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Subject: The Twink And The Alpha by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate./donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 The Twink And The Alpha I worked hard to get to where I was. Fresh out of college, recruited by a top firm, great salary, I was feeling pretty good about myself. Of course, I bought a new car, got a new apartment with great amenities. Yep, life was good, except for my love life, or should I say, lack thereof. I’ve never had a serious relationship, having hid my desires all through high school. Things didn’t change much in college, other than blowing my roommate a few times when at least one of us were drunk enough, and I’m not much of a drinker. That’s probably why I haven’t met anyone. I don’t like the bar scene. I don’t attend church, or belong to any clubs or organizations. But I have two good hands, and great bandwidth on my internet connection. My porn addiction began as most boys’, finding my father’s adult magazine collection when I was eleven. I beat my little dick nearly off the first day, and many days after. My father obviously knew about me finding them. He’d mention off handedly, “Picked up a magazine,” along with telling of his day’s activities, as if it were some sort of bond we men shared. I guess it is, we all do it. And men know that boys don’t have many outlets, or opportunities for `inspiration’. I wonder how many fathers are silent conspirators in allowing their sons access to porn. Probably quite a lot. But then, my father didn’t know I was more interested in the cocks on those pages than the vaginas. I’m a lot like my father. We’re both small for men, barely five feet five inches tall, and slight of build. And having seen him naked once, I’m ashamed to say we both got screwed in the dick department. My mother was probably about the same height, and definitely out weighed him. She was a bitch to him though. She constantly berated and belittled him. Even going as far as attacking his masculinity. I remember the day she left us, when I was only ten. Her parting words, screamed at the top of her lungs were, “I’ve found a real man to be with.” Slamming the door in her wake, never to be seen again. I’m sure her bitchiness had some bearing on my proclivities. I knew for sure I didn’t want to subject myself to the torture she put my father through. So, being lonely, and addicted to visual stimulus, it’s not surprising what happened that day. I mean, it sort of explains my actions somewhat. It was a Friday evening after work. Not that it makes any difference what day it was, I had gotten into the habit of spending a couple of hours after work every day downloading `inspiration’ on my computer, and I was looking forward to my evening stroke session. While driving, I remembered I was out of cream for my morning coffee, so I stopped at the convenience store. When I exited, I was thinking about which porn site I’d visit first, when someone approached me. “Got any spare change?” As I said, I had studied and worked hard to get to where I was, and I don’t understand why people would rather bum off others than make something of themselves. So I usually ignore these people. But this was a young guy, and I was horny, and said the first thing that popped into my head. “No, but I’ll give you five bucks to show me your dick.” After I’d said it, I realized that this was just a kid, not a lazy adult looking for a handout. An attractive, young, black boy. Thin, tall, early teens, and from his shocked expression,seemingly too shy to be bumming change at a convenience store, which made me feel guilty about my offer. “Five bucks. Just to show. Right?” he asked, clarifying the deal. Surprised that he was considering it I said, “Uh… Yeah, just show.” He followed me to my car, and got in on the passenger side. “Not here. Pull around the corner.” I could feel my own dick thickening in my pants as I did as he asked. I was as nervous as a girl on her first date at the prospect of seeing this beauty’s meat. My throat went dry as I pulled onto a side street, then my hand shook as I placed the gear in park. He looked around nervously to see if we were being observed, then reached for his zipper. I couldn’t believe my luck to have such great material for my spank bank, when his soft, thick, five inches was exposed. It had a small nest of tightly curled pubes at its base, and a dark pink knob at the end. His thumb was blocking my view of his nuts, but from what I could see, they were just as impressive as his cock. I just stared at it. Then he reminded me, “Five bucks,” he said letting his boxers snap back into place. I pulled a ten from my pocket. “I don’t have change,” he said. “That’s ok, keep it. It was worth the extra.” He smiled at me, and thumbed down his boxers again. “Ok, you can touch it then.” I thought my heart would explode before I could get my hand on it. I reached over the console, and wrapped my fingers around it. Even soft, it was a handful, thicker and even a little longer than my erection. I felt it come to life in my grasp. Filling with blood, it grew even thicker, and a couple of inches longer at least. “Jesus. It’s beautiful,” I said as it became an iron rod. Being only the third cock I’d ever had in my hand, mine and my roommate’s being the other two, I was very impressed. My former roommate’s was barely bigger than mine, and his wasn’t even close to this. “Thanks,” he said, as he slowly brought the waistband of his boxers up. That signaled the end of the most exciting encounter of my life. I knew I wouldn’t need to turn on my computer to stroke out a good one when I got home. “See ya,” he said as he climbed out of my car. I could only hope I would see him again. My apartment door was barely closed, and I was on my sofa jerking off to the memory of handling a street kid’s cock. Again later, while eating my dinner, my mind went to the cute boy with the big cock. I stopped eating and whipped out my dick right there at the table. My nightly shower was highlighted by another stroke off with him on my mind. I drove by that convenience store five times on Saturday, hoping to see him, but didn’t. It was on my third pass on Sunday when I spotted him again. I tried to act casual as I entered the store. I was reaching for a Coke in the cooler when I heard, “May I have one too?” He stood beside me at the counter and watched me bypass the five dollar bill in my wallet to hand the clerk a twenty. Neither of us spoke as we got into my car and drove around the corner to park. His cock was already hard as it flipped out of his basketball shorts. He took a deep breath as my fingers closed around it. I started stroking, thrilled at the heft of it. After only a few minutes, he began moving his hips in time with my strokes. Then he pulled his tee shirt up under his chin. Another ten seconds later he gushed out a load of cum onto his belly and chest, the last of it drooling down my fingers. His youthful appearance belied the amount he could shoot. “Damn! That was quite a load. How old are you?” “I’ll be fourteen in a couple of weeks.” We were both staring at his cum covered belly and my hand still grasping his cock. It was only then that I was struck by the contrast between his black cock and my white hand. The myth of blacks being larger than whites flashed through my brain. He was definitely larger than me, and he still had a few years to grow. But I don’t think that all blacks are larger than all whites. I happen to be on the small side, John Holmes was white and huge. And I’m sure there are some large Asians out there somewhere. “I think there’s some tissues in the glove box.” As he wiped his belly off, I licked the cum from my fingers. I don’t even remember thinking about it, I just did it. He noticed, and smiled at me. “Will you be here tomorrow?” I asked trying to divert attention from what I’d just done. “Uh… Sure. What time?” “Five thirty?” I answered as I handed him ten dollars. His smile disappeared as he took the money. “Ok, see you then.” He hesitated as he reached for the door handle, like he was going to say something else, but then opened it anyway. “Um… Hey! I don’t even know your name.” I pointed out. “DeShawn. Friends call me Dee. What’s yours?” “Tim. Nice to meet you Dee. Tomorrow then?” He closed the door without another word. We hadn’t opened our drinks, and I didn’t want to wash his flavor away, so I drove home with him still on my taste buds. At home, my clothes were a trail from the door to the sofa, where I stroked out a load savoring his flavor. By the time I ate dinner and hit the shower it was gone, and I wanted more. I wondered if he’d let me blow him. Five thirty Monday, he jumped into my car. “Could we maybe get something to eat?” “Sure. What would you like?” “Surprise me.” I was somewhat baffled at this new dimension to our relationship, but had nothing to lose by taking him to dinner. There was a decent barbecue place nearby, so I headed towards it. We both ordered brisket, ribs and sausage plates, with a couple of sides each. While waiting for our order, I learned I was mistaken about him being a street kid. He lived with his grandfather on his mother’s side, whom he called `Pops’. He had a younger sister who lived with his mother and step father. I also got the distinct impression that he didn’t get along with his step father. “So why were you bumming change at the store if you live with your grandfather?” “I’m tired of walking everywhere. I want to buy a bike, and Pops said I had to earn the money. I’m too young to get a job, I don’t own a lawn mower, and I need to have a bike or a car to get a paper route. If I had a bike or a car, I wouldn’t need the paper route. I don’t like bumming change, it’s humiliating, so when you offered… well, you know… I felt like I was at least earning that money.” Well at least I was right about him seeming too shy to be bumming change. Now it made sense that he let me touch it for the extra five. He had earned it. But he also didn’t strike me as the kind to be selling himself. Yet he let me jerk him off yesterday, and now here we are. Our food arrived and we dug in, chatting between bites. I had to laugh at him when he somehow managed to get barbecue sauce on his nose. “What’s so funny?” I reached over and wiped it from his nose with a napkin. “Oh sure. Make fun of the spastic kid with an eating disorder,” he quipped. Which only made me laugh more. We stayed there for two hours after we finished our meal, just talking and laughing. He was bright and had a great sense of humor. I truly enjoyed his company, and I didn’t even notice the time passing. When I noticed it was dark outside, I said, “Shit. It’s getting late. I should take you home.” Dee directed me to his house, and I stopped in front. We sat there in uncomfortable silence just looking at each other. “Thanks for dinner. It was good,” he said nervously. “It sure beat the frozen dinner I probably would have had.” More silence. Then I said, “Will I see you tomorrow.” He seemed relieved and smiled. “Do you want to see me tomorrow?” “You’re pretty cool to hang with, so yeah,” I joked. There was a happy bounce to his step as he walked up to the door, and disappeared inside. At home, I went over the entire evening in my head as I slowly stroked my dick. I remembered as we stood waiting to be seated, he appeared to be a little taller than my five foot five and heavier than my 120 pounds. I had no doubt he would outgrow me. In some areas he was already larger than me. A lot larger. Of course, I’m not a big guy down there in the first place. Tuesday we opted for Olive Garden. We had a great time, even though I felt like he evaded questions about his parents and sister. We both avoided speaking of our previous exchange of cash for cock. At home I had my stroke session, again without visual stimulation. At work on Wednesday, I couldn’t keep my mind on what I was doing. Later, when he hopped into my car, I suggested either seafood or Chinese. “How about we pick up burgers on the way to your place instead?” Dee asked. It suddenly felt like we were dating. “Uh… Sure. We can do that.” Having never dated, I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I was along for the ride. A quick stop at Whataburger, then on to my apartment. Maybe it was just me, but there seemed to be some tension in the room as we ate. Like we were both on edge, waiting for something awful to happen. But we had a good time, and I found myself becoming more enamored with him. I cleaned up the burger wrappings and took it to the kitchen trash. When I returned, Dee was sitting on the sofa in the living room. I picked up our sodas and carried them in, handing Dee’s to him. “Thanks,” he said as I sat beside him. We sipped from our straws and stared at each other. He finally broke the ice again by whispering, “Do you want to see it again?” I was so glad he said something. I really wanted to, but didn’t know how to break the ice without ruining this new friendship we seemed to have. I could only nod, and hold my breath. “Ok, but you’ve got to promise not to pay me this time. Being a hooker is worse than being a bum.” “I never thought you were a hooker.” It was true, even though the evidence proved otherwise. Dee stood and slowly peeled off his shirt. He was the color of a Hershey bar, with slightly darker nipples. He had a long torso with a rather large `outie’ navel. He toed off his shoes, then reached for the button on his fly. I was staring right at his crotch, and he stopped before sliding the zipper down. When he didn’t proceed, I glanced at his face. He noticed the frustrated anticipation on my face, and smiled, then unzipped. He slid his jeans and boxers down at the same time, then trabzon escort stood in front of me. His beautiful large cock was at a forty five degree angle, and so hard I thought the skin might split open. The dark pink knob waved in front of my face, taunting me. His egg sized testicles hung heavily in their hairless sack. I’d had a little experience orally pleasuring a cock, but not one this size. I tentatively reached for it, and he stepped closer to allow me easier access. I couldn’t believe I was getting to do this. I pulled his cock down toward my mouth. With my hand at its base, I slid my mouth down its length until my lips encountered my fist, and his knob was at the entrance of my throat. As I worked on that part, I realized I wanted more. I wanted him in my throat. I slipped my hands around his hips to grip those tight buns, and pulled. His cock was so hard, it wasn’t flexible enough to bend down into my esophagus. I gagged, but kept pulling him to me. “Jesus Tim. You really like my cock don’t you.” “Mmhmm,” I moaned around his thick shaft. I kept gagging and choking on it, but didn’t give up. Dee could see me struggling with it, and locked his hands behind my head. He pushed his hips forward, and pulled my head to him, forcing his fat knob into my throat. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked, holding me in place. I could only nod and gurgle. He pumped into my clutching throat four times, stretching and scraping it along the way, before pulling out. “Don’t stop,” I begged. “You have to breathe you know.” For some reason I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to please him. He pushed into my mouth again, but not my throat. His hips thrust his cock in and out of my mouth in a total face fuck. Dee moaned in rhythm with his thrusts, while I was on a desire high. Soon his cum gushed out, and I gratefully accepted my fate of drowning in it. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, wanting to draw out every precious drop. Even when he was empty, I kept sucking. He watched me nursing on his cock, before finally pulling it from me. “You really like my cock,” Dee said as he sat down. “It’s a great cock for sure, but I like it because it’s yours.” As I said it, I realized it was true. I really liked Dee. I wouldn’t be so enamored with just a cock. I’m not an `any cock’ kind of guy, or I’d be a lot more experienced. Dee seemed to enjoy hearing that. Looking down at his limp cock, he said, “It likes you too.” “Was that your first blow job?” “Actually, my second.” “Oh? Who gave you your first?” “Uh… A girl I know.” I’m sure I looked disappointed. Not because he’d had one previously, but because it was a girl that did it. That meant he liked girls. I pictured in my head some teen slut polishing his knob, then spreading her legs. I could almost see his butt moving up and down between her thighs, driving that big cock into her slut pussy. She probably loved it. He remained naked, sitting on the sofa, his large cock resting on the cushion between his legs. As we chatted, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his lithe figure. He didn’t appear to be self conscious at all about being nude in front of me. In fact he seemed quite comfortable and proud of his body. Without being cocky, he also seemed to enjoy driving me crazy sitting there like that. He smiled and spread his legs a bit more when my hand moved toward his cock. He just continued talking, glancing between my face and my hand. When his cock responded to my stimulation by growing hard as stone, I planted my face in his lap. Mmm Babe. Yeah. Suck it for me.” His fingers ran through my hair as I bobbed up and down his shaft. Hearing his moans, and the look of ecstasy on his face, almost made me cum in my pants. I couldn’t wait to receive his tasty treat, and worked faster to get it. I could tell he was getting close as his thrusting into my mouth became erratic. He saw me trying to take him deeper, so he pushed my head down, forcing his cock into my throat to unload. His cock throbbed as each rope rocketed down my gullet. When his spasms subsided, I lay my head on his belly and kept nursing on him. He continued to run his fingers through my hair. It was pretty romantic. Like lovers cuddling after a passionate session. I guess we were, kind of. It suddenly dawned on me it must be getting late. “Will your grandfather be angry about you staying out so late?” I ask as I sat up. “No. He lets me do as I please most of the time. The day I moved in with him, he told me the rules, and I abide by them.” “Rules?” “No drugs, no gangs, no pregnancies, and no bad grades.” “Good rules. And I’m glad he didn’t say no blow jobs,” I laughed. “That would make rule three harder to live by,” he said as he dressed. When I pulled up in front of his house, there was another uncomfortable silence. Then he said, “Thanks, I had fun.” He reached over and patted my leg. “Tomorrow?” It felt like electricity shot up my leg, straight to my dick, turning it into a nearly five inch steel pipe. “Yeah. Sure. Tomorrow.” I had been keyed up all night, and couldn’t wait to jerk off at home. But my mind was in turmoil. It had been his idea to go to my place, and his idea to show me his cock. But he didn’t want payment, as if it cheapened him somehow. Like maybe we had some other type of relationship. Were we dating? That seemed unlikely. He’d said he had a blow job from a girl, so he’s into vaginas. Even though he got naked, he didn’t attempt to touch me. But then again, I probably would have been too embarrassed to let him see me naked. I was definitely not the alpha male in the room. So, if not dating, what was it then? He’d told me of his grandfather’s rules, and how he stayed within those rules. Was I just an outlet to avoid breaking rule three? Yet, when I was sucking his cock, he called me Babe. Was he just fantasizing about that girl blowing him? Then he patted my leg. Do male friends pat each other’s leg? Fuck! This is all so confusing! And what about me? What do I want? Am I just interested because he has a big cock? I don’t think so. I thought he was attractive before I even saw it. And I really liked him personally before I blew him. I admit it though, his cock is an added bonus. But at the same time, it’s a bit intimidating. I don’t even want him to see my little dick because his is far more manly than mine. Not to mention, he’s just a kid. Jailbait. Lifelong membership on the sex offender list for me. As confused as I was, I still stroked off twice before bed with images of him in my mind, and memories of his taste and how he felt in my mouth. Thursday, the first thing I noticed when he got in my car, was the bruise on his left jaw. “What happened to you?” I asked, truly concerned. “A slight altercation with a former friend.” “Are you alright?” “Yes. Where are you taking me for dinner?” he asked, changing the subject. We opted for Chinese take out, and went back to my place. Other than avoiding questions about the altercation, we had a nice dinner and conversation. After clearing the table, I found him on the sofa, already naked. I was on my knees in front of him in seconds. I was bobbing my head on his cock, when I decided I needed clarification. “Dee, what are we doing?” “It’s called a blow job. You put your mouth…” “I know that but… Ug… Never mind.” I went back down, swallowing as much as I could. I think his answer only confused me more. I almost couldn’t enjoy blowing him, but just almost. Giving him pleasure was, at the moment, foremost in my existence. My reason for being, and as necessary as oxygen. I cradled his balls in my palm and slurped up and down his tall staff. His fingers played with my hair again as I serviced him. Almost as if I was a puppy sitting on his lap while he watched tv. Or was it the romantic caress of a lover? I didn’t much care, as long as we had this time together, and I was being allowed to taste him. “Mmm… You do that so well, Babe.” There it was again. `Babe’. Was it meant as a term of endearment? As I sucked, I hoped it was. I could only wish this great kid wanted me. My mouth continued to work on his cock. He began to moan and move his hips into the blow job. I wanted to prolong it, so I removed his knob from my mouth and licked down the shaft to his balls. “Umm, yeah. Lick my balls, Babe.” I was about to blow my load just from hearing him call me Babe. I sucked each of his hairless teen balls into my mouth, one at a time. “Damn that’s good.” I licked my way back to his knob, then took it deep again. His moans and thrusts became more insistent “Gonna cum,” he declared. I took his load in my mouth instead of my throat. I wanted to taste all of it. It gushed out, first covering my waiting tongue, then filling my mouth. I was forced to swallow, even though I wanted to savor it. But there was plenty more to come, which I could enjoy before swallowing it. As I cleaned him after, I glanced at his face. His eyes were closed. Was he thinking about the slut that gave him his first blow job? When he opened his eyes, mine searched his for answers. In response, he leaned down, placed his hand on the back of my neck, drew me to him and kissed my lips. I wasn’t expecting that. The kiss lingered for a moment, then he broke away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” I was caught off guard. That only caused more questions.”You didn’t mean to do that? And you called me Babe?” “I did? When?” “Yesterday and just a few minutes ago while I was sucking your cock.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t… It’s just… you’re so fucking cute, and so sexy. I couldn’t help myself.” Cute? I guess I’m sort of twinkish, but I haven’t been called cute since I was a teen. It dawned on me how shy and innocent Dee appeared just then. Apologising for a simple kiss, when moments before he was thrusting his big cock into my mouth. The sweet boy became more demanding in bed, or sofa as it were. Not in a bad way, just not shy. I silenced his apologies by giving him a quick kiss. “It’s ok. I’m not angry.” He smiled and kissed my lips again. Soon, we tumbled to a lying position, with him on top of me. The kisses had become intense and desperate, practically eating each other’s faces off. I could feel his renewed erection against me. His roving hand slid down my side then to my groin. I stopped its progress by grabbing his wrist before he could feel my dick. Sliding out from under him, I rolled Dee onto his back, then kissed and nibbled my way down his torso. I turned around to place my knees near his chest so I could attack his cock from a different angle. I managed to get most of his cock into my mouth and throat without being forced. The gag reflex was still there, but not the painful scraping of his resistant erection against the walls of my esophagus. While my concentration was on Dee’s cock, his hand was busy rubbing my pants covered ass. When I realized this, I pulled off his cock long enough to look back at him. His eyes were on my butt as he rubbed and kneaded it. I wondered if he was thinking what I thought he was thinking. I returned my attention to his cock and let him play back there. He squeezed my left cheek hard when his cum rocketed into my mouth. His second load had been smaller than the first last time, but not this time. He directed me back to lie beside him, and kissed me again. “I can taste my cum on your tongue. That’s so hot.” It’s true, it is hot. This teen boy had shot his cum into my mouth, and knew I allowed it, even wanted it. He knew he could do it anytime, and I’d still want more. We cuddled on the sofa for a long time, his lips never far from mine. It felt like a teenage make out session, and I was the girl. I had blown him to maintain my innocence, and I had to constantly keep his hands from reaching the prize under my clothes. Yet I teased him mercilessly, my own hands roaming freely over his privates. When his need became urgent, I did what any good girlfriend would do. I went down on him again. Three times in a couple of hours was not a problem for a teen boy stud like him. He must produce cum as fast as he releases it, because his third load was just as copious as the other two. Friday we skipped dinner and went straight to my apartment, because he was supposed to spend the night at a friend’s house. I wouldn’t see him again until Sunday. I didn’t know if I could wait that long. I was falling for this kid. We were hungry for each other, and I was first in line at the banquet. I couldn’t get his clothes off fast enough, and was on my knees in front of him a minute after closing the door. Dee ran his fingers through my hair as he watched me service him. He then leaned forward and rubbed my jean covered ass. I felt his fingers slide down my crack and touch my balls. I pulled away a little so he couldn’t reach them. His hand stayed on my butt as I swallowed his load. Dee only had time for one blow job, but promised to see me Sunday. I could see where this relationship was going, so after I dropped him off, I went to the store for supplies. I was a virgin, but knew what needed to be done to make it a pleasant experience. I just wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. I still wasn’t sure what our status was, or if I wanted to expose myself to him. What if he laughed at me? Could I get beyond that? Would my mental state survive the ridicule? Would he quit seeing me? I was so attached to him now, I wasn’t sure I could survive losing him. Even if we weren’t really a couple, I knew I would keep seeing Dee as long as he wanted. Sunday, he got in and I immediately saw his left eye was swollen and bruised. “Jesus, Dee! Another former friend?” “No, same former friend. Never a friend again.” “Will you please tell me what’s going on?” I felt badly, I just knew this was somehow my fault. “Let’s go to your place and order a pizza,” he said, changing the subject. He knew having been deprived of seeing him would make me anxious. I started the car, tunalı escort hoping he was anxious too. After I ordered the pizza, I sat down and demanded answers. “I really want to know what’s going on, Dee.” “I met Jamal right after I moved in with Pops. We hung out together a lot, and I spend every weekend at his house. He saw me getting out of your car last week. He called me a traitor to the black race, and hit me. Later he apologised, so I went to his house again Friday as usual. Everything was back to normal as if nothing had happened. Then last night… ” Dee broke down. I had never seen him so upset. He was crying so hard he couldn’t speak. I took him into my arms and held him until he regained his composure. “Last night he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. He said a bunch of nasty things to me, then said he was jealous that’s why he hit me last time. He tried to kiss me again, and I pushed him away. I told him I didn’t feel that way about him. He hit me again and called me some bad names, so I ran out. I never want to see him again.” “Have you ever done anything with him? I mean, were y’all boyfriends?” “No! Never. I didn’t even know he wanted anything like that.” It sounded to me like Jamal only wanted Dee because he was with me. “Did he know about us?” “No. He accused me of stuff, but I never admitted it.” Our pizza arrived. I tried to lift the atmosphere by changing the subject to something more pleasant. “What do you want for your birthday?” I asked as he took his first bite. He chewed and swallowed, then answered. “I can only think of one thing I want,” he said and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I had a suspicion of what that was, and I’m sure I blushed ten shades of red. After the pizza, we made out for awhile on the sofa. Of course I soon had his clothes off, and his cock in my mouth. I was cradling his balls as I bobbed up and down his cock, when Dee said, “Mmm. White boy missed my big black cock, didn’t he?” I sat up and stared at him. “What? When did this become a racial thing?” “Uh… Jamal said you only wanted me because I’m black. He said all white guys wanted big black cocks. I was just trying to make you happy.” “Well that’s just another thing Jamal was wrong about. I admit, I’ve noticed you are black. I also noticed you have a big cock. There are a lot of big black cocks out there. But it’s you I want, not just your big black cock. Are you here just because I’m white?” “No. I really like you. It’s just that you never let me do anything for you, and you do so much for me, so I wanted to make it hot for you. Can we forget I said that?” “To me, you are hot. I don’t care what color or size your cock is.” Dee smiled and kissed me. “Me too.” I did swallow his load that night, and at least one load every night that week. I couldn’t help but think about the double standard I applied to our relationship. He said “Me too” as if my color or cock size didn’t matter to him. But it did to me. I think in the time I had known him, he had grown even more, in height and cock size. And my feelings for him had grown too. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him because I’m so small. Friday was his birthday. I took him to a nice restaurant for dinner, then back to my place. I had him sit at the table and turned down the lights. I sang “Happy Birthday” as I carried in his cake from the kitchen. He made a silent wish, then blew out the fourteen candles. Then I wheeled in the bike I bought for him. His face lit up. “Oh God, Tim. It’s beautiful. Thanks. I can ride it home on Sunday.” “Uh… Sunday?” “Yeah. I usually stay with Jamal on weekends, but not anymore. I thought you’d be happy I can stay with you.” “I… uh… I am, I’m just surprised is all.” My mind went immediately to what I knew he really wanted for his birthday. I mean, I really wanted it too, just not sure how it was going to happen without him seeing me. He started kissing me, and I melted. But I was scared too. “Um… Why don’t I go shower first, then I’ll call you when you can shower. Ok?” “Or, we could just shower together,” he said with a gleam in his eyes. “No… You watch tv for awhile. I’ll call you.” As I bathed, I prayed I could go through with this. It was something I had dreamed about my whole life, yet I didn’t expect to be so afraid of rejection when it happened. As I inserted the tube of the disposable enama, I looked at my dick. It was at its smallest, probably not even three inches. Just to be sure, I used three disposables, and squirted some lube up there as well. I left the bathroom light on, but only left the door slightly ajar. I turned out the bedroom light and called out for Dee as I slid between the sheets. Dee was all smiles when he saw me laying in bed. I returned a nervous smile and pointed to the bathroom. I heard him happily humming as he showered. Then the water was turned off, and a chill went up my spine. I rolled over onto my stomach in wait of my fate. He lifted the sheet and I said, “The lube is on the nightstand.” I could tell he was confused by my behavior. He hesitated, then I heard the cap being removed from the lube, and the squishy sounds of it being applied. “Should we…” Dee started. “No! Just do it,” I said over my shoulder. I was so tense, Dee had to force my legs apart to get between them. He kissed the back of my neck as I felt his cock at my entrance. I should have relaxed, but I just couldn’t. He applied steady pressure, until he finally broke through. “OH FUCK !” “Sorry, Babe. Should I stop?” “No,” I panted. He pressed on, and I could feel that fat pink knob tunneling into me. I gripped the sheets and grunted at every inch of progress. He continued to tear my ass up, and my dick receded inside my body. “Oh God… Oh shit… Oh fuck… ” I cried with each deeper thrust. Dee probably thought they were exclamations of pleasure, but they weren’t. When I felt his curly pubes against my butt, Dee lay down on my back. He kissed my neck again and slowly rotated his hips. It was like he was stirring my insides with a telephone pole. Then he withdrew a few inches and slowly pushed back in. I know he was trying to be gentle, but it was like a razorblade studded cannonball shredding my insides. He kissed and pumped me for a long time. I thought it would never end. I kept telling myself “It’s his birthday. You can take it. It’ll be over soon.” I actually think Dee was trying to hold off cumming to make it better for me. Not knowing it was killing me. After a decade of sheer fucking torture, he tensed up and shoved in hard. I yelled out, and felt his cum bathe my insides. It was as if sperm had anesthetic properties. Suddenly it stopped hurting. I had survived, and gave my man what he wanted. I wondered if this is what a girl feels like when she loses her virginity. I doubt it, or there would be a lot less babies born. When Dee rolled off me, it felt like his cock was taking my guts with it. He lay down facing me. His hand rubbed up and down my back and settled on my butt. “Are you alright, Babe?” “Yeah. I’m fine. Did you enjoy it?” “Mmmhmm. Your ass is so tight.” “Probably not anymore.” He leaned in and kissed me, while his finger slid into my gaping hole. “Mmm, I can feel my cum inside you. It’s so sexy.” I didn’t want to move, afraid his seed would run out of me. I had suffered to get it, I didn’t want it to escape. Dee wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock on my hip. We kissed awkwardly with me trying to stay on my belly. “Is something wrong?” he asked. “No, I’m just really tired. You wore me out.” “That’s because you have such a sexy little ass.” “And because you had your big cock in it.” “It’s not that big. Only eight inches.” “Eight thick inches, and you’re still growing.” Shit! It just occurred to me. What am I going to do when he gets even bigger? I could barely stand it now. Five minutes later, he was kissing me passionately. He had two fingers moving in and out of my ass, and I felt his revived cock pressing into my side. He climbed onto my back and reached for the lube. I was torn between wanting to please him, and not wanting to die doing it. I submitted. I’m going to die sometime, might as well be with his cock in me. As he slid in, I could feel him stretching me again. I buried my face in a pillow and readied myself for the torture that I knew was coming. And it did. Soon he was stroking in and out and I was in self pep talk mode again. “You can take it… You love him… Let him have you… ” Shit! Did I just think that? Do I love him? I must, I’m letting him fuck me inside out. As all of that was going through my mind, I realized that Dee had pulled me up onto my hands and knees. His hands were gripping my waist as he fucked me doggystyle. I panicked, my dick and balls were exposed. I tried to lay down, but he was holding me up. He continued to plow into me, then he pulled me up so my back was against his chest. He kissed my neck as his right hand went around me. His fingers found my shrunken dick. My embarrassment was only overshadowed by the torture in my colon. Dee held my dick between his thumb and index finger, stoking it at the same slow pace as his cock stroked in my ass. I was mortified. He’d discovered just how small a grown man’s dick could be. After a few minutes of his cock rearranging my insides, my dick responded to his fingers a little. It didn’t reach its full length, but close to four inches. He moaned in my ear at my response, and actually added another finger to stroke it. His pace increased, and he held me to him. One arm around my chest, the other hand now on my belly. He was sucking on my neck, marking me, as his cock pounded me. I could merely cry out each time his cock reached full depth. “Uh… Uh… Uh… Uh…” My semi hard dick flopped up and down, smacking the back of his hand, as he took me. “I love being inside you,” he moaned in my ear. “Do you like it?” “Yes,” I grunted, almost believing it. He seemed to go on forever, before blasting my tortured insides with his soothing release. He finally allowed me to collapse, following me down onto the bed. He was breathing heavily in my ear as he stirred my guts with his still hard cock. “God, Babe. That was fantastic.” Somehow, I felt very peaceful. Laying there with his weight on my back, connected by his cudgel. He repeatedly kissed my neck, then rolled us onto our sides. We fell asleep, still connected. I woke up with Dee spooned behind me though his cock had slipped from my grip during the night. My body ached, my ass burned, and my bladder was about to burst. When I tried to get up to go to the bathroom, Dee’s arms tightened around me. “Morning, Babe,” he said as he kissed my neck. His large hand found my hard dick and stroked it. “Mmm, that’s nice,” he purred. After a minute, he released me. I started to get up, but he pulled me back, and aimed his hard cock at my opening. His entry wasn’t nearly as painful, and my dick remained hard as he stroked into me. Suddenly it was different somehow. Still painful, but welcomed. It’s hard to describe. Feeling a cock moving inside you hurts, but it’s the cock of someone you love, making love to you. Being part of you. I know I couldn’t do this casually, but it was Dee, not some stranger. We were intimately connected, and I liked it. My mind’s eye could see his beautiful cock charging in and out of my tunnel. Possessing me. Then he pulled out, and I felt nothing but empty inside. Dee rolled me onto my back and climbed between my legs. Placing my ankles on his shoulder, he leaned down, practically folding me in half. His cock reentered me and his lips met mine. He was pounding down into my upturned butt, and his cock reached new depths. Dee leaned back onto his haunches, taking me with him. My pelvis was in the air as he pumped up into my aching hole. I looked at his face, and his eyes were on my dick. The embarrassment set in again. I reached for my dick to hide it. “No, don’t cover it. I like watching your little dick dance around as I fuck you.” Well that confirmed my suspicions. I have a little dick, Dee saw it, and noted how small it is. I don’t know if it was just the different angle of his thrusts, or if I was getting used to being fucked, but it was beginning to feel good. Still uncomfortable, but in a good way, and he was hitting my prostate with every stroke. I stayed there with my shoulders on the bed, and my pelvis in the air, little dick dancing all over the place. Then Dee pulled me up by my arms into a sitting position on his lap. I got my knees on the bed, and began riding his cock. My dick was aching, so I grabbed it, stroking as I rode him. My first orgasm from fucking blasted all over Dee’s chest. Two seconds later, I could feel him spasm inside me. When his spasms ceased, I gingerly pulled my ass off his pole and went to the bathroom. I was standing there wondering if all the fucking had screwed up my ability to pee, when Dee strolled in and stood next to me. Besides the obvious cock size difference, he was taller and heavier than me too, and he was just a boy. We glanced between our two bodies, both knowing who the twink was and who the alpha. And for the first time, I was okay with that. As our streams began, Dee reached behind me and cupped my butt in his hand. “You have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.” “You’re just saying that because I let you fuck me.” “I’m saying it because it’s true, which is why I wanted to fuck you. Thank you for the best birthday present ever.” “The bike or my ass?” Dee smiled. “Doesn’t matter. I get to ride both.” I had finished peeing, though Dee was still going strong. I turned on the shower and stepped in, Dee followed close behind. My dick had receded to its normal soft state, but there was no longer a reason to hide it. He had seen it already, even mentioning how small it was. He didn’t seem to mind, tunceli escort of course, he was more interested in my ass. I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to admire and fondle his body. I began lathering him up with soap, starting at his broad shoulders working my way down. By the time I reached his groin, he was already on the rise. It had only been a few minutes since he had cum, yet his cock became an iron bar again. Dee took the soap from my hand, leaned toward me, and kissed me passionately. His left hand went around my waist and drew me closer to him, trapping his mighty cock between our bellies. His right hand was running the soap over my still stretched hole. He broke the kiss, and turned me toward the tiled wall. Bending his knees, he lined his cock up with my soapy hole. I barely had a chance to brace myself against the wall before he entered me again. “Oohh… Fuck!…” Once seated completely, he held me in place with one hand on my shoulder, the other still wrapped around my waist. His thrusts were slower paced and loving, my abused hole accepting it easier. I looked down to see my hard dick flopping up and down with his thrusts, combined with my grunts like some sexual metronome, “Uhn… Uhn… Uhn… ” What surprised me even more, was my desire for it to continue. I was hard and liking it. “Oh, Jesus, Dee. Keep fucking me!” My knees weakened. Dee held me up, and increased his pace. His big hand slid down and covered my dick, and I exploded. “Mmm… Yeah, cum for me Babe. Cum on my cock.” Then he shoved in deep and hard. I felt him pulsing inside me, and I’ve never been happier. Afterwards, I made us breakfast, then cleaned up the kitchen, all without getting dressed. Dee seemed to enjoy watching my petite body moving around. Then it was back to bed where we made love again. This time I rode him cowgirl style. Dee watched my dick dancing and leaking cum the whole time. When he delivered his load to my needy tunnel, I collapsed onto his chest, and fell asleep in his arms, only to awake and start again. Four more times on Saturday he made love to me, and twice on Sunday before he rode his bike home. I felt like I was on my honeymoon, but I was on the receiving end. I enjoyed having his cum deposited in me to absorb, although a lot leaked out of my gaping hole. I knew if this relationship was to continue, I’d need to keep a supply of disposable enemas, or a reusable douche of some kind. And since this was for an intimate purpose, I thought to look for one at a nearby adult store. So a couple of hours after Dee left, I went looking. I was correct in that they had what I wanted, but I suppose a drug store might have had it too. I should have gone to the drug store instead. As I exited the store I saw Dee, on the street corner at the end of the parking lot, talking to a girl. He was astride his new bike, and the girl was standing quite close. It was hard to tell from a distance, she could have been his age, but she was dressed like a tramp. My mind of course went immediately to this is probably the girl who had given him his first blow job. As I reached for my car door handle, she threw her arms around his neck. They were still in a tight embrace as I drove out. Tears were streaming down my face as I drove home. I don’t know how I made it without having an accident. I was gutted. I had spent two days letting him fuck me senseless, even to the point of liking it, and now this. It had only been a couple of hours since he left me, and he was already trying to get with her. He even rode the bike I gave him to see her. Hadn’t I done everything he wanted? He had fucked me ten times, wasn’t I good enough? I gave him my virginity for god’s sake. No matter how much it hurt me, I let him do it more. Of course he really hadn’t made any commitment to me. It’s not like we had defined our relationship. And I was aware of the history with that slut… I mean girl. But still it hurts. I think it hurt even more because it was her. I couldn’t even eat that night. My heart was torn out and my ass was empty. All I could think about was how he felt moving around inside me, and now he was moving inside of her. That mental picture tore me up even more. We had agreed to meet on Monday after work as usual. I didn’t show up. I didn’t want to humiliate myself further than I already had. I had allowed him to see my dick, I even paraded around in front of him because I thought he liked my little body. I knew if I saw him I would throw myself at him, beg him to come back to me, to make love to me, even knowing he would be thinking of her. I didn’t want to humiliate myself like that. How had I come to this? He’s just a kid, I shouldn’t be with him at all, let alone in love with him. I had managed to make it to the ripe old age of twenty four without suffering my first heartbreak. Now it hits me from some damn little boy. Ok, little is not a good adjective for him. An hour after we were supposed to meet, my phone rang. I assumed it was Dee, and didn’t answer. Tuesday at work was a little easier, I didn’t actually have to hide so no one would see me crying, like I did on Monday. At six thirty Tuesday, Dee was banging on my door. “Please, Babe, open up. What did I do wrong?” “GO AWAY!” I cried, my voice breaking through my tears. “Please? Don’t I at least get an explanation?” “Ask that girl I saw you with Sunday to explain it.” “Girl? What Girl?… Oh shit… Uh, It’s not what you think. Please let me in.” I opened the door. “Babe, it’s really not what you think.” “What I think is that was the girl who gave you your first blow job. Isn’t she?” He hung his head and nodded. “Well, at least you admit it,” I sniffled. Dee tried to put his arms around me. I pushed him away, and started screaming a litany of accusations at him. “No! All that time you were fucking me, you were wishing I was her! I bet your big cock didn’t hurt her pussy like it did my virgin ass. I bet she loved it too. Do you call her Babe while you’re fucking her? Do you wear a condom so you don’t get her pregnant? Pops wouldn’t like that. All I am to you is a cum dump so you don’t break rule three.” He stood with wide eyes and mouth agape, shaking his head in response to each accusation. “Why are you shaking your head? You know it’s true. You made me fall in love with you, just so you could fuck without worrying about getting a girl pregnant.” Dee stopped shaking his head, and a big smile broke out on his face. “What are you grinning at, Asshole?” “You said you loved me,” Dee replied as he draped his arms around me. “Stop it! Let me go!” I yelled, trying to escape his grasp. His lips came down on mine. I struggled to get away, but he pulled me to him. I could feel his manhood standing tall and hard against my belly. His hands slid down to my butt, and I moaned into the kiss. His lips moved to my neck to mark me again. “Dee stop! I don’t want this.” “Yes you do. I bet your little dick is hard for me, isn’t it?” “No it’s not. And don’t call it little.” He slid his hand around to my crotch to prove I was lying. “I’m glad you have a little dick. It makes mine look even bigger by comparison as it slides in and out of your tight little butt.” That was true. The contrast was exciting to watch. I’ve seen it on the video Dee took with my phone. “And your little dick fits perfectly on your perfect little body,” Dee huskily said in my ear. “Do you need to douche?” I caved. I knew I would. I was going to let him use me again. Nodding my head, I extricated myself from his arms and went to the bathroom. As I prepared, I told myself this was the last time. I wanted it, so I’m using him this time. I’m gonna buy a toy to replace him. Shit! I’m as addicted to anal as I am internet porn and masturbation. Dee was waiting for me in bed. I didn’t complain as he folded me in half and entered me. The delicious pain reminding me of who was in charge. My little dick grew hard, but my balls came forward, one on each side of my dick. My sack covered part of it making it look even smaller. Dee paused on the out stroke so that we could savor the sight of his large cock pointing down into me just above my much smaller dick. Six strokes later, he pulled out completely and slapped his cock against mine, then laid it along side so the difference was evident and undeniable. I could also see just how far into me his mighty cock reached. After reentry, he fucked me for a few minutes, then withdrew. He got out of bed, and dragged me to the edge, where he entered me again. My ankles were on his shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around my thighs, he began to power fuck me. He seemed to delight in hearing me whimper like a little girl as he pounded my ass. Even more delighted when my dick erupted without being touched. Dee folded my legs across my belly holding my ankles together in the center and continued to fuck me hard. “Who’s ass is this?” Dee taunted. “It’s yours Dee. Only yours,” I moaned out. God, I’m such a pussy. “I’m gonna cum. Do you want it?” “Oh, God… Yes!” I whimpered. He shoved in deep and hard, and I felt him pulsing in my tight tunnel, causing me to climax again. When he had finished filling my hole with his cum, Dee collapsed beside me. I clenched my sphincter, trying to prevent his cum from escaping, as I caught my breath. “This doesn’t change anything. You’re still a bastard. You’re just using me. You’re only here so you don’t get that girl pregnant. Were you thinking of her while you fucked me?” “I told you, it’s not what you think.” “What is it then? That girl makes you wear a rubber, but I let you go bare. Is that it?” “No. That girl is my sister.” I was dumbfounded. He’d already confirmed she had given him his first blow job. “You’re having sex with your sister?” I said in shock. “No. It’s just… My mother’s husband… made her blow me. He said she needed practice before he put her on the street, working for him. I was asleep and woke up to her sucking my dick. He was standing behind her with a belt. She was crying, I tried to stop her, he threatened me too. He stood watching to make sure I shot my cum in her mouth. I left the next day. Since then he’s been making her suck his friends, and even a few others for money. She told me he has a cherry picking party lined up for her twelfth birthday in a couple of weeks. Him and five of his friends are going to fuck her all night to get her use to working the streets.” Dee was in tears as he told me all this. “What about your mom? Can’t she do something?” “He’s got her using drugs, and probably working the streets too. And he threatens to kill them both if they don’t cooperate. And you know how Pops is about his rules. He and Mom haven’t gotten along since she got pregnant with me before she got married.” “Shit, Babe. I didn’t know. I’m sorry I was such a bitch about this. Maybe I can help.” “What could you do?” “Well, first we have to get them someplace safe. And if your mom is on drugs, we need to get her clean. I know just who to call.” My father is an emergency room physician, so he has seen his fair share of drug addicts. He was prepared when we showed up at his house two days later with a drug addict at her daughter. “Dad, this is my friend Dee. And his mom Jasmine and sister LaToya.” Dad shook hands with Dee and then assisted LaToya with Jasmine, getting her to a guest bedroom. I had already explained to him that they needed to keep a low profile, somewhere step dad couldn’t find them. Dad suggested that Dee not go back to Pops’ place in case step dad came looking for them. Dee called Pops to tell him what was going on. Pops said he could take care of himself, but agreed that Dee should go with me. Dee and LaToya were to stay away from anyplace step dad could find them, including school. Which meant that Dee was at my place 24/7. When step dad discovered the girls missing, he did go looking for them. It was two days later when he barged into Pops house. Pops was ready, shot him in the knee. Step dad showed up at the E.R. where my father works. Doctors are required to report gunshot wounds. When step dad had no explanation for his wound, the cops assumed it was a drug deal gone bad. He was taken in after he was treated. During all this time, Dee was fucking me to idiocy. When I wasn’t working, I was taking cock, and loving it. Teenage boys have endless energy, and a seemingly endless supply of sperm to expel. Within minutes of returning from work, I’d be on my hands and knees with his big cock plunging in and out of me. I was addicted to the delicious pain and fullness his cock provided. He could go a long time, and recovered quickly. Then at night in bed, it was long, slow, passionate love making. Either missionary or with him spooned behind me. Step dad was released on LaToya’s birthday. His friends showed up for the cherry picking party. They had paid a thousand each to attend the party, but there was no cherry to pick. Step dad couldn’t come up with a refund, so he paid the price. Ended up back in my father’s E.R. This time his wounds were severe enough that he will never function on any level again. It’s been seven years since I first held that large black cock in my hand. Jasmine and Latoya still live with Dad. He got Jasmine hired at the hospital. I know there is something between him and Jasmine, maybe LaToya too. I just have a hard time imagining how he could please a big girl like Jasmine with his small equipment, but they all seem happy. We all get together regularly for dinner or movies. Pops would join us on holidays and such until he passed a couple of years ago. Dee still lives with me, in a house we bought together. Dee and that cock grew. He’s now six foot two, and ten thick inches. He’s my big black alpha, and I’m his tiny white twink. My once tight virgin hole has stretched to accommodate him whenever he wants, and he wants a lot. The End � Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the ail Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? Please donate to Nifty and help support and maintain this free fty/donate.html