1. Eight and bullied


    Date: 9/26/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Black, Boy, Boy / Boy, Domination/submission, Gay, Interracial, Oral Sex, Young, Author: Devin Baron, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    "Noboday here," he whispered. "Suck my dick, lil' fairy." Knees digging in the damp earth, I grabbed the teen’s big ballbag. His dick was already majestically erect. Six inches of rigid and throbbing black meat. I opened my mouth and clamped my lips on it. The clandestine nature of the encounter required that I operate quickly. I pumped the shaft immediately, my mouth sucking fast with childish energy. "Damn dat feels goooood," Javion said, pulling my blond head to his groin. "Ohhh yessss, right dawn to da balls..." His dark face lit up with beaming grimaces as he savored the pleasure of being served by a docile small white boy. I slid my lips on the hard piece of flesh a while. Then, I focused on the head, licking it with the tip of my tongue and suckling. I listened closely to the lascivious moans of the black boy, hoping he would cum soon. A sentiment of pride consoled me when his dick juice erupted in my mouth. I spat the load and we parted, raising our pants fast. Javion threw me a menacing look to remind me there would be consequences if I didn't keep the secret. I would like to say that I became brave eventually. That I stood up to him or better yet, learned to defend myself by taking karate courses or whatever. But I did not. For many weeks I was Javion's slave. I jerked him off or relieved him of the relentless sexual impulses of puberty with my mouth. Unlike other bullied children, I didn't feel any unduly pressure. These lessons of life and sex excited me. Every ...
    night in my bed, the memories of the obscene things that the black boy had forced me to do, hardened my small penis. I snuck my hand in my pajamas' pants. My fingers played with my smooth balls and gripped my stiffy. I masturbated at a sustained pace, grateful that I'd met Javion and learnt how to do it. My young body felt so alive from the surge of physical delights. The increasing pleasure stiffened my legs and my feet. I tugged on my tiny pecker faster until a sudden dry orgasm made me shiver and a squeaky chirp came out of my throat. * * * Over time the balance in our relationship changed. I went from consenting victim to more like a pal for Javion. After all, we knew each other intimately. Our meetings happened discreetly. We played together in parks outside the neighbourhood or rode our bikes on secluded trails. Javion did not want to be seen in the company of a puny eight-year-old white kid. He invited me to his home only when his parents were not there. The apartment was situated above a sex shop with tinted windows in a dingy mall. Javion seemed more relaxed in the privacy of his bedroom. While we played video games, he revealed himself, admitting his academic difficulties and feeling bad for his mood swings. "Ah'm sorree I beat you up," he'd say. "Ah promise ah won't do it again." I also found out that he had two lesbian mothers, one black and the other white. They were the joint owners of the sex shop on the first floor. One day Javion showed me the toy chest in ...
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