Gone Black - Chapter 11 – Jason Isn't Happy... Yet

Gone Black - Chapter 11 – Jason Isn't Happy... Yet

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 11 – JASON ISN'T HAPPY... YET

My best friend Jason and I had played basketball together since we were old enough to bounce the ball. We were both starters the high school team, and the team was damn good; our school was always one of the best in the state. I was a hot shooting guard and Jason was a dominant forward, and like 99 percent of black high school basketball players he was seemingly too skinny to stand up but was amazingly strong and athletic on the court. He didn't look it, but he could bang under the boards with dudes outweighing him by 40 pounds. He could also run circles around them with his acrobatic moves.

We'd been buds forever and hung together whenever we could. From the beginning, he was always a step ahead of me. We could both dunk a basketball easily, but he'd mastered it well before I did. I told myself that it was only because he was taller. He didn't stop with boring dunks, however. He routinely did reverse dunks, windmill dunks, tomahawk dunks and several that hadn't been named yet. Virtually every one of his games could have produced a fucking highlight reel. As for our respective sex lives... well let's just say that when it came to sex, he was a post-grad before he entered high school, while I never got out of pre-school, at least until that first day of senior year when D'Marcus claimed me as his go-to, deep-throat bottom boy.

Halfway through November, two weeks after basketball practice began, Jason turned cold. It came out of nowhere and went on for a couple of days. I knew something was up, but he wouldn't talk to me. Nothing like that had ever happened and I was at a loss as to what set him off. My first thought was that he'd discovered I was gay. Despite how close we were, I hadn't actually told him, but it wouldn't have been surprising if he'd heard it from someone else. You can't bottom for a roomful of horny freshmen at a Halloween party and service the mouthy star of the football team twice a day without kids talking. I'd gone black, wasn't going back, and Jason was probably the only student in school who didn't know that.

However, he was totally cool with LGBTQ students and even went out of his way to make them feel at home. And hell, he'd fucked Ben, Luke and a laundry list of other dudes and even set me up to bone Luke, so it wasn't like he was bothered by gay sex. I racked my brain trying to figure out if I'd said or done something, but I came up empty.

It got so bad that one day at practice he intentionally fouled me and sent me sprawling. Giving him the benefit of the doubt it was an unnecessarily hard foul; without the benefit of the doubt it was an intentionally dirty cheap shot. I hopped up yelling, shoving and pushing him. He would have decked me with a fist if a couple other players, mystified by our behavior, hadn't pulled us apart. Coach was not happy, telling me to run 40 half court wind sprints after practice and Jason to run twice as many.

The rest of the team had cleared out by the time I got to the locker room. I was gassed and sitting in front of my locker, having pulled off my basketball jersey and shoes, when Jason entered, tossed his jersey onto a bench and stepped in front of me. His package was inches from my face.

I shoved him away and yelled, "What's your problem?" It was like the tenth time I'd asked that question since he'd gotten pissed at me, and he hadn't answered yet. But this time he did.

He stepped back in front of me, hovering over me and glaring, with his junk back in front of my face. "I'll tell you what my problem is, faggot. Why you giving up your bubble butt to a freaking freshman when you told me no?"

So that was what he was so pissed about. Seemingly every person in high school knew I was D'Marcus' on-call bottom boy, but apparently Jason was the last to get the message. Maybe people had avoided saying anything to him because they knew I was his best friend. I felt terrible that he was upset, and yeah, given how close we were, I shouldn't have kept things from him. On the other hand, his reaction kinda made me happy. He was jealous. Jason, the reigning sex god of our high school who got more ass and pussy than any kid, was upset that I wasn't putting out for him.

I needed to fabricate a good excuse in a hurry, but I came up empty. "I'm, I'm sorry...," I mumbled.

"Yeah you a sorry faggot all right. I used to tell people my best friend was gay. Turns out I was wrong. He's a fucking faggot, a low life. He sucks every dick he can get his mouth on. Everybody knows too. Everybody knows he bends over for every man who wants a hole to fuck. Everybody knows his ass is always spread wide and he gives it up to anybody wit a hard cock."

I swallowed. Jason knew I was gay all along. Knowing him, he was probably just waiting for me to talk to him, and he'd have been great about it. I'd completely fucked up.

Jason was the last person I wanted to be mad at me. I'd wished a thousand times that I'd let him pop my cherry rather giving it up to Jeron. I wished that I'd sucked my bud off before Willy inaugurated my mouth. Jason's cock was the one I dreamed about. The only reason I'd hesitated was because he'd caught me before I was ready and, well, it was weird to think about doing it with my best friend. "I'm really sorry. It wasn't anything about you. That day on the beach was, I dunno, just too early for me."

"Don' matter anymore," Jason said, clenching his jaws.

"Yes it does. I screwed up, but I'm ready to make amends." I took a deep breath and said, "Fuck me Jase. Please!" His jaws remained clenched, his face hard.

I plunged ahead. "Five months ago on the beach you told me to think about how good it would feel to take your black heat into my mouth and get it all wet and slippery. To think about sliding the foreskin up and down your shaft and coaxing pre-cum out of it. To think about your big black dick squeezing into my tight white pussy and stretching me wide and makin me love it. I've thought about it every day since then and I want it."

Despite how well I knew Jason, I couldn't tell if I was making progress. I thought I was. "You said I had a bubble butt to die for. It's yours. Whenever you want it. And I'll deep throat your cock and swallow as much jizz as you want to shoot in my mouth."

Still he didn't respond, merely glaring at me with his jaws clenched. I had to make a move. My hands were trembling with excitement as I reached forward and slid his shorts to his knees. I bent forward, licked his sweat-soaked jock pouch, and looked up at him. "Please Jase. I wanna make love to you."

He broke his silence. "Here?!" I took his question as a good sign. At least he wasn't rejecting my overtures. If the only issue were whether he'd do me in the locker room or someplace else, I'd won.

We were alone at that moment, but there was no guarantee we'd be alone for long. Anybody could wander in – students, coaches, janitors, you name it. I didn't give a shit. I'd come to understand that I was a bit of an exhibitionist. The football game at Randol's and the Halloween party at Keon's had brought that home. The thought of doing it for an audience kinda was a turn on. Maybe getting caught was too. Maybe getting in trouble was. I didn't give a flying fuck who might see me blowing Jason or taking his tool in the ass. Indeed, I kinda wanted the whole damn school to know I was worshipping his cock.

Whatever restraints I once might have had about doing it with him were gone. "Yeah, right here. I've waited too long and wasted too much time." I thought about the gallons of his jizz that I could have enjoyed since that day on the beach. I threw myself into washing his jock with my mouth, staring into his eyes the whole time.

Jason warmed to the occasion, or at least his dick did. It thickened, the head forcing itself above the waistband of his jock strap, even though he was only semi hard. I was waking the sleeping dragon.

He growled, "You're getting off on sucking a hot and sweaty jock strap."

Well, yes, I was.

He let me work the pouch of his jock strap, but as I reached to pull it down, he grabbed my hair, pulling me off, and sneered into my face, "This is gonna be on my terms. Understand? You made a mistake and you're gonna pay. You'll do what I say. First, sniff my balls and lick the sweat off them. And then suck my cock, bitch."

My hands were shaking as I slid his sweaty jock strap down. Damn did my buddy ever have a beautiful cock. I'd seen it countless times in the gym showers and when we did sleepovers. I'd fantasized about it ever since that day on the beach when he described buttfucking Ben. I'd watched as he fisted it into a rock-hard erection and plunged it into Luke's pale white ass. But I'd never been this close to it. I could have been servicing it with my holes for years if my head hadn't been up my ass.

Jason's cock was beautiful but his entire body was too. His black skin was smooth except for a tuft of trimmed pubes at the base of his dick and – a rarity for a high school kid – a sparse spread of fine silky hair across his pecs. His muscles were awesome, sleek and wiry. His balls were like ripe pieces of fruit, ready to spurt, weighing down his ball sac until it dangled low between his thighs.

I began licking his sac, tentatively at first, tonguing the sweat that coated it. I thoroughly washed his balls and moved to licking his shaft. I worked up to taking the head into my mouth and then maneuvered his entire manhood down my throat. It wasn't an easy task. The dude was huge.

Jason stared at me as I worked. I couldn't read his masked expression.

I threw myself into the job. Yes, I was a cocksucker and I was determined to give him the best damn blow job he'd ever had. That would be a challenge, because unlike my high school sex life – at least until the last few months – sex for Jason was as easy as finding cotton candy at an amusement park. He'd gotten laid the first time exactly a week after he hit puberty and he never looked back. He was like ten or eleven years old! I was still playing with cars while he was doing the dirty. Every girl he hit on was eager to give it up to him. He had no problems getting older women to open their pussies for him, either. Actually, older women relished being seduced by the young stud. I'd witnessed a first-hand demonstration of that with Dawn, but she was hardly the only woman who loved being balled by the tall baller. For that matter, dudes hungered for Jason's nut too. He'd fucked Ben and I watched him dick Luke, but other guys happily bent over for him too. Something about Jason dripped sex appeal and made women and men lose control.

Fuck, he made me lose control, too.

Jason let me work. Unlike what Jeron and D'Marcus would have done, he didn't grab my head and ram his cock down my throat like. Virtually every man I'd sucked, with few exceptions like Randol, had treated my mouth as a fuck hole. I sorta got off on Jeron's and D'Marcus' brutality, but I also liked the challenge of making Jason feel good. I needed to make up for months of missed opportunities to worship his cock. Hell, I needed to make up for years of missed opportunities. I was so used to being face-fucked that giving him head was weird, but totally exciting.

The tall black jock's tool was rigid in no time. It was built like he was – long, lean and rock hard. His rod had thick veins running down it, exactly like the veins that graced his arms. His masculine scent drove me crazy.

I couldn't resist pulling off his cock long enough to return to his smooth ball sac, although I kept one hand on his shaft, stroking it slowly. His nuts were huge and hung low and heavy. Not content to merely swirl them around in my mouth and drench them with my spit, I shoved my face into his taint. Jason put one leg up on a bench, giving me unfettered access and I washed it, working my way to his hole and thrusting my tongue inside it. He seemed to like what I was doing. At least he didn't stop me and instead was moaning happily.

I returned to his beautiful black shaft and bobbed up and down on it, feeling his pole press against the inside of my throat as it occupied my mouth. The blow job went on for a good ten minutes as I played with his balls, keeping one hand around the base of his cock and sliding it up when I pulled my mouth off his pole.

I was on edge, expecting to be interrupted at any moment by someone coming into the locker room. Jason didn't seem phased by locker room sex. He wasn't as mindlessly focused on his dick as D'Marcus would have been, but he also didn't seem nervous about getting head from his best friend in the middle of the room. Just as I sorta wanted the entire school to know I was worshipping his tool, maybe he wanted the school to know he was face fucking his friend. He exhaled and growled, "Fuck, yeah. You're a goddam fucking bitch. Suck that cock."

Jason began breathing deeply and I sensed he might be close. I focused fully on blowing him, trying my best to ignore my own erection, which pressed against my jock strap and basketball shorts.

He began thrusting forward, at first slowly but soon his pace accelerated until he was rapidly plowing my mouth. The face fuck was on. I did little more than keep my jaws wide open as he grabbed my head and powered his dick down my throat. I sensed he was close to blowing.

He was. He growled, "Swallow my nut, slut! Swallow every drop, fucking cocksucker!" Within moments I had my first mouthful of my buddy's tangy, salty spunk. I struggled to keep up with the flood. I swear Jason's cock shot a dozen times and only toward the end did the cum faucet slow down. I was stunned by the force of his jizz explosion but also excited as hell by it.

Jason stopped pummeling my mouth and I carefully sucked the last of his spunk from his long dong and savored it. He stared at me with a blank expression that turned harsh. He grabbed my hair, pulled my mouth off his cock and bent down, sneering, "You're not done yet, cocksucker. Take my fucking shoes and socks off. With your mouth. No hands." He shoved my head to the floor.

It took forever, but with a combination of biting and tugging, I got his shoelaces untied using only my teeth. I didn't see any way that I'd maneuver his big shoes off, but Jason helped me by pulling his feet out as I clamped my teeth on his shoes. I managed to get his sweaty socks off with my teeth. It was a heck of a lot of work. It seemed only natural after that to lick and kiss his long, slender feet. I washed them as thoroughly as I had his balls. When I gazed up, he still had the same harsh look.

"On your feet and out of your clothes, bitch."

I got to my feet shakily and tugged off my shorts and jock strap. I'd been rock hard ever since I'd shoved my face into Jason's sweaty jock strap. My tool was leaking like a faucet. He sneered and flicked my dick once, causing it smack against my abs, and snarled, "I guess we know what the faggot cocksucking ho likes. I'm gonna give you a treat. You can soap me up in the shower. Do a nice job."

Jason was right about it being a treat. It was a dream come true. Once we were in the shower, he closed his eyes and let the warm spray of water run over his hard muscles and dark skin. I carefully washed every inch of his lanky body. I started with his hair, face, built arms, muscular back and broad chest. He was one of the few high school boys whose chest wasn't completely smooth. His chest hair wasn't lush by any means and he kept it trimmed, too, but he had a nice spray across his pecs that drove me crazy.

I paid particular attention to his beautiful cock, which had recently spewed in my mouth. I spent a ton of time on his ass crack, taint and low hanging balls, but it still seemed far too short. I finished with his long legs and big feet – size 16s – kissing and licking them. When I looked up the stud was slowly stroking his semi hard dick.

"I wanted your ass for years before admitting it when we got trashed that day on the beach. You made a big, big mistake in turning me down then. Now you're gonna pay for it. You're never gonna stop paying for it. You shudda given it up when I asked nicely but it's too late, because now I'm not gonna be nice. I'm gonna take your ass and fuck it the way I want - rough. I'm gonna treat you like the goddam cock whore that you are. You're nothing to me but two holes that I'm gonna use to get off. I gotta be careful fucking cunts too hard. Dudes, too. But not you. I ain't gonna be careful with your white ho holes. It's what a bitch slut like you deserves. I'm gonna bone that sweet bubble butt of yours until you fucking can't stand up. Go get my jock strap, slut."

I wondered why Jason wanted his dirty jock, but upon my return I soon had my answer. He shoved it into my mouth and snarled, "Don't want any noise out of you when I rip into your tight little hole, white boy. You're about to get fucked into tomorrow."

I instinctively turned toward the wall of the shower, pressing my bare chest against the cool tile. I arched my back and pushed my ass out. I understood I was surrendering it to him, and I hoped he did too. He put my hands on the wall above my head, slapped several handfuls of soap into my butt crack, and swatted my bare buns until I was sure they were bright red. My butt was stinging and burning.

The smell of the rank jock, coupled with the aftertaste of the black baller's spunk, drove me crazy. Jason pressed the head of his cock into my ass crack, forcing his way into my anus slightly. I tried to relax my hole and push out to meet his pressure.

He growled in my ear, "Feel that cock, boy? It's inside you. But it's gonna go all the way up your ho hole. From now on I own you. Whenever I wanna get off, you're gonna get me off. You're just a fucking piece of meat that's mine."

I don't know how Jason expected me to react, but I was excited and happy. He flexed his thighs, thrusting into me another inch and breaching my sphincter. I tried to gasp, but with my mouth filled with smelly jock, nothing came out.

He paused for several long seconds before grabbing my hips with both hands. He pulled out slightly and then rammed into me, sinking in all the way with one powerful thrust that I would never forget. It was a brutal conquest of my ass. I wanted to scream my fucking head off but with my mouth stuffed full of jock strap, nothing came out but a strangled gurgle. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart.

The buttbone was on. My bud had only one fuck speed. Fast, furious and frantic. I'd gotten a demonstration when he dicked Luke, but that was like a jog in the park compared to the full sprint fuck he delivered to my sorry ass. He began pounding my hole, frequently pulling all the way out before slamming back in and grinding his cock deep inside me. Jason's prick quickly passed from hurting like hell to feeling awesome. Crushed against the shower wall, my own erection was getting worked by the motion of Jason's ass assault. Damn, the dude felt so good inside me.

I was close to sensory overload. The smell and aroma of Jason's jock, the feel of his sparse chest hair against my back, the tickling of his kinky pubes against my smooth ass cheeks, the lingering taste of his nut in my mouth and the motion of my cock against the wall was too much. Oh yeah, there was also the small fact that the stud was working my prostate like nobody before. I shot hands-free, coating the shower wall with sphlooge. As my nut erupted, I was reduced to a shaking, unstable mess. If the hunk's dick wasn't pinning me to the wall, I think I might have collapsed.

Jason couldn't see my mess and I couldn't figure out how he knew I'd shot, but he knew. Maybe I clenched my ass around his cock as I shot. He snarled into my ear, "That ain't the last time I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you, white boy. I'm gonna use your white ho bubble butt over and over until your ass is ripped and raw. You'll beg me to bone you." I'd already begged, but I had no doubt that I'd do it again and again. My hole felt incredible with Jason's cock inside it.

I was 6'5", but Jason was three inches taller. He'd squatted down when he entered me, but he apparently tired of bending his legs. He lifted me up, keeping his dick wedged in my hole, and placed my legs around his. I was impaled on his black dong, balanced only with my arms on the shower wall and my legs wrapped around his thin, rock- hard stilts. Holding my hips, he began a rapid-fire, piston fuck of my hole, panting in my ear as he drilled me. "You better get used to his, ho. My dick is gonna live in your tight twat, fuckhead. I'm gonna bone you so many times that I'm gonna wear out your asscunt."

Bring it on!

It took him a long time to cum. It always takes longer to climax when you're standing, and the tall stud had already blown a load down my throat. I kept thinking he was close, but the fuck machine kept right on balling me at full speed. My tool never got completely soft and the pressure of Jason's fuck stick against my prostate made me think I could climax again.

All good things come to an end, and Jason's first fuck of my ass couldn't last forever. He slammed me against the wall, crushing me, and his boner throbbed as cum exploded inside my fuck chute. He panted heavily and we were both soaked from a combination of sweat and steam from the shower. He held me in place for several long moments as his nut finished filling my ass before slowly letting my legs slide to the floor.

I was too dazed to move and shaky enough that I wasn't certain I could stand without holding the shower wall. Jason slapped my ass cheeks several times and stepped back into the water while I stood facing the wall with my ass tingling. My hole felt sadly empty.

He quickly soaped for the second time and rinsed. I couldn't resist looking over my shoulder and admiring the view as the soap suds coated his hard muscles and dark skin. I'd always snuck looks at my bud's awesome body, but now that I was exposed as a gay boy, I felt at ease openly staring at him. Yeah, worshipping him. His big cock and low hanging balls were incredible, as was his broad chest and six pack.

Jason caught me staring and turned off the water. He looked at me defiantly, gripping his big dick and squeezing it. He strode over to me, slapped my bare buns again and snarled, "What they say about you is right. Damn right. You got a tight white hole made for big black cock. You're mine, fucker, and don't ever forget that."

He clamped a big hand around my throat and grabbed my wet hair, pulling my head back so I was staring at the ceiling. I felt his chest hair against my bare back and his soft cock wedged in my butt crack. He growled into my ear, "All this time the dude I thought was my best friend lied to me. All this time I had a cum dump ho right next to me. Now we both know what you are. Cocksucking bitch who takes it up the ass.

"I ain't done using your bubble butt. Not by a long shot. I'm gonna breed you whenever I want. We're rooming together on road trips and don't count on sleeping, `cuz I like getting off at least four or five times and you're taking all of that nut in your mouth or your ass. You better make sure you can still hit those three-pointers you're so good at with a butt full of my babymakers swimming in your boi pussy."

He slapped my ass cheeks yet again, hard, causing them to sting. "From now on, whenever you see this cock, be prepared to spread your legs, `cuz it's gonna be inside your faggot ass and making your white tool drool. Your ass is mine for breeding whenever I want. Now that I know what a ho you are and how you love black cock in both holes, I guess I can do whatever I want wit you."

Shit. We'd been friends forever, but in that instant the change in our relationship crystalized. The lanky black ballplayer morphed from my buddy into a dominant black stud and I became his submissive bitch boi. In truth I'd always wanted him, but he instantly became the man I hungered for. I didn't respond but nodded my acquiescence.

That wasn't good enough for him. He slapped my face, hard, and growled, "What you say boy?"

I mumbled, "Yes, sir!" I was surprised I could actually hear myself, because I was talking through a wet jock strap.

He left, leaving his jock stuffed in my mouth. I hoped he wouldn't return for it and he didn't. I couldn't hold back and used it to collect the spunk running down the backs of my legs, rubbing it into the jock and giving the frayed pouch an even better aroma. Relishing the smell, I whacked off another load in the shower, not giving a shit who might catch me. That jock would never be washed, unless you counted the spit bath it would get when I stuffed it in my mouth and jerked off.

I barely slept that night. I was higher than a kite and happier than a pig in mud. By morning my dick was as raw as my ass and my balls were drained from jerking off repeatedly as I relived Jason's shower fuck. Despite that, I hopped out of bed excited and eager to go to school, see the stud baller and surrender my holes to him again.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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