High School Basketball Part 6

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 Five: Jamar caught his homeboy, Rashad, who is a star of the high school basketball team, down on his knees sucking the cock of a white teenager named Timothy. Timothy, it turned out, was the son of a scout for division one university basketball teams and Rashad was doing everything he could in order to increase his odds for being recruited. Now Jamar was faced with the question: should he try to do the same? 

While Jamar was contemplating his options he was confronted with the cruelty of black ghetto life where everyone was either a predator or prey and sex was often mixed with violence, and violence was with sex. 

Jamar wanted to escape the cruelty of the ghetto – he began to think that only Timothy, the handsome blond white boy, would be able to save him. But what would be the cost of this “salvation” to Jamar in terms of his manhood? The streets could be unforgiving.

When they finally met the boys sized each other up, concealing their inner needs (although their boners gave them away) – Timothy’s need was to have a strong black athlete in sexual servitude to him and submission. Jamar discovered that he had a long-repressed desire to be dominated and humiliated by a handsome white boy. 

Jamar was confused by his attraction to Timothy because he always thought of himself as being a proud, heterosexual black male who was addicted to white girls – but now he was finding that this addiction did not stop with the ladies. Another side of his attraction to his white classmates was rising to the surface, but he wasn’t sure that he had the courage to explore it. 

Timothy, on the other hand, had already proven that he was willing to act on his desires; the only question was whether or not Jamar had what it would take to submit to this handsome young white teen and virtually become his black sex slave?

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Timothy ordered the star athlete to get down on his knees in front of him; he didn’t have to tell the black boy twice. Jamar felt his body grow weak as he sank to his knees in front of the young white master – Timothy’s throbbing red cock stood at attention, jutting in front of the black boy’s face.

Jamar remained kneeling at the white boy’s feet, as if he were stunned by the young man’s body. His lips hung open, as if he were in a trance. Timothy gently grabbed the black boy by the back of his wooly head and steered his mouth toward Timothy’ throbbing cock.

Jamar did not resist. He felt the white boy’s swollen cock brush against his thick, wet lips and allowed the boy to use his lips to massage the length of his ivory shaft, back and forth, back and forth until it was coated with Jamar’s saliva.

Timothy gasped with pleasure.

He grabbed the back of Jamar’s head more firmly and pressed the black boy’s face into his crotch so that it was nestled against Timothy’s blond pubes. The white boy’s cock was now firmly embedded deep inside of the black boy’s mouth. Timothy held on to Jamar’s head and resumed his slow, rhythmic humping motion against the black boy’s face.

Jamar glanced up at the golden haired boy and was surprised as a wave of comfort and security rushed over him; he felt as if he were sucking an angel. But this comfort and security was mixed with fear and shame. Even though sucking this white lad off felt so natural and right to Jamar, he also heard angry black voices in his head, telling him this was the ultimate act of betrayal.

He grabbed Timothy’s golden thighs and tried to block out the evil voices and focused on giving the white boy pleasure.

Timothy looked down at the strong black athlete, submissively on his knees, and smiled. Jamar’s thick were lips were reverently French kissing the white boy’s cock as he lapped up Timothy’s precum and his own saliva with his tongue. Without either boy having to say a word they both knew they shared an understanding.

Despite the savagery of the harsh jungle voices in Jamar’s mind, telling him he should be ashamed of what he was doing, Jamar struggled to relax on suck on the white boy’s cock like a nursing baby. 

Timothy seemed gentle and understanding. He cradled the black boy’s head against his crotch and gently rocked his hips against Jamar’s face as Jamar felt the length of the white boy’s hard cock sliding back and forth inside of his mouth. Timothy gave a soft grunt with each thrust of his cock inside Jamar’s throat while saliva trickled down the sides of the black boy’s mouth and dribbled off of his chin onto the floor. All Jamar could see and smell were Timothy’s blond pubes which covered his face. 

This gentle moment between the two boys was not to last. The passion of Jamar’s thick black lips enveloping Timothy’s hard white cock was too much for the young blond prince. His body quaked and his cock suddenly erupted in orgasmic pleasure inside of the black boy’s mouth. Timothy pumped load after load of hot teenage cum inside of Jamar’s unsuspecting mouth, nearly chocking the boy with thick strands of the horny high-schooler’s jism. 

Timothy’s pulsating white cock continued to pump thick ropes of fresh-smelling cum into the black boy’s mouth as Jamar gulped all of it down without even thinking. The blond white angel was becoming a part of him. 

Timothy let out a deep sigh and looked down at the black boy who was still gently bobbing his nappy head on Timothy’s hard cock.

The deed was done. Timothy slowly extracted his softening cock from Jamar’s mouth and noticed the black teen’s lips and chin were smeared with the gloss of the white boy’s jism.

Jamar looked sheepishly away, trying to avoid eye contact and acknowledgment of what he had just done. As he tugged his loose-fitting clothes back onto his body he seemed to be searching inside of them for his identity before all of this had happened – searching for his proud heterosexual “no-homo” identity.

Jamar delivered on his end of the bargain; would Timothy be willing to deliver on his end, or would he take advantage of the opportunity to demand more and more from this black boy now that the ice had already been broken?

Both boys silently left the science lab. 

For Jamar things could never be the same; sucking the white boy’s cock, and swallowing his cum, may prove to be his first step toward freedom from the ghetto. 

For Timothy the experience of having yet another strong black athlete on his knees and taking care of his horny teenage cock was too good not to continue. Why not make these boys pay, and pay, and pay if they wanted favors from him?

Each boy strode down the empty hallway, in opposite directions, in the silence of his thoughts. In their own way, each was now on a journey to manhood – and there would be no turning back.

The End

