Go Black, Never Go Back - Chapter One - Beach Blanket Bonking

Go Black, Never Go Back - Chapter One - Beach Blanket Bonking

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GO BLACK, NEVER GO BACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 1 – BEACH BLANKET BONKING

My best friend Jason hit me up early Saturday morning, proposing a trip to the beach. It took me only moments to agree. Having finished my junior year of high school and started my summer job a week earlier, I was ready to enjoy summer vacation. It was an unseasonably hot mid-June day and hanging with Jason was what I did on weekends. The only difference was that we'd be vegging in the sand rather than playing basketball, our normal Saturday activity. Our normal Sunday activity, too.

Anybody spotting us would know we played hoops, particularly in our usual outfits of basketball gear. Jason was damn good at the sport and I wasn't bad. Together, we were an incredible duo – him, the 6'8" forward with slick moves, surprising power and a vertical leap off the charts, and me, the 6'5" shooting guard with the quick feet, quicker hands and uncanny accuracy on three pointers. We'd played together so long that I knew where Jason would be on the basketball court without looking. We'd perfected no-look alley-oop passes in grade school. We were both starters on our high school basketball team while juniors, and our team was regularly one of the best in the state. As seniors, we'd be the team's stars during the upcoming year, and we had a good shot at the state basketball title. Basketball was the beginning and the end of what motivated us.

Basketball was my parents' passion too. They both played college ball and I'd inherited their height. I was still growing some, so getting to 6'6" or even 6'7" was a possibility. They'd named me named Collins after Doug Collins, a shooting guard who played basketball in the Olympics, was the first player taken in the 1973 NBA draft and later coached four NBA teams. The connection was that my parents grew up in southern Illinois, not far from where Collins went to high school and college. If you ignored our 50 years' age difference, we could have been brothers, down to being almost the same height and sharing the same slender, lanky frame. My mother kept pictures of Collins from his appearance on the front cover of Sports Illustrated and from the Olympics, and whether it was conscious on her part or not, as a kid my haircuts resembled his. I'd kept the same long, floppy hair since.

Jason and I got to the beach early enough to get a reasonably good spot, even though it was already crowded. I was surprised when he popped open a cooler and tossed me a can of cold beer. It was concealed in a neoprene holder, a sensible precaution given that at 17 we were woefully underage to be drinking.

"Bro, what's this?" I asked, giving him a big smile.

He shrugged and returned the smile, his bright white teeth flashing in stark contrast to his black skin. The dude was cool and in control as always. "Collins, my bro! We never properly celebrated the end of school. Too fucking hot to play ball, so might as well get tanked. Brought some dynamite dope, too. Brownies. It's party time!"

I laughed and took a big swig of beer. Jason was always a step ahead of me.

We killed a couple beers each and wolfed down a brownie before hitting the water. Not for long, because despite the clear skies and hot temperature, the water was too cold to be comfortable. Mid-June wasn't prime time for swimming. Give it a couple of months and it would be perfect.

With the sun drying our bare skin, we both had a major buzz on and started playing a stupid drinking game that I'd downloaded on my phone called "Truth or Dare." The app asked questions and you had to either accept a crazy dare or answer the question truthfully. We never did dares. Nobody did. Most of the questions were lame, but out of the blue the app asked, "Have you been in a three-way?"

It was Jason's turn to answer. He shrugged and said, "Sure," as if the question asked something completely routine like, "Have you ever jacked off?"

I wasn't all that surprised, because the dude got more sex than anyone I knew. Girls were attracted to him like moths to a flame, lining up to spend time with the reigning hot boy at school. Spend time with him and underneath him. He probably had talked two chicks into doing it, which was kinda interesting although not something I found all that inspiring. Most dudes would have viewed it as the hottest thing ever, but I wasn't there. Still, the game had been boring and I was intrigued enough by the idea to press him for details.

"When?" It came off as more challenging that I intended, as if I doubted him.

He was calm and confident, reacting nonchalantly. "Last time? I'd have to think. Had a couple of really good ones this year."

He was playing me, but I also knew he wouldn't be doing it if he couldn't back it up. Venturing into kinky sex wasn't out of character for him, but the idea that he was routinely doing three-ways brought home the vast disparity in our sex lives. I'd never scored. Nada. Certifiable virgin. I got no sex while Jason got so much he apparently had trouble remembering his three-ways.

"Yeah, when was the last time?"

Jason glugged some beer and frowned, as if he were digging deep in his memories. His face suddenly brightened. "Couple of weeks ago or so. No! It was a week ago Sunday. Right before school let out."

"And?"

A smile broke on his smooth, handsome face. "You know Tisha?" he asked with a conspiratorial voice. He was warming to the subject.

"Yeah, she's hot."

"Exactly. Been after her to let me do her for like six months. Ever since school started after Christmas."

"She's got a boyfriend! They've been together for like forever. I just saw them this week." Tisha's boyfriend Ben and I were only acquaintances but we were friends by default as a result of being two of the handful of white kids in my high school, which was virtually all black. We also happened to work at the same place during the summer, so I'd probably talked to him more in the last week than I had during years of school. I was a jock and Ben was arty, so our paths seldom crossed. When they happened to, well, jocks didn't hang with the arty types.

"Uh, huh," Jason nodded, as if Tisha having a boyfriend made no difference whatsoever. "Tisha and I were kinda drunk at a party last spring and we got to talking. She let it slip that she thinks dude-on-dude sex is hot. I wanted in her pants so bad that I told her I'd fuck Ben and let her watch if I could ball her. She laughed and told me I was batshit crazy.

"She is one foxy lady, so every time I saw her after that I made a point of bringing it up and telling her the offer still stood. She kept blowing me off even though she seemed kinda excited and intrigued. I never thought she'd go for it, but two weeks ago she told me she'd talked Ben into it."

It was a good thing I was wearing a baggy pair of basketball shorts, because the thought of Jason and Ben getting it on was waking my cock and powering it into an erection. Tricia was gorgeous, but I mustered no more than mild interest in Jason fucking her. Ben was okay looking, with a mop of curly black hair and a nice, tight body – he was a dancer – but Jason doing him was something entirely different to me. Riveting.

Jason talked about getting sex even more than most high school dudes, but I'd never followed his stories all that closely until now. I was hungry for details. Every trivial detail. "So, uh, how was it?"

"Ahh, bro, that was one fine fuck. Amazing. Tisha was worth the wait."

Damn! I didn't want to hear about Jason fucking Tisha. I never objected to his frequent stories about getting laid, although for the first time it dawned on me that the reason I didn't mind them was because I was mentally visualizing his black cock powering into a big erection and then taking over the action. The girl he was fucking was sorta blurry and undefined in my mind, but Jason's naked body and stiff black rod were always crystal clear. Except now. Jason was still crystal clear, but Ben was too, his twinky white body overwhelmed by Jason's lanky frame. Jason's big black cock puncturing Ben's tight white ass. Jason's manhood powering into the helpless kid. My bud's story had my attention in a big way and I was desperate to hear about every moment of the action.

"What about doing Ben?"

Jason gave me a funny look and a lazy shrug. "When I get the bone in a hole, it don' matter to me whether it's a chick's cunt or a dude's ass. I like doin' dudes every now and then. Buttboning is hot. Ass is tighter than pussy and you can fuck a dude as hard as you want.

"Getting a load off in Ben was good, because when I got inside Tisha we fucked forever. That babe is wild when you get her going! I loved it when she wrapped her hot legs around my back. And dude, her tits are wonderful!"

Damn! After Jason's intriguing comment about doing guys, we were back to Tisha again. I wasn't interested. Instead, I wanted the full story about him doing Ben. "Ben bisexual or something?"

"Hell if I know. Tisha didn't exactly tell him what he was in for. He thought she wanted to be spit roasted, one cock in her pussy and another in her mouth. She started off going down on both of us but then begged him to suck me. He wasn't having any of it, but she's got that dude wrapped around her finger. Got him drunk and stoned and he finally gave me head. Had a sorta shocked look on his face when I slid my tool into his mouth. Maybe he didn't think my bone would fit. It barely did. The boy struggled but worked at it. He was a trooper. Turns out he's a good cocksucker. I'd let him go down on me anytime."

I was dazed at the thought of Jason letting another guy suck him. I was dazed at the thought of Ben with a big dick in his mouth. I was dazed at the thought of the two of them, boned and naked and getting it on.

Deep down I was jealous, too. Not of Jason. Well, sort of. I'd have loved to get my cock sucked like he apparently had. But I was mostly jealous of Ben, slurping on Jason's tool. I'd never thought of having a guy's cock in my mouth, but I sure as hell was now.

"Did the dude deep throat you?" For the first time, I was looking at my buddy in a different light. I was studying his body. He was lanky and slender and I'd always thought of him as skinny, but the dude had muscles. They would have looked huge if they hadn't been stretched over his 6'8" frame. His thigh and arm muscles seemed to pop out when he moved, and he had a ripped chest and six-pack abs. The sun reflecting off the water highlighted a new feature on his body – a very light spray of hair across his pecs. At best the other kids in my high school had a few wispy hairs circling their tits or sprouting in the middle of their chests. Jason was cool about it, not bragging like other dudes would have. I could see why women couldn't keep their hands off him, and that was only based on his body and ignoring his personality, which could light up a room.

He got a big smile on his face. "Heh. Tisha first got the sucker to lick my shaft up and down. I boned and he's like, `That's huge!' She's like, `Put the head in your mouth!' He did and looked totally surprised that his lips were wrapped around my pole. Next she's telling him to take it down his throat. He complained, but that woman don' let up. My piece didn't get far inside before he's like gagging and choking. But Tisha didn't cut him any slack, making him work my shaft until it was most of way down his throat. Then she tells me to face fuck him. I'm like, `Whatever you say, lady.'"

I'd reached a crisis point. I had no choice but to roll over onto my stomach to conceal my erect prick. I desperately wanted to fist it. I'd woken with morning wood and jacked off earlier in the day – which was par for the course – but it felt like I hadn't cum for a week.

"He suck you off?"

Jason was still on his back, resting on his elbows, which made his biceps and triceps look amazing. He smiled big and chuckled. "Not then. Later. Might have happened then but she busted his butt to let me dick him. She's like, `I let you fuck me, so I wanna watch Jason fuck you.' That bitch ragged on him until he finally gave up. She got him on his hands and knees and crawled underneath him and let him suck her tits and eat her cunt while I got behind him and spread his skinny white buns. Dude was fucking tight as all get out. He screamed his head off before I had more than the head of my cock inside him.

"I didn't cut him any slack. Kept jamming the pole into his hole. Got all the way inside and started dicking him. Know something? Boy stopped yelling and started moaning like he kinda liked it. Didn't complain when she slipped out from under him and started watching me fuck him. He forgot all about her boobs and her pussy. Something else? After I shot in his ass, there was a big wet spot on the floor beneath his cock. Fucker came while I was dicking him!"

The image was permanently etched in my mind. Jason pulling his huge, rock-hard black pole, slimy with his own white cum, from Ben's lily-white ass. Ben's spent cock, still semi hard, dripping jizz into a puddle on the floor. Ben's gaping asshole, stretched impossibly wide by Jason's tool, leaking spunk down the back of his legs into another puddle on the floor. I'd never forget the visual. I'd be summoning it from my memory on countless occasions, working it over and over.

"He was totally dazed after I bred his tight white boi pussy. He was so out of it that he kinda slumped in the corner and watched while I did Tisha. That girl was so turned on by seeing me fuck Ben that she was a wild woman. Couldn't get enough of my cock. Did her three times but then she claimed she was sore. I was so fucking horny after finally getting into her cunt that I had to nut again. Ben was still zonked and was staring at me like he couldn't believe he'd gotten buttboned. But he was still staring. I figured if he were upset he would have split. Instead he'd watched the entire time I did Tisha.

"I walked over to him. My meat was swinging in front of his face and he was like hypnotized by it. I'm like, `I'm gonna fuck you again,' and he's like, `Uh, huh.' Sorta like, `of course you are.' Hell, I didn't even have to tell him to suck me and get me hard. In no time he's like making love to my bone. I almost let him suck me off then, but his ass was too good not to use again.

"I put the little fucker on his back, shoved his knees up to his head, rolled him into a tight little ball and slammed it into him. I guess I opened him up good the first time because it didn't take as long to get it in and he didn't scream. Well, maybe once or twice. I had my arms and legs wrapped around him like he was a fuck ball. His fucking dick was hard and he was so limber that he could put it in his mouth. I made him suck himself while I was drilling his tight white butt. I told him I was gonna fuck the cum out of his balls and it was gonna shoot right back into his mouth. Fucker blasted his own face and ate his own spunk! Kinda hot. With girls you never know if they're faking it, but with Ben the evidence was smeared all over his face. I put two more loads inside him before I finished."

Okay, another vivid visual to enjoy the next time I whacked off. And the time after that and the time after that. This one was seared into my memory.

"After the second load, actually the third one, his butt was leaking juice all over but he was staring at my tool like he was still hungry. I know that look. The boy wanted my meat. I'm like, `Dude, my cock has cunt juice and ass juice and jizz all over it.' He's like nodding and saying, `Yeah.' Took my rod down his throat and cleaned it off. Got me off one more time too. He swallowed like he'd been doing it for years."

Jason paused, smiled and added, "That was a damn good nut. One hot night of getting off. I'd do `em both again, together and separate."

If I wasn't mistaken, Jason's pole was at least semi-hard. Buried in the warm sand, my rod was as hard as a rock and I desperately wanted to squeeze it. I consoled myself by pumping the sand once or twice, trying to make it look like I was only getting comfortable and hoping what I was doing wasn't obvious.

Okay, I was grinding my dick into my towel like a dog in heat.

What happened next would never have happened if we hadn't been drunk and stoned. Jason turned to me with glassy eyes and said, "Ben has a tight hole, but his ass isn't anywhere as good as your bubble butt. Yours is to die for. You shouldn't be lifting your buns up and flexing your butt like that. It's like waving a red flag in front of an angry bull. Why don't you let me slide my bone inside you and do you?"

FUCK!

I laughed nervously. "Dude, I ain't letting you rip my ass to shreds."

"Bro, every dude I've dicked has loved having my bone inside him. Like Ben, maybe not at first. It takes dudes a while to relax until it stops hurting. But by the end they're loving it, beggin me to do them again."

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think either, other than to focus on Jason saying he fucked dudes besides Ben. More jack-off material.

"Dude, you'd love it, just like those others. I can tell. I'll make your ass sing. You'd be jazzed to have my slick rod sliding in and out of you. You'd be squealing and wantin more. Think about it!"

Dammit, I was thinking about it! It was weird. Terrifying. Damn intriguing.

"Think about how good it would feel to take my black heat into your mouth and get it all wet and slippery. Think about sliding my foreskin up and down my shaft and coaxing pre-cum out of it. Think about my big black dick squeezing into your tight white pussy and stretching you wide and makin you love it. Ain't never fucked a dude who didn't want it again after I bred his butt. Ben's the first dude I fucked the cum out of hands-free, but I bet you'd be the same way. Maybe white boys are like that. Can't keep from blowing their wads when they get a black tool inside them. You wanna nut, don't you?"

Fuck yes I wanted to nut! Desperately. My heart was racing. I couldn't do more than give Jason a skeptical snort.

"Some white boys were made to take black cock. With an ass like yours, I bet you're one of them. I bet my rod would fit so perfectly inside your boi pussy that as soon as I was in you'd be wondering why it took so long. And then after I shot you'd be wondering why it was over so soon. Once you go black you never go back."

The conversation had become overwhelming. My brain was frozen.

It wasn't like we could do it on the beach, but Jason's parents weren't home and I had no doubt he'd be up for splitting from the beach and doing my virgin butt at his house. He'd probably want to keep ramming his manhood inside me all afternoon. I knew from his sex stories that he always got off more than once. He'd popped seven loads with Tisha and Ben, three in her and four in him. Just another romp in the hay for my oversexed bud.

"C'mon Col," he purred. He called me Col – short for Collins – when we were alone and he wanted something from me. I called him Jase in the same circumstances. "You got something mighty fine going. Ain't doing you no good keepin it locked up, and it ain't doing me no good either. Go black, baby, go black. Never gonna regret it." If I wasn't mistaken – or merely too drunk and stoned to know better – the bulge in Jason's shorts had become a massive mountain. A mountain of black dick ready to invade my virgin mouth, rip my virgin ass and pop my cherry. I'd never seriously thought of getting it on with a dude, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than for Jason to get on top of me, pull my shorts down, penetrate my cherry ass with his bull cock, and ride me into the sand. Yeah, I wanted him inside me. Inside my mouth, inside my ass. I was as excited as I'd ever been.

But... I panicked. In a moment of terror, I backed away, saying, "What you think I am anyway, bro?"

Jason gave me a sidelong look that suggested he was pondering exactly that question for the first time. I'd never seriously thought about it either, but now I was.

Fuck! I couldn't let him think I was a faggot. I shook my head and laughed, "You crazy, bro..."

He gave me a lazy smile and seemed to consider his options. If he had pressed me more, I think I would have crumbled on the spot. But he didn't say anything else, instead groping his crotch and grabbing another beer. He gulped it down before flopping back on the sand, his eyes closed. I stared at his amazing body and the bulge beneath his basketball shorts, grinding my rock-hard boner into the sand and hoping nobody on the beach could tell what I was doing. I'd be wanking one out as soon as I got home. Hell, I'd be wanking them out for the rest of the day.

My phone buzzed with the next "Truth or Dare" question. It was lame. Fuck that shit. I turned it off and closed my eyes, feeling the hot sun beat down on my bare back. My mind was paralyzed.

*     *     *

The cat was out of the bag. I thought about nothing other than Jason saying it didn't matter to him whether he boned a dude's ass or a girl's cunt. I thought about Jason fucking Ben. Ben liking it halfway through. I thought about Jason's big dick. Jason's big dick rock hard. Jason's big dick in action. I thought about Ben shooting while Jason's cock was inside him. Ben shooting hands-free. Ben shooting in his own mouth.

I went from angrily rejecting any thoughts of doing it with Jason, let along other guys, to realizing I wanted it. It didn't help that I woke up in the middle of the night with a boner because I'd been dreaming about guys' dicks. I whacked off constantly over the weekend. I poked a finger inside my ass, decided it was gross and I'd never do it again, then was back at it a short time later with a long, skinny bottleneck. I was going bananas, alternately telling myself I needed to snap out of it and get my head screwed on right, then digging into my fantasies deeper. I convinced myself I needed to watch some straight porn, only to fixate on the actor's dicks rather than the actresses' pussies. Tits and cunts weren't doing it for me. Muscular chests and big cocks were.

When Jason and I played ball on Sunday, we divided teams into shirts and skins. Jason had a standing rule that he was always on the skins team. It wasn't like I was uninterested in gawking at his shirtless torso before our beach conversation, but afterward I found myself salivating over it. I practically drooled as I watched his muscles flex and get covered with a shiny sheen of sweat as we played. I suddenly was admiring the bodies of some of the other dudes we regularly played with. It was like I'd been in a dark room my entire life and now a light was on. A light spotlighting dudes' muscles and their junk. Their dicks. Their hard cocks.

I desperately sought ways to get Jason to talk about doing dudes. I couldn't think about work without wanting to interrogate Ben about how it felt to have Jason inside him. I couldn't surf the web without giving into my temptation to look at gay porn, preferably the blacks-on-boys variety.

It wasn't like I'd been raised in rural Alabama and didn't know gay people existed. A couple of my classmates at high school were gay. But gay people had always been `them' and not me. The thought that I might be one of them was jarring.

Where the hell was I heading?

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the start of the story; sorry it merely sets up coming attractions and doesn't contain any sex, but I promise that will be remedied in Chapter Two! I'd love to hear what you liked so far about the tale – characters, lines, the setup, etc. – and what you thought could be better. Email me at ColtonAalto@gmail.com.

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