Gone Black - Chapter 16 - Nine (or Ten) on One

Gone Black - Chapter 16 - Nine (or Ten) on One

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GONE BLACK

By Colton Aalto

CHAPTER 16 – NINE (OR TEN) ON ONE

It took a week for my high school to process the paperwork so I could leave and join Morgan's home-schooling program. I couldn't wait for it to happen. I somehow managed to finish my classes without fucking up, probably because the teachers were cutting everyone a break since Christmas vacation was right around the corner.

I had some loose ends to tie up before I left. I sought out Luke, who'd been eternally grateful ever since I set him up with D'Marcus. His after-school limo and cum dump service for the football jock was everything he hoped for and more. He was already wearing leather wrist and ankle cuffs to school each day so D'Marcus could tie him up that much quicker. The teen muscle boy was Luke's dream come true: a dominant stud who topped him at will, slapped him around a bit, passed him around a bit more, and generally treated him like shit. Luke ate it up. I swear the kid even looked different. He had a happy sparkle in his eyes.

When I described my lunchtime duties as D'Marcus' cum dump, Luke eagerly volunteered to take over. The kid wanted as much beer can cock and thick nut as he could get. I wasn't certain how D'Marcus would take the change. He was nonchalant, mumbling, "Okay." The dude didn't give a shit whose mouth he fucked as long as his victim swallowed. I cautioned Luke about using the john near the gym, or for that matter any location on campus, but gave him suggestions for places to go instead. He told me he was taking it as a challenge to live up to the standard I had set, which I found bizarre, but he offered up his mouth and ass whenever I wanted them. It was a nice gesture but I didn't plan to take him up on it.

It was eerie that the only whites I knew well at school – Luke, Sheila, and Ben – were fans of big black cock like I was. Sheila was despondent about my leaving. Not that we spent all that much time together other than on our two dates, but I gathered she was hoping that I'd take her to prom. For all I knew her brother Sam was intending to help me invite her, arrange for "free" transportation, and charge me for his services by collecting a blowjob or two. I assured her that we'd get together when I could and dish about dicks, but the schedule Morgan outlined didn't leave opportunities for social visits. With me on the sidelines during the spring semester, Sheila might regain her title as the school's reigning slut for black dick. With football season over, she was starting in on the track team.

I happened to run into Ben on my last day at school. He had the same curly black hair, puppy-dog eyes, and hunky little body that I'd enjoyed during our summer fling. I'd been totally miscast as a top with him, but by the end of our mini-affair I'd been sorta fantasizing about him turning the tables on me, tying me up, dicking my ass and using me repeatedly to get off. I think it would have happened if he hadn't moved on.

He was doing more and more work on Broadway. Apparently directors preferred to cast actual teenagers to play onstage teenagers, rather than the twentysomethings they usually cast, provided the teens had talent like Ben and could sing, dance and act like he could. He brought me up to date on his love life, which consisted of a series of back-to-back affairs, starting with Robert, the dancer he'd met during the summer, and running through Robert's best friend, Curtis, also a dancer, and Curtis' brother Montgomery, a high powered, thirty-year-old investment banker. Monty had invited him to spend a week in Fire Island during a summer dance festival and Ben had gotten his parents' permission to go. They obviously didn't understand their son would be a white twink sex toy for Curtis and his high-powered friends, although Ben clearly understood his role and couldn't wait for it. He and I shared one thing in common: we'd gone black and weren't going back.

Jason took my news much better than I expected. He said all the right things about being thrilled for me and recognizing that the situation was much better for our team than me moving with my mom. But I sensed he was jealous. Maybe not jealousy so much as unhappiness that my ass wouldn't be as readily available as it had been the last month. We'd still be playing ball together and I'd still be driving him home after practice and games, which meant he'd have almost as many opportunities to breed me as he did before. And on our few road trips we'd still be rooming together and using only one of the two beds. What we'd miss would be the weekend sleepovers, although he acted like he was relieved my presence would no longer crimp his time with the ladies. Whatever.

I could hardly wait to join Morgan's program, but when the time came the transition was jarring. I said goodbye to my mom. She was fully focused on moving out of the house and moving in with Julius. However, when I kissed her goodbye and headed out, she had a tear in her eye. I think it hit home for the first time that her only son was on his own.

When I arrived on Sunday evening at the big Victorian mansion Morgan owned, I had butterflies in my stomach. In honor of my arrival, Morgan had called off the team's usual activities for the rest of the night. I had a feeling he did it mostly because the nine ballplayers gazing at me were too insanely horny to concentrate on anything other than the possibility they'd be getting off in one of my holes. They stared at me intently as I introduced myself and stowed the few clothes and personal effects I'd brought.

Morgan excused himself and the nine dudes were quiet, not bothering with small talk or even trash talk. In a flash, something Morgan said came back to me. I was in charge and running the show. No reason to wait to see if one of the dudes awkwardly hit me up or followed me into the restroom and tried to take me. They each wanted my mouth and my ass, and I wanted each of their cocks. Each and every one of them. I would call the shots and make it happen.

"Dudes, I appreciate the introductions, but let's get to the main event. Every now and then I find myself in need a stiff cock or two – or nine – in my mouth. In my ass, too. This is one of those times. So pull those compression shorts down and let me see what I have to work with."

The guys blinked in disbelief. Zach was the first to break a smile. Having done me before, he had an unfair advantage; he knew I was serious. He whipped out his soft but growing slab of meat and fisted it a couple of times.

"We have a winner! Zach gets head first and the first crack at my crack. He's already been there, but it's always nice to welcome back an old friend. Don't worry. I'm not crashing until I've gotten up close and personal with each and every cock in this room." With that, I motioned Zach forward, dropped to my knees and began licking his magnificent black fuck tool.

"Damn," one of dudes muttered. He exposed a thick cut cock and begin to work it.

"Fuck do I ever need to nut," another said, rubbing his junk beneath his shorts. The form-fitting material left little doubt what he was packing.

One cock after another appeared. My mouth was filled with a thick black fuck stick that would soon be all the way up my ass, and eight other dicks were in the on-deck circle. The gangbang was on.

I was soon on my knees with stiff shafts in each of my holes. All rock hard and all with overflowing balls ready to fire. All black, needless to say, ranging from a midnight black to a tawny tan. Other than Zach, who took the opportunity to show off to his buds by delivering a nasty face bashing followed by a deep butt breeding, the other eight guys were sorta tentative. No matter. The probably hadn't been in a gangbang before and I knew in time they'd relax and start to treat me like the cock-crazed slut that I was.

After a couple of hours I'd swallowed ten loads and taken twelve in my ass. I could account for all the blow jobs – I sucked off Zach twice – but I had less information about who'd drilled my ass, and more particularly, who'd double dipped. I told the dudes I'd been on my knees enough and my jaw was sore, but my asshole was still open for business. I got on my back on an ancient couch and the jocks took turns plugging my sloppy asscunt while their mates held my legs in the air. I lost count of the number of loads I took in my butt. Zach fired at least three volleys of his thick babymakers into my fuck chute, to go along with the two he shot down my throat. A couple of the dudes weren't far behind him. My throat was raw and my asscunt was sore.

I was exhausted by the time we went to bed. The big bedroom held five bunk beds and Zach gave me his lower bunk, saying, "Dude, your mattress is gonna be the most overused piece of furniture in the entire house. No way I'll be able to sleep with a line of dudes climbing into the top bunk to bonk you." I was so tired that I was relieved all I had to do was fall into bed rather than climb up to the top bunk.

I settled into the routine of Morgan's program. It was as brutally hard as he'd warned. The intensive training left my muscles sore for two weeks until I adjusted. My ass was perpetually sore, too, but I had only myself to blame for that.

Zach, a natural point guard who was the team's leader on and off the court, set up a rotation. On my sleepovers with Jason I'd grown to love going to sleep with his python in my ass and waking up to his morning wood sliding into my sloppy chute. No reason not to enjoy the same treatment from the basketball jocks. With our afternoon nap I could service four cocks each day on either end of two bouts of shut eye. Add that to a couple of shower fucks and a few random quickies, and each dude on the team had the use of my holes like five times a week. Each of them probably could have done me five times a day, but a day or two in between fucks ensured that they were horned up and grateful to get off.

Each time we went to bed the lights would barely be out when one of the bros would be on top of me. The lucky boy would usually feed his manhood to me for a couple of minutes and then roll me over on my stomach, pry my ass crack open, spit on my hole, force his pole inside me and breed my open ass. The drill was the same when we woke up. Different dude, same routine. My alarm clock was a slab of morning wood or, after a nap, a hard afternoon rod.

The guys were religiously courteous. As they crawled on top of me, they always asked, "You okay with this, Collins?" I never said no. I appreciated the dudes respecting me, but I wouldn't have minded if instead one had growled, "I'm fucking you in the ass, Collins, whether you like it or not. You're my bitch boy and I'm using your holes whenever I say. Don't matter what you want." Actually, Zach said something close to that a couple of times, but I knew for him it was merely sex trash talk.

The team always knew whose turn it was to use my holes. My butt was perpetually sloppy with jock jizz and I ate enough spunk that I could tell whose cock had juiced my mouth merely from the flavor, even without seeing the shape and color of the shaft or the body it was attached to.

I was partial to Zach. He took me under his wing and showed me the ropes and from the beginning we were like brothers. The dude didn't have a family of his own, and he never disclosed much about his background, but I gathered it wasn't pretty. He loved Morgan and the program and I think no small part of the reason was that he'd seen some bad times. He once commented that as bad as Morgan's healthy gruel was, it was the only time in his life that he'd gone a week without being hungry.

His dong may have been the biggest among the group, although a couple of the dudes had shafts that were a tiny bit fatter or longer. I loved his low hanging balls and he had the thickest nut on the team. I almost needed a knife and fork to get it down. The dude consistently rang my bell when I went down on him or he slid his tool into my ass and fucked me like it was the last time either of us would get any. He still shot too damn quickly for my taste, but the silver lining was that he could climax back-to-back-to-back without getting completely soft. My hole was a cum cesspool whenever he pulled out. I liked that he was so horny and eager to ball me.

Between Jason and the basketball team, I was taking it up the butt from ten horny black studs. I was getting as much sex as I could handle. Maybe not as much as I wanted, but my ass could only take so much.

I learned a ton about basketball. Morgan was amazing and I'd seldom played with dudes who were as good as I was. I found myself struggling to keep up with the studs on Morgan's team, but the silver lining was that our high school games became easy.

I was surprised to find that Jason already knew a good deal of what I learned. Not everything by any means, and he genuinely seemed to appreciate my pointers. I still loved playing with him.

The high school basketball season wound down and we moved to the state playoffs. We were one of the top teams and probably would have been the favorite to win it all except one team was ranked above us. St. Mary's was a Catholic school that had never been good in basketball, but two of the dudes on Morgan's team, Wilson, and Flint, were playing on the team.

We met them in the semifinals. Whoever won looked to have an easy path in the championship game. Wilson and Flint were both forwards, and Jason could hold his own against either one of them, but not both. Fortunately, we had one other player, Rashad, who was great on defense. Unfortunately, he was so pathetic on offense that he would have missed a shot if he'd been standing on a ladder above the rim. He clanked four out of every five shots he took, and that was the uncontested ones.

The game was close, back and forth, but then disaster struck when Rashad fouled out early in the fourth quarter. St. Mary's quickly built a lead and our coach called time out. On the way back onto the court, Jason pulled me aside. "Bro, you gotta take control. Even if Wilson or Flint score every time they touch the ball, if you pop threes we'll get three points for every two they get. You can run circles around their guards. It's on you."

Things clicked. Morgan had been on my case to take more control when we played our five-on-five scrimmages. Taking control in the bedroom and becoming a power bottom had worked out perfectly. Now it was time to do it on the court.

After the timeout, I stole the ball from one of St. Mary's guards and rather than dunking, I stopped and drained a three. Then I did it three more times in a row, totally flustering their guards. I was totally in the zone. Twelve quick points and neither Wilson nor Flint had touched the ball. Momentum in the game shifted and they never recovered. We won and went on to an easy victory in the championship game. It was nice because both my mom and dad came to the game and even sat next to each other. I figured it was probably the last time that would happen.

Zach watched both games and afterward he was curious about Jason. "You bros are great together. I mean, really awesome. But I'm curious. The first time I fucked you, I was sure you'd taken a big black cock before. Jason have something to do with that?"

I smiled. "Yeah. A big thing."

I found myself explaining that Jason and I had been best friends forever and describing that day on the beach when he'd opened my eyes to dude-on-dude sex. He was the reason I'd started thinking about dick in the first place, but his tool wasn't the first one I'd taken in the ass. It was a mistake I'd come to regret, although ever since that day in the locker room he'd been rapidly making up for lost time. I confessed that Jason was the reason I came back from high school games and practices with an ass full of jizz.

"I'm jealous," Zach said.

"I'm lucky," I replied. Zach gave me a questioning look. "I have two motherfuckers who I'm crazy about and they both have big black cocks and know how to use them."

He gave me a small smile and said, "You had me at your first basket."

"My basket? What are you talking about?"

"That day you came to talk to Morgan about joining the program. The first time I watched you shoot, those silky basketball shorts molded themselves around your sweet bubble butt and hypnotized me. You knocked down a three and did it three more times before missing and I told myself that it was a sign. A sign that I was mean to breed your butt. Breed it early, breed it often and breed it thoroughly."

"You didn't waste much time."

"Me? First words you ever said to me were, `I'll suck your cock.'"

"Words I have never regretted."

"Let me hear you say that again."

"I'll suck your cock."

"Okay, right now. Down the hallway in the john." It wasn't long before my nose was pressed into the dude's pubes and I was deepthroating his donkey dong.

I was disappointed when the high school basketball season ended. I would no longer be playing ball with Jason and the rest of my high school teammates, and I wouldn't be driving Jason home and spreading my legs for his big buttbuster. Not that I wasn't getting plenty of action but having Jason inside me was special.

It turned out I only missed his cock for a week. Xavier, one of the forwards on the team, twisted an ankle in practice and was diagnosed with a high ankle sprain. He was out for a while, likely a long spell because recovering from high sprains takes forever. Zach surprised me by suggesting to Morgan that he bring in Jason as a substitute.

"I watched the dude play. Twice. He has ball. Ask Wilson and Flint, too. They played against him in that game they lost. He's good. He can take Xavier's spot for a couple of weeks. That way we can still go five-on-five."

Morgan turned to me and said, "You okay with that, Collins?"

"Yes sir!"

Morgan probably figured out why I was so happy about the proposal. Anyway, he brought Jason in and added a single bed to the already crammed bunk room. It was pretty obvious who was going to take the single – me – since it was located away from the bunk beds and had the added advantage of not having poles on all four corners and thus being easier to get in and out.

Zach said he was thrilled with the new arrangement because he was tired of going to sleep to the sounds of me getting boned and waking up to them too. But I realized he'd suggested Jason because of me; he knew how close Jason and I were. Of course he denied it, but I was grateful.

Jason slipped into the bone-the-white-boy rotation as if he'd been there all along. He stayed around even after Xavier returned. His presence gave Morgan the opportunity to rest guys who were a little banged up, and after months of intense competition, that wasn't unusual. I was back to servicing ten horny dudes, morning, noon, and night.

*     *     *

I began thinking more and more about what would happen after Morgan's program ended in August. As he promised, I had interest from several Division 1 schools and offers from a couple. But one day as I showered and watched the water run off Jason's and Zach's sleek black bodies after playing with them in a five-on-five matchup, I had a clear vision of what I wanted. I needed to take charge of the situation. That worked out well my first night with Morgan's team, and it had worked out well in our basketball game against St. Mary's. I went to see Morgan.

"Coach, I've been thinking about next year."

"Good. You've got several great offers, Collins, from programs I know well. They each have good coaches. One or two others might come through. What are you leaning toward?"

"Well, I was thinking. I've played with Jason forever and we're good together. I don't think we should throw that away. And I really like playing with Zach. So it occurred to me that it would be great if all three of us could go someplace together. Any chance some team would take all of us?"

Morgan raised his eyebrows and was silent for a long minute. "Let me make a call. It's a long shot, but we'll see what happens."

He summoned me back to his office in ten minutes. "Close friend of mine is head coach out west. He's good, although recruiting has been tough because the university he's at isn't known as a basketball school. They were in the final four a couple of times way back in the 1950s and haven't made much noise in the tournament since. He had a senior-dominated team last year that was as successful as any of the school's teams for decades, but he lost most of his top players. He thought he had two openings, but just this morning a third opened up. He said with my recommendation he'd give all three of you a shot. But he needs an answer right away. He was just about to give away one of the athletic scholarships he has left."

"That's great, sir!"

"One other thing. He has a triple in the athletic dorm for you. Triples aren't popular because they're kinda tight and usually one person feels like a third wheel. But it's all he has. You think Zach, Jason and you can handle that?" His faint smile suggested he knew the answer before asking the question.

"Uh, yeah, I think we can." I was a little lightheaded thinking about the possibilities.

Zach was ready to sign up immediately. Like I said, he didn't have a family and would be losing the only one he'd known – Morgan and his basketball program – so for him it was a perfect transition.

I feared it would take Jason longer to come around, but it didn't. "I'm in," he said nonchalantly.

"Zach being around won't bother you?"

"Hell no. I like him a lot. I owe him, too. He's responsible for getting me into Morgan's program."

"It won't bother you that he'll be dicking me too?"

"Nah. I can only use one of your holes at a time, unless I'm gonna kiss you the entire time I'm fucking your sweet ass. Even then I'm only good for five or six loads a day, which leaves Zach plenty of time to dump nut in you."

"Cool. So I guess it's set then."

"Yeah. Tell Morgan we're ready to sign. I'd just as soon stop thinking about recruiting. It was getting on my nerves. Where did you say this school was?"

"Out west."

"Like, how far out west?"

"Um, far. We'll be swapping the beach for the mountains."

"The beach didn't really work out last summer, so a change of scenery might be good." His sly smile left no doubt that his comment was a reference to our trip to the beach that started me on my sexual awakening. "This ghetto ain't getting any nicer."

I started to leave but turned back. "Um, I've been wondering. When did you figure out I was gay?"

"Dude, I've always known you were a gay boy. Hell, since kindergarten. I was only waiting for you to work it out yourself. That day on the beach I figured you might finally be there. You were like dying to hear about me fucking Ben. I thought maybe it was time, so I went out on the limb and hit you up. But you weren't interested.

"So I figure, fine. You probably were a top and didn't bottom. No big deal. So I set you up with Luke. I thought he was the best bottom boy in the world, at least until I fucked you the first time. You balled him, but when I did him afterwards you were like staring at me the whole time rather than telling me to hurry the fuck up because you wanted another go at his ass. You never hit him up after that. Hell, he'd have been swinging on your cock twenty-four hours a day if you'd asked. But nothing.

"I was confused. I mean, you didn't want to bottom for me so you must be a top. But you didn't want to top Luke. Maybe you didn't like twinks. Maybe you were into blacks. So I brought up Vic. Dude has muscles on top of muscles. You had no interest. None. You never took even a baby step towards hooking up with him. He would have loved you tying him up and fucking his brains out. He would have licked every inch of your body and been your slave.

"At that point I was clueless. I couldn't figure out what the hell was going on in your pretty head, if there was anything going on in it.

"Then I heard you'd been taking it up the ass from D'Marcus ever since school started. I asked around and found out that like the entire school knew you'd been slutting your whore holes for every black dick in the fucking hood. Jeron. Willy. Keon and a fucking roomful of nerds! I was the last to know. I was being patient, waiting for you to figure out you were gay, while you were throwing your legs in the air for every dude with a pulse.

"You know, I mostly hooked up with girls all those years because I was waiting for you. I guess I'm bisexual, but you were always who I wanted."

I looked into Jason's eyes and was honest with him for the first time in... hell, forever. "I was an idiot. I wanted you bad that day on the beach. I wanted you bad that day I watched you fuck Luke. But it was weird because we were friends and I couldn't bring myself to admit it. Now I'm admitting it. Shoving your jock into my mouth and your cock into my ass that day in the locker room was the best thing you ever did.

"You should have just done it that day on the beach. Taken me back to your house, tied me up, stuffed a dirty jock in my mouth and fucked my holes. That's all I've ever wanted."

Jason didn't reflect on my statement long. "That's what you're gonna get, slut. I'm fine with Zach being around because I know he'll breed you as much as I will and that's what you need. Maybe one day I'll let you put your dick in my mouth. Maybe even put it up my ass. Maybe Zach will do the same. Perhaps inside the best bottom on the planet is a stud top just waiting to bust out. But you've got years before we find out, if we ever do. I saved my ass and my mouth for you. You gave yours away to every man who wanted to nut. I'm still saving them for you, but you gotta prove to me that you're worth it."

Totally surprised by Jason's announcement, I stood blinking.

He grinned and shook his head. "Earth to Collins. Don't you have something you need to tell Coach Morgan?"

"Um, yeah!" I turned to head to Morgan's office, but stopped and looked over my shoulder. "Thanks, bro. You're the best." I didn't know what else to say.

He rolled his eyes and said, "You're not telling me anything we don't both know. Now move your ass!"

The thought that Jason might surrender his awesome black bubble butt to me was startling. If and when it happened, I was sure I'd love it. I wasn't in any hurry. Until that time, getting buttfucked by the black stud was about as good as could get.

*     *     *

Six months later we flew west. I wedged into a middle seat between the two tall towers, but I was used to being in the middle between them. Michael, a junior on the college basketball team, picked us up and gave us a quick tour of the campus before showing us to our room in the athletic dorm. He was cool and said the coach and the rest of the team were really looking forward to us joining them. Being the slut for black cock that I am, I couldn't resist checking him out. He was light skinned, and had a wide smile with a slender, lanky body, although most basketball players fit into the slender, lanky category. More importantly for my one-track mind, he had an interesting package. Well, more than interesting...

While we were chatting, it came out that he had a girlfriend, so I didn't think anything would happen with him, not that a girlfriend would stop me if I got a chance to get up close and personal with his black pole. I couldn't shake the feeling that beneath his handsome, clean-cut exterior was a man who could teach me a thing or two about kink. Of course, keeping Jason and Zach satisfied would be a fulltime job and then some, so I wasn't certain when I'd have had time to ride on another dude's fuck stick.

Hell, I'd make time.

Our expectations for the dorm room were low, but it was a pleasant surprise. Of course, after the ghetto, anything would have been a step up, particularly given that we'd been sleeping in a bunk room populated by eleven guys. The place was spacious and airy. It was shoehorned into an odd space wrapped around an elevator bank, which was why it was one of the few triples in the dorm, but it was quirky and had some charm.

Zach plopped onto one of the beds and I knew instinctively he was claiming it. He grinned. "Hey, Jason. What say we get rid of one of these beds and get a couch so we can watch hoops?"

Jason unwrapped his lanky frame onto a second bed. "Good idea. That'll cut down on laundry. We'll only have to do two sets of sheets."

I could tell where this was headed but didn't mind. The thought of bed hopping was already making me hard, but I wasn't going to let the two fuckers call the shots. I was well on my way to becoming a total power button, although I tried to stay away from being a control freak. But I had to keep my bros in line.

I pointed at the third bed and said, "We should definitely get rid of that. It's too small for me. Instead we should get one of those inflatable mattresses. King size or bigger if they have one."

"What you need a king size mattress for, cracker?"

"To host two studs with big black cocks. Know any?"

"You saying you want one in each hole, boy?"

"You offering?"

"Yeah. Long plane flight."

"Well then, let's get it on. First cock I see is the first one in my holes." In moments, the two men dropped trou. Zach edged Jason by pulling his pants over his hips without unbuttoning them. I was staring at two almost-identical slabs of black meat that were rapidly rising to the occasion.

I dropped to my knees and took Zach's member into my mouth. After eight months of extensive study, I'd concluded he was ever so slightly smaller than Jason. He still climaxed in record time but made up for it with a fast recovery and the ability to shoot multiple loads. I sometimes kidded him that he was built for unlimited orgasms like a woman, and that wasn't far from the truth.

Of course, Jason pumped gallons of goo from his big balls too. He could dump four or five loads without breaking a sweat. It was pretty clear I'd spend a lot of time with dick in my mouth and my ass. I had to make sure my grades didn't suffer.

I crawled on Zach's bed and slobbered on his fuck rod until it was soaked and slippery. Jason pulled off his clothes, revealing the light spray of hair on his chest that I couldn't get enough, and slowly stroked his massive tool. With one black fuck stick in my mouth and another teasing me, I was rock hard.

Zach probably would have spermed my mouth, but he'd made snide comments about my ass during the entire plane flight and I knew he wanted to sink his shaft into it. He moved behind me, spitting on my hole – no time to dig for lube – and used the head of his cock to spread it around so it coated my anus. Meanwhile Jason worked his cock into an impressive erection that I couldn't wait to swallow. He fed it to me slowly, powering down my throat an inch at a time, forcing me to concentrate on breathing and avoiding my gag reflex. Given as much dick as I'd sucked, my gag reflex was pretty much history, but somehow Jason always brought it back.

One black pole sank into my ass and the second powered down my throat, and I was spit roasted by the two towering black studs. Between the two nine inchers, I had like a foot and half of dick inside me. It almost felt like the two rods could touch each other. I sorta zoned out, enjoying the feel of both dicks in my holes.

As usual, Zach pounded my asscunt quickly and masterfully, shooting his wad in almost no time. However, he didn't relinquish my hole, stopping for several minutes but keeping his python buried deep in my guts. I was glad he didn't pull out because I didn't want to lose the feeling of being filled with dick. He started up again as if he'd never climaxed. I couldn't figure out how the dude managed to do that, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining. He was torturing my prostate and making my ass sing.

Jason transitioned from letting me suck his shaft to grabbing my head with his big hands and bashing my face. It sometimes seemed that he'd never quite forgiven me for taking so long to come around. Like the first time he fucked me in the locker room, he often took it out on me when I deep throated him. I didn't mind. I liked getting face fucked and butt banged by the dude when he had a little edge. Maybe the way it worked out with him was for the best after all. If we'd wound up in bed together that day on the beach, he might not have taken me on his own terms, treating me like a piece of meat. I totally got off when he was intent on dominating me.

I finally coaxed his load from his big balls. He flooded my mouth with dick juice, shooting cum spurts that I thought would never stop. Once the last drop of jizz seeped from his tool, he let me milk his cock for a while before pulling out and flopping down to watch the show. He continued to lazily play with his big snake, smiling and saying, "Fuck the bitch, Zach. Give him what he deserves."

"Oh, yeah. You like this black dick in your tight butt, white boy?"

"Hell, yes. Fuck that ass!"

Zach pulled out and rammed back in, causing me to gasp. He kept pulling all with way out and slamming back into me, brutalizing my butt. I loved it. Jason seemed to like it too. Over the last couple of months, I'd noticed that he seemed to get off watching other dudes dick me. Fine with me. I was into putting on a show for him and gave him plenty of grimaces and groans as Zach pounded my butt.

Zach had already shot one load into my boi pussy but it didn't take too long for him to nut again. He juiced me a second time and Jason was ready to occupy my ass and buttbone me. The studs reversed the spit roast, this time with Zach feeding me his cummy cock and Jason taking possession of my gaping asscunt with his big tool. His rock-hard slab of manhood reached a place deep in my ass that no other cock did, and I loved it. I deepthroated Zach's shaft and massaged his smooth, low hanging ball sac as Jason held my ass cheeks with his big hands, pulling my crack apart and driving Zach's two loads deep inside my guts.

Spit roast number two had gone on for a good long while when Jason leaned over my back and closed his big hand around my slippery, pre-cum coated cock. I gasped in surprise, although lately he'd been jerking me off sometimes as he fucked me. The other dudes on Morgan's basketball team seldom got me off because they worried that if I climaxed I wouldn't be horny and might not let them sperm my holes. What they didn't know was that I could nut five or six times and still be just as sex crazed as ever. Jason had figured that out, however, and was beginning to work my cock as he fucked my ass. He said he liked how my hole clenched around his tool when I shot.

After the double spit roast, I was so insanely horny that Jason had me completely at his mercy. I whined and whimpered, although it got lost in translation because Zach's big prick was stuffed down my throat. I tried to warn Jason that I was cumming but the message failed in translation. Suddenly I was past the point of no return and my ass quivered as my first spurt of boi juice shot from my cock.

My ass must have spasmed around Jason's cock at just the right time because his shaft started firing cum missiles too. He probably knew how close I was and had timed it so that he wrapped his hand around my rod as he got close, knowing we'd come together. Zach, who never took long to climax, shot within moments too. Cum was spurting down my throat, into my ass, and out of my cock. I shook the entire time.

The three of us collapsed into a heap of tangled arms and legs onto the floor. I nuzzled into the trimmed hair on Jason's chest while running my hands over Zach's smooth pecs and abs. Being a white boy wedged between two black studs was about as close to perfection as I could imagine. We'd inaugurated our new dorm room in style. Our bags were still unpacked but we'd already shot our loads. I was going to fucking love college.

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In the end, I got exactly what I wanted. Pun intended; I also got exactly what I wanted in my end. Maybe not completely what I wanted. I wanted my parents to stay together, but they were both happier separated and there wasn't anything I could have done about it anyway.

But in other areas, I got more than I wanted. For starters, there was the Division 1 basketball scholarship. The coach and the team couldn't have been nicer to us. Well, the coach is nice outside of practice and busts our butts during practice, but it's still a walk in the park compared to what Morgan put us through. We're gonna gel into a great team, surprise plenty of people and kick some butt when we start playing league games. The experts pick us at the bottom of the pack and say the team is rebuilding. We're about to prove them wrong.

Then there was the change of scenery. After living in a ghetto, the picturesque college campus with mountains rising dramatically on the edge of town sometimes feels like a foreign country. But the place is rapidly growing on all three of us and the triple in the athletic dorm is perfect. We like it here. The university is great and compared to the city, every day is like living in a picture book.

As far as sex, well, I couldn't even count the dudes I'd gotten it on with, but I finished with the best: Jason and Zach. Jason's big black cock in my holes, day and night, and Zach's big black cock in my holes, day and night. Gallons of black ball juice to swallow and fill my ass. Buttboned more times a day than I could count. They know how to put my mouth and my ass to good use. I always wanted Jason and he's still my best friend. I never dreamed I'd be in a trouple, but Zach fits in perfectly. Between Jason and Zach I get as much big black cock and juicy black ball nut as I need.

Well, okay, as much BBC as I need, maybe more, but sometimes not quite as much as I want. A little variety can be nice, like, um, Michael... But that's another story. I'm damn lucky Jason and Zach aren't the jealous types and don't mind me getting into some kink now and then.

Gone black, never going back.

THE END

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