Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 22:48:52 -0400
From: Carl
Subject: Tyrell

She used to be "Mom" to me, but now I call her Helen. The name switch
happened after she caught Tyrell and me in bed together one sunny afternoon
after school. Tyrell was the neat black jock who played varsity football
and basketball at our school. In football, he was a wide receiver. But when
we were in bed, I did all the receiving. It seemed the logical arrangement
for us, but took a while for me to get comfortable with it. Once I did,
though, it became its own best reward. We got to enjoying each other so
much we got a little carried away - and careless, I guess.

I first saw him naked after gym one day. His dick hung half way down to his
knees, and his legs were long!  I must have been obvious, cuz Tyrell
snickered. "What's wrong, white boy? Got a sudden inferiority complex?"

His buddies on the football team, milling around the locker room in various
shades of undress, started laughing. "Don't mind them," Tyrell countered.
"They just jealous. Go ahead: Bend down. Take a good sniff- ah -look at it,
if you want."

I did exactly as ordered, and got my first reward: A luxuriant smell of
freshly washed black dick, with it's delicate hint of musk tingling my
nostrils along with the stronger scent of Irish Spring soap. If the truth
were known, I figure he had me right then and there.

I was fascinated with the mechanics of it. Getting back to an upright
position, I asked him, "Where do you put that thing when your playing?"

He flashed a nice smile, seeing how I was sorta hooked. "Back between my
legs and up my crack. I use a cup too, but only for the nuts. It's really
great on warm days. When I run hard, I get fuckin horny. Makes you want to
keep goin' till it pops. That happens sometimes when I score. On days where
I score early, I spend the rest of the game with a creamy ass - jivin' my
hole just walking around. The guys all know what's happening, and laugh
their asses off. Hey, if you wanna taste, I'll be happy to accommodate.
Makes no difference to me. A fag's mouth is just as good as a babe's, in
fact, sometimes a lot better. And don't mind these guys. Most of them've
had a closer look than you! Screw 'em!. Oh....and hope you don't mind me
callin' you fag."

That was my introduction to Tyrell, and to other black studs as well. They
were - as a group - impressive, to say the least. The very next day he
walked home with me after school, and got right to work on my ass. I
honestly didn't see how it could be done. I had a few white boys up me,
even older ones, but nothing like this. I'd never shitted a turd even half
as long, or half as thick. But he said it would go alright, that he'd be as
gentle as he could. And he was.

After that we were doing it as often as we could. Mom worked every day, and
generally didn't get home till five, by which time Tyrell was gone. But
this one day she came home early. Tyrell was still inside me, steadily
building toward orgasms for both of us as Mom - bless her snatch - popped
into my bedroom.

"What's going on here?" she asked, her voice in a state of shock.
Naturally, Tyrell pulled out quickly, revealing his dick in all its
incredible majesty, like a great big brown trout suddenly out of the pond.

Catching sight of it, Mom sucked in her breath. "Oh my God, you can't do
that to my dear sweet son. It'll tear him apart!"

"No ma'am, it ain't hurtin'. I'm bein' real careful, ma'am, He's enjoyin
it, and we were both gonna nut together."

"That's right, mom. He isn't hurtin' me" I chimed in. "He knows what he's
doin'. He's had a lot of asses at school, and nobody complains."

Mom was now sobbing. "Oh my God. Oh my God!..."

"Don't cry Mom. It feels good. Really, REALLY good. I love it."

It was like she wasn't listening. She turned to the window, head shaking.
"The sins of the father...visiting the son... Oh my God! ... be gentle with
him. Don't let him hurt with it. Be good to him, please.... Lord knows his
father..."

To my complete surprise, Tyrell's big trout hadn't diminished even a
fraction in either length or girth during all of this. "You want me to put
it back in, Ma'am?" Tyrell asked, in disbelief.

"It's what he wants, isn't it? He's begging for it. But take good care of
him. And if you can - or will - how about saving a little for me. Lord
knows his father hasn't done me well in years. I've had to masturbate - for
way too long, unfortunately."

Tyrell seemed as stunned as I was. "Mizz Davis, I'll be glad to do your
pussy if you want. I ain't ever had an older bitch, but I guess it'll be
good. Just let me get Andy off, and I'll save my nut for you. Wanna watch,
while I finish off cutey-pie here?"

"Oh yes. I've watched his father getting it often enough, but hoped for
better with Andy. Oh well, better it happens here than some God forsaken
piss-hole."

So that's how we came to calling Mom by her first name. She didn't much
care for Tyrell calling her 'ma'am' or 'Mizz Davis'. At her suggestion, due
to her obvious urgency, Tyrell did her bareback, and unloaded in her twat
real good. When Dad showed up, a little while later, she introduced him to
Tyrell, and showed him the whopper dick, then my asshole, and finally her
soggy-haired cunt streaming Tyrell's creamy white jizz. To everyone's
astonishment, Dad dropped on all fours, sucked on her oozing pussy, and
lapped up every droplet in her bush. Then he licked Tyrell's giant sticky
helmet back to life again. Tyrell mounted Dad and gave him quite a rough
fuck. Dad took everything that Tyrell rammed into him with no trouble at
all. All this sex got me jerkin off till I popped another small load.

I have to say I learned a lot about sex in the next few weeks. Mom - er, I
mean Helen - took Tyrell's big black cock every afternoon after school for
two weeks straight - Saturdays and Sundays included. Both Sundays after
they screwed, she asked Tyrell to come along to church. We must have been a
spectacle as we prayed together, the three of us fawning all over him. When
the service ended, Tyrell strolled down the aisle with a certain swagger in
his step that few could miss. Once outside the door, our preacher fawned
all over him too, grasping Tyrell's big, receiver's hands between his for
an overlong time. The preacher leaned in close and said something in
Tyrell's ear that made him whoop out loud. I asked later what the preacher
said. Tyrell imitated the preacher's sermon voice, saying 'It's times like
these when I wish I was catholic, and you were my altar boy'. Tyrell
chuckled over it again, and said he stroked both of the preacher's palms
when they parted. Hearing this, Dad's eyes widened. He had no inkling of
the preacher's appetites. Clearly, Tyrell brought new, exciting
possibilities for our whole family.

Tyrell's 'dance card', so to speak, was now way overbooked, what with Helen
every day, plus Dad, me, school, and football practice. Once Helen
confirmed she was pregnant, he got his forty-something Dad to help. Like
Tyrell, his father had another great looking dick - though darker, meaner
looking than Tyrell's. The thick shaft was covered with surface veins, that
glistened when coated with precum. His particular role, it turns out, was
to patiently teach Dad and me the intricate art of satisfying a potent
black daddy, so Tyrell could concentrate on Helen's 'needs' - along with
school and football.

About the third week, Tyrell started working Helen's ass. It took her a bit
longer than me to get 'broken in'. After she was able to take him eagerly
in either hole, he invited his father to double fuck her. They swapped
places each day, and discovered that only the one in her cunt needed to be
in motion. Either of them was big enough to bring the other one off with a
good deep fuck. One maintained his erection up her ass, while the other
went to town in her cunt.  They were completely interchangeable. Tyrell's
dad loved it. "This is as close to heaven as I'll ever get. I get to feel
my great-hung son teasin' the underside of my dick from root to tip, over
and over, building an orgasm to where my balls are snug up tight and
getting' slapped every second or so by his low hangers. Can you believe it?
The fruit of my loins bringing us both off, and a fine woman between
howling her head off. This is some fine fuckin shit!"

To everyone's surprise, as weeks rolled by Mom's libido kept getting
stronger. Tyrell brought in a few of his black football buddies to help
with the fucking. They were kind enough to attend me as well. We got to
have some pretty interesting orgies. When this proved still not enough,
Tyrell's dad brought in a bunch of black man-friends. These bozos finally
did it for her.

I lost count of who, or how many times, or how many ways they fucked her,
but she loved it. She looked radiant, happier than I'd ever seen her. I
tried to make her laugh. 'Now Helen, if you don't stop all this foolin
around, how's your little black friend gonna get a nap? All those big black
schlongs knockin on his door every few minutes don't help."

"I'm sure he'll understand" she answered, drily. "Andy, I can't ever thank
you enough for Tyrell.  I could've gone to my grave without these months of
pleasure. Your father, though I love him, was never up to giving me a
really good climax. I'd given up hope, and it never occurred to me that
damn near any black dick could do it every time. I went from cold and
resigned to a raving nympho in a matter of days. Tyrell, his Dad, and the
others – well, they're just so good at it.  Now that I've felt their
awesome dicks, I don't see how I can ever go back to how it was before."

While Tyrell did his homework at my bedroom desk, I spent evenings with his
Dad in bed. I'd snuggle in his muscled arms, his big long donkey dick
laying between my legs, its dark helmet head jutting out front just below
my balls. I stroked its gigantic foreskin with fingers of both hands,
coaxing out his precum, and tasting a fingertip's worth when it began to
flow. He had tons of hot stories for me. Like when he was fuckin Tyrell's
mom and her water broke. He kept screwin as the warm liquid squirted out
around his stout prick. According to him, she labored for less than an
hour, with almost no pain. She just lay there for a while, and Tyrell
popped out. Like it was no worse than shittin' a great bit turd - no insult
or analogy intended.

"So where is she now?"

"She split right after Tyrell was born. The doctor at the hospital took
quite a shine to her cunt. When I came 'round to visit her and baby Tyrell,
there he was, his hand up her nightie, probably diddleing her clit. When he
brought it out, he sniffed the fingers and smiled. "That's some mighty fine
pussy you had there" he says. "It's been sayin to me, why don't I take over
brother-here's chores with that pussy. I hear he'd be glad I'm interested,
seein how he didn't want a kid in the first place."

"Is that true?"

"Yeah - basically. I didn't want no kid of hers, cuz I couldn't ever see
bein hooked to her the rest of my days. But after Tyrell was born, bein he
was half me and all - I struck a deal. I'd take the kid, and she could have
the doctor and his bank account. That's what she wanted most, though I
heard his dick was pretty good too. Never regretted it. Smartest move I
ever made. Tyrell's now the apple of my eye, and the biggest thing in my
life."

"Mine too," I said.

"Well, Andy, you may think so now, but it's way too soon for you to be
thinkin like that. Mind if I show you what I mean?"

I told him no. He then proceeded with a seduction routine that went far,
far beyond anything that ever happened to me before. It began with open
mouth kissing. His big mouth - opened wide – I swear, covered half my
face! I tried to reciprocate, but was no match for his long, strong
tongue. I kept thinkin' to myself: "How can someone possibly be endowed in
so many fuckin' different ways?"

It was my most erotic kiss ever, not that I'd had all that many up to
then. It seemed like he wanted to eat my whole face. I think I whimpered as
waves of pleasure coursed through me. He finally detached himself and
snickered. "And I thought I was gonna turn you queer. Christ, I'll eat shit
if you ain't the sweetest little white faggot around. But I guess you were
born to it - seein' as how faggy your daddy turns out to be. Tell you what:
I'm gonna blow the be-jesus outta that cute little stiffie you got. Wanna
find out just how sweet young white spooge tastes.

I looked down at his shapely head bobbing up and down, the balding spot on
top glistening damp and sweaty, With his enormous lips puckered around my
shaft, and wide nose pressed into my bush, nostrils flaring, the beauty and
macho of my powerful lover blew me away. I was suddenly focused on just one
thing: A desperate primal urge to give him everything he wanted, and
more. To please him with more cum than he might be expecting. I was both an
earthquake and a volcano. The tremors in my middle gave signal to an
eruption that was forthcoming, that would be inevitable. I began to
scream. There was no stopping now. When I tried to hold back, the pressure
became only more fantastic. I was cuming, and nothing could stop it. I
began quivering like an epileptic. My speech was gone. Only the primordial
scream remained. Paeans of pleasure ripped through my entire being, while I
let loose the spunk. It seemed like the earth shook, or at least wobbled.
Then I passed out.

When I came to, I was all cleaned up, and there was a crowd around the
bed. Tyrell's father was leaning over me, beaming, and cupping my bent
knees with both giant hands. "I do believe I just got this young man's
cherry," he said to our little group. "Andy, I'm truly honored, but it
shoulda been Tyrell suckin your dick, not me."

"No, Abe," Helen offered, "Better that it was you. Tyrell doesn't yet have
the skill - or maybe the soul - to do it like you."

"Why can't I have both?," I suggested.

"You can," Tyrell's father said, "and will, for as long as you want, until
someone else catches your eye."