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              Dark Meat Diet!

             Chapter 1  LoadSwapping Fun!

                 TJ Ryder

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    Being a white boy of Dutch descent growing up

in a 95% Zulu country, its difficult when I visit my grandfather's

farm in the country because, well, for several reasons.



    Like all white boys (and girls) who went to Mugabo public

high school,  I'm part of the first generation of post

apartheid teenagers who grew up and was raised in a country

dominated by black males.  And not just black males, but eugenically

perfect zulu super males.  And we were raised in separate

sex  schools because of the fears of pregnancy and disease,

so like if there were 30 boys in my class, i'd be one of

3 white boys.  The average height of white males is 5'6.

I'm 5'5, 145 lbs, and blonde and blue eyes, which is pretty typical.

The average black is 6'4 and 230 of solid muscle.

At least half the black males would fuck me if they could.

And at least half of those prefer white males to females anyway

if they had a choice.



   My white girlfriend Eileen who I grew up with, like most girls

who go to public school, went black early, and now the only

relationship I could hope for with her would be her

'second date sissy' which some white guys of the older

generation actually like.  But like most kids, seeing the

writing on the wall, I adapted, but my grandfather wouldn't

be able to understand, so everytime I go out there, I have

to shift things around.  I can barely speak Afrikaans

any more too and my accent is not good. 



   Anyway, I was going to drive out there on Saturday

morning and it was Thursday so I had some time and I had a tentative

plan to keep everyone happy.  Because in Obeah, this new

Black majority country made out of a corner of South Africa,

relationships are complex, especially for a white boy.



   I didn't have a lover to coordinate with, who of course would

be black and that alone would be bad enough for grandpaw to go nuts

even if he were a she.  That doesn't mean I didn't see several

men regularly, which they call a 'pod' here, and the closest

term I can think of to the outside world is what the Americans

call a group of 'fuck buddies'!  Not quite the same thing because

most zulus are 'tops' and most white boys are 'bottoms' over here.



   We were taught in sex education in school to be considerate

in joining pods and leaving pods, accepting new people in them,

and the implicit obligation of being in a pod which is to be

a sex resource.  There were only one man in my pod and the average

is 4 and while I'd kind of like another one, I didn't have much

room in my daily schedule.



   A white boy in a pod of all blacks is assumed to be the bottom,

but the other members aren't exactly masters.  That's the same

thing here as in America.  If I had accepted a master I'd be

constantly wearing some kind of ownership symbol, most likely

a dog collar with his initials on it.  I was only in one

relationship like that and it didn't last long.



   It isn't carved in stone, but I should be available once a day

to my pod which is usually kneeling between their knees.

It's just being courteous.  So after 6th and last period

instead of Gym class I go to the Athletic Department

building to meet Coach Titus Mbonge before I start my

shift as one of the several basketball team managers.



   I knock softly on the door, seeing his shape and hearing his

voice behind the venetian blinds of his door window, and I

see the gesture beckoning me to enter.  The Coach is as usual

a big muscular brute, and he's talking to a colleague, and

I stand there waiting for instructions, but he moves a rolling

cabinet out of the way, swivels his chair around and spreads

his big muscular legs in his coach uniform, just short

shorts and t shirt with the LIONS emblem on it.



  Then he leans back in his chair, and

smiles at me while absently checking the time on a wall

clock.  I had a rock projecting through my own nylon

shorts as well.



   Kneeling between the huge legs, I put my  hand on his

big black thighs, smile up at him, and then see the huge

arching column stretching his shorts.  As soon as we make

eye contact as he chats on the phone, I first have to press

my face in his groin, kissing the warm damp nylon,

and then when I move back before I slip his shorts down,

I move my own cock which is already rigid and drooling,

and instead of freeing it up like a boy in America would do

while giving a blowjob, I arch it down and catch it in a

fold of my shorts, making it more uncomfortable.

I know that doesn't make sense to outsiders but I'll explain

later. For one thing it limits my cockdrool a lot.



   I gasped as I slide his shorts down and off of one ankle

at the familiar but still amazing sight of his huge veiny

jet black 11 inch thick cock with its big almost purple

knob with pearly white drops of precum popping out.

Impulsively licking those with a deep sigh of relief,

I cover the knob first, mmmmmmmm, as he sighs also with

relief, just sucking out the cockdrool.  I haven't

sucked a cock so far that day and the last few periods I

like many white boys have licked their lips in class,

while at the same time shifting on our seats as we expand

and pucker our anuses.  Its a rhythm of daily sex Iv'e

been used to since I was much younger.



   "Yeah, Frank," Titus was smiling by his voice,

"of course wer'e going to beat your team next week!"



   I knew he was talking to Frank Butabo, coach of one of

our school's rivals.  A buddy of Titus that have had

a rivalry for years.  Frank once worked as Titus' assistant

here four years ago, before I got here.



   Now with his shorts off, I ran my lips and tongue

down his column, and began kissing and lapping his enormous

engorged balls.  I love to kiss balls, especially low hangers,

and I keep my lips close to the warm skin, pressing enough

to feel the cum inside that would soon be feeding me.

I also love to cup them, feel their weight.  I licked and

kissed every inch of his balls before he arched back in the

chair, and the reason he moved his cabinet was so he could

put his shoes up on each side of me to

lift up his buttocks as he slid out and up as his chair

tilted back.



   "Oh yeah," he laughed, "yeah, same deal as before then?

Winner gets choice of team managers for the night?  Haw, haw!"



   Lapping under his big balls, I reached up and spread his

black tight muscular buttocks as much as I could in the

awkward position, but I was able to run my tongue along

his acrid butt crack the whole length.



   "Awhellyes!  Awyeah, I still got that blonde kid you like,

the one with the green eyes?  Sure! I don't care!"



   I kissed each cheek reverently, and then ran my tongue

slowly up his butt crack, pausing this time at his puckered

anal ring!



   "You mean you want to add the spanking score again?"

Two strokes for each point over the other team!  Haw, it

don't bother me none but of course I don't plan on losing!"



   Kissing his anal ring a couple of times, I inserted my

tongue, and Titus stiffened, rose up a little and tried

to spread his buttocks some more to help me.



   "Naw, I probably shouldn't make this bet cuz you want

to spank that blonde kid so much you'll make your loser team

work harder!  Haw, haw!"



   The last time I was 'invited' by the Coach after a

winning Friday night with Coach Connors we were kind of double

dating because he had brought along their team's cutest

white boy manager.  We were parked at a drive in movie

in the coach's big Lincoln, I was in the back seat with

The Panthers coach, and Titus was in front making out

with the other boy.  I had been especially polite,

submissive and sensitive to the losing coach's feelings,

but I wasn't sure I liked him as much as I was afraid

of him.



   Frank was okay, but definitely the loss by 14 pts

irritated him a bit.  My tongue was in his thick lips

but his huge muscular hands were rough with me, pinching

my nipples hard enough to make me squeal, and then I heard

the spanking and sobbing from the front seat, and Titus

was using a ping pong paddle as we stopped and looked

over.  The boy's pink buttocks, nude, over Titus' lap

as he used it, counting the strokes.  The boy writhed

and sobbed, and Titus laid it on but not nearly as bad

as he could.  Frank didn't like it at all, though.



   The boy was still crying after the 28 strokes so

Titus gave him a beer.



   "Come on kid, its your own coach's fault, his idea

for double strokes!"



   "Yes(sob) sir, th-thank you!"



   Half an hour later I was showing my own pink buttocks

to Frank as he spread my cheeks apart.  I had already sucked

him off but he was ready again, and he grinned at me.



   "Next time my team is going to win by 20 points and

these cheeks will be bright red by this time!"



   'Y-yes sir!"  I said, gasping as I felt his enormous

knob enter me.  Then I heard squealing from the front

seat, the boy was sobbing again.



   "Shit, Frank, as soon as I touch his butt he cries,

I need some vaseline, got any?"



   "He likes it," he grunted, about halfway up my butt,

stretching me good!



   I was thinking about this as my tongue was about two

inches up coach's butt, making him writhe.  Next Friday night

I might be the one with the red butt, and what if we lost by

even more than 20 pts?  At least Coach hung up, and while

someone knocked on the door, he motioned him to enter

but only to spend a couple of minutes.  It was another

player, one of the stars,  Jusube, 6'9" and same age

as me, a big black powerhouse center.  He laughed

as he saw me behind the desk with the coach's big

cock in my mouth although I couldn't see him.

I hated that but soon he was gone



    But soon all thoughts were gone except for the huge

erection half way down my throat, as I slowly used my

tongue to massage the underside of his glans, while the

big knob seeped precum as I softly swallowed it.

Coach was a stickler for time and I knew I had to get him

off, so I couldn't like on a date just blow him slowly

for an hour, getting him primed and retreating, and partly

because this is Africa and getting ready to cum

and cumming were almost equal in time.  Feeling the big

balls tightening in my hand, I kept the huge knob

in my cheeks, now seeping like a faucet, but then I got

the first wonderful jizz blast to the back of my throat

and gulped it down, the coach's strong hands on the back

of my head guiding me as he gasped and groaned.  It seems

like his cock doubled in size as its about to spurt but

I still kept it inside.  Another gusher, and another,

and finally, softly pumping, I settled into the typical

in Africa but rare most places sperm feast that only

native plants, mostly yohimbe and maca root, will

do for males sperm production.  While not the volume

of the first couple shots that were definitely mouth

fillers, I softly and slowly swallowed, as his cock

remained rigid, for almost ten minutes, sucking now

and squeezing and massaging his now flaccid testicles.



    It takes much longer to blow a zulu, especially

a young male, and if you do it right it can take

an hour or so, but what could be more satisfying?

after the cock finally wilted, I kissed and licked it

clean, even the balls, and helped Titus pull up his

shorts again.



   "Haw, I guess you heard my bet with Frank, boy?"



   "Yes sir!"



   "Got no plans for next Friday night then, cuz he

definitely wants yo butt across his lap!"



   "No sir, it's, um, fine," I said, still kneeling,

absently licking my lips, my cock bulging out my nylon

shorts and staining them a little.



   "Ah suppose you still pissed about swapping partners!"



   "No, sir, I mean that's the bet and all!"  He knew

I was really soft on him and the only times we ever go out

on a date its usually a double date and he swaps. 

I suppose since he has me on a daily basis he wants more

variety. 



   I bent my head to kiss each of his shoes as he chuckled

and arranged my hardon again in my shorts and as I

got up to go, I smiled.



   "But I will remember vaseline!"  He laughed but the

phone rang and I went to the mens room.



   My balls were big and tight now.  And I still had

practice and massages afterwards, and during those massages,

well, they weren't steady boyfriends or anything, but

team assistant managers were expected to do what they were

told.



   Two hours later I had the star player Jusube on his

front on my massage table as I taped his ankle.  He was

naked and we were talking about the bet.



   "So boy, you enjoy you lunch from de coach?"



   Laughing, I said yes!



   "I didn't even know you an him were a thing!"



   "We've dated before!"



   "Sheeit, that wasn't a date, he just using yo for a

suckoff and betting other coaches.  He so anxious to fuck

that Panther punk to piss off his old assistant Connors he

makin us do double practices this weekend!"



   "Do you think we'll win?"



   He turned over and grinned at me, "why, you afraid of

the spankings?"



   I smiled, "I'd hate to lose by a lot of points!"



   "Haw, ah bet.  Ah tell you what, mebbe if you extra nice

to me ah'll put out some extra effort!"



   With that he rolled over and I gasped at the throbbing

manmeat projecting from his groin, and the big full ballsacs

as he spread his legs and put one hand under his head

and used the other to heft his testicles.



   "Think of it as a tryout, haw haw!"  I moved over to

reach down and grasp the thick column, unable to touch finger

tips, and leaned down, and lapped the seeping knob!



   "You part of any pod, boy?"  he said as I was kissing his

big balls.



   "No sir!"  I am always submissive to whoever I am serving,

even a classmate, and Jusube while an arrogant bastard was

a school superstar who could have any white girl or boy he wanted.



   "I mean," I said, "except for Coach!"



   "Sheeit, dat ain't a pod!"



   "Well, its regular!"



   "Yeah, but he pimps you!  Dat's different!"



   Maybe he was right, as he groaned as I began milking his

giant cock with my mouth.  A classmate like Jusube would be

more convenient and all the kids would be envious of me!



  Four hours later I was at home doing homework in my room

and looking absently at my watch.  Mom called me and said

T'Challa was here!  I was grateful because it was getting real

hard to concentrate on geometry with my big load of aching

balls.  I also had a kind of chastity belt on that I had

to put on as soon as I came home, mostly to prevent a

full erection and squeeze the base of my balls to

stop drooling.



   Mother was talking to T'Challa, she couldn't help flirting

with a handsome black boy even if he was another sub like me,

because even black subs were dom with whites and she caught

the presence immediately when she first met him.  T'Challa

worked a day shift at a local market and was about to

bus back to the far suburbs.  Sometimes I don't see him for

a couple days and that's a real strain on my concentration

and on every other part of me.  I sucked off 3 zulus today

and on the way home the big heavy zulu bus driver pulled

over since I was his last customer and as usual, bent me

over the padded bus bench and pumped my butt full of

of his hot white seed.  Fortunately for me I was prepared

and slipped a buttplug from my bookbag in so it wouldn't

run out.  That was only an hour ago so I still had his

load in and I was anxious to get rid of it and clean up.



   It's true I might not have much of a 'pod' and not much of a

dating circle either, but I have the best 'swap'.  Like most

subs my swaps used to be other white boys, frequently in the

same class.  But I met T'Challa on a message board a few

months ago, and while he was just as sub as I was to

his fellow countrymen, he liked to switch roles and be

dom with a white boy.



   As soon as I got downstairs, T'Challa took my

hand and politely but firmly told mom he had to take

care of some business, and pulled me back up to my

room.  As soon as we got inside he told me to strip,

which I did.  I smiled as he stripped and saw he also had

a buttplug.



   "Have a good day, sir?"  I smiled.



   "Been anxious to swap since noon, boy, so shut up!"



   "Yes sir!"  I was wondering if he was going to play

some games first, maybe some slapping or spanking or

doggy training stuff, but he told me to lay on

back on the floor, which I did, and he stood

with his bare black feet on either side of my head,

and then slipped out his butt plug, and slowly squatted

over my face as I quickly covered his puffy pouty

pink anus with my lips.  I didn't even get my tongue

up his ass before I received a spermload in my mouth.



   "Ahhhhh," he sighed, 'Suck it all out, bitch!"



   I gulped and sighed, luxuriating in the feeling

of this sperm going into my mouth and the whole submissive

aspect of it.  I imagined the big black giants who had

pumped him full of sperm as I swallowed it all.



   Then, the awkard bit when after I kissed and rimmed

him clean, he had me lie on the bed, face up, and

knelt on the floor while he popped my butt plug out

and similarly feasted on my spermload.



   Relaxing my anal muscles, I let him suck it out,

and after a couple of licks and kisses, I was empty

at last.  But now we come to the point we both need so

much. 



   "Move up bitch!"  He said, as he removed his own

home-made chastity belt, just a tiny strap around his

scrotum, while I did not.  He would do mine for me, unlocking

me since he was the 'top swap' and I was the bottom.



   His head over my groin as he rested his weight on

his arms, my cock projecting upward to his mouth, and his

huge organ hanging down to my lips.  He slipped off my

scrotum collar and I immediately felt the freedom and

my own precum building up.  We subs in Africa have our

own problems with sucking off all that sperm.  It fills

our balls, changes our metabolism with hormones, makes

our cocks bigger, and dominant zulu types don't like

to admit they suck or receive white male sperm, or even

black sub sperm, although many do.  Just not anywhere

as often as we do with hundreds of black hardons we

see every day.



   So while subs might be careless about lovers or pods

or masters, not too many don't arrange for a swap partner.

And that's exactly what we do, we swap loads.



   I sucked in his drooling cock just as he slipped his

big full lips over my own big squirting cock knob.

Then we both gently milked each other, because this isn't

the typical or even best blow job position.  Our cocks

are arched at too much an angle for one thing, our mouths

can't make a perfect seal, my tongue can't quite touch

that special spot under his knob.  And sometimes we

just take turns blowing each other, but like most swaps,

we do it this way.



   My last two swaps were white subs like myself, and

one was in the same classes and I didn't even like him

that much, making it even more awkward to arrange schedules

with him.  My second swap was at least with a white boy

from another school, but T'Challa was the best.



   We were just going to exchange loads, everything in

my balls going to nourish him, and his in me.  I came

first as usual, as he began to gulp and swallow, and now

that I was cumming I could move a little, touch that

spot on his cock and he sprayed, and because he was over me,

he flooded my mouth right away and some sperm came out my

nose, but I kept up after that.  We just groaned, sighed,

sucked and slurped for several minutes, as I swallowed,

and swallowed.  He was finished first and I kissed and

licked his cock and balls, but when I finished, he just

squeezed my balls to get the last shot and sucked

hard on my knob, his tongue working the last drop out.



   After that we collapsed on the bed, entwined, naked

and sweaty, our flaccid but still big hoselike cocks

near enough to our lips to occasionally lick the

still seeping knobs.  Wev'e gone to sleep occasionally

before we shower, wherein I kneel in the shower and

wash his body before I wash my own.  But after he

left I would actually be able to do my homework, my

head clear for a while.



   The knock on my bedroom door woke me up!  T'Challa

stirred, slipping my knob out of his mouth, mumbling.

It was mom!



   I sleepily asked her in, and she came in smiling

with a tray of milk and sandwiches.



   "Everyone hungry, boys?" she smiled, looking with

her tongue moistening her lips at T'Challa's giant

but limp cock resting over my arm and near my face.



   "Thanks mom!"



   "Thank you, Mrs Dietrich!"  T'Challa said, reaching

for a sandwich!



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