Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 01:56:51 -0800 (PST)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ebony High 11

Ebony High 11

Jamey goes with the Team


Jamey, slim pretty and blonde, was well in time for the basketball team
coach to brief him on the away game. He sat down beside the tall heavily
built older black, feeling the strong but gentle masculine power he exuded.

Jamey felt something akin to hero worship for the powerful young black who
was one of the school's PE/games teachers. Many older boys, called him by
his first name, Nathan.  He was a friendly guy, and "one of the boys" to
them. It was to him that Jamey went if he'd had a particularly bad or hard
day, but today he was excited because he was taking him with the team for
an important away match.

"Your job Jamey is team support.  Aside from dealing with the towels and
the locker room, you have to relax the team members when they want it, you
understand, Jamey? You've been quick to pick up the massage required, and
I've been very pleased with you. Muscles can tense up after training and
before and after a game and young Alpha 1 young blacks like these need to
relax them.  I will be there for anything more major. But you know that the
boys themselves asked for you today as their towel boy? Their lucky charm
if you like! Whenever they've chosen a really good Pod white for a game
like this we've won, so I'll need you down on the side of the court visibly
supporting them, and praising them, thats always a great booster.  You know
most of their names, Jamey?"

"There's a few I don't know, but most of them have had me during last year
Sir. A few are in my Pod."

"Ah yes! The Silva Niggas isn't it?" he laughed "The names these boys come
up with!" Well, don't go wearing your Pod uniform today, or you're going to
upset the Young Tigers, Black Leopards and God knows who else! With the
team, your responsibilities are to the Ebony High Basketball Team thats who
you belong to. You got the vest on, so I guess you know that.

Anyway you can meet the guys on the bus and get to know them. Its important
that you go and sit with them if they call you, there's plenty of room on
the bus. We need to get that special team spirit going, the sense of
ownership of you by the team will really help." Jamie's surprisingly large
cock stiffened.

"That's my boy!, said the coach, squeezing the whiteboy's cock gently
inside his Pod style short white shorts.

He stroked his soft blond hair, and let the boy rest his head on his
muscular smooth black chest.

"You're seventeen now Jamey?" The boy nodded

"You sure don't look it boy!" But, the coach thought, he's a real boy, a
pretty white boy but not too feminine. Nice. A real nigga-dick hardener.No
wonder the team want him!

"Stand up and let me see you, boy! You look real pretty this morning"

Jamey stood up in front of the handsome black coach. His midriff was bare
as usual and the brief team vest was marked Ebony High Basketball Team,
front and back. His cock pushed out the ultra brief white cotton shorts
alarmingly.. They were so short they showed the white ass-cheeks rear up
from his bronzed legs. Jamey turned for him to see his ass. "You know boy
you got a nigga's ass, high and perky, cept creamy white." He put his hand
up the back of the shorts. Jamey pointed to the school logo, the black
clenched fist of Black Power.

"They got this tattooed on my bum now Sir! It's not real permanent -- has
to be renewed every term I think, and the school name. You want to see,
Sir?"

Oh my dear Lord, he thought, what were they going to do next? You bet he
wanted to see!

His long black cock now rigid in his track suit, he pulled the boy's shorts
down off the butt, leaving the cock holding them up from the front.

And there it was! "Ebony High" bold on the left cheek of the round white
butt, and the black clenched fist on the right, the deep cleft of the
whiteboy's ass running between. He felt his large black cock jump.  He
looked up the boy's back, at the abbreviated white vest with the team name
on it.  The vest had been cut, quite roughly, an inch or two below the
boy's nipples.  Jamey was breathing heavily, passing his white boy's body
into the control of this strong black male.

He looked up the boy's back, at the cut-off white vest with the Ebony High
team name on it.  He ran his fingers up and down the boy's crack and then
down, under him, to the tight white balls.  He spread the cheeks and looked
at the shaved slightly reddened hole. His white-boy cunt, as he knew the
boys in the team would call it. He pushed his thick long middle finger in
gently, as Jamey bent forward to facilitate his access. Nicely lubricated
he thought. He added a second finger and frigged him quickly for no more
than half a minute, and then smelled his fingers. Clean and smelling of
lavender!

He pulled the shorts right down, Jamey's cock springing back to bounce off
his stomach as the elastic waist released it. God, this boy's sex is so
tightly wound, he thought, the centre, the core of his being.

He turned the boy round to face him and sitting as he was, level with the
exposed shaved bobbing white cock, he leant across and kissed it. He opened
his thick generous lips and took the head of the cock into his mouth and
gently sucked it. He took it out, looked at it, pulled back the foreskin,
and opened his mouth for Jamey to push it in.  Jamey did so slowly, giving
the black coach his cock as a gift to him.  He looked down at the strong
black muscular black man sucking the head of his cock and he blinked
nervously, an intensly serious look on his face. He was breathing hard, he
hadn't cum for ages, not since Paolo shaved him yesterday.

The coach slid his lips down the cock to the boy's balls, closed his eyes
and held him there by the bum-cheeks, breathing in deeply the sweet clean
smells of the boy's body.

Then he pulled away. He didn't want the boy to cum.  Not now.

"Please fuck me, Sir?" The boy put his hand round the thick black tool
hidden in the trach suit.

"You're the best, Jamey!" he said, patting his bottom. "I'd love to but
we'll wait til we get back OK? Lets get the match over first."

"OK Jamey, my boy, we gotta move!" He pulled up the boy's shorts, and
watched him with difficulty position his cock up the front. Fortunately for
Jamey it was a cock that when hard pointed strongly upwards, but it was
large and strong for such a gentle soft white boy. The blacks in school
loved it and his Pod called it Jamey's Handle, great to hold on to when
fucking him.Unlike the Coach, they didn't find much other use for it, other
than to hang their briefs or boxers on if they fucked him standing.

Nathan looked down out of the window at the gym car park. The bus had
arrived and the boys were already waiting by it, sprawled in groups on the
grass with their kit bags. Jamey looked down at the dozen or more tall
blacks sitting, their long legs stretched before them, some in jeans and
sweat shirts, others in track suits. Oh my! He thought. His cock jumped.

I want you to get the team's stuff in the bus, Jamey. It's not heavy stuff,
you should be able to manage. Store it in the bus locker.

There's likely to be a riot on this bus, thought Nathan, and I wouldn't
miss it for the world!



                                     * * * * * * *



For what seemed ages to him Jamey carried the team kit , towels and massage
stuff, and a lot of bags, from the gym and stored them in the bus locker
under the passenger accomodation. When the black players first saw him
there were wolf whistles and a few ironic cheers. They got up with their
bags, chatting and as a group moved closer to the bus.

None of them moved to help him. Nathan loaded him with towels and bags in
the gym and he carried them to the bus, bending down to store them in the
large bus lockers. The boys gathered round to watch. Each time he bent over
there were laughs. By the third trip they had noticed his hard-on, his Pod
members helpfully pointing it out to the rest to general amusement. As he
bent over to push the bags in further there were ironic jeers as he spread
his legs to push them.

"Hey guys, lemme show you something." A strong black hand held him down in
the small of the back as with the other hand his shorts were yanked down
below his white ass. Olu, a tall muscular Nigerian member of Jamey's Pod
stood back for them to get a full view, keeping the boy pinned down with
one hand. A dozen black boys' mouths fell open, and they grabbed
eachother's hands and shouted with laughter. A few hugged eachother as they
laughed.  Then they took a closer look.

While Jamey's Pod members stood back, for they had seen it all a week
before, the blacks examined the white boy's ass, pinching and prodding it,
some licking their fingers and rubbing the tattoos to see if they came off.
They didn't.

"Fuck, they branded the bitch-boy!"

"Jesus!!"

Black hands slapped his English butt.

"Hey Jamey! You got a Black Powered ass for real now!"

Someone reached under him for his cock, pulling the shorts further
down. "Hey guys he's real hard!"

"Man, so am I nigga, lookin at dat!" exclaimed one of the other west
Africans, Sola Oni, always without inhibition, and working his dick from
outside his track suit. He looked around the tall blacks and saw most of
them were feeling their dicks.

Wondering what the commotion was all about the driver of the bus with his
son climbed down to look.  The driver laughed heartily. He'd had Pod whites
on the team bus before, and knew what games the boys would play. For his
son, small neat and Jamey's age, it was astonishing and he stared seriously
at the naked butt and its markings.

"Hey guys, cut it out, we got to be off!"

The blacks stood back and a red faced blonde head emerged from the
locker. Jamey looked up at the goodlooking black youths mocking him. His
white cock jumped. Nathan stood back for a moment or two looking at the
lean tall looselimbed black youths surrounding the exposed near naked
smaller blonde haired boy, red with shame at the mirth his branded butt was
still causing.

"Now guys listen up! You need your strength for the game. There's time
after for you to release all the excess energy you got.  Jamey's with us
until tonight. So on the bus, no problem with getting to know him, he's a
great kid and is here to help you, a little stress relief here and there is
ok but nothing heavy until the locker room after the game, ok?"

"Jamey get their bags and stow them and cover your butt.  Guys, on the
bus!!" Nathan shepherded the driver' and his son together, the boy still
looking back at Jamey, and followed them on to the bus.

The black youths were in a great mood as they passed their bags to the
whiteboy without a thought. Jamey got most of them in, and was almost
there.  Then, as he was loaded with the last bags Le Roy, a strong
Jamaican, Thierry's tormentor in the Black Leopards Pod, came up and yanked
his shorts back down.  I just want a few pics, Boy," and he got a few close
ups of the white boy's butt. "I wanna send a couple round."  Then he came
round and took a few from the front -- of Jamey loaded with bags above
the waist and naked below, his white cock straining upwards towards his
navel. Then he hung his baseball cap on the boy's dick, hanging low down on
the white balls, and took a few more, making sure the bus with its row of
grinning black boy faces was well in shot.



"Get a move on Boy, get the fucking bags in!" said LeRoy, slapping the
white butt hard. Jamey struggled to stow the last bags butt naked. LeRoy
took a few more of the white branded butt protruding from the bus locker
with the team laughing and cheering out of the windows above him. By the
time Jamey clambered aboard, the team was anxious to get away and blaming
him for the delay.

"Seat for you down here at the back, Boy!"

They slapped his butt as he passed down the bus, holding on to his shorts.

It was a two hour journey. And it was an old African style bus with bench
seats -- wide enough for three on the one side and two on the other. It
could take 50 boys full and they were only 16 on it, so almost all the boys
got a window. They also got Jamey.  He was passed down the bus like a bag
of sweets from one black cock to the next.  He had sucked just about every
black cock in the team before they reached Savanna Academy. Most of them
spurted off in his mouth without expending too much energy and getting too
hot. With their hands down his shorts and his tattooed ass on display it
didn't take most of them long. They watched fascinated as long and short,
fat and thin nigga dicks were taken into his mouth and he was pushed down
on them by his blonde hair. Jamey took most of them to the balls. He was
defeated only by Christophe's 12 inch black dong -- the Rwandese didn't
make a fuss and slapping the white ass hard shot his load into Jamey's
face.

Halfway down the bus Le Roy lurked with his buddy Kingsley his black
American buddy.. They wanted his white ass, and they got it. They pushed
him over the back of a seat and with great athleticism screwed him with
force. Taking turns on the white ass they came deep inside him, the whole
bus got up to watch. Pushed to the front to ensure he could see was the
driver's son, the small fresh seventeen year old now exploring for himself
the whiteboy's cock and balls.

Nathan, who had been dozing after a late night and an early morning woke to
the melee in the middle of the bus, and the first thing he saw was the
naked white butt raised to window level, and Kingsley hard fucking his seed
into it.

"Hey guys! Leave it off for Chrissake! Get your nigga dicks out of his ass
and put his shorts on.  People outside gonna see you!" A slim young black
who felt a bit sorry for the blonde boy struggled to pull the shorts back
over the white butt, holding him by the dick as he did so.

The Coach called Jamey over to the front of the bus before they arrived and
sat him between him and the driver's son. He ruffled the boy's hair,
cleaning out some cum, and wiped his face with a towel from his bag. Well
done Jamey -- they're all happy now and they've had a good team
experience.

"Will he really be fucked by all the team after the match?" the boy asked
Nathan brightly.

"Well, not necessarily, they'll do as they wish I guess. But most of these
big guys get pretty worked up after a good match.  So the changing room
atmosphere, depending whether we win or lose, can be pretty charged.  We
lose and they want to vent their anger so it could be rough. Ask your Dad
later if you can drop in -- you'd be welcome.

"Jamey, boy, you better be praying for a win!" The boy was nestled into his
side.

The driver's son wouldn't be discouraged from asking important questions.

"Why do these white boys let us use them like girls?"

"Well, they don't have many choices and they do get protection from their
Pod." Jamey who was listening thought "Oh yeah? Le Roy and Kingsley are
members of my Pod!"

"Jamey here is safe with his Pod; they belong to him and he belongs to them
-- get it? Plus of course Jamey is gay, and this way he gets all the
black cock he could wish for. Isn't that so Jamey?"

Jamey, who was wondering when they were going to stop talking about him
like he was a pet dog, flushed and said "Yes Sir!".

"Would he want my cock?" said the boy. "Its black but not as big as those
guys got"

He unzipped his shorts and pulled it out of his briefs, already hard and
moist.

Without a word Jamey slid to the floor in front of Nathan and took the
boy's cock into his mouth.

The boy seemed electrified by being sucked off, and his 6 inch cock spurted
his thick boy cum into Jamey's mouth in less than minute. Jamey laid his
blonde head on the boy's shiny black thighs and breathed in his rural
African boy musk. He pulled the stained worn briefs off the boy's balls and
licked them gently as Nathan watched him. Then he carefully replaced the
black cock and balls in the boy's underwear and zipped up his shorts. The
boy patted the seat between himself and Nathan, to tell him to come back to
sit down, and Jamey squeezed himself back in between them.

                                * * * * * * * *

Ebony High won easily. The match had been greatly helped by Jamey and a few
other supporters yelling their heads off for their team. Their opponents,
on home ground, were simply no match for them. The home crowd gave Jamey a
hard time, jeering and yelling obscenities at him but he didn't care about
that. Rather the sight of hundreds of black boys jeering and laughing at
him from the tiered seats gave him the most almighty desire to be fucked by
nigga dicks. The Ebony House boys beamed at him, at the end of the match,
impressed with him for being so strong in face of all the taunts, and proud
of his wild support for the Ebony High team. They were above all pleased
with themselves for being able to show what good athletes they were.

In the showers Jamey handed out soap, wash cloths and towels, massaged
knees, groins,arms, legs, butts and dicks.

After most of the guys had stripped down and the room was full of
glistening sweaty black muscle, young black bodies all round, he had been
gang-fucked up against the wall and then with his legs held over his head
on a bench.  Jamey was desperate for it -- wanting one nigga dick after
the next, as black after black came in his ass and his mouth he was pulled
across to suck others. Kneeling in the centre of the changing room he was
in the middle of them, level with their nigga dicks.

Two Senegalese players then picked him up like a baby, and carried him into
the communal showers. Jamey couldn't take his eyes off the tall naked
muscular niggas that surrounded him, and he happily sucked all the nigga
dicks that were presented to him. Naked black and shiny under the water the
two graceful Senegalese players wanted him desperately. They pushed him
down between them and spit roasted him under the warm water. Surrounded by
the naked team they took Jamey to a height of passion that he had never
before experienced and when they each in turn finally slammed their juice
into him up against the wall, his own cock pressed up against the wet tiles
spurted out his white boy juice.

A dozen shiny wet niggas surrounded him. He got on his knees under the hot
water and lovingly soaped and washed one nigga dick after the other.  Nigga
tools sprayed him cum as the boys stood over him their arms locked round
each-others shoulders. He looked up through the pouring water to see
several of them deep kissing each other as he dealt with their dicks.They
stood round watching him.  Each and every one of them beautiful to him --
black strong and sweaty. The bollock naked, big dicked Le Roy even hugged
him after cumming in his mouth.  Jesus!

 No-one else fucked him. Perhaps they knew they coudn't match the
Senegalese He lay on the floor of the showers after the last dripping black
dick had unloaded over him. He was alone, though there was boisterous
chatter and good natured fun going on in the locker room next door. The
next thing he knew was that the Senegal boys came back for him, helped him
up, and led him out of the showers. They took him into the locker room and
dried him off as he stood on a bench.

Jamey was still shaking with the aftermath of so much passionate
lovemaking.  That's what it had been.  Not a cruel schoolboy fuckfest. But
a hard disciplined yet loving team fuck. The team's juices had come
together in his body

Then someone started to clap.  He looked around and saw it was Nathan. Then
the boys joined in.

They were applauding him! He looked around at a dozen tall young naked
black bodies, the bodies of Gods he thought, their dicks hanging loose, and
they were smiling and clapping him.

Tears came running down his cheeks and he started to sob. Arms came round
him and asked him what was wrong. He looked up.  The two very black Senegal
youths were either side of him, their long black cocks arched across his
white stomach.

"Nothing" said Jamey "I'm just so happy!! He took hold of the two black
cocks as they each sucked one of his tits.  And there, standing on a bench
with the team applauding him they quickly and expertly tossed him off.

"You our lucky charm, whiteboy! Someone called out "You're the best lil
whitey boy we've had!"

"Enjoy yourself, boy!"

The end of this episode.

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