High School Basketball Part 5

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 Four: Jamar caught his homeboy basketball hero in the locker room sucking a white teenagers 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 turned to the handsome white boy to help him escape the cruelty of the ghetto, just as Timothy is helping his homeboy, Rashad. Jamar is afraid that the price for the white teens help will be too steep to make it worth it  and he is troubled by the fact that he, as a straight proud black male, is strangely drawn to the white boys teenage masculinity. He is willing to explore the forbidden sexuality all of this entails so long as no one else finds out about it. Jamar agrees to meet the white teen in the science lab after school.

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Jamars eyes swept over the handsome blond boys body and instantly felt at peace in the presence of this glowing white angel. He struggled to resist the impulse to bow down and lick Timothys feet thinking, No self-respecting nigga should do that. Still, the temptation that gripped him was powerful.

Jamars mind was a swirl of confusion, he knew that he wasnt gay, and yet he couldnt take his eyes off of Timothys smooth white body, coated with sparse fine blond hair on the boys arms, legs and torso. Jamar gazed at the naked boys body and was embarrassed and annoyed as he felt his thick black cock getting hard. 

Jamar thought of himself as being a proud black man, even though he was still only in high school, so why was his mind filled with thoughts of his thick dark lips wrapped around Timothys hard throbbing white cock, as his mouth closed tightly on the white boys manhood so that he could feel and taste the horny teenager inside of him as he sucked the boy off, affirming his utter loyalty and devotion to him? 

Jamar realized, but didnt want to admit, that he longed to feel Timothys cock repeatedly stab the back of his throat in violent passionate thrusts. He wanted  he needed  to make himself useful to the white boy in this way; to have the boy express all of his strong, masculine tensions and frustrations inside of Jamar by shooting his hot teenage spunk down the black boys throat. Jamar couldnt understand any of these feelings that suddenly swept over him; all he knew was that he needed to have the white boys flesh inside of him.

Jamar was confused by his insatiable attraction to the boy, but the thought crossed his mind as he gazed at Timothys naked torso  his pink belly button surrounded by fine blond hair  was it so strange that he should be attracted this boys smooth white skin since he, even as a young black boy, had been addicted to the beauty of white girls ever since he got his first boner? Was there really such a big difference between being addicted to a white boy and being addicted to a white girl?

Timothy ordered Jamar to strip down to his boxers. Embarrassed because of his boner, Jamar reluctantly pulled off his clothing until he stood, nearly naked, like a black Watusi warrior, in front of the white teenager  his hard black cock made an obvious tent in his underwear. He tried his best to fold it up against his body to conceal it, but it was to no avail.

His black cock was throbbing. The white boy watched Jamars discomfort with great amusement and pleasure.

Timothy eyed the young black buck. He ran his eyes over the smooth curves of the black teenagers athletic body. Jamars erect posture made him look like a captive standing in front of his young master for approval.

Timothy felt aroused by the black boys toned arms and legs, and the obvious strength in the lean boys body, all under Timothys control  to do with as he pleased. Jamar was like all the other black high school basketball players, lean and muscular. Timothy looked at the sparse dark hairs on the bronze boys body,  just below his navel, and imagined the potency of the boys cum which, no doubt, if swallowed would fill a person with unrestrained sexual energy.

Timothy thought about how exciting it would be if he could get the whole team of dark-skinned warriors to strip naked for him and bend over while he fondled their low-hanging testicles and their firm black asses. It was not, he thought, too wild a fantasy  surely, being a basketball scouts son, he had the leverage to make this fantasy come true.

Imagine, he thought, a room full of healthy naked Negro high school boys, the whole smelly locker room of them, bending over and spreading their legs so that he could use their firm dark bodies to his hearts content, sucking them off  making them cum  and fucking their faces and their asses.

The very thought of it made Timothys cock erect, which did not escape Jamars attention. It made him nervous to see the white boy get a hard-on like that. As much as Jamar was aroused by the notion of the intimacy of sucking a white boys cock, he was frightened by the thought that Timothy might decide to actually fuck him.

As Jamar watched the young blond god who stood in front of him, he fought his deep urge to submit to whatever the white boy wanted from him  except to be fucked in the ass.

And as Timothy eyed the strong, almost naked brown warrior he realized that there was nothing he wanted more than to have this black boy Jamar bobbing on his hard teenage cock. Both boys secretly needed each other, even if they didnt really know it.

(To be continued.)

