Gone Black - Chapter 13 – Marcus' Test

Gone Black - Chapter 13 – Marcus' Test

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 13 – MARCUS' TEST

Halfway through the day after I met Coach Marcus, I stopped trying to concentrate on school, instead giving into my fantasies about what the former NFL star intended, all the while taking pains to hide a boner that would not disappear. Damn! What if, despite being straight, he planned to try my holes? Marcus was a tall, muscular black daddy who oozed sex appeal, at least to me. Hell, who was I kidding? He oozed sex appeal to everyone. He was what Jason would be in 25 years. A man who had zero problems getting sex and had never been turned down. I wanted nothing more than to be on my knees in front of him and taste his black snake.

I met D'Marcus at the john as usual at lunch and hustled him into the parking lot with a quick explanation that he accepted only begrudgingly. The lot was empty enough that I gauged the risk of being caught low, so I sucked him off in the back seat of my clunky car. The muscle teen didn't care where he got his rocks off, as long as he got to flood my hungry mouth with his spunk. I didn't think it was possible, but lately it seemed like his loads were bigger and bigger. I had trouble swallowing all of this one, but maybe that was because I wasn't on my knees – or on a toilet – when he spermed me. As we left, I made a mental note that I needed to leave my car at the back of the lot where nobody else parked, because D'Marcus and I would be spending a lotta lunch hours there.

I was able to focus a little on basketball during practice but was back to being distracted as soon as we left the gym. Jason didn't take the opportunity to corner me in the shower or shove me into the towel room and pummel my ass. Normally I would've been disappointed, but I hadn't broken the news to him that Coach had ordered no on-campus sex. For that matter, I hadn't told him about my leaving the team at the end of the month. I was sure he was passing on a post-practice pummeling of my ass because he was hooking up with a girlfriend later to study. About the only things he'd be studying were her tits and pussy and about the only thing she'd be studying was his big black cock. I didn't care to hear about it. Now that he was fucking me regularly, he hadn't been getting it on with women much lately and I was less interested in his stories about the girls he did or the dudes he boned.

Maybe Jason had temporarily gotten enough of my ass. On the previous Sunday we'd goofed around and played some ball together, and late in the afternoon he casually told me, "Make up a good excuse for your mom as to why you're not coming home tonight. I got a lotta nut saved up that I'm gonna pump in your tight ass. And I'm gonna use it all night long." He made good on his promise. After seeding me five or six times before we went to sleep, he woke up with a juicy slab of morning wood that he worked off by ramming it into my sloppy butt and riding me. It was the first time I'd actually slept with another dude, but after that, I knew sleeping with a man was what I wanted to do forever. Ironically, my absence at my mom's that night might have given Julius the window of opportunity he needed to make my mom the offer she couldn't refuse about selling the house.

I got to the diner where I was meeting Marcus early and drove around a while before parking. Even though the place wasn't far from school, I'd never been inside. It was a throwback, built at the height of the art deco era with curved lines and lots of chrome. It would have been right at home on Miami Beach. The diner was more of a breakfast and lunch spot, and when the clientele came for dinner it was usually for the early bird special at 5:00. As a result, the place was mostly empty, even though it was only 8:00 p.m..

As soon as I was inside I easily spotted Marcus, in a booth next to the row of windows overlooking the sidewalk. He smiled as I sat down. The man was incredibly handsome.

"No second thoughts, Collins?"

"No sir."

"You're sure?"

"Yes sir. I'm completely sure."

"Good."

A waitress arrived and Marcus ordered coffee. "Have anything you want," he offered. I'd eaten an hour and a half earlier and while that seldom affected my ability to chow down, I felt awkward eating alone, so I ordered a soda. The waitress quickly brought my drink and filled a cup for Marcus.

He was quiet, seemingly studying me, and I kept my mouth shut. The place had old-time jukeboxes on each table with flip pages that you used to select a song. Someone was playing Sinatra, which seemed appropriate for the setting.

A short, middle-aged black man came into the diner and walked past our table. He gave me a long look that I chalked up to the usual reaction I got. Weren't many white boys in the ghetto. Actually, Marcus' presence was probably a bigger surprise, because he'd made a fortune playing football and could afford to live wherever he wanted and eat at fancy places. But I don't think the man recognized him.

As soon as he passed by, Marcus said, matter-of-factly, "You're gonna seduce that man. From the look he gave you, it won't be hard. I'd guess he has a certain fondness for twinks, white boys in particular. Detour by his table on the way to the restroom and give him the same long, hungry look he gave you. Except make it longer and hungrier. Look back over your shoulder to make sure he follows you into the john. Then, give him whatever he wants. Don't come back without a load of his spunk in your ass."

I must have looked stunned because Marcus added, "You said no second thoughts. Still time to change your mind."

What was I getting myself into? I had no idea, but I had no intention of turning back. I shook my head and said confidently, "I'm not changing my mind." I chugged most of my soda, got up from the table and headed in the direction of the man's table.

Shit. I'd never actually picked up a dude. Randol was probably the closest, but even though he was a dreamboat, sucking him off in the restroom was his idea and not mine. My heart was thumping as I wandered past the man's table and made sure to stare into his eyes. He met my gaze with a faint, knowing smile. I rounded toward the restroom, swished my ass a little for good measure and glanced over my shoulder the way Marcus instructed. The man was watching me.

As chance would have it, the restroom was down a long hallway that went past the busboys' station, and I recognized one from school. Ricky was a senior in my class, half Asian and half black. He was light skinned and had straight hair, apparently inherited from his Asian side. He kept it on the long side and was constantly pushing it out of his eyes. He wasn't a jock so I didn't know him beyond recognizing him and knowing his name.

I nodded to him as I passed and he frowned, but his look quickly changed to a half sneer. I got that a lot, ever since word got around about me being the school cum dump.

The kid followed me into the restroom. "Hey Collins, is what I hear about you true? That you suck cock? Any cock? That you take it up the ass? From anyone who wants to get off?" He groped his junk as he said it.

Damn. I was supposed to be seducing the middle-aged man, not hooking up with one of my classmates. Still, denying Ricky's allegation would be silly, given it was common knowledge. I opted for a noncommittal response. "What's it to you, Ricky?"

He laughed. "I'll tell you what it is to me. Gets damn boring around here this time of night and my girlfriend's on the rag. That means I'm horny and I've got a big load saved up. I figure you coming in here tonight was perfect timing. Whaddaya say you give me a little head?"

I'd been turned on all day and normally would have seriously considered taking a load, but doing Ricky was not part of Marcus' instructions. I chewed my lip, pondering how to get rid of him.

"Maybe you want me to shove it up your ass? I hear you gotta tight hole and you don't mind who fucks it." He continued to grope himself, leering.

"Um, I gotta do something."

He continued to press. "Yeah, how about doing me first?" He wasn't shy, going as far as unzipping his pants and pulling his soft dick out. "I bet you want this. Heard you give damn good head, Collins. Heard you sucked off half the football team."

That was Sheila, not me. I guess for some of my classmates, it had become a point of pride to claim they'd done me. Which, I suppose, was kinda flattering. Weird, too. Normally dudes wouldn't want it known that they hooked up with another guy, but apparently getting sucked by a jock or fucking him in the ass was in a different category.

"Everybody knows D'Marcus owns your ass, but he's not here now. I can tell you want this."

At that moment the restroom door opened and the middle-aged man stepped into the room. Ricky hurriedly stuffed his junk back into his pants, but the man clearly saw it.

"Sorry for the interruption. From the looks, I take it you were about to have a little fun."

Ricky panicked. He gestured at me and said, "He wanted it! He sucks everyone off! Takes it in the ass, too."

The man slowly turned to me with a faint smile. "Is that true, boy?"

I'm a crappy at lying, and my first instinct is to tell the truth, so I did. "Yes sir." It would probably only help my goal of seducing the man anyway.

"Interesting. So how many times have you two hooked up?"

Ricky was still shaken from being caught with his dick out and was intent on making it my fault. "Never! I swear! But he wanted my cock! He was begging me to show it to him and let him suck it."

"That right?"

"Yeah! And he wanted me to shove it in his ass and fuck him! He wanted me to juice his butt! He's a faggot cocksucker! He's a fucking whore!"

Gazing directly into my eyes, the man asked, "Is that what happened?"

Well, not exactly. I hadn't begged Ricky to show me his cock and let me suck on it. I would have but for my mission of seducing the man. No point in quibbling. I shrugged, which was basically an admission.

"So you want to go down on Ricky and suck his cock, then let him fuck you in the ass until he cums? And you want to do it here, in this restroom?" I wondered how the man knew Ricky's name, but the dude wore a nametag so that probably explained it.

I would have said yes except my goal was to do the man and not Ricky. When I hesitated, Ricky rushed to say, "I bet he does it in johns all the time!"

The man raised an eyebrow, but I could hardly claim Ricky was wrong, even if he was only making that up and had no way of knowing. The man took my silence as an admission and smirked. "Well, don't stop on my account." He looked at Ricky and added, "Go ahead and fuck the whore. I'll pay him to let you shove it in his mouth and then plow his ass while I watch. I like watching and I like fucking a sloppy ass. Make sure his asscunt is nice and juicy when you're done. I'll keep anyone else from coming in while you're fucking the bitch."

I was taken aback by the man thinking I was a hustler. He'd apparently taken Ricky's comment about me being a whore at face value rather what I knew it was, a high school put down. Of course, maybe he'd reached that conclusion even before entering the restroom, based on the way I'd strutted past his table and openly solicited him.

Ricky was relieved to be off the hook and apparently wasn't bothered by the scene; he took the man up on his offer in moments. The kid got a big smile on his face, dropped his pants, and pulled off his shirt. He had an okay body for a high school kid. Actually better than okay. He had a few muscles, a flat stomach and was smooth; no hair other than his pubes and pits. I suppose that was the Asian half, although a lotta black dudes are smooth too, particularly in high school.

The kid was on a roll. Licking his lips, he said, "On your knees, whore. Let's see if your mouth is as good as everyone says it is."

I was back to giving restroom blow jobs. This time I had an audience, and my exhibitionist side came out. I dropped down and went to work on Ricky's dong.

I'd heard Asian dudes had small cocks, but if that were the case, Ricky had inherited his tool from the African American side of his family. I licked it up and down, coaxed him into an erection in little time, and gradually deep throated him. His rod was on the slender side but rock hard and long. And I do mean long. It was a helluva nice piece of meat. He moaned the entire time I serviced him, making me wonder if I was giving him better head than his girlfriend. I set out to make sure that was the case.

The man was enjoying the show, smiling, and rubbing his cock through his pants. Performing for him was kinda hot and I kept glancing at him, staring into his eyes. I didn't hesitate when he growled, "Take your clothes off, whore. I wanna see if that ass is as good as I think it is."

"Oh it is," Ricky said. "That ass takes more cock than any cunt in school."

I tossed my clothes over the wall separating the stall and got back on my knees. Ricky didn't fuck my face for long after that before he got behind me and spread my ass crack. I was still on my knees, and the kid was short enough that to line his tool up with my hole, he had to stand and squat down. He plunged his rod into my ass, exclaiming, "Fuck yeah!" It took him a couple of thrusts to get all the way inside. Happily, his tool didn't hurt. Maybe a bit, but after a minute or so it felt great.

Ricky was like most high school kids, interested in getting off as quickly as he could. He started piston fucking my hole and I looked up to see the man with his iPhone out, filming us.

Fuck! I hadn't signed up for that. I thought about jumping up and stopping the man, but before I made any move he dropped his cell into his pocket. I was left with a queasy feeling in my stomach.

Growling, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" over and over, Ricky climaxed in something like five minutes. He squatted the entire time, but that didn't seem to bother him. My dick was rock hard and dripping pre-cum. It would have been anyway but performing for the black man made it better. Cognizant that I was supposed to seduce him, I stared at him and licked my lips as Ricky rammed his tool into my boi pussy. I thought maybe he might come over and turn the scene into a spit roast, but he didn't move.

Ricky panted as he blew his load, shooting a huge load of spunk into my asscunt. He exhaled and as he pulled out he said, "Damn I needed that." He slapped my bare buns a couple of times, laughing, and added, "D'Marcus is one lucky dude. But anytime you want some more nut, you let me know." He'd progressed from doing me only because his girlfriend was sidelined to being interested in doing me whenever. I kinda smiled.

Grinning, the man said to me, "A slut thanks the stud who's bred him by cleaning the dude's cock with his mouth. You gonna do that?"

I don't think getting his cock sucked again had occurred to Ricky, but he was all over the idea. "Yeah, slut, wash my cock with your mouth." He stuck his cummy fuck stick into my face and before I knew it, I was mouthing it. Not that I probably wouldn't have done it anyway. I mean, it was hardly the first time that I'd swallowed a dick that had just emerged from my ass.

I was fully into performing for my audience, so I put on a show of thoroughly cleaning Ricky's cock. But not for long, because once I slurped the cum off his fuck stick he hurriedly collected his clothes and split. The dude never got completely soft and his rod was actually getting harder the longer I sucked on it. I figured he'd probably be good for seconds, maybe even thirds, but he had to get back to work. As he left, he commented about how tight my ass was and how good it felt to bone me.

The middle-aged man told him to tell other customers the restroom was temporarily closed for cleaning. Given the lack of customers, it seemed unlikely we'd be disturbed anyway.

I was still on my knees and the man circled around me like he was inspecting a hunk of meat he'd just bought. "You really are a faggot slut, aren't you? I like a bitch who stays hard when their getting their brains fucked out." I didn't reply, but I couldn't remember not being hard when I had a dick in my butt.

He pried my ass open with his fingers, causing Ricky's load to dribble out. He scooped some of the jizz out with his fingers and stuck them into my mouth. I dutifully sucked. Then bent down and licked my anus. I guess he liked eating ass cum. He worked me long enough to leave my ass wet and circled around me, faced me and pulled his cock from his pants. "Suck boy. That hairless ass is incredible and I'm gonna remember fucking you for a long time. Worth every penny."

The compliment was good, although I didn't know what to think about him considering me a hustler. It didn't bother me all that much. Actually, it was a bit of a turn on.

I went to work on his prick, which was darker than Ricky's but not as dark as D'Marcus'. I loved all versions of black cock. It might have been a tad bit larger than average but wasn't as big as Ricky's teen dong. I sucked it until it was hard, and he pulled it from my mouth and slapped it across my face a couple of times. "Put your underwear back on. Nothing better than fucking a twink through a hole in the back of his underwear. Don't worry, I'll buy you a new pair."

Weird, but it was kinda hot to play along. I retrieved my underwear and slipped into them, and the dude put me on all fours, took a pocketknife and ripped a huge hole in them. He eased me back until I felt his stiff prick in my crack. "How's that dick feel in your ass crack? I think I know. You're a fucking cum slut."

He ran his hands across my abs and chest, fished my cock through the hole in my boxers and began stroking my hardon. As horny as I'd been all day, I knew I wouldn't last long if he kept it up. He did. His fist slid up and down on my shaft, coated in my own pre-cum. The man growled in my ear, "Yeah, give it to me, slut. Shoot it! Nothing better than a horny hustler. I like a boy with a stiff cock. Too many boys are soft."

I shivered as I felt his dick in my crack and he jacked me to a climax. My load splattered onto the restroom floor, which I figured I'd need to clean up before I left. He continued to fist me but I never got completely soft.

"Face down and ass up, boy. On the floor. I want you in that big pool of cum you just shot. I'm gonna fuck your whore hole and fuck it good."

I guess putting me flat on the floor was the man's solution to not being tall enough to fuck me doggy style without pulling off Ricky's feat of dicking me while squatting down. I'd been in much worse restrooms, but a day of business had taken its toll and the floor wasn't exactly clean. I wasn't keen lowering myself onto it, particularly with my own jizz coating the floor, but there was also something degrading about the scene that turned me on. I dropped down.

"That's right, boy. Raise that white bubble butt and spread those long legs." He crawled on top of me and he probed my crack with his hard dick, searching for my hole. He found it, sliding into me with a grunt. It was weird and kinda hot getting buttboned on the floor by a middle-aged dude still wearing all of his clothes.

"Damn, boy. Your ass is tight even after that other boy bred you." Having the dude's full weight on me wasn't comfortable, but my hole felt good with a dick inside it.

The man fucked me longer than Ricky, but apparently not as long as he'd hoped. After he shot inside me, he grunted, "Damn. That was over too quick." He pulled out and said, "Stay where you are, slut. I like looking at those torn underwear and that bubble butt with ball juice running out of your hole." I followed orders. Leaving the john with him probably wasn't a great idea anyway, plus I had to clean up.

To my chagrin, he took a picture of me with his iPhone as he was leaving and then dropped two fifty-dollar bills on my bare back along with an extra five. "The five is for your underwear. The show you put on with that busboy, coupled with your tight ass, was worth every penny. I eat dinner here every week at this time. Come back and I'll make it worth your while."

Flat on the floor as the restroom door closed and I was alone, it hit home that I'd taken money for sex. I wasn't certain how I felt about that. There was something degrading about it, but I'd gotten $100 for something I would have done anyway, along with five bucks for a pair of boxers that were practically worn out. It was an unexpected payday and I could use the money. If the dude who'd just fucked me thought it was worth it, what was the problem? He might have enjoyed it more thinking I was a hustler than if I'd done him for free.

I had spunk all over my stomach, not to mention a cummy ass. I cleaned up as best I could and tried to get the slop off the floor. I debated going commando and consigning my torn underwear to the trash, but I put them back on. Even ripped they might soak up the cum that was likely to leak from my ass, and I might keep them around as jack off material, particularly if they smelled of dick juice.

With the restaurant almost deserted, it figured that Ricky would be at the busboy station as I made my way down the hallway. He gave me a gloating smile. He looked different now that he'd bred me. He brushed away an unruly lock of black hair from his eyes, something he did constantly, but this time the movement seemed sexy to me. Why I don't know, but the dude was kinda hot.

"Stop by any night when it's not busy, Collins. And it's never busy at night. I'll give you what you want. A little of this." He groped himself and might have still been semi hard. "I didn't believe your ass and your mouth could be as good as kids said they were, but damn, they were right. You really are a cock whore, aren't you?"

"You tell me."

He laughed. "Yeah, you are."

I gave him a small smile and said, "Later."

He grinned big. "You know where to find me." He couldn't resist cupping his cock and adding, "And find this."

I kinda liked the dude's enthusiasm. And yeah, he did have a great cock. The weird thing was sex was the only reason we'd even spoken to each other. I was a big jock and Ricky wasn't, which meant we were in different social circles, end of story. But this year I'd been thrust into an additional role – cock whore, at the bottom of the social scale – and that was changing the way kids at school viewed me, and the way I viewed myself. It wasn't all for the bad.

When I returned to the table, Marcus' coffee cup was empty. From the empty packets of sweetener on the table, he apparently had plenty of refills. "You were gone a long time, which pretty well establishes that you were successful."

"Um, yes sir."

"That's what I figured when that dude came out of the restroom. He was happy, left the waitress a big tip, and had a big, shit-eating grin on his face."

I felt compelled to come clean about the money the man had given me. "Um, he gave me some money."

"Of course he did. You think your teenaged ass is the first one he's bought? Hell, every kid who comes in here knows he can make a fast buck as long as he's willing to bend over and grab his ankles for the dude. And they can make more if they're willing to let one of their friends dick them while he watches. Quite a number of them swallow their pride and do it. Money talks and it's real easy when your friends or your brothers are already doing it." I wondered if Ricky made an extra tip now and then. The man knew his name, although of course there was the nametag.

"Speaking of watching, the busboy has a big smile too and has been awfully cheerful."

I felt my face blush. "Um, he's a guy who goes to my high school."

"And you let him fuck you too?"

"Uh huh." Remembering my manners, I said, "Yes sir, I did."

"Did you like it when the dude watched?"

I'm sure by now my face looked like it was on fire. "Um, I kinda did. Sir!"

Marcus shook his head, but he was more humored by my restroom antics than upset. After all, he'd suggested it in the first place. Well, at least the part about the middle-aged man fucking me. Ricky and the sex performance just sorta happened.

"Let's go for a walk," Marcus said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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