Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 10:44:43 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Blackmale (Part 6) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (PART 6) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (Part 6)
BY: MOORE

"Do you play ball, Cole, do you play ball" the Coach's words
were echoing in my ears as I stumbled out of his office in a
trance-like state.  I almost expected to see my mother and
uncle, but the locker room was deserted.

Painful balls and a throbbing erection brought me back to
reality.  I had to rejoin my gym class out on the field, but
not with an oozing cock hard up against my stomach. I had to
jerk off a load, empty my cum filled balls.

I moved quickly through the locker room, past the showers,
and pushed open the squeaky door into a thankfully empty
bathroom.  Sinks and urinals along one wall, toilet stalls
on the opposite wall.  I hurried to a stall that was marked
out of order, closed and locked the door and began to work
on my swollen prick.

I froze in mid-stroke, close to orgasm, the squeak of the
bathroom door signaled another visitor.  Fearing discovery,
naked and jerking off in the bathroom, I quietly sat on the
toilet's tank, my feet out of sight on the seat.  There was
space between the door and the frame, I could look out and
see the urinals, I hoped nobody would look in.  Two voices
approached the urinals in front of my stall.

"I gotta piss so bad I can taste it."

"Me too."

"Save me a little."

"A little what?"

"Save me a little of your piss. I want to taste it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Who are these guys?
I couldn't see faces, only their asses standing in front of
the urinals with their shorts and jocks down to mid-thigh.

"I want to see if yours tastes different from a guy whose
had a lot of beer.  C'mon, one squirt.  Let me just bend
over and get the tip in my mouth, ok, go ahead.  Mmmm,
definitely different, better too.  I like it.  Let me suck
you now, I need to get off a load.  I'm still hot from
watching those naked kids.  It'll be ok, the kids are on
the field and the Coach is with the football team.  We're
alone. Please Randy."

Randy!!  The piss drinker must be Terry!!  The two student
teachers I thought, drawing away from the door in shock.
 
"What you said when we were talking in the locker room
before, you were right of course Randy, I am a faggot, slut
cocksucker .... and I love it.  So, can I?"

"Ok Terry, but make it fast.  I'd hate for one of the kids
to catch us with my dick in your mouth."

I heard Terry say, "That'd be ok Randy, I'd go down on his
cock too.  I'd suck off the entire class... be just like
summer camp when I was suckin' and swallowin' cum from
fifteen, twenty cocks a day.  Naked, on my knees, in a room
full of guys.  My place in life."

My ears were on fire. My head was spinning. My own jerk off
fantasy.

From my hiding place I watched Terry sink to his knees
and, in one continuous motion, slide his mouth onto Randy's
prick until his lips were lost in the pubic hair.  He put a
hand on Randy's ass and used the other to work his own
erection.

"I'm ready to shoot. Let's see if my aim is as good as your
biker friends", Randy said as he pulled back and jerked his
cock in front of Terry's open mouth.  Randy exploded, his
cum jetting into Terry's open mouth and on his face.  Terry
exploded, his cum landing on and between Randy's legs.  I
exploded, my cum landing on the door to the toilet stall.

"Let me clean it up", Terry said licking his cum off Randy's
legs and off the tile floor.

Gross, I thought, but noticed my cum dripping down the door
towards the floor, threatening to reveal my presence.  There
was no toilet paper in this out-of-order stall.  I had no
choice but to follow Terry's example and quietly lick my cum
off the door.

"We better get going", Randy said putting on his shirt,
pulling up his jock and shorts.  "Wash your face, you got
my cum all over you."

"Thanks Randy.  Would you also check me for cocksucker
mouth?"

"What the hell is cocksucker mouth?", Randy asked.

"Oh yeah, how would you know.  Well, when I deep throat a
guy down to the curlies or suck on his balls, sometimes hair
sticks in my teeth.  Get it, pubic hair in your teeth...
....cocksucker mouth."

"You are too fuckin' much.  No hair, you're ok.  Get dressed
and lets go, I've got a class tonight."

Terry said, "I have to be back on campus too.  I'm president
of the introduction committee this year and we got a meeting
tonight.  We take small groups of high school seniors on
tours of the university, show them a good time, bed 'em
overnight in the dorms, encourage them to apply for
admission.  Got a group coming in tomorrow from Thailand."

Tasting the cum in his mouth, Terry looked at Randy thinking
what a good pal, even though he's straight.  I really should
tell him about my step-brother so he'll understand why I'm
such a faggot slut cocksucker.  "I'm all dressed let's go."

I waited a few minutes until I was sure Randy and Terry were
gone before opening the door to my hiding place.  Knowing I
had to get to class before they sent somebody looking for
me, I hurried to the locker room, put on gym clothes and
joined my class.

"Coach kept you a long time", Peter said as I joined him and
Allan doing jumping jacks with the rest of the class.
"Is there a problem?"

"No, everything's fine", I replied as I moved easily through
the exercise routine.  Sit ups, push ups, knee bends, palms
to the ground.  I'm no athlete, but I have a lean and limber
body.

The football team was running plays on the other side of the
field. "You guys going to the game tomorrow?"

"I'm going",  Allan and Peter both responded as the
instructor blew his whistle and called out, "Hit the
showers."

"My mom comes home tonight, but I'm sure she'll let me go",
I said as we walked back to the locker room.

Coach's rules were in effect here too.  Every boy had to
shower after gym class.  Shirts, shorts, jocks and socks
into the large laundry baskets provided.  The shower room
had six heads and one separate stall with an opaque glass
door marked, staff only.

Forty naked teenage boys pushed to get under the shower
spray.  Bars of soap were passed from hand to hand.  It was
impossible to avoid brushing up against the soap slick body
next to you.

"What time does the game start", I asked Peter as I passed
him the bar of soap.

"The game starts at one Cole, but come earlier, we'll hang
out", Peter said passing the soap to Allan.  "We'll tell you
more about what happened to Richard last year."

Exactly what I wanted to hear about I thought as I closed my
eyes to wash the soap out of my hair.  Peter, or maybe it
was Allan, pressed a hand against my cock.

"You guys ever get laid", Allan asked.  "I mean fuck a girl."

"Not me."  Peter and I responded.  "What about you, Allan,
you ever go all the way?", I asked.

"No", Allan replied and then blurted out. "But I sorta got a
hand job this summer."

"Tell us, tell us.  Who did it?  Does she go to school here?"
Peter said excitedly.

Oh crap, Allan thought.  Why did I say that.  I can't tell
them the truth.  They'll think I'm queer.  I gotta tell 'em
something though he thought as he remembered the incident.

     Allan had been watching the lifeguard all afternoon.
     The towel accross his middle hardly concealing a full
     blown erection.  At break time, the lifeguard walked
     past Allan's poolside lounge on his way to the lockers.
     "You've been watching me, c'mon."  Allan followed like
     a puppy, wrapping the towel above his waist to best hide
     his tented bathing suit.

     Alone, in a corner of the locker room, the
     lifeguard felt the front of Allan's bathing suit,
     You're hard for me. I knew it."

     He pulled down his speedos, took Allan's hand and put
     it on his exposed cock.  "Jerk me off."  The lifeguard
     smiled as Allan did as he was told and jerked him off.
     Within minutes, Allan ejaculated, filling his bathing
     suit with sperm.  The lifeguard calmly shot his load on
     Allan's body and walked away.
     
Allan finally said, "Last month my family and I were at the lake.
They have little cabanas where you can change your clothes.
Anyway, this girl comes in and we're alone in the cabana.
She started rubbing my dick through my bathing suit.  I got
a hard on so fast, the tip of my dick was stickin' out the
top of my suit.  Then she took my hand and put it inside her
suit.  We heard someone coming in so that was the end of
that."

"Did you cum?  Did you look for her again?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, uh, I came."  Allan started to say, "I looked for
hi, um ah, uh that girl, but I couldn't find her."
Looking to change the topic, Allan said, "Say, we better get
out of here, the football team will be coming in soon."

The three boys dressed hurriedly and as they were leaving
the locker room Peter said,  "Would you let a guy blow you?
I mean when my brother was home from college I heard him
talking on the phone and he was saying,

'Yeah, the faggot was good.  Set him up again for the next
frat party.  No, I prefer broads too, but nobody sucks cock
like a fag.'

"So would you let a guy suck you off?"

Allan and I looked nervously at each other.  Afraid to say
the wrong thing.

Allan spoke first. "It depends, um.  I mean like, whose the
guy?  You wouldn't have to do anything?  What do you think
Cole?"

"Let me think a minute", I said stalling for time.  "Well, if
Peter's older brother thinks it's ok, then I guess...."
Feeling more confident with this logic I continued, "I guess
its ok.  Sure, why not.  A blow jobs a blow job."

"I agree with Cole", Allan said.  Leaving it at that.

A block or two from school the three boys split up calling out,
"See ya tomorrow."