High School Basketball Part 4

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. 

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From Part Three: Jamar caught his homeboy basketball hero in the locker room sucking a white teenager’s cock. It turns out the teen is the son of a division one basketball recruiter and Rashad was trying to get an inside track on getting noticed by the scout. Jamar took a good hard look at his surroundings in the ghetto and realized that only the handsome white boy could help him, just as he is helping Jamar’s homeboy, Rashad – but the white teen’s help will likely come with a price. The only question for the young black athlete was whether or not the white boy’s price would be too steep to make it worth it – and why Jamar, a proud straight black male, kept getting a hard-on just by thinking about submitting to the white boy’s cock.

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Jamar saw Timothy approaching, a golden haired mop-headed white boy whose bangs covered his forehand and rested just above his eyes. 

The lean, toned white teenager approached with the grace of an athlete, exuding a relaxed, casual, laid-back self-confidence that Jamar rarely saw in the black boys he hung out with. All of Jamar’s friends had a loud, cocky, over-the-top self-conscious “confidence” that might just as easily be insecurity in disguise. 

Jamar took it all in and found that he was strangely drawn to this blond teenager. 

Soon the two boys were standing face-to-face. Jamar knew that this was his chance; it was either now or never.

“Yo Timothy,”

The white boy seemed mildly surprised. Most of the black boys in school never bothered to talk to him – usually they treated him like he wasn’t even there. He looked at Jamar, unsure if this was just a greeting or if the black teenager was actually trying to start a conversation.

Jamar moved in closer, “Yo Timothy, man. I been thinkin’. I be a damn good baller and your ol’ man – your daddy – he be a scout for university basketball teams, and I was just wonderin’ what it takes for a nigga to get noticed.”

Timothy’s cool blue eyes stared straight at Jamar, making the black boy feel strangely weak inside. But then the white boy’s thin red lips broke into a slight smile, relaxing the young black stallion. “So, you want to make it to division one basketball?”

Jamar dutifully nodded his head.

“Well, my dad says all it takes is talent, discipline and a lot of hard work.” Timothy turned to leave but Jamar pressed him further.

“Yeah, I got all that, but what else do it take?”

Timothy looked at the bronze Nubian warrior quizzically, “What do you mean, ‘what else does it take’?”

Jamar pressed him, “I mean what else do it take to get noticed, to get a basketball scout’s attention?”

Timothy looked at the boy blankly, “That’s it – just discipline, talent and hard work.” He turned and tried to walk away again but Jamar grabbed him gently by the arm, sensing that if he didn’t take advantage of this opportunity he would never get another chance.

Jamar cocked his head as if he were letting Timothy in on a secret, “Yeah, but…you know… we can all do each other favors, know what I’m sayin’?”

Timothy just stared at him, as if he didn’t understand.  Jamar shifted awkwardly on his feet, unsure what to do next. 

He tried again, “I mean I got needs you can help me out with, and you got needs maybe I can help you with…know what I’m sayin’?”

Timothy seemed slightly amused and slightly confused, “What kind of needs can you help me with? 

Jamar was now talking out of the side of his mouth like a criminal informant passing on secret information to an undercover cop, “I mean man-type needs, know what I’m sayin’? I can take care of ‘em for you – you know, with my mouth and shit,” Jamar hesitated but slowly added, “and even with my ass if I have to.”

The words finally seemed to sink in. A light appeared in the depths of Timothy’s cool blue eyes and a nasty, shit-eating grin slowly spread across the blond haired boy’s otherwise angelic face.

“Have you been talking to one of the other players?”

Jamar shook his head, pretending he had come up with this idea out of the blue.

Timothy eyed the teenage baller skeptically, “Hmmm, you guys come on so tough, proud and arrogant but you don’t have to scratch very deep below the surface to find out what hoes you people really are.”

Jamar flinched at the insult but he couldn’t afford to upset the white boy so he just weakly smiled and nodded his head.

Timothy seemed to relish egging the young man on so he continued, “You probably wanna suck my dick anyways; saying you’re just doing it so you can get noticed by a basketball scout is probably just an excuse so you guys don’t have to admit to yourselves that you really just want a white cock in your mouths.”

Jamar stiffened at this suggestion and began to vigorously deny it, but then he thought the better of the situation and remained silent, staring expressionlessly straight ahead.

The mischievous imp in Timothy kept rising while Jamar was being deflated, “My cock gets hard all day without even thinking about it; what makes you think I need your nigger lips to suck on it?”

Jamar was stunned for a moment. Not only was he afraid Timothy was about to reject his offer, but this bold white boy had just dropped the “N-bomb”, and made no apologies about it.  No white boy that Jamar knew ever did anything like that.

Timothy just stood there, beaming in Jamar’s face. Both boys felt their cocks getting hard from this conversation. Each boy grabbed his own crotch, hoping to conceal the stiff manhood arising in his pants.

Jamar felt the need to cuss the white boy out, just as a reflex; but he felt a deeper, more genuine, more confusing and troubling need to reward the white boy for such brazen boldness by falling to his knees and sucking the white boy’s cock. He felt closer than ever to the white boy, now that the boy had insulted him.

The N-word triggered a powerful reaction in Jamar that neither boy could have anticipated or understood. Jamar felt wildly aroused. He bit his lower lip, partially to express the anger that was expected of him, but mostly out of sexual frustration and desire for this bold white teenager who seemed comfortable in his role of having black boys submit to him.

There was a long pause, finally Timothy said, “Well, you’re good enough as a hero on the basketball court; let’s see how good you are at putting those lips of yours to work sucking a fan’s cock when nobody else is around. Let’s see if you’re an all round entertainer.”

Jamar felt a burst of excitement, as if someone had just handed him a good-paying job; then he realized that the only thing he had won was the right to such a horny white teenager’s cock. He tried to force himself to be angry about so humiliating a prospect but there was something about the golden glow of the teenager’s face and body that calmed Jamar and made him want to get on his knees and service the boy.

Jamar seemed tranquilized by Timothy’s dreamy blue eyes. 

They white boy said to him, “Meet me in the science lab after school. We can lock the door so we won’t be disturbed.”

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When the final school bell rang Jamar went to the science lab as Timothy had told him. He entered the room and the blond boy was already sitting in the lecturer’s comfortable leather chair.

Timothy looked relaxed, sitting back in the chair like a European prince waiting for one of his dark colonial subjects to service him. Jamar, in spite of himself, found that he was more than willing to fill his role in this scenario. The fine hair on Timothy’s calves cast his legs with a golden aura where his trousers cut off, just below the knees. 

Once again Jamar felt strangely drawn to boyish manliness of this white teenager.

“Lock the door behind you,” Timothy ordered as he stood up and unbuttoned his trousers.

Jamar did as he was told and turned to watch in awe as the white teen stripped off all of his clothes, slowly becoming naked….

(To be continued ….)



