Jamal's Victory
by
Larry Marian
The two thirteen year olds lay on the queen size bed belonging to
Amanda of the blond hair, fair skin and blue eyes. Next to her lay Jamal with his curly black hair under brown eyes and an all over tan skin except for the soles of his feet and his hands, Both teens lay holding each other, kissing with their lips while Manda's free hand gently stroked the five point five inches of Jamal's cock. In turn, Jamal's finger softly played with his girl friend's excited clit.
"I'm getting close," Jamal said as Manda's lips bobbed up and down, causing the girl to go faster. "Oh, YES!" letting Jamal's cum shoot into Manda's mouth as she swallowed the three blasts of her lover.
As soon as Manda rolled off Jamal as his deflating cock came into view , her two middle fingers began to excite Manda as she groaned in her sexual excitement. "Making me cum," Jamal. "Third one. YES!" as she slumped back onto the bed, The two wrapped their arms around each other.
Manda sat up to look at her phone. "Gotta dress, lover," she said, "Mom will not be pleased. Call me after dinner."
Jamal began to find and scramble into his clothes. "Got to shower first. I bet I stink after this. "After dinner."
Five minutes later Jamal was out the door as Manda headed for the hall bathroom and a shower for her to get rid of the odor of sex that seemed to be for forty-five minutes. "God, I love that boy so much," she said. "Twenty years ago I would have called him names and hated him. His folks, too." Soon warm water cascaded down her front as she fingered herself wishing it were his cock and not her fingers inside her vulva.
The shower ran for some five minutes as she took down her shower head to force the spray directly between her spread lips to bring her again to an orgasm. As she shut the water off she smiled. "What a nice way to cum," she said as she got out of the stall.
In the meantime Jamal walked towards his house, enthralled with thinking of nothing but Amanda sitting on her bed, nude. All he could think of was making love with Amanda twice, once the old fashioned missionary, with her arms around him helping to push his five inch plus cock deep into her sexy parts. Then an enclosed van pulled up beside him. "Jamal Jones, come here. There some shit going around. It's about that white girl you've been fucking and molesting, Amanda, the one that used to whore all the time." The speaker Jamal did not recognize, but seemed to be a senior or junior, but Jamal jumped back from the van,
He felt hands grabbed his arms. "Just shut your fucking mouth black boy!" He heard a voice he didn't know or understand, Two sets of arms grabbed his arms to shove him into the van, then close the door with a lot of noise as the van started off rapidly. He heard behind him the loud exhaust of a second vehicle,
"What did I do?" Jamal yelled.
"Fucking a white girl for starters," came an older voice Jamal seemed to notice.
"I never hurt Amanda. She's my girl friend." Again, Jamal heard a voice he didn't really understand.
"Just listen. We just don't want you to screw Amanda. It's just not right" said the older voice.
"We haven't done anything wrong," Jamal cried, his voice beginning to quiver.
"Not telling you or where, but we have pics of you and Amanda having sex. And I mean sex," said a high school voice.
"No," Jamal said.
"Yes. Here," said the high school voice. Suddenly a picture popped up on the back of the van. The girl was clearly Amanda, on her knees. In front of her was a boy she knew, his pants and boxers down and the dick deep in her throat. The picture changed for Jamal to see two boys side by side, one with his cock in Amanda's mouth and the other waiting for Amanda to suck the next one. "Get the idea?"
Jamal stood silent. "We have some more pics, Black Boy."
"So what?" Jamal said. The teen stood silent even with a few more pictures. One was of the two boys, this time with the guy waiting getting sucked and the previous guy still with his pants down and his dick already hard again.
"That's me. Man agreed to suck both of us twice."
"Okay. Time to move on. Kid doesn't seem to want to co-operate. You two know who to strip, Get his fucking clothes off."
"You can't undress me!" Jamal cried.
"Oh yes we can, black kid," one of the older teens said. At that three of the teens grabbed him and began to take off his clothes. Jamal struggled, but in a few minutes his clothes were off, showing his was completely naked - and with a hard dick as well.
"Oh, he wants to show off to Man so she can get her jollies off,"came from a voice Jamal didn't recognize. "Be nice if Man was here so her boy friend could get blown by the seven of us. Let's see the picture of Man bent over while George uses his seven inch mushroom going into her back door! " A chorus of male teens cheered the idea as Jamal's lips began to quiver.
"Hey, only pics of her sucking a guy. None of her getting fucked, even if she did agree to do a few," said the high school voice which Jamal was sure he knew who the taunter was.
The teen boys, almost all at least sophomores grew silent. "Okay, Jamal, you're actually acting pretty cool. You draw straws for you to suck one of us. Then we drop you off where you can get home safe. You have to get home on your own - but it's pretty easy. Your clothes are in a canvas bag behind your shed.
"So, you ready to do what your girl friend does every day and suck one of us?"
"I love Amanda. If I do what Amanda did for over a year, then one of you guys step up and pull down your pants."
The seven teens looked at each other, then a boy who looked like a freshman stepped forward, then began to undress,. A minute later his four and a half inch cock stood hard, dripping precum. "Yeah. Suck my dick. Man already sucked mine three months ago. So blow me, Jamal."
Jamal nodded his head. "If Man can suck three a day for a year, I can do it once. She's sucked me," With that he dropped to his knees, took the freshman in his hand, then guided the boy's dick into his mouth and began to suck the white boy's dick. Five or so seconds later the boy jerked backwards, as a shot of white cum erupted from his mouth.
"Yuch!" He shouted. "You didn't warn me."
"The guy who is about to cum warns the other," Jamal said. "Manda taught me that the first time she sucked me."
"We got your stuff. Wear your shoes and we'll drop you off to walk home," said a guy who looked like a senior.
"But I'm naked!" Jamal cried.
"Shit, kid. Your pecker is so funny small, it's hard to tell if you are the blower or the blowee. " There was a lot of laughter from Jamal's oppressor's. "Now start walking down that road. You might find something you like."
With that the teen boys got in the van and one of the thugs in the car called out, "Your clothes are in a bag behind your garage."
With that the car and the van drove off. Jamal stood there for maybe a minute, even two before looking up to the stars to find the Big Dipper and north to get his best direction, then began to walk, thinking nobody was going to see him until five minutes later he came to a cul de sac that had a car in it with a light in it.
At once he decided that the car might be his only hope so he walked into the cul de sac, then to the car. As he approached he saw a man sitting in a car. "Mister, can you help me? I got attacked by a bunch of boys who..."
"Never mind, son," the man replied who looked like he was maybe in his late twenties or even early thirties. "Come and get in on the other side. First of all, it's a bit dangerous out here. So climb in."
Jamal smiled, then came to the other side and got in. "Thanks," he said.
"Welcome. So what happened to you?" He smiled. "By the way, my name is Bobby."
"Well, Mr. Bobby..."
"Just Bobby if you don't mind..."
"Sure, Bobby. What about some boys attacking you?"
"There was a van and a car. They got out and grabbed me. I was coming home from seeing my girl friend Amanda ad they grabbed me from the van and a car. They stripped me and said really nasty things about my girl friend and showed some pics of her."
"Was she a white girl and there are some that she has oral sex with young guys - mostly high school age?"
Jamal hung her head. "Uh, yeah. But Amanda is a wonderful girl. We be going together for close to a year. Yeah, she does some stuff, but she gets great grades and is just nice. So, can I get my clothes back?"
"Well Bobby, first I have to know where they are. Any idea?"
"Uh, I'm pretty sure that one was Peter Gordon. He's a junior a friend of mine knows. Another is Eric Baker. He's a junior, too."
"Very good. Just sit quiet for a few minutes." Bobby smiled at Jamal then pulled out his phone to scroll or punch. Jamal could not heard for a few seconds before he heard with the speaker out loud. "Peter. I think you are in serious trouble."
"Not me, Coach Bobby." Jamal heard some tension.
"I think I could name at least six of your friends who could attack a middle school boy, strip his clothes, then drop him off a mile away. That, and bringing shame to a girl who is number 2 in Mary Mont Middle School. How hard would it be for your gang of champion athletes to suddenly be recruited by at least 40 scouts to agree you are not suitable for an all ride scholarship.
"You get in that restored '64 Camero of your grandfather and get your victim and his clothes back here in fifteen minutes or less. You understand?"
There was silence for almost a minute. "So you don't want me to call the head coach at Duke after all, right?"
"Please Coach. Right away. Please."
"Fourteen minutes. Don't get another speeding ticket last spring."
"I'm coming, Coach." Bobby hung up.
Jamal threw his arms around Bobby, his voice choked up. "Get in my car," he said pleasantly. Jamal did. "Close the door." With two minutes left to the threat a black and silver Camero pulled up along side as the teen driver got to get out.
"No, Peter. Get out of the car with Jamal's clothes. Now." The obviously blond haired boy got out of the car with a cloth sack. "Give Jamal his clothes and apologize. Once you do that, stand by your clothes and get dressed.
"Peter. A five minute start before leaving. I want to know every boy in either Mary Mount Middle or Mary Mount High that what I learned is that Jamal is an orange belt in three martial arts disciplines. Next time Samantha will be in so much trouble.... .. Understand?"
"Yes, Coach. Sorry Coach. Won't happen again, Coach,"
"Make sure." Jamal took the offered clothes from Peter who really did act like he was about to cry.
"Best we can do, Jamal is for you to stand behind my car and get dressed. Then I'll drive you home, except I have one more thing to say." Bobby looked as Jamal began to dress. The coach smiles as Jamal pulled on his shirt.
"What's that, Bobby?"
"Your girl friend is a very bright and intelligent girl. I can't give her what I'd like to give her. You are very bright and intelligent boy. Amanda already knows how bright you are, but I want you to know that I am a very closeted gay guy. As Peter drove away in his '64 Camero, Bobby put his arm around Jamal, he said, "Jamal, I'd like to see you take down your pants and let me give you your first blow job by an adult male. Okay?"
Jamal looked either nervous or scared for a moment or two. "I know what Samantha has done. But after this evening, sure. You seem a great coach." With that, Jamal undid what he had done five minutes or less ago. Jamal's cock sprang up.
"Looks like you are ready," Coach Bobby said. With that the older guy cupped Jamal's sparse pubic hairs, then took the dark cock and purple head to sight in before slowly sliding the young teen's dick into the coach's eager open mouth. A sign came from the older man, even as he sighed. "I remember - back when I was twelve and Mike sucked me and I sucked Mike. So good, so good, even before then. The sound came from the more experienced cock as Coach Bobby said, "Bout to cum, Jamal. Back off if you don't want it in your mouth."
"Cum," Jamal said as the young black teen began to shoot."
Five minutes later Coach Bobby and Jamal lay on the truck as best they could. "I won't tell, Bobby," Jamal said as the two rubbed each other
"Of course not. If you want another session, here's how to get me."
Jamal took the note. "Thanks. You're swell."
"So are you. Bring me to Amanda."
"I will," Jamal said.
Two days later where Mary Mount Middle and Mary Mount High crossed the halls Jamal walked with Amanda as an older teen walked by. "I wish you two luck. Sorry about last week," Then the older teen walked away with a wave.
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