Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2011 16:02:08 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: High School Basketball Part 1

This is a work of erotic fiction. The events in this story and all of the
characters in it are purely fictional.  This story is not to be read by
minors.  It may include sexual acts between teenagers, and between teenager
and adults. It may also contain racially offensive language.  If this type
of erotic fiction disturbs you, or if you find that you may be unduly
influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your
personal erotic fictional entertainment.

All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this
story.

Special thanks to Huxley, a reader who inspired this story.

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"What the ..." Jammar gasped out loud and then he caught himself and shut
up so that the other two boys in the locker room wouldn't know he was
there. He hid behind one of the metal lockers and took in the scene he
happened to stumble upon.

Rashad, his homeboy and the star athlete on the high school basketball team
was crouched on his ashy knees, with a basketball at his side, licking a
skinny white boy's ass.  He seemed to have his tongue all the way up in
there, too.

The white boy was facing the locker with his ass jutting in Rashad's black
face. The skinny white boy goaded the star basketball player, "Yeah, lick
my asshole you tough black bitch. Lick it clean. Stick your tongue up there
and lick it good."

Rashad slurped on the white boy's hole, French kissing the boy's ass as if
he was in love with it.

Jammar couldn't believe his eyes; no way could Rashad be a fuckin' faggot!
And no way could this youthful embodiment of African American manhood be
down on his knees licking a white boy's ass. This had to be a mistake. This
had to be a horrible dream.

Jammar pinched himself to rouse from the dream but nothing changed. Rashad
was still on his knees and the white boy was still towering over him,
enjoying the sensations of having a tough, black teenage athlete French
kiss his ass.

Rashad was even holding onto the white boy's thighs as the boy rubbed his
ass in his dark face. The white boy grabbed the back of Rashad head and
forced it deeper inside his ass. Rashad gagged a bit, and then he just
knelt there and took it.

 Jammar whispered to himself, "Rashad, Rashad ... what the fuck has
happened to you man?"

Adding to Jammar's disbelief and confusion he felt his own cock strangely
getting hard while he watched his home boy's humiliation.

The white teen turned and sneered at Rashad, "Dig deep and lick it
good. You know I can do a lot of things for you."

It was at the point that it finally dawned on Jammar who the white boy was;
he was Timothy Harmon, the division one basketball scout's son.

A thought slowly crossed Jammar's mind, could it be that ...?

Just as Jammar was about to complete a thought the white boy whirled
around, stroking his throbbing red cock, and shot a stream of cum across
the black boy's face – then he shot another and another until Rashad's
face was dripping with the white boy's cum.

"Now you look like a real champ," the white boy smirked. Rashad just
blinked and began to wipe cum off of his face but the white boy stopped
him, "No, just sit there. I like how you look with my skeet dripping off of
your nose and your lips."

Jammar waited, hidden in the shadow of a locker, while the white boy slowly
put his clothes back on and while the black boy remained squatted at the
white boy's feet. The teenage white boy's jism covered Rashad's face.

It seemed to take forever before the white boy to get dressed.

Once he was fully dressed and was leaving the locker room he turned to the
still-squatting cum-soaked black boy and reminded him again, "Remember, I
can make you a division one player, or I can see to it that you'll never be
heard from at all..."

Rashad just sat there, on the cold, hard locker room floor, his mouth
dumbly hanging open and this thick lips glistening with his own salvia and
the white boy's cum.

Once the boy was gone Jammar was tempted to jump out of the shadows and
humiliate his former black hero, but then he thought the better of it, "If
Rashad has a deal with Timothy to make him a division one player then maybe
Timothy would be willing to do the same for me...but is it worth it?"

He looked over again at the young black hero's cum-stained face that,
moments before, had been buried inside the white boy's shitter. Jammar
wasn't sure, but he knew that it would be best that neither boy find out
that he had spied on them until he could make up his mind.

As Rashad got up to wipe the horny teenager's cum off of his face Jammar
took advantage of the opportunity to slip out of the shadows of the locker
room and back into the sunshine of the high school's campus so he could
mull over his options.

He felt giddy about the thought that he may have found a sure way to wind
up on a the basketball team of a division one university, but he was
frightened every time he thought about the humiliation he would have to
endure in order to get there.

But even as he was thinking this over he couldn't help but to notice that
he was sporting a killer boner that refused to go down.

To be continued...