Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 08:59:21 +0200
From: Shaun White <corcega112@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Black Daddies - Part 5

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions.  If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately.  Please read at your own risk.

My Black Daddies. Part 5

     My mum eventually arrived home from the hospital at about 10.30 am.
As soon as she came in I rushed to her and hugged and kissed her.  She said
how good it was to be home again.  I asked how she was and she said she was
fine, it had only been a routine thing and had gone well.  She said she was
fit to go back to work but as tomorrow was her normal day off she would
take things easy for today and tomorrow and then resume her usual routine.
She asked how I had coped the past 2 days and I told her I had coped very
well but it was good to see her back home again.  I said I would like a
long talk with her soon and she replied "No time like the present then so
make me a cup of tea and we can sit quietly for you to tell me whatever
your news is."  As mum sat in the lounge I went to the kitchen and busied
myself making her a cup of tea and a cup of coffee for myself.

     We settled in the lounge after placing our cups on the coffee table in
front of the settee.  I sat alongside mum.  I said "I don't really know how
to start, I have been wanting to chat to you for a while now but I find it
embarrassing to begin."  Mum said "Might it help if I say I think it is
maybe about your feelings now that you are changing from being a little boy
to being a man.  I have noticed a change in you over the past few months
and I realise how hard it must be for you when you don't have a father to
talk to about men's things."  I moved closer to mum and kissed her on the
cheek and said "Oh mum, that has made it so much easier for me.  I want to
tell you how my body is changing and along with that my emotions are
changing.  Things come into my mind which I never thought of before.
However the most worrying thing for me is that I feel that if I tell you my
true feelings you will hate me."  Mum looked shocked at that suggestion and
said "My dear Ivan, you ought to know me better than that.  You are my son
and I will love you forever whatever you turn out to be.  You suspect that
if you tell me you are Gay I will disown you.  Oh yes, that has shocked you
but a mother has intuitions and I have noticed you lately.  Whilst other
boys are showing an interest in girls you have shown no interest.  Am I
correct?"  "Oh, mum, I wish we had had this talk months ago."  She said
"Ivan, you are at that age when you go through phases.  The fact that you
might prefer your own sex now does not mean you will be Gay, it is possible
you will grow out of it in a year's time but I can assure you that if you
are Gay or Hetero it will make no difference to how I love you."  "But mum,
it is not as simple as that.  You see, not only do I prefer people of my
own sex but I also prefer older men instead of boys of my own age."  "Look
Ivan, age makes no difference, it is how the heart feels.  I might as well
tell you that I had my suspicions confirmed a week ago when I was loading
the washing machine.  I dropped a pair of your underpants on the floor and
when I picked them up I saw the expected stains on the pants but I was
surprised to see the same stains were at the back of the pants as well as
on the front.  So, you see my dear, what you are telling me does not come
as a great shock.  I would rather you be open with me than do things behind
my back."  "Mum, I have to tell you that a couple of weeks ago when I was
skate boarding in the park I had a problem with my skate board when a wheel
came off and a man helped me to mend it.  He was very nice and kind and I
thanked him for helping me.  Since then I have met him a few times and we
get on so well.  He is like a brother or a father to me.  However, you will
be horrified to hear that he is Black."  "So, he is Black!  What difference
does that make?  The colour of his skin does not matter, it is what is in
his heart which matters more.  I have noticed a big change in you in the
past 2 weeks, you have been so much happier, you have been more cheery as
though life was good.  You have been more considerate towards me helping
with chores in the house without being asked.  Your bedroom is tidier and
you take more care of your appearance.  If this man is the cause of all
that how can I criticise him. Now, the next time you meet him I want you to
tell him that you have told me about him and when the time suits him I
would like to meet him, maybe invite him in for a cup of tea or even a
stronger drink.  When do you expect to meet him again?"  "He is going to
phone me in a few days' time."  "Well son, if you have no more problems to
tell me about, then I am happy and I am now going to enjoy that cup of tea
even if it is almost cold now."  I felt very guilty about making up the
story of the wheel coming off my skateboard but the rest of the talk had
gone far better than I could have hoped for,

     I could not take in that my mother had accepted that I might be Gay
and that the person I was interested in was a man much older than me but
also was Black.  I waited for Eric to phone me and when he rang 3 days
later I said I wanted to meet him as soon as possible because I had some
news for him.  We arranged to meet later that day, early evening.  Eric met
me and we went back to his apartment.  I would not tell him my news until
we were at his apartment then I told him of my talk with my mum.  He was
surprised that I had opened my heart to her as much as I had but when he
heard that she accepted the situation and even wanted to meet him he seemed
greatly relieved.  He suggested we should celebrate and took me into his
bedroom.  We stripped each other and leapt on the bed.  We kissed and
hugged each other for ages before he put a good amount of lube at my rear
opening.  He was already almost fully hard but I sucked him a bit to make
sure he was at full stretch then I lay in the middle of the bed and raised
my legs.  He moved closer to me and pressed into me.  I opened up for him
and accepted his entry.  He pushed slowly but steadily in.  When he
bottomed out he paused and said "Now I am going to make love to you, my
dear Ivan."  He started to pull out and when he was almost totally out he
stopped and pushed in again as deep as he could go.  This started a steady
in and out which he was not going to hurry.  I felt every movement and more
so by the fact that he was giving my prostate a steady massage with every
movement of his big, thick, Black man meat.  Much though I wanted it to go
on and on my tight pussy worked it's magic and he reached a climax.  He
shot more cum into me than he had ever done before.  It seemed to be never
ending and then when he could give me no more he still stayed in me.  He
lowered his body onto mine and kissed me passionately, our tongues battling
with each other.  If this is love, long may it last.  Eventually we
separated and when I looked at him he had tears in his eyes just beginning
to roll down his cheeks.  I said "What is wrong?"  "Wrong, he said, nothing
is wrong my love, everything right now is so, so right, I am crying tears
of happiness."

     It was another week before Eric plucked up the courage to face my mum
but when the time came they got on really well together.  In fact they got
on so well I had a slight twinge of fear that she might even steal him from
me but when I told him that later he said "No chance!"

     Only a few days after Eric met my mum the monthly meeting of the Black
men was due on 1st September.  Eric had asked me if I wanted to back out of
going to it.  He said if so they would try to seduce another young teen but
I said I was quite happy to keep my role with them as I loved being fucked
by Black men with big cocks and their chief certainly had a big one.  Eric
pointed out that the chief only had me that time because I was new and that
this time I would be laid on the "altar" again but this time I would be
available to any man there either to fuck my mouth or to fuck my pussy.  He
said it might be too many men for me to cope with.  I assured him I would
give it my best try and I was sure that if I was there also as his boy it
would help his standing among the other men.

     So, a few days later on the day of their monthly meeting Eric
collected me and took me to the same cellar where about 15 Black men were
waiting, all naked.  We joined them and as Eric stripped, 2 of the men
approached me and stripped my clothes from me and then led me to the altar
and lifted me on it.  I was laid face down so that my boy pussy was
available at one end and my mouth was available at the other end.  The
chief sat in a special chair, like a throne.  He rang a small bell and 2
men came towards me.  They proceeded to make sure I was well lubed and then
one fed his cock into my mouth and I started to suck him off.  At the same
time the other man moved to the other end and pushed his cock into me and
started to fuck me.  Both men climaxed very quickly and I swallowed a good
amount of Black man's juice, the first of much more to come that evening.
After that there was a steady stream of men feeding me at both ends and so
it continued for 2 hours.  I lost count of how many men used me but finally
the chief rang the bell again and I was lifted from the altar and taken
back to where Eric was watching the proceedings.  I realised then that he
had not come to the altar to use me.  We got dressed.  I was handed the
same sum of money as the previous time and then we left in Eric's car.  On
the way home I asked why he had not fucked me and he said "I no longer want
you under those circumstances.  When I have you it has to be much more
private.  I accept that I offer you to my friends and you are happy to be
fucked by them but this meeting is different, those men only want you as a
white hole to fill, no feelings for you.  At least when I arrange a small
party of friends they want you to enjoy the fucking as much as they enjoy
it but the men today have no feelings towards you, none whatsoever.

     On the journey home Eric asked if he thought my mum would allow me to
stay with him all one night.  He said he had a friend whose birthday it was
in a few days' time and Eric would like me to be the centre of attraction
at the birthday party but as it could go on until late into the night it
would mean me staying overnight with him.  I said I would have a word with
my mum about it but so long as it was to be held on a night when I would
not have to get up for school the next day I said I thought she might
agree.  He said the party would most probably be held either on a Friday or
Saturday night but he would know very soon.  I said I would put it to my
mum and try my hardest for her to allow it to happen.  With that I leant
over and kissed him briefly before getting out of the car so that I could
rush to my bathroom.  I was desperate to use the toilet.

End of Part 5

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