he was nearly cumming. Colin slurped on his young teacher's black tool and felt it begin to spasm. As Colin took more of the massive tool Vusi fucked the mouth hard and groaned. The cock was pushed in and out, deep into Colin's throat. Suddenly his teacher's cum filled his mouth. Instinctively he swallowed it down.
Vusi withdrew his tool slowly.
"Lick it clean, boy!"Colin not only licked it but vacuumed another drop of cum out of it.
"My oh my! Who taught you to suck black dick boy?"
"Our black neighbour sir. He's a pilot sir. I sucked him off after school when I cut his grass sir and he taught me what he liked."
"Does he fuck you?"He ruffled the boy's blonde hair.
"Oh yes sir"
"Put your shorts back on boy. In future I won't thrash you. You will get detention and suck me off. You may find you get regular detention, that mouth is too good to waste on small boys! I may try fucking you too. Now run along and don't let me see you leading the boys astray again!!
"But sir!!..."
Vusi smiled. "Just joking Colin!"
"But that beating wasn't a joke sir!"
"True, but they all wanted you to have it -- so best to get it over. Now off you go!
His minders, Rick and Thembani, didn't leave his side all evening and their presence deterred everyone. Action was reserved for after "lights out" was called for the juniors, when his minders had taken him to Thembani's room and fucked him soundly. A fucking that had the authority of the school. A no nonsense, hard, powerful , disciplined, hot black fuck of a fresh white butt. The two tall Zulus had stripped him quickly, laid him naked on the bed, noted his beaten ass and in taking turns fucked him hard with their 9 inch black dicks.There were no preliminaries, no playing around. They took him on all fours on the bed. Their thick hard black meat filled the young white boy's ass for the second time that day. They took turns on the ass and his mouth, spit roasting him until he thought their tools would meet in his middle.This was payment for their muscles guarding a white boy who didn't seem able to look after himself. Colin was driven into ecstasy by the two super-hung blacks, thrusting into his hole almost to his navel.
"Fuck my ass, niggas! Fuck my fuckin whiteboy ass! Open my hole! Breed me with your hot nigga cum!"
Towards the end his white cock spurted cum on to the towel they had laid him on. He slept between them,with Thembani' s hand over the white ass and Colin's arm over Rick's broad black chest. The night had been quiet. He slept for eight hours. They fucked him again in the morning.
Later in the morning Colin was in an English class, he had settled down though his ass hurt, and things were quiet, when his form teacher Vusi Simalini came in and excused himself to the English teacher.
"Colin Green, you are wanted by the Principal. Come along!"
As they walked down the corridor Colin was nervous.
"Is he going to beat me sir?"
"I don't think so, but I had to tell him of your misbehaviour and caning yesterday. He said something about the tailor coming to fix your new uniform. You'll like that, no?"
"Well those look good on him, but perhaps a little tight on the balls? The cock is held up well though! What do you think Vusi?"
Colin's form teacher felt his white bum, gently in view of his recent caning.
" They set off his bottom nicely Sir, but maybe a little too tight on the legs, and as you say the balls. He has thicker thighs than the 13 year old blacks these were probaby made for."
"They mustn't be too easy for the boys to remove -- not after what happened in your class yesterday, Vusi. Have you any others we can try on him Mr Bongo?
"Certainly Sir, there are many he hasn't tried yet. Lucky pass me the Brazil collection over there."
"OK Dad, but they are for boys of 11-13."
"Well,lets give it a go!"
Colin had been with Mr Musondo and Paulo,in the Principal's office, with his class teacher and the tailor, a Congolese in his thirties, and his son Lucky. With the white teenager stark naked they discussed how he looked like he was a shop manequin. The cheeky Lucky had pushed and pulled his white cock into and out of successive pairs of shorts as the two teachers and the tailor discussed him in the most intimate and humiliating detail. He had been made to bend over to see how his butt looked, spread his legs so that Lucky could see if his balls were visible, and stood on Mr Musonda's desk to see if any of the five blacks could easily pull his cock out. They all pulled on his cock until it was hard and sore. On the looser pairs the young black had got the white cock hard by casually wanking on it and seeing how much it overhung the shorts
With the Brazilian retro soccer collection Mr Francis and Lucky were struggling to get a size 11 pair of cutaway pink satin shorts on to the boy. The satin hugged the white bum beautifully but the cock kept dropping out, and Lucky was getting annoyed. He slapped the cock twice but that made it harder. Then he pushed the cock and balls in and got a result with the seam of the shorts down the middle of the ball-sac, effectively cutting the problem in half, and also securing the cock
Oh well done Lucky! said Paulo who had said little as he had watched the boy being repackaged and then stripped again and again "I think you have fixed it, and my goodness everything is outlined so well on the outside, the helmet of the boy's cock here, and each ball clearly separated there. These would be ideal as his formal shorts Mr Musondo. Good satin stretch across the cheeks here" he carressed the boy's ass, "and here," his hand went from ball to ball, letting himself go, "a sense of drama building up until the eye reaches the central,supported cock."
"The light pink sets off the blonde skin of the upper thighs beautifully" he stroked the boys inner thighs to the base of his balls.
"I think with these sir" said Mr Bongo " just a discrete school logo on the front side of the shorts and the abbreviated quote "I have a dream" across the boy's buttocks. The ownership issue remains with the top". He slipped a sleeveless matching pink satin top over the boy which carried the slogan "Property of Ebony High Boys" over the boy's nipples, and then measured the distance to the shorts. "We now have just over 14 inches of torso exhibited between the boy's t shirt and shorts.
"I think just about everything is exhibited" thought the Principal, as he felt the boys extended nipples through the "t shirt"
"Very good, very good, make up six pairs Mr Bongo," said the Principal, "but make half of them zipped front and back for access. Depending on the occasion that would be needed."
Lucky, the tailor's son, chortled and stroked his Congolese cock which since playing with the white boy's cock stuck out a full nine inches, pushing out his loose low hanging shorts.
Well, this is excellent formal dress for one of our truly best looking white boys." Colin grinned, pleased. " For things like receptions, dinner parties, VIP visits by African diplomats, he will be a great advertisement for Ebony High. For everyday wear we will stick with the white cotton version we chose earlier. I really don't think it matters at all if his cock and balls show when he sits. They are all boys together after all!"
I think a drink is called for gentlemen? Paolo passed round whiskies for Vusi, the Principal and the tailor and cokes for himself, Lucky and Colin. Colin drank his, standing in his "formal" shorts and top, in the centre of the room. The five blacks couldn't take their eyes off him. Lucky was looking at him hardest with a mocking smile. His hand was down inside his own shorts gently stroking his enormous dark black boy-tool.
Mr Bongo thought the moment had come for a favour. "Lucky's just an ordinary African boy sir with the usual urges of sexual desire," he said to the Principal" but I know he would appreciate getting his cock sucked Sir! It always bothers him a lot after he has been fitting your white boys"
"Well of course, my man, no problem! Lucky just got lucky! But do get that leather collar and leash you were showing me earlier, and fit it on him. Then we can all enjoy a little entertainment." Mr Bongo buckled the black silver studded collar round Colin's neck, and handed the end of the leash to his son. Lucky pulled it hard to see if it worked, unzipped and pulled out his prize-winning black cock. Paolo picked up the camera with which he had been taking pictures of Colin in his various "uniforms", and of him being dressed by Lucky. He oiled the over-excited tool so that it would reflect the light.
He took many of the collared blond being led round the room by the huge dicked black teenager, He especially liked one of an arrogant Lucky standing beside a Colin on all fours with Lucky's foot planted in the middle of his back. Shackled as he was, and subject to constant jeering taunts by the Congolese boy Colin's erection had grown as much as Lucky's.
"Colin get on your knees boy, the Principal ordered,get that black cock in your mouth! Deal with it, boy!" .
The four black men watched the blond boy kneel and bow his head, leashed to the black boy with the amazing dick now right in front of him. They could contain their lust no longer and led by the principal they took out their own dicks. They watched the blond devour half the enormous coal black tool and swirl his tongue around the boy's outsize cock as Lucky pulled him further on to his cock with the leash.For five minutes they watched, their black dicks now as hard as Lucky's. The Principal was desperate for release.
"Get those shorts off him now Lucky, we don't want them damaged." As the young black boy
did so, and felt the creamy white cheeks, the principal asked him "You want to fuck him, Lucky?" The boy, and his cock, nodded.
"Get him over the back of the sofa and do it!"
Hauled by the leash to the sofa where his guardians had sat sipping their tea, Colin was pushed over the back of it, his white ass raised high in the air. The dark skinned black youngster climbed on top of him and shoved the end of his gigantic tool into the exposed hole. Colin thought, even after he had been opened by large Zulu cocks, that the Congolese tool was too big. But the boy went slowly, he'd fucked white boys before and knew his cock was difficult for them; gradually more and more of it was descending like a plunger into the hole. Colin's mouth was open with the stress and pain. It was filled quickly by his Principal's prick. Both black cocks fucked him in unison, as Colin felt the enormous pressure of the cocks pounding him. Paulo was on his knees sucking off Vusi. Mr Bongo shot his load over the blonde boy's back. But those were sideshows as Lucky blasted his black boy-juice into the white teenager. For half a minute it seemed the flow continued. Mr Musonda could hold back no longer and his own less copious salty thick cum coated Colin's mouth and tongue. As the principal moved away shaken, Lucky clambered off his perch and pushed his tool into Colin's mouth for a clean.
"Paulo -- more drinks I think, and Colin do get up Boy! Check there's no stains on the sofa, and for heaven's sake put your shorts on."
The end of this episode. Let me know what you like best or maybe dislike. More episodes from Ebony High follow.
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