Dominant Black Transsexual Cheerleaders
Chapter Nine
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My girlfriend did bring me home right after school.
"Where's your mom?" Heather wondered as we entered through the house through the kitchen.
"She works until nine," I shrugged and then smiled as I felt her hands on my shoulders.
"Good…I want you right here," she decided, pushing me over the kitchen table. "I wanna fuck you in every room of the house."
"Ummm…" I half-giggled, half-sighed, laying on my tummy while Heather yanked my panties down my pale legs.
"Yeah," she sighed too, pulling my blue skirt upwards to expose my bare butt as I smiled at her over my shoulder. "I love your white pussy!"
"Oh!" I gasped happily when the black transsexual spread my cheeks with her thumbs and buried her dark, beautiful face against my sensitive skin.
Her lips found my tight sphincter, kissing my anus lightly, and I honestly didn't think a girl like Heather would ever want to go down on me like that! Her tongue tickled and teased my asshole, licking across it from my balls upward, and that put my on my tip-toes! I hitched a sharp breath as she fondled my penis, only five inches long and not very thick at all, but straining with excitement as Heather wrapped her gentle fingers around the shaft and squeezed.
"Mmmm…" Heather moaned around my balls as she took them into her mouth, sucking hard at my pink scrotum.
She took both of the testes between her lips at once and I wriggled my hips, making faces at the sensation of having my small, tender nuts teased almost painfully. Heather really sucked on them hard! Her tongue moved around and between them as my hairless ball sack was pulled taut away from my pelvis. She bobbed her head, sorta, as if giving me a blowjob that way, with my ballsack in her mouth, and I found myself shivering with the raw pleasure of it.
"Uh oh!" I gasped softly, nodding and blinking over my shoulder, holding the edges of the table with my arms stretched wide.
Heather didn't let go of my little white dick either! The black cheerleader's fist covered nearly the whole thing and she didn't really pump me so much as just squeeze and jerk my penis like she wanted to yank it right off my body. That hurt a little too, but felt so good that I couldn't beg her to stop. I just humped myself against her beautiful face as much as I could, feeling her nose pressed right up against my little butthole as she ate my balls like candy!
I swear, Heather seemed to be chewing on them almost, but only gently. Sorta. Still, the sensation of her jaws moving, her teeth hard and unyielding as they'd close upon my vulnerable balls, made me ache with something like fear. But that wasn't it. I wasn't afraid, just excited and confused and amazingly happy. I mean, happy is one of those things that goes without saying during sex, right? But I'd had sex without feeling happy before and this was way better!
My penis dripped precum onto the kitchen floor, the thin fluid spilling over Heather's tight fingers as she worked my dick between them. She made me cum that way, after only three or four minutes, while the girl nursed on my balls, nibbling and sucking almost frantically on my sensitive boy parts, Heather brought me off so that I groaned and jerked on the table. I gasped and clenched my teeth and shut my eyes because it sorta hurt!
She squeezed my dick really hard, like as soon as Heather felt the first spasm, she pinched my penis near the base about as hard as she could and my cum had no place to go! My balls struggled to push the sperm out and my gut ached with the contractions, but the stuff was bottled up at the bottom of my dick. Heather wouldn't let it out for several long, agonizing seconds until all of a sudden she relaxed her grip and…Pow! The semen just seemed to explode out of me! The relief I felt was intense and I just sorta collapsed, shooting hot, thin boy cum into Heather's hand as she cupped the head of my jerking dick.
"Over here, Mattie…" Heather giggled after she'd let me have my cum. "Down here now. I've got something for you."
"Yeah," I breathed, moving slowly so I could get on my knees for her. "That felt really crazy!"
"I bet!" she said with a smile, standing naked from the waist down and spreading my whitish cum all over her long, black cock. "Suck on this, white boy. Clean me up before I fuck you."
"Hmmm…" I smiled up at her and leaned forward, catching her cock with my open mouth and just suckling the head at first.
I moved my hands to the back of Heather's smooth, brown thighs, stroking her warm skin upwards until I found her perfect ass. I caressed her butt while I began washing her gorgeous cock with my lips and tongue. She didn't hold it for me or anything either, I only used my mouth, pushing the stiff member this way and that. Her prick was hard as steel too. I loved that about her, much the way I'd enjoyed Stacy's amazingly powerful cock. There was no give to it, the muscle might have been chiseled from hot, living stone and covered with dark, satin skin.
Heather's cock seemed like God to me and I worshipped it. Adored her prick and loved it. I stretched my lips around the shaft and pushed my face down, taking her as deep as I could and pulling back, doing it again and again as I breathed through my nose and stared upward at her smiling face. She removed her cheer top while I sucked, exposing her flat tummy and the firm, upturned mounds of her tits. Heather gave me a perfect view of her female form to admire and enjoy while I mouthed her hard, masculine prick.
"Mattie? I didn't know you were…Oh!" Mom stood in the doorway, wearing her bathrobe and scratching her bed head.
"Don't stop!" Heather hissed, grabbing my head with both hands and pulling me down on her cock until I gagged softly. "Hi, Mrs. Turner," she smiled at my mom. "I'm just giving Mattie a little after school snack."
"I see that," Mom laughed lightly. "I'll, um…I just wanted to make some tea. Would you like some?"
"Yeah," Heather agreed, as if it was completely normal to be getting a blowjob in my mom's kitchen. "That would be great."
"I don't suppose Mattie will want any," Mom said, finding her tea kettle in the cupboard.
"Do you want any tea?" Heather asked me, but keeping my mouth on her dick as she pumped my face with it.
"Ummph!" I blinked at her, feeling rather embarrassed at being caught sucking a dick by my mom.
"No," my girlfriend giggled. "He says he just wants the cream."
"Hmmm…" Mom smiled at that. "Why don't you sit down, Heather? It'll take a few minutes for the water to boil."
I soon found myself kneeling beneath the kitchen table with my head between Heather's wide-spread thighs, sucking her cock while she and my mom waited for their tea. Mom sat down at the table as well, adjusting her chair so she could see the girl's black dick stretching my lips. Heather would force me turn my face just to make sure Mom had a good view and my left cheek would bulge outward as that big dick pressed into it.
"I have to say, you have a rather, uh…large cock, Heather," Mom said. "It looks very nice on you though."
"Thank you!" Heather smiled, scratching my blonde hair with her red fingernails. "Mattie likes it a lot too."
"Well, I can see why!" Mom giggled. "I wondered what he would look like, you know…sucking a penis."
"He looks sexy," Heather sighed, smiling down at me. "He's really good a it too. I can't believe he hasn't been doing it for years."
"Well…He might have been doing it for years!" Mom said. "His father and I always suspected he was gay. It wouldn't surprise me if Mattie's been sucking off other boys since grade school."
"Really?" Heather nodded at that. "Did he ever go to summer camp? I've heard all kinds of stories about those places!"
"Oh yes!" Mom agreed happily. "He went three years in a row while my husband was stationed down in Texas. Mattie would get so excited about seeing all those boys that he couldn't sleep at night!"
"And some of those boys were black too, I bet!" Heather grinned and Mom nodded.
"Most of them were," she said. "And some of those camp councilors, ohhh…I remember one handsome young man. A very healthy black man, he seemed quite fond of Mattie. What was his name…Derek! You remember him, don't you, Mattie?"
"Umph mmph!" I kind of shrugged, holding Heather's cockhead in my mouth and swishing my tongue around it.
"Ohhh! A black man!" my girlfriend teased me. "Did you suck him off every night, Mattie? Did you love his black cock in front of all the other boys, sitting around the campfire. Hmmm?"
"Oh! He probably did!" Mom laughed. "He doesn't seem to be shy at all, does he?"
"Mattie? Shy?" Heather rolled her blue-grey eyes and giggled. "I don't want you to get mad, but Mattie's already the biggest slut in school."
"Really?" Mom's eyes widened at that and her kettle started whistling about then.
"He's only been at Hathaway High for…what? Two weeks, Mattie?" Heather wondered.
"Mmph!" I sorta nodded, bobbing my head up and down her prick slowly, lazily sucking my girlfriend off in front of my mom.
"Two weeks," Heather sighed, watching as my mom started pouring water for their tea. "And the whole school knows how much he loves black cock."
"Hmph!" Mom made a face and shook her head at that news. "I think one should be enough, especially a nice, big one like yours, Heather."
"See?" Heather lifted my flushed face off her cock and slapped my lips with it. WHAP! "Nobody likes a slut, Mattie…" WHAP! "…stick out your tongue…" WHAP! "…I heard about you making out with those two boys in your history class…" WHAP! "…I already told you how jealous I can get…" WHAP! "…do you want me to spank your balls in front of your mother?" WHAP!
"N-Nummph!" I blinked at her, sticking out my tongue as Heather spanked my face with her heavy, black dick.
"Making out in class?" Mom clucked her tongue, watching as my girlfriend smacked my face again, the spit and precum that covered the shaft leaving my pink skin glistening.
"With two black boys," Heather nodded. "At the same time! I really have my hands full trying to keep an eye on Mattie."
"I can see that!" Mom agreed seriously. "You'll just have to be firm with him, Heather. Lord knows, I spoiled the boy. I shouldn't have, but…"
"It's not your fault," Heather reassured my mom. "Mattie just can't control himself around black men and they know it."
"Oh! I'm sure you're right about that," Mom laughed lightly, setting two cups of hot tea on the table. "Black men take one look at Mattie and they know he's a little white pussy for big black dick. Principal Davis told me all about it."
"Did he?" Heather tilted her head, pulling my mouth back down on her dick. "Suck it good now, faggot," she whispered. "I want to cum."
"He called me this morning, as a matter of fact," Mom nodded, nudging the sugar bowl. "Sugar, Heather?"
"Thank you," she said, reaching for her spoon as I wrapped my hand around her dick, jerking the girl off in time with my bobbing head.
"Mr. Davis told me he was a little concerned about Mattie," Mom explained. "That some of the boys in school might try to take advantage of him. The black boys, I mean."
"Hmmm…" Heather sighed in agreement.
"The principal told me how he took one look at Mattie and knew my son was a pussy cockslut," Mom said with a soft laugh. "I guess Mr. Davis has had some experience with white boys over the years."
"I've heard that too," my girlfriend said. "He's the one who suggested that Mattie might make a good boyfriend for Stacy."
"Really?" Mom didn't seem too surprised.
"But that was before she knew how girly Mattie is," Heather giggled. "Stacy doesn't really like that in a boy."
"I see," Mom nodded. "But you don't mind if…"
"If Mattie likes to wear dresses?" Heather asked, stroking my hair and she wasn't showing any sign of getting close to orgasm yet, despite all my eager sucking. "No, I think he's so pretty when he dresses up. I just have to figure out how to keep him away from all those black cocks out there!"
"The boy can't say no," Mom agreed with a sigh. "Maybe you should put him on a leash."
"A leash?" Heather giggled. "Put a collar on him?"
"Why not?" Mom shrugged and I realized she was serious. "But I suppose you're in different classes, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Heather nodded. "I'm a senior, so…I'll just have to use the old carrot and the stick, I guess."
"Well, he certainly likes the carrot!" Mom laughed and started to get up from the table. "I think I'll go take a bath and get ready to go to the hospital. I'll be so glad when Mattie's father can come home again."
"I'm sure," Heather sympathized. "Oh! I wanted to ask you…Would you mind if I got Mattie a little tattoo?"
"Mmph?" I blinked up at her, frozen for the moment with half of Heather's dick crammed into my mouth.
"A tattoo?" Mom narrowed her eyes. "I'm not sure. What sort of…"
"Just a small one," Heather assured her. "A little spade right next to Mattie's clit…I mean, his dick."
"A spade?" Mom laughed lightly. "Why on earth would you want that? It's not a gang thing, is it?"
"No! It's kind of a cultural thing," Heather giggled. "Everyone who sees it will know he's black owned."
"He is that!" Mom smiled down at me. "I guess a tattoo would be okay. As long as it's just a small one."
"Oh yeah" my girlfriend smiled. "It doesn't have to be very big and it'll look so cute. Most of the other boys have one."
"Oh," my mom nodded. "That'll be nice then."
"Thanks," Heather smiled brightly as Mom left the kitchen. "Now…" she breathed, "…lets do this thing."
This thing turned out to be Heather fucking my face. After a good half hour of teasing her cock with my lips and tongue, she was ready to cum! I jerked her off with both hands, keeping my mouth on her dick and finally getting the girl to cum after three or four minutes of serious cock sucking!
"Ahhh yeah! Fuck! Ummmm…" Heather groaned, arching her back and lifting her ass out of the chair.
Her thick, salty semen flooded my mouth quickly and I swallowed as fast as I could, enjoying the flavor a lot and even the texture wasn't so bad anymore. I was getting used to swallowing man cum and it didn't seem so slimy as it did the first time Stacy made me eat her sperm. I kinda liked the way it slid down my throat and warmed my tummy and I'd gotten better at keeping up with the girl too. Heather came a lot, and quickly, but only a little escaped my tight lips. I managed to keep most of it in my mouth as I swallowed hard and fast, and someday, I thought, I'd be able to drink down a full load of hot, ball juice and not spill a drop!
That would be pretty cool.
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"I want a black spade right here," Heather said, pressing a fingertip against the soft, white skin about an inch above and to the right of my flaccid penis.
"Yeah?" the man grinned at her, showing off his gold capped front teeth.
The tattoo guy was big and black, with a face like a gorilla and ink all over his massive biceps. He kind of scared me a little and this tattoo parlor was in the bad part of town. I hadn't seen another white face anywhere, just black guys mostly, pimps and gangbangers like I'd only seen in movies before. The women we passed were all whores, that was obvious, and most of them were ugly, but some of them looked okay except for all the weird, mismatched clothes and too much makeup. Some of them had whistled at me and I'd sort of clung to my girlfriend as she'd led me down the street.
"Your boyfriend like the dark meat?" the man asked with a chuckle. "He looks like a fag anyway."
"He is," Heather giggled. "A total cockslut, but only for black dick, so…"
"Nigger bait, huh?" he asked me and I blanched at the word, feeling the blood drain from my face even as the rest of my body burned with humiliation.
"How much for the tattoo?" Heather asked him, ignoring my discomfort completely.
"I do it for free," he shrugged. "Give me a piece of the bitch when it's done."
"Yeah?" Heather smiled at that. "Deal. Just make it look good."
"Shit!" the guy grinned at her. "I know my bidness."
"Bidness?" she rolled her eyes. "You think that makes you sound more black?"
"Don't it?" he laughed. "Sit down over there. You ain't gotta hold his hand."
I wasn't too sure about any of this and I still couldn't believe my mom had agreed to letting me get a tattoo! The idea didn't excite me a whole lot, I'll tell you that much. I mean, yeah, I wanted to see Heather happy, but I'd be stuck with that spade thing for the rest of my life! It seemed like the sort of decision I should have had a day or two to think about, you know? But Heather hadn't even asked me! And saying no to the girl, well…I couldn't do that!
"Don't you start getting a hard-on for me, faggot," the man warned me. "That tiny pricklette of yours starts spittin' in my face and I'm liable to tattoo 'cock bitch' on your forehead, got me?"
"Y-Yes sir," I breathed.
"Heh!" he leaned over me, his ugly black face just inches from mine and I could smell the ripe stench of his maleness. "Kiss for luck."
"Huhhhmmmph!" I went stiff as a board when he covered my mouth with his and the man's thick tongue penetrated my lips and found mine.
"Hey!" Heather said, sounding like she might have been frowning, but I couldn't tell.
The man fucked my mouth with his tongue while his huge black hand grabbed my cock and balls, giving me a squeeze so that my butt came off the padded chair. My heart was pounding and my body shivered with a rush of heat. I could taste his sour breath and feel the saliva spilling from his mouth into mine as my tongue fluttered beneath his. I kissed him back, without even thinking about it. My hands went to his body, to his muscular chest as if I wanted to push the man off me, but I didn't. I just accepted his tongue with a low moan until he pulled away with a deep throated chuckle.
"Fuck yeah," he said, smiling down at me as I swallowed hard and blinked rapidly. "This pussy was born for black dick."
"Just hurry up," Heather sighed, glancing at her watch and then frowning at me. "You're such a slut, Mattie."
"Sorry," I whispered, biting my bottom lip and that made her smile.
"Its okay," she giggled. "I like it."
"So does he," the tattoo guy slapped my stiff little dick playfully and I blushed beneath his knowing smile.
The tattoo didn't really hurt too much, but it did sting! I didn't watch while he did it either, I just turned my head and looked at the wall mostly, or at Heather as she watched the man work. I tried to think about something else, like how hot my girlfriend was and how lucky I was to have her. Heather looked strangely out of place sitting there in her cheerleader uniform, with her stormy eyes and soft brown hair, her light skin too. She was a black girl, obviously, but compared to the tattoo guy, she looked about as white as me. Almost. And beautiful. God! Heather seemed to be a little more beautiful every time I looked at her and when she smiled at me…
"All done," the man said, wiping at my new tattoo with a cloth and some alcohol or something. It burned anyway and I winced, hissing between my teeth.
"It looks good," Heather decided and I looked down, seeing sort of a splotchy black spade about as big as the pad of a grown man's thumb.
"Look better once it heals," the guy told us. "Just keep it clean. Don't be pickin' at the scab. Let it heal all by itself."
"Alright," I nodded, watching as he covered it with a Band-Aid.
"Let it breathe now and then too," he told me, peeling off his latex gloves. "Don't have to keep it covered all the time neither…Now, roll over, bitch. Hands and knees time."
"Uhhh…" I blinked at him.
"Time to pay, Mattie!" Heather giggled and looked at the man. "You have to wear a rubber."
"Shit!" he frowned at her, but my girlfriend looked serious.
"No glove, no love."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I don't know where your bitch's been anyway!"
"Turn over, faggot," Heather told me while the guy retrieved a condom out of a drawer, digging through pens, rubber bands, matchbooks, and a bunch of other junk.
"Okay, um…" I made a little face, blushing again as I got on my knees, balancing on the chair.
It was a large one, as you can imagine, more like a dentist's chair than anything else, and kind of roomy considering how small I was. I'd pretty much been half-laying down while getting my tattoo, with the back of the chair lowered almost horizontal, and that made it easy too. I got on my knees and elbows, with the skirt of my blue mini-dress pulled up around my hips and my panties were already long gone, of course, removed for my tattoo and hidden safely away in my purse.
"Ughm!" I winced, dropping my head and arching my back as the man found my asshole with his prick.
"Ah, you tight fuck! Relax, pussy! Let your Uncle Jimbo inside, baby!" he breathed, slapping my ass with one large black hand while the other dug into my hip.
"J-Jimbo?" I gasped, wincing as his bulbous cockhead stretched my sphincter slowly around it.
"Hmmm…" Heather smiled, sitting in her chair with one long, left leg draped over the armrest. "Shove that black dick up his ass, Jimbo!"
"I'm trying!" he chuckled. "You a virgin, slut?"
"Noooo…" I breathed, letting out the breath I'd been holding and then I felt that wonderful, distinct *POP* as the man's cockhead sank into my rectum with my anus snapping closed behind the crown.
"Ohhh…Shit!" Jimbo sighed, holding my hips with both hands and not moving at all. "This boy's got a sweet pussy!"
"So fuck him," Heather said somewhat impatiently. "We haven't got all night."
"Heh!" he snorted at that. "What are you talkin' about? This white boy's fuckin' me!"
I was fucking him! I couldn't help it, the man's cock felt too good inside my boy cunt not to move my ass against him. I pushed myself backwards, grunting softly and rolling my hips like I was screwing my rectum onto his huge, black prick. I took an inch and rocked forward, then back again, taking two inches and gasping with pleasure. I fucked Jimbo like a slut while he stood behind me, straddling the chair with his legs spread, squeezing my hips with his powerful hands to urge me on.
"Uhm! Uhm! Uhm!" I breathed a minute later, driving the air out of my lungs as I thrust myself back harder and faster.
I had every inch of the man inside my fag pussy and my round, white ass found his black pelvis and thighs with a dull smacking sound. My hard little dick swung lewdly between my legs, drooling precum all over my thighs and the chair beneath me. Jimbo's heavy balls slapped my hairless sack over and over while we fucked. He'd started pulling me back, helping me ride his fat cock, and pushing with his hips to drive the head of his prick into my prostate. My asshole was stretched tightly around him, the tender walls of my rectum burning with the effort of taking a man's fuck pole deep into my body.
And Heather watched us, playing with her own hard, black cock while we fucked. That was the best part, it seemed to me, and I tried to keep my eyes open and on her face. I enjoyed being watched by my girlfriend while I took a black man's dick in my sissy hole. I wished she'd come closer and make me suck her off while Jimbo fucked my ass, but Heather was content to spread her legs and pull her panties to the side, and stroke her beautiful, black dick slowly. I thought she knew what a tease that was for me and as much as I begged her with my eyes, the girl just smiled.
"Love that cock, boy? Yeah! Pussy! Fuck that dick! Shit! I'm gonna cum, bitch!"
Jimbo hadn't fucked me very long, only a few minutes it seemed like, and then he started cumming. He slammed his hard prick one last time into my bowels and I could feel his cock jerking against the tight walls of my ass, but I couldn't feel his semen and I found it a little frustrating as I rolled my ass and gave him a nice, hard grind while he came. It still felt good, but I'd learned to enjoy the sensation of having my asshole creamed by a big, strong man and I decided right then that I didn't care a whole lot for condoms! I liked getting messy during sex, otherwise…what was the point?
"Was it good?" Heather teased him with a giggle and Jimbo just laughed as he regained his breath, leaving his cock inside me for the moment.
"Fuck yeah," he agreed. "This bitch fucks sweet! You ever done any time, boy?"
"Time?" I blinked at him over my shoulder, catching my breath as well.
"Prison," he said. "You don't fuck like a punk, you fuck like a bitch."
"Uhhh…No," I shook my head, giggling nervously. "Are you, um…Kyle's uncle?"
"Ha!" he grinned and started pulling his cock out of my ass slowly, leaving me feel unhappily empty inside.
"Of course he is," Heather laughed. "That's why I brought you here."
"Cause you knew I'd ink that boy for free!" the man chuckled, slapping my bare butt with his cock, the rubber sorta sticking to my flushed skin.
"I had a hunch," Heather agreed happily. "You did all the other fags for free, so…"
"Yeah," he nodded, peeling the condom off his prick. "I love that white pussy too damn much."
"Come on," Heather told me with a jerk of her head. "Let's get going. Pull your dress down, you look like a slut."
"I feel like a slut," I said with a shy giggle.
"And don't forget your free bubblegum," Jimbo said with a grin, pushing his cum-filled condom into my mouth as I sat up slowly. "Thanks for the fuck, pussy. Come back anytime!"
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"Are you hungry?" Heather asked me as we drove out of downtown.
"Yeah," I said around the condom I was chewing like bubblegum. Heather hadn't let me spit it out and I didn't really mind. I liked the salty flavor, although most of it was gone.
"Me too," she nodded. "It's pizza night at the club."
"Pizza night?" I smiled at her.
"Once in awhile we order a bunch of pizzas," she told me. "From every pizza place in town."
"Oh," I gave her a curious look. "Why not just order from one place?"
"Because a blowjob isn't worth ten pizzas!" she said with a laugh.
"Uhhh…Okay," I giggled, having no idea what that meant.
"See, we have this theory that pizza should be free," Heather told me. "Like air and sunshine and…"
"Pizza!" I grinned at her. "Yeah, that makes sense."
"Yeah!" She grinned back. "But the problem is that most pizza places want money."
"That sucks!" I laughed.
"Noooo…" Heather stuck her tongue out at me. "You suck! All you faggots pay for the pizza. See?"
"Uhhh…Oh!"
"Don't worry," she shrugged. "The pizza guys know what's going on, or they figure it out pretty quick anyway. Some of them can be kinda slow."
"Yeah," I nodded. "That's probably why they got the job in the first place, huh?"
"Probably!" Heather giggled.
Being the newest boyfriend, I got to go first and less than an hour later I was waiting for the knock at the door.
The idea of blowing a delivery boy for a free pizza didn't bother me so much, although I'd been warned that most of them were white guys with little dicks. No, the only thing I wasn't so sure about was the party going on around me. Besides the seven cheerleaders and the six other boyfriends, it seemed like half the school had shown up at the clubhouse! There were a couple kegs tapped and the music was loud, the Black Eyed Peas singing about humps at the moment, and kids smoking weed and cigarettes and playing Xbox on the big screen television, and making out, some of them, and…It was a freakin' party and Heather had promised me that they'd be ordering pizzas all night long!
Every time a pizza guy showed up, one of us boyfriends would have to be right there, making excuses about not having any money and offering to suck down a big load of delivery boy cum for that one little favor. As soon as he was gone, someone would be calling the place and ordering another pizza, bringing that same boy around thirty minutes later. We'd have pizzas coming every five or ten minutes all night long…That's a lot of pizza! A lot of sucking too, considering there were just the seven of us. At least we were dressed, the rule about being naked in the clubhouse had been relaxed because of the party. But still…
"Nervous?" Kyle asked me, tossing some dark hair out of his dark eyes and he looked seriously sexy.
"A little," I admitted, glancing around the one huge room above Wendy's garage. There was a bathroom up there too, and a little kitchen as well, but mostly it was just one large room and packed with people right then.
"They do this sometimes," the boy shrugged, meaning our girlfriends. "They like to embarrass us in front of their friends."
"I noticed," I sighed, catching sight of Heather as she was talking with a big white guy named Stu something or other.
He was a college guy, a couple years older than most of the kids up there, but we hadn't really been introduced or anything yet. Stu was handsome too, like in a manly way, not a pretty, faggy way, and Heather laughed when he leaned close, whispering something in her ear. He touched her too, like had his hand on her hip and she didn't seem to mind that very much. It sorta made my stomach churn, seeing her having fun with a white guy like that.
"Sup, bitches?" Nate Lawler smiled at us and he was a short black guy with a nice smile. A junior at school, like me, and probably sixteen. He had kind of a baby face.
"Hmmm..." Kyle gave him a petulant smile and I wished I knew how to do that. He sort of pouted, you know? Looking sexy and amused, but maybe just a little offended too, like now Nate had to make it up to him with a kiss.
"You're queer as hell, huh?" Nate pursed his own thick, black lips and looked Kyle up and down.
My friend wore a pair of leather hipsters, rust colored and loose around his narrow hips. They fell down far enough to expose Kyle's soft tummy and show off the pink panties he wore beneath. Especially since he had his thumbs hooked in the pockets, pulling the pants down even farther and when Nate looked down he could see inside the front, since Kyle was so slender and everything. For a top, he wore a pink t-shirt with ‘Got Milk?' printed across his flat chest in baby blue letters. He looked seriously cute that way and Kyle had put on some pink lip gloss as well, making him look like a total sissy fag.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Kyle giggled like a girl, dropping his eyes to the bulge in Nate's pants.
"I think he likes you," I whispered loudly into Kyle's ear, giving Nate a little smile of my own.
"You wanna lick my pussy?" Kyle asked the boy and Nate narrowed his eyes.
"Like to fuck your pussy ass," he said, grabbing his crotch and squeezing it.
"Uh-uh," Kyle sighed, looking almost sadly at him. "You gotta go down on me first."
"Shit!" Nate made a face at that idea. "I don't go down on no faggot dick!"
"Too bad," I shook my head slowly. "We were both gonna do you."
"Yeah," Kyle giggled. "Mattie and me like to share."
"Everything," I agreed.
"But if you don't wanna love us back…" Kyle looked at me.
"We'll just have to find someone else," I sighed.
"You cockteasing bitches…" Nate muttered with an unhappy smile.
"Bye!" Kyle giggled again, giving him a little finger wave.
"Bye bye, Nate!" I pursed my lips, blowing him a little kiss with my red lips.
Nate walked off, squeezing between people as there wasn't really a whole lot of room up there. We were sort of in the corner, but even so a couple guys were close enough that they'd heard the whole thing. A couple girls too and they were talking about us, naturally, but we didn't care. The whole school knew I was a fag for sure, since I was still wearing the same tight dress I'd worn to school that morning. I'd made my face up pretty again, brushed my hair and spread some scented baby lotion over my skin. I looked pretty hot, I knew that, and Kyle and I looked good together. A couple little white faggots on the hunt for big black cock.
"Too bad," Kyle said. "He was kinda cute."
"Yeah," I agreed. "What would you have done if he'd said yes though?"
"If he'd go down on me?" Kyle asked with a grin. "I dunno. I'd have been in trouble then!"
"No kidding!" I giggled and stuck out my tongue at him.
Neither Kyle's girlfriend, Wendy, nor mine would have been too happy seeing us take off with a black guy for some serious dick action! We'd have been in serious trouble and we probably shouldn't have teased Nate the way we had, because if he'd said yes…Well, I don't think either of us were the kind of sissies to say no to a hard, black cock!
"Yo! Who ordered the pizza?" A tall, skinny white guy yelled and I didn't think he'd even knocked, since the door had probably been wide open anyway.
"Mattie!" Heather shouted over the music, waving her arm at me. "Pizza guy's here!"
"Ohhhh!" Kyle giggled, giving me a little push. "You're up!"
"Yeah," I sighed, pushing through the crowded room. "You're next though."
"Jimmy's next," Kyle told me. "I'm after him."
"Same thing," I grinned over my shoulder and then I forced myself to smile. "Hi!"
"Hey," the Pizza guy didn't really smile back.
He was from Pizza hut and dressed in red mostly, with a padded pizza warmer thing balanced on one hand and holding a receipt in the other.
"Large pan meat lovers? That's 12.95, please," he said loudly, looking kind of annoyed by the party going on behind me.
"Oh…Um…" I nodded and slipped my purse off my shoulder, opening it up with nervous fingers. "I, uh…I must have forgot my money at home, um…"
"What?" the guy narrowed his eyes, leaning down a little because he was like six and half feet tall or something.
"I said I don't have any money," I repeated.
"So borrow some," he snorted impatiently and I thought he was being kind of a dick!
"Uhhh…" I glanced around me and realized a lot of people were watching. Heather and the other cheerleaders, the other boyfriends too, and a lot of other kids besides!
"I got other deliveries," the guy said. "If you don't want it…"
"I want it!" I told him quickly. "How about if, um…I could, uhhh…You know…"
I took a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding as the blood rushed to my face. I was supposed to tell this guy I'd suck his dick for a pizza? He looked like he was ready to punch me! I wanted to run away, actually, and just sorta hide! I felt really embarrassed and having everyone staring at me didn't help at all either! The pizza guy knew I was a boy, he had to, and of course so did everyone else and that was the big joke! The free entertainment, to see a boy suck off a guy for a pizza. It seemed awfully shameful all of a sudden and I felt like I wanted to puke, I was so nervous and frightened.
"You could what?" the man asked slowly, watching as I stepped a little closer, forcing myself to press my hand against his crotch with a hard swallow.
"Um…" I blinked and let out a ragged breath with the words, "…suck it for you?"
"You wanna suck my dick?" he stared at me and I nodded, dropping my eyes and feeling my face getting hot as the sun.
"I'll, um…Yeah," I cleared my throat. "I'll suck it for you."
"Let her suck it, dude!" someone said loudly.
"Blowjob!" a girl shouted.
"Get on your knees, bitch!" someone else prompted me and the place became very confusing as everyone started getting into it.
"You're a girl?" the pizza guy wondered and I nodded quickly.
"Uh, yeah," I told him. "I'm a girl."
"Cool! I thought you were a fag!" he laughed and relaxed then. "Sure. What the fuck. You wanna suck it here?"
"Yeah," I whispered, glad that the guy believed me. I seriously thought he was ready to punch me in the face for a second there.
"Have a beer, man!" A boy pushed a plastic cup into the pizza guy's hand while someone else claimed his pizza warmer, tearing the Velcro open.
"I need that back!" he said, but mostly the guy was watching me as I knelt on the floor and unzipped his pants, reaching inside for his prick.
"Hurry up, Mattie!" Paula giggled. "Thirty minutes or the next one's free!"
"Woo-hoo! Go for it, Mattie!" someone yelled and actually a lot of people were yelling all kinds of stuff as I pulled the guy's semi-hard penis out of his pants.
"Suck it!" and "Blowjob!" and "Cocksucker!" were all chanted at one time or another. Sometimes at the same time as some fifty or sixty half-drunk teenagers crowded around me, jostling each other for a better view as I took the man's prick inside my mouth.
"Yeah, baby!" the pizza guy laughed, getting into it as he swallowed his beer, putting a hand on the back of my head and pulling me into his crotch.
He wasn't really huge or anything, but average maybe and that was big enough for me. Like six inches of hard, white cock sliding in and out of my mouth while I jerked him off with my hand. I just wanted to get it over with as fast as I could. I felt pretty embarrassed, even though nobody really seemed to be teasing me in a bad way. Everyone just laughed and a few guys were telling me how sexy I looked with a mouthful of cock. And the guy was hamming it up, like I said, posing and making like he was fucking my face.
"Get a cup!" someone yelled. Stacy, I thought, but I couldn't be sure and I didn't know what she meant.
"You have to cum in the cup!" Veronica said, pushing close and pulling her boyfriend, Dave, behind her.
"Don't let him cum in your mouth, Mattie!" Heather warned me about the time someone took a picture.
There were a bunch of flashes then, like strobe lights going off as it seemed like everyone had some sort of camera with them. Phones mostly, I thought, but I was busy anyway, bobbing my head up and down on the guy's dick, squeezing the shaft with one hand and massaging his hairy balls with the other. I washed his cockhead with my tongue and tickled beneath it, swallowing spit and precum and trying to get him off quickly. I did everything except stick my finger up his butt and I probably would have tried that, if he hadn't been wearing pants.
"Oh! Fuck!" The guy gave me like a half-second's warning before he blew a jet of thin, salty cum inside my mouth.
"In the cup, asshole!" Stacy said and Dave pushed the plastic beer cup next to my cheek as I pulled off the man's shooting prick.
"Spit it out, Mattie!" Heather told me.
"Point his dick into the cup!" someone else yelled, but I was already doing that, jerking him off with my fist and spitting a mouthful of semen out.
I was red-faced and panting, licking my sperm glazed lips and burping from the air I'd swallowed while sucking the man off. He came a lot too, but not as much as I might have expected. There might have been three or four large spoonfuls of ball juice settling into the bottom of the cup by the time he'd finished. I took him into my mouth again, at Veronica's insistence, sucking his cock like it was a straw and then spitting what little semen I'd managed to get into the cup.
"Man! That was an awesome blowjob!" the guy told me, smiling and putting away his dick as I knelt there, wiping my smeared lips on the back of my hand.
"Give her a kiss!" someone yelled and everyone soon joined in.
"Kiss her!"… "Kiss her!" …"Kiss her!" they chanted eagerly, lifting their beer high and laughing, goading the pizza guy into kissing me as I stood up slowly.
"Uhhh…" he smiled sheepishly and kissed me on the mouth, even slipped me his tongue, but not too much. He was probably thinking about how I'd been sucking his dick and had some kind of phobia.
*Flash*
Someone took a picture, naturally, probably a lot of people did and Heather giggled, pulling me away from the guy.
"He kissed a fag!" someone yelled and of course, that was the punchline.
"You wanna do her now?" Heather asked the confused pizza guy, pulling up the front of my dress before I could stop her and exposing my soft, pink cock and smallish balls.
"What?" The guy turned white as a ghost when he saw I wasn't a real girl and realized he was the butt of a huge joke. "Oh! Fuck you!"
He turned around, kind of stumbling out the open door and ignoring all the laughter and the odd taunt about kissing a fag and all that. Someone threw his pizza warmer thing after him, telling him he'd need it because we were gonna be ordering pizzas all night long!
"The hell was that?" a skinny Chinese looking guy in a Dominos Pizza hat wondered and I guessed he'd been coming up the stairs as the Pizza Hut guy had been running down them. "Who ordered the large Hawaiian with black olives?" he wondered, looking around at the party and smiling.
"Right here!" Karen yelled, pushing Jimmy through the crowd and everybody got strangely quiet, grinning at each other because this was the game now.
"Uh, right…That's, uh…11.99 for the pizza," the young man nodded, kind of glancing around and he knew something was up, but he didn't know what, so he smiled a lot. And Karen was seriously hot anyway, like all those black cheerleaders were, and she made a face as she opened her purse.
"Oh, shoot!" she rolled her eyes. "I forgot to ask Daddy for some money!"
"Ahhh…" the Dominos guy smiled some more.
"How about if, um…" Karen licked her lips, "…You want a blowjob for it?"
"Uh, a blowjob?" His oriental eyes almost got round and he looked her up and down. He seemed kind of nervous, but Karen looked pretty amazing and a little hungry too as she eyed his crotch.
"Yeah," she breathed and I could barely hear her above the music. "You want your dick sucked?"
"Sure!" the Chinese guy nodded eagerly, looking like he'd just won the lottery. It was obvious what he was thinking too...Some hot, black, high school cheerleader was gonna bob his knob in front of God and everybody!
"Awesome!" Karen giggled, snatching the pizza out of his hands. "Give me this and you get on your knees, faggot…Hurry up!"
"Wha…" the Domino's guy blinked, but Jimmy was already on the carpet, unzipping the man's pants while everyone started cheering him on the way they had for me.
"My fag boyfriend is gonna do it!" Karen said, scrunching up her nose with a soft laugh. "Hey! Did you bring any of that red pepper stuff?"
"What? Wait…But, I thought…Ohhh!" he sort of gasped as Jimmy found his cock, pulling it into his mouth before the guy could stop him. It was kind of funny actually, because that Chinese guy looked seriously confused!
And nobody would mistake Jimmy for anything but a boy, of course. At least me and Kyle looked pretty girlish, enough so a guy could think we were a couple tomboys or something. The rest of our friends though, they were all good looking, no doubt about that, but very boyish too. Jimmy, being just a fifteen-year-old sophomore, was kind of cute and he had pretty green eyes and barely there freckles to go with his short auburn hair. He was small too, about my size, and he loved sucking cock! Jesus! That boy put a serious lip-lock on that Chinese guy and he had a nice prick too.
Most people think oriental guys are all small in the dick department, just like they think all black guys must be huge. None of that's true though, as much as I wish it was, the Dominos guy had a nice seven inches of pale penis and it stiffened quickly beneath Jimmy's expert attentions! The boy wrapped his arms around the delivery guy, grabbed his ass in his little hands, and with the crowd chanting happily to "Suck that dick!" the man started pumping Jimmy's fag mouth like it was a cunt!
I thought it was pretty cool and someone handed me a beer, which tasted pretty good, even though I don't really like the stuff. But that pizza guy I'd sucked had some seriously salty semen and I was thirsty! Hungry too! I grabbed a slice of that Hawaiian pizza before it was all gone and watched as Jimmy blew the guy off to pay for it. Five minutes was all it took, probably not even that long, and Jimmy jerked him off into the same cup the Pizza Hut guy had cum in.
"Hey Mattie!" someone yelled about four hours later and I was kind of drunk, tired, and really feeling worn out!
"Huh?" I looked up from the pillow I was sitting on with Kyle, Josh, and David near me. I hadn't seen Heather in a couple hours and all our girlfriends seemed to be too busy having fun to worry about us.
"Your boyfriend's back!" a pretty black girl named Missy giggled and I rolled my eyes, but I had to get up. Everyone was yelling for me and while I might have been tired, the party was still going full blast!
"They ordered another one?" I asked, kind of smiling and frowning all at once as the Pizza Hut guy stood there holding another pizza.
"Down on your knees, homo," he said with a chuckle and I just nodded. This was his fourth trip and the fourth blowjob I'd have to give him. The last one had lasted about fifteen minutes before he came inside the cup, which was well over half full by then.
The Chinese guy had come back twice more, getting another suck job from Jimmy and one from Josh. Kyle had gotten a white guy delivering for Paradise Pizza and he'd been back twice as well, getting another suck from Kyle and one from me. A black guy with a short, but really fat dick had come from Yellow Cab three times, getting Kevin, Brad, and Dave. There were other guys as well, and all seven of us had given at least five or six blowjobs each. I think I gave the most though, or maybe me and Kyle were tied at six apiece. Those guys seemed to like us better, even though after the first hummer they knew we were really boys.
The Pizza Hut guy liked me, although he was seriously trying to pretend like he didn't! I could tell though. When he came back the second time, he could have just taken money for the pizza, but he'd wanted another blowjob from me. He tried to act like it was some sort of punishment, you know, calling me names and stuff, really fucking my mouth hard while he held my head with both hands. That kind of thing. The third time he'd been more relaxed, letting me do him at my own pace and I thought he'd liked it better that way. I know I did. Now he was back, smiling as I opened his pants and removed his by now very familiar dick.
People still watched us, of course, but after that many blowjobs, the thrill kind of went away for a lot of the kids. That and they were busy trying to hook up with each other, just because it was a party and high school kids are like that. Girls came to meet boys and boys came to fuck girls, so…The crowd was a little quieter this time around and I just concentrated on working his cock with my mouth and hands, knowing he'd last a long time before giving his fourth nut to the cup!
"Yeah, hmmm…That's nice," he told me, leaning against the wall and stroking my hair as I slid my lips along the shaft, up and down in time with my hand. "I like it when you do that tongue thing…Uhhh…Like that…Yeah…"
"Ummph!" I gave him sort of a smile as I curled my tongue and tickled the spot where the two halves of his glans came upward together and met at the bottom. He had a really pronounced ridge and I sort of enjoyed the shape, the smooth texture, and even the flavor. He must have taken a piss recently, I thought, because he seemed just a little more tangy than I remembered.
"You're name's Mattie, right?" he asked and I just shrugged, not wanting to stop what I was doing. "You, um…Do you have like a boyfriend or anything?"
"Hmmph?" I widened my eyes and he cleared his throat, although he'd been speaking pretty softly anyway, not wanting anyone to hear him probably.
"I mean, uh…I was wondering if I could like, have your phone number or…something?"
"Mmmm…" I kinda hummed around his cock and gave his hairy balls a squeeze.
"Ohhh…Not too hard, uh…" he made a face and then smiled, "…I know you're a fag and everything, but...Do you wanna go out with me sometime?"
"Nuhhh humph…" I shook my head.
"No?" he frowned and I almost giggled because he suddenly looked like a little boy.
He wasn't a bad looking guy, don't get me wrong. I figured he was like twenty-years-old maybe and probably went to college or the vo-tech. He was really tall too, with neat brown hair and clear skin, nice brown eyes and clean teeth…But he was white. I just didn't want to hook up with a white guy, even if I could, which I couldn't because Heather would kill me!
"Ummm!" I pulled my mouth of his dick and rubbed it against my face as I looked up at him. "I got a girlfriend already. She's kinda jealous, so…"
"You have a girlfriend?" he asked as I went back to sucking his dick, bobbing my head a little faster because this was taking too long and my tongue was already tired.
"Mmm-hmmph!" I agreed.
"But…You're a fag!" he almost laughed. "What's up with that?"
I just shrugged because there wasn't really any good way to explain it.
"Okay, whatever," he sorta sighed. "But, um…I work every night except Tuesday and Wednesday, okay? So if you wanna hook up or…" he grinned at me, "…you want a free pizza, just call. Okay?"
"Oomph oomph!" I agreed, thinking maybe a free pizza every now and then wouldn't be so bad.
As long as Heather never found out!