Gone Black - Chapter 14 - The Challenge

Gone Black - Chapter 14 - The Challenge

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 14 – THE CHALLENGE

Marcus paid the bill and we headed into the park across the street. It was less dangerous and sinister than the one across from my dad's old apartment, but even so few people ventured into it at night. Although it was balmy for December, the air was still cool. Thinking I'd just be outside long enough to make it from my car to the diner, I hadn't brought a coat and was only wearing an old hoody. As long as we kept moving I hoped I'd be fine.

The moon cast enough of a glow that, along with the handful of streetlights, it was easy enough to see. We reached a tall obelisk in the center of the park and Marcus stopped and turned to face me. "On your knees. Arms behind you, folded, forearms across your lower back." Surprised by his terse, sudden order, I quickly complied. He circled in front of me, and with the dim lighting in the park, I could only make out his outline. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock.

My eyes shot open. Fuck! I'd get my wish of doing him. I was excited, my heart beating rapidly, and my mouth watering for his dick.

"You know what to do."

"Yes, sir." I crept forward on my knees, keeping my hands behind me, and bent forward to lick his tool. It was a challenge to deliver a great, handsfree blow job, but I was totally turned on and up for it. Literally. My dick was powering into an erection despite the confines of my jeans.

I licked Marcus' big, thick black shaft, taking the head into my mouth even before it began to stiffen. The heat from the man's meat was noticeable in the chilly air. I threw myself into the task at hand – or maybe the dick in face – by attacking Marcus' pole like my life depended on it. I couldn't believe I was sucking the cock of an amazingly handsome man, not to mention an NFL legend. To be precise, I was sucking the thick, veiny cock of an NFL legend. The setting – a public park where anyone could walk by – only heightened my excitement. I chowed down on his big snake, gradually coaxing it into an impressive erection. I detoured briefly to soak his hairy ball sac before getting back to job one: sucking off the black hunk.

The stud's manhood filled my mouth and then some. I loved how it forced its way down my throat, demanding entrance and occupying it mercilessly. Soon I was swallowing his thick shaft to the root, tonguing the head, and doing my best to coax a load of ball juice from his big eggs. I shivered in the cold but was too excited to be bothered.

Marcus pulled his stiff pole from my mouth. I was disappointed but soon understood why. He produced a device I recognized. A metal mouth clamp whose purpose was to keep the victim's mouth wide open for face fucking.

"You know what this is?"

"Yes, sir." It was similar to the one Keon had used on me at his Halloween party.

"Then you know what to do with it." I worked the thing into my mouth and Marcus strapped it behind my head. Without thinking I put my arms behind my back again and Marcus slid his massive tool down my throat. His big hands closed around my head and he took control of the what had been a blow job and turned it into a face fuck, holding my head with an iron grip and thrusting his rod down my throat. It seemed to go farther and farther each time. Soon I was slobbering spit and reduced to concentrating on breathing.

"Fuck yeah," he growled softly. He sped up, drilling my mouth like it was a wet tunnel made for his tool. He began panting slightly as he rammed his cock down my throat and his big balls flapped against my chin each time his shaft skewered my mouth.

Marcus seemed to get close but then simply held himself on the brink of a climax. He wasn't edging so much as maintaining himself a thrust or two from shooting. It was a damn impressive display of discipline. I practically held my breath waiting for his nut. The anticipation was driving me crazy.

Marcus hissed, "Eat my spunk. Prove to me you're a slut." Moments later, his load spurted, and his seed filled my mouth. I gulped it down, wondering when the flood would end. His first volley was thick and salty, but he seemed to ejaculate more each time his balls discharged. Eventually the flow stopped. The dude was barely panting.

I dutifully swallowed every drop, and then nursed his black python until it softened. I looked up to see him staring at me with a look I couldn't decipher.

"Stand up. Hands behind your back."

I got to my feet clumsily. Without being able to use my arms for balance, it wasn't easy. I still had the taste of his jizz in my mouth, and some smeared on my face, too, where his thick snake had rested after he pulled it out of my mouth. I didn't try to wipe it off.

The tall stud removed the mouth gag. Not a moment too soon because my jaws were about to cramp. I worked my mouth in relief.

His next command took me by surprise. "Jeans off."

"Here?" My reaction was a mixture of confusion about dropping my pants in public, but mostly trepidation that he'd discover the huge hole in my underwear. He didn't respond to the question I'd blurted out but didn't need to. His glare was answer enough. Resigned to my fate and hoping nobody would see me, I dropped my jeans. In the chilly air, I was beginning to shiver.

Marcus chuckled when he saw the state of my boxers. "The ripped underwear is a nice touch. You usually advertise you ass this way?"

"Um, no, sir. It, uh, happened in the restroom at the diner."

"Well, this look is perfect for where you're going." I wondered what that might mean but didn't have time to think about it because he handed me a ball gag. This time he didn't ask if I knew what it was, instead saying, "You know what to do with this one."

I'd had one in my mouth before. I dutifully attached it. At least my mouth wasn't forced open as much as it was with the mouth gag. When I was finished, Marcus said, "Pull your hood over your head. It'll keep you warmer." I felt a little less exposed with my head covered, but it would have been better if my ass had been covered.

Marcus fixed his eyes on me and gave me a challenging look. After a long minute, he pointed to the far side of the park. "Start walking. Keep your eyes forward and under no circumstances look back. Arms folded behind your back. Your jeans stay here. They'll only get in the way. Give me your wallet and car keys in case they disappear. I'll meet you at the diner when you're done." My heart thumping, I fished my wallet and keys from the pocket of my jeans and handed them over.

"At the other end of the park, next to the river, is a section known as the Bramble. It's been left wild, with some pathways that wind their way through the tall grass and the marshes. It's known for gay cruising. You won't find as much action now, in December, as in the summer, but it's warm enough tonight that you won't be alone. Don't come back until you have three more loads in your ass to go with the two already there."

"Yes, sir." I was excited and scared shitless.

"You're gonna be bred raw. It's what happens to a cum dump. Think about that. You can't speak and can't look left or right or behind you. You have to use your body to communicate that your ass is open to anyone who wants it, and that you want to get fucked. Arch your back and stick your butt out just right. Concentrate on using only the movements of your body, your ass in particular, to beg men to fuck you silly."

I took a deep breath and never hesitated as I began walking. With my head covered, my hoody kept me fairly warm, but feeling the cool air on my bare ass was strange. It didn't help that a trickle of ball cream was leaking from my ass. The scene didn't soften my stiff rod, only added to the excitement.

As Marcus said, the Bramble had been left in its original state, other than a maze of walkways, some concrete and some no more than dirt paths, that ran through thick vegetation. Most of the leaves had fallen from the trees and bushes, but there were enough evergreens and tall marsh plants that it was difficult to see far.

I walked past several solitary men, either strolling along the pathways, leaning on trees or sitting on benches. They gave me long looks but didn't say anything. They ranged in age from teenagers to much older men. A couple openly cruised me as I passed by, only to smirk as they got a view of the hole in my boxers. The novelty of a tall, gangly white teenager without pants and with a ball gag stuffed in his mouth seemed to attract attention.

In a small alcove, I spotted an older white dude on his knees in front of a pair of black teenagers. The kids had pulled boners out of their pants and were working them. One of them said, "Now that you've seen our cocks, mister, you gotta pay us before you can suck `em." I passed by, keeping to the script, my eyes forward and my hands behind my back.

I reached the river and realized I needed a plan. I had to get at least three men interested in fucking my ass. My sole experience of picking up guys had come little more than an hour earlier in the diner. It had gone well enough, but that dude had a thing for white teenagers. The men wandering through the Bramble might not.

I had a sudden idea. I retraced my steps to a picnic table that was up a slight hill from the riverbank. I'd bent over a similar one countless times as Jeron punished my ass, and perhaps this one would work as well. Leaning over the side of the table, I pulled my ruined boxers down to my ankles, although with the gaping hole in the back I could have left them on. But from a distance having my underwear at my ankles would make what I was offering blatantly apparent. I spread my legs wide the way Jeron always demanded, arched my back, and pushed out my butt. Any dude on a night of cruising who couldn't figure out what I was offering wasn't paying attention.

The steel of the table was cool through my hoody and for several long minutes I heard nothing except a few insects and birds and perhaps a small rodent or two scurrying through the underbrush. I think a couple of men may have passed by, but I couldn't tell for sure. It was cold enough that I was shivering and I began to have doubts about what the hell was I doing. My butt exposed in a public park in the middle of December? What was I thinking?

However, I stayed put and was startled when I felt a man's hands on my bare buns. He wrenched my crack apart, causing me to gasp, and spit on my hole several times. He kicked my feet farther apart so that my entire weight was on the table. I held my breath, waiting to be penetrated and sure enough, a hard cock slid between my buns and past my sphincter. I moaned as he completely took possession of my fuck chute with his steel rod.

He wasn't huge, but small either. After Ricky had opened me up and I'd taken a second cock in the diner, my ass didn't hurt. I didn't try to see who was buttfucking me; Marcus's instructions were to not turn around. Maybe he only meant I shouldn't turn around while I was walking, but maybe not, and getting bred by a man I couldn't see was kinky and kinda hot. He could have been 16 or 60; I had no way of knowing. I heard nothing but heavy breathing as the mystery man began a consistent, rough fuck of my defenseless hole. He rammed his hard shaft into me and ground it relentlessly, slapping my ass as he withdrew before slamming back in.

It wasn't a long fuck but not a particularly short one either. The man never said a word. Neither did I; Marcus had ordered me to stay silent and the ball gag didn't exactly facilitate conversation. The dude buttfucking me kept my ass crack pried open with his hands and rammed me with consistent thrusts. He wasn't a kid; kids don't fuck that way. At the end he jammed his dick deep inside me with several quick, forceful thrusts and his spunk spurted into my sloppy cum chute.

I'd crossed yet another boundary in my sexual exploration. I'd gotten fucked by an anonymous man whose face I'd never seen. I never even saw his dick, only felt it inside me.

Apparently we'd attracted an audience. Maybe it was the sound of my bare buns getting spanked repeatedly. As soon as the man pulled out, another dude asked, "That white twink have a tight ass?" Whoever had just fucked me stayed in character, not speaking but grunting a response that sounded affirmative but could probably only be interpreted with the benefit of whatever facial expression or nod he added. The second man responded, "Nice."

I felt another set of hands on my ass and a dude's hot breath on my neck. "You wanna be bred like a bitch, white boy?"

Limited to grunts and gurgles with the ball gag, all I got out was, "Uh huh." Hard to know if it translated, but the dude either heard me or decided he knew without asking. He growled, "Fuck yeah, you do."

He didn't bother to spit on my hole. From what I could tell, it was leaking enough spunk that he didn't need more lube. I heard him fisting himself and after a long minute or two, he slid his stiff cock into my hole. "Damn that's tight!" he exhaled.

It soon became clear that I was merely a hunk of meat to the anonymous men. I kinda liked it. I loved a stiff cock in my ass and the scene was exciting and hot. However, it struck me that it might get old fast. I mean, I couldn't see venturing into the Bramble week after week in search of sex. But tonight it was new and stimulating, dangerous and arousing. It was also fucking cold.

"Stick that ass out more," my assailant growled. "Show me how hungry you are for my jizz." I did as he instructed, pushing my ass back and arching my back. He sank farther into me and his rough hands held my bare hips while he pummeled my asscunt. I'd pushed my ass so far back that my hard cock bobbed free of the tabletop, bouncing with each thrust into my ass.

The second cock was no bigger than the first. That was probably good because, being my fourth dick of the night with another one to come – or cum – I worried that my hole would get sore. The dude hammering my defenseless butt leaned over me and grabbed my neck. I smelled alcohol on his breath. His breathing was ragged and labored, but he kept at it, shoving his tool inside me and growling, "Fuck yeah! You like my big cock fucking you in the ass, white boy?" His cock wasn't all that big, but even if I'd been inclined to tell him that, the ball gag kept me silent.

His dick may not have been big, but he shot like a gallon of jizz. He took longer than the first guy, and when he came he pulled out after the first blast of cum and struggled to find my hole again. His dick sprayed hot spunk all over my ass cheeks and onto my lower back and hoody. He shoved his spurting tool back inside me and even after shooting his wad drilled me a good two or three minutes. When he pulled out, his cock was so soft I barely felt it, and my hole was leaking spunk like crazy. My butt and the bottom of my hoody were wet from the jizz shower. I'd need to wash the hoody. Or not.

The dude made a point of slapping my bare, cum-soaked buns and announced, "The slut ho is all yours boys. Been a long time since I fucked a white boy with an ass as good as this bitch. Almost forgot how good a tight twink butt can be!"

I hadn't detected other men, but two voices responded with thanks. One said, "I can tell we're gonna enjoy that boy butt. You wanna go first?"

A second man replied, "Yeah. When you're done with the whore, he might not be able to take dick. I can tell you're in the mood to destroy an ass!"

"Yeah."

I was only charged with coming back with three loads in my ass, but I was apparently getting four. Marcus told not me not to say anything, so it wasn't like I could tell the men I'd only take one of them. Not that I wanted to anyway.

They were both drunk and tag-teamed me. The first guy fucked me for a while before pulling out to let the other guy have a go at my ass. I discovered what the first man meant about his buddy destroying an ass. The stud's buttfucker was huge and rock hard, and he was intent on using it to deliver a brutal fuck. He rammed his dick into my gaping hole and pounded my raw ass for a good five or ten minutes before pulling out to let the first guy shoot his load inside me. It was a big, juicy one and my hole was happy to get a break from the buttbuster.

When the big-dicked dude resumed his full-on fuck of my hole, it didn't feel as bad as it had the first time. Maybe my hole was merely getting numb.

It wasn't a particularly long fuck. After a while, the mystery man began breathing heavier and ramming me harder. I started to anticipate his nut and got it. He grunted and slammed into my hole as his cock began firing. It seemed to lurch nine or ten times before stopping, but stud wasn't done. He snowballed me for a few minutes as his shaft softened, then pulled out and wiped his tool on my backside.

My hole was a cum-filled mess. I rose from the table, to the disappointment of five or six men who'd gathered to watch and were working their dicks. I'd accomplished what I came for, and while some more anonymous sex in the Bramble sounded good, I'd have to put that off for another time. I still had to collect my jeans and meet Marcus at the diner. My mom was working, so she wouldn't be home until late, but it wasn't like I could spend the night getting cornholed by every man in the park.

I took a deep breath when I realized two of the dudes were brothers who I knew. A guy who'd graduated from my high school a year earlier and his little brother, who was still in school. I didn't acknowledge them – after all, with a gag in my mouth I couldn't carry on a conversation – and neither of the teens gave any indication that they recognized me. However, they had to know me. I mean, being white made me stand out like a sore thumb and being tall sorta punctuated it.

Maneuvering out of the Bramble, I tried to squeeze my ass to keep the spunk from dribbling out, but it was no use. Splooge coated the backs of my legs. I was relieved when I got back to the obelisk and discovered my jeans were still there. However, by the time I made it to the diner, the butt was wet with jizz leaking from my hole. Fortunately, the booths were vinyl.

Even though it was late, the place had a few more patrons than earlier. Marcus was in the same booth we'd shared before. As I sat down, he asked, "Well? Three loads?"

"Yes, sir." I chewed my lip before adding, "Four actually. The last two dudes were together."

He raised his eyebrows. "Overperforming a second time. Tell me, if I asked you, would you do it again?"

"Yes, sir."

"Everything? The john? Blowing me? The Bramble?"

"Yes, sir." I'd probably do it all again whether he asked me or not.

"I thought so."

He changed the subject. "You must have worked up an appetite. Order some food. Whatever you like." This time I accepted his offer, asking for a pastrami sandwich. I added cherry pie after he gave it rave reviews. "Homemade. Best you'll ever taste."

The sandwich was enormous, like Jewish delis serve. It was a mountain of meat far too big to get your mouth around. The waitress brought a plate of rye bread and a jar of brown mustard. I could have made sandwiches to last a week. I was stuffed by the time I finished and feared I'd have no appetite for the pie.

Marcus watched me eat while munching on a Caesar salad. When I finished, he grinned, "I don't think I've ever seen anyone finish one of those." Well, I was a teenager and if one thing were for certain, I could eat, particularly during basketball season when I was burning like a gazillion calories on the court.

I took my first bite of the cherry pie – it was incredible – and Marcus said, "Tonight was a test. I needed to know if you'd follow every order and to see if you were, shall we say, unbridled in your approach to sex. Like the way you polished off that pastrami, you overachieved. You passed." He paused and looked into my eyes. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't broadcast that you sucked my cock. You happen to be the first dude I've let do it. But that was a damn good blow job." I felt my face blush but was proud and happy that the NFL legend and I shared a secret.

"What passing the test means is that I have an opportunity for you if you're interested. You may have heard of my brother Morgan."

Shit! I hadn't made the connection between Marcus and Morgan Frederick, probably because Marcus was a football star and Morgan's sport was basketball. Morgan was a basketball icon. He'd had an incredible run in college and gone pro, but after a couple of promising years his career was cut short by a devastating injury. He went on to a successful coaching career and then abruptly quit 18 months ago at the pinnacle of the coaching ranks. He seemed to have dropped out of sight. I'd heard nothing about him since he resigned his last coaching gig.

"Morgan is flying under the radar, intentionally so, but he's doing something he always wanted to do. He started an extremely select basketball program for promising teenagers. High school students. One kid dropped out of the program and he needs a replacement. That replacement could be you, but you'll need to convince him. If you're interested, meet him tomorrow night at the 20th Street Gym at 9:00 p.m."

I had a thousand questions, starting with why Morgan Frederick would be interested in me. I was a top ballplayer – I prided myself on being one of the best – but he was basketball royalty. Then there was the question of what Marcus' night of testing me sexually had to do with basketball. Before I got any questions out, he cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Morgan will answer your questions. If he wants to. Tomorrow at 9:00, 20th Street Gym, if you want to find out more." He abruptly got up and strode away, paying the bill and leaving me speechless. Not to mention horny. I couldn't wait to get home, jerk off, relive my wild night, and eat the spunk that had accumulated in my hole.

I finished the pie in a bit of a fog and was about to leave when Ricky came by, ostensibly to clean off the table. He had another agenda, glancing around to make sure no customers could hear him and whispering, "Whaddaya say you take my long dark pole in your tight white hole again? Jain, the other busboy, doesn't believe I fucked your ass in the john, but I told him you prolly would suck him off while I boned you."

It was tempting. Ricky had a great dick. Being slender made it look longer and getting it up my ass again would be great. I didn't know who Jain was or what he looked like, but I'd grown fond of spit roasts. Hell, I'd taken it in the ass from four men I didn't even see, so the fact I knew the dude's name already made it less sleazy.

It was late, but I still had almost an hour before my mom would be home. I shouldn't have been horny after getting buttfucked six times, but I was still turned on by the night's events. Everything. Taking Ricky's long dong, getting paid for sex in a john, sucking off Marcus, taking it in the ass from four anonymous men in the Bramble. Hell, when had I ever said no? It wasn't like doing Ricky and Jain would tarnish my reputation more than it was already. I was like a kid in a candy store, unable to resist the offerings. Or more accurately, a hungry slut in a dick factory ready to try them all.

"So I take it that your first time fucking another dude in the ass was okay, at least good enough to come back for seconds."

"Hell yeah!"

"We'll, let's do it again."

Ricky got the same big smile on his face he'd had earlier in the john. I gave him a minute or two before following him down the hallway toward the restroom. He was waiting for me at the busboy station with a small, dark skinned dude who was probably in his twenties.

Rather than heading into the john, Ricky pointed me into a storage closet. "John's too busy this time of night." He had his dick out of his pants in no time and I got on my knees to suck. "Fuck yeah, suck that dick," he exclaimed as his tool sank down my throat and began to stiffen. I had no trouble with his cock, although by the time it got hard and Ricky had it jammed down my throat, it felt like it was halfway to my stomach.

Jain had a surprised look on his face the entire time I deepthroated his fellow busboy. Not so surprised that he wasn't interested in getting off.

I sucked Ricky for several minutes before he pulled out, announcing, "The slut's mouth is all yours, Jain. I'm boning his butt!"

He circled behind me and pulled my jeans down, either not noticing or not commenting on how soggy they were or the state of my ripped underwear. Maybe he was too eager to get his rod inside me. As he'd done in the john, he squatted and lined his long pole up with my hole, and in one quick thrust he was inside me.

Damn. I never stopped marveling about how good it felt to have a stiff shaft in my hole, but this time my hole was stretched open and lubed by six loads of cum, and Ricky's prick felt awesome. He seemed to share the sentiment. He gasped, "Oh, fuck this ass is so great! I like it better when it's sloppy." He probably thought I had only two loads swimming in my hole, rather than six.

Jair was sorta tentative, but he pulled his rod from his pants and stepped in front of me. He was already hard and I licked his shaft several times before gradually taking it down my throat. His dick was darker than his skin and in the bare light of closet looked completely black, and while it didn't compare to Ricky's sleek member, I was happy to swallow it. He flinched as my mouth sank all the way to his root and the reason soon became apparent: his prick exploded. I'd barely had it in my mouth for a minute and hadn't sucked or stroked him much at all. After the initial surprise of feeling a shot of hot spunk, I sucked and swallowed what turned out to be a massive load of ball juice. Jair let me mouth him for another minute or two before pulling out. He zipped up his pants and hastily said, "I better get back." So much for the promised spit roast. It was a mini spit roast. At least I got plenty of cream to go with the pie.

Ricky was too far into fucking my asscunt to do much more than grunt an acknowledgement to Jair as he left. Once he was gone, Ricky gasped, "Fuck dude, your frigging ass is perfect. This is a golden ass!" He continued to pound me, the small room echoing with sloshing sounds as his hard tool beat the six loads of spunk in my hole into whipped cum.

Panting, he asked, "You like that dick in your butt, white boy?"

Hell yes! I grunted, "Yeah. Fuck me!"

"Damn, you got an ass made for fucking."

He didn't bone me all that long. Maybe he was trying to hurry because someone might wonder where he was. Maybe fast fucks were what he normally went for; lots of high school kids did. And maybe, as he repeatedly claimed, my ass felt so good that he couldn't hold back. Whatever the reason, he soon shot his second load of jizz into my butt.

I'd been disappointed I lost Jair's cock too quickly, so I made sure I got Ricky's cum-coated tool down my throat and I took my time cleaning it off. He had a beautiful dick. I kinda zoned out sucking him.

"You really like sucking cock, don't you?"

Duh. I took my mouth off his dick only long enough to say, "Yeah, I do," and went back to licking his softening rod and playing with his dickhead.

Ricky was puzzled. "You like taking it in the ass too." It was more a statement than a question.

"Yeah, even better than sucking."

"Why?"

"Because it feels so fucking awesome and turns me on. Why else would I do it?"

"Kids think you only put out for D'Marcus `cuz he has something on you or is threatening you."

"That's not true." At the beginning, it was entirely possible that D'Marcus would have threatened me. He had that reputation. But I'd never know if he would have because I'd taken the issue off the table. I wanted it. "It's like you said. I like sucking cock and getting fucked."

"The kids say that once a white boy goes black, he doesn't go back. That you?"

"Totally. I dig black dicks."

"D'Marcus says every day you suck him off and then he buttfucks you at least once. Sometimes more times."

I wasn't interested in getting into the details about my sex life with D'Marcus. I shrugged and said, "You mean like what you just did to me?"

Ricky grinned and then chewed his lip. "Doesn't bother you that, you know, kids think what you're doing is disgusting and gross?"

He seemed to be noodling through dude-on-dude sex for the first time, trying to understand it. "I can't do anything about what they think. But you shouldn't knock something until you've tried it." I paused. "How about you? You fucked me twice tonight. You bothered about sticking your cock in another guy's ass?"

"Hell no! It felt awesome. Didn't think anything could beat pussy but... I mean, damn. Your ass was tight and right." He seemed to think of something and scrunched up his face. "I don't think I could let a dude put his cock in my mouth. Definitely not in my ass."

"Fine with me. I don't want the competition."

He laughed. If we'd had more time, I have no doubt I could've coaxed his cock back into an erection and he'd have been good for a third round. Maybe a fourth and a fifth. I wouldn't mind getting underneath him with my legs in the air so I could watch his hunky little body as he rammed his long straight rod into my ass. I wouldn't mind finding out exactly how many times he could do me. I wouldn't mind feeling him shoot a load or two of his ball juices down my throat, spray a load or two on my face, and fill my asscunt until his balls were empty.

He shoved his semi hard rod back into his pants and I pulled up my jeans. As we started to leave he said, "So, um, maybe I'll see you around school."

A week ago, I would have started thinking about places we might be able to do it on campus, but after Coach's warning, I wouldn't chance it. So I said, "Maybe I'll stop in for cherry pie again," and gave him a come-fuck-me grin.

Ricky got a big smile on his face and was quick to recite his schedule. The next time Jason wanted to get it on with one of his girlfriends, I wouldn't be pining for his big cock. Instead, I'd be getting a little desert. Pigging out on cherry pie topped with fresh nut cream from Ricky's African American-Asian cock.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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