You might appreciate reading my series, "Plowed," before reading this, though it's not necessary. Disclaimer: The story depicts scenes of reluctance and at times non-consensual sexual contact. All characters and places in this story are fictional. Any similarity herein to real persons or places is entirely coincidental. All characters are 18 or older.
Myles leaned against the thick timber of a light pole and watched all the hot, white pussy walk past him. Gym-fit dads, MILFS, cheerleaders with bouncy tit and spankable ass, and even a few hot jocks who weren't football dudes but who had come to watch their buddies on the gridiron--yeah, Myles remembered this scene from his own football days.
They were short-lived but sweet, about three years ago.
The rotten system had assigned him to a foster family in Oconomowoc, a rich one. They sent him to a tight-assed Catholic school where he was one of the few black kids, and the only brother with any serious mojo. But fuck, if he didn't have fun! No week passed without him spreading cream.
The principal, the coach, and all those smiling teachers almost hurt themselves telling the students to welcome the poor black kid from the hood. Like roosters giving up the hen house! He could still see the star senior quarterback that first day, so fucking naïve, grinning at him through his freckled face, Mr. Nice Guy, best in class, slapping his shoulder and calling him "bro." That sweet piece of ass had his whole future ahead of him until Myles got behind him.
"Mmm. Fuck, yeah." Myles dragged on his vape and relished the memory.
He'd fucked the quarterback's girlfriend first, filling her with dick so sweet, slow, and polite she fell in love with him, her and a few of her friends, too. Damn, but them white titties could bounce! Almost as good as their boyfriends' ass cheeks! Myles chuckled to himself, remembering all that skin. He'd made it so all the girls in that school wanted his big, black dick, and it left those poor, pretty-faced jock boys just a-groaning and a-moaning for their aching, breaking blue balls.
Getting them into a circle jerk was easy--white boys love a good circle jerk--and once they saw his black dick, and felt all those hot pinpricks as they gazed at it, and he talked a little bullshit about "bro-jobs are the same as no-jobs," the rest was in the bag. Simple recipe: build trust, show dick, make it no-homo, and BANG!
He fucked the quarterback first, doggy-style, right in front of his buddies.
He hadn't expected that pretty, freckled fucker to cum so fast, no hands, moaning like the little bitch he'd just become. It was like a damn advertisement, a touch of good luck Myles could have never planned. He still remembered the thrill of giving that sweet, pale ass a good spank afterwards, coaxing a giggle out of Quarterback Boy, and then looking at all other naked jock boys staring at him with shocked eyes and saying, "No homo, homeboys!"
Pure fucking poetry.
"You can't let him be the only one brave enough to take this monster," he'd said.
Calling him brave, see--that's like forgiveness for a white boy, makes it okay, and helps make sure he'll do it again.
Plus, it guilted his buddies a little. A big black cock, a leader to take it, a little guilt, and the white-boy desire to be team players--works like a charm!
So next up came the tight end (of course), who kept saying Myles was too big until his buddies teased him for being "a wuss," and then the star kicker whose legs looked as good in the air as on the field, and then that meaty linebacker--aw, DAMN!
Myles took another drag. Tight, virgin, white-boy ass! Fucking addictive!
Almost as addictive to him as his cock was to them! He turned it into a game--"How many times can this monster dick spew?"--and they laughed and dared themselves into "no homo" madness.
It lasted three glorious weeks.
He hadn't intended on any of those boys' daddies finding out what pussies they'd raised, but that fucking coach just had to come back to school late one day. The look on his face when he found Myles with some of his best players, naked and on their knees, laughing and carrying on as they took turns sucking his balls in the shower--
Myles laughed and shook his head. He doubted anyone got transferred to a new foster home faster.
As for Mr. Nice-Guy Quarterback--not even his daddy could keep that boy from finding Myles at his new house. And the next one, too. He's probably still taking someone's dick, somewhere. Some fuckers, they're just born to it and don't know until a big-dicked brotha comes along. Myles finally got his new foster family to put a restraining order on that little cocksucker, just because he thought it would be funny to make it public and play the victim, and besides, he wasn't a one-pussy man.
A point which brought him back to the present moment. Myles pulled out his phone and texted Kyle, the white lawyer daddy who had pleased him and Jayden and Damian and all the rest so good the other day.
Im waiting baby hurry up
He was in no real hurry, but it was fun ordering a rich, hot fucker like Kyle around. Coaxing him out of his respectable life into being a white-boy wife. Fuck, but he loved bouncing on dick, and yet Myles knew that he'd FREAK, seeing Myles here, right in his own back yard. White boys, they like to keep it all--what was the word? Compartamented? Something like that.
Shoving his phone back in his pocket, Myles caught the eye of busty cheerleader looking at him curiously. He knew he cut a good image: tall, lanky, broad shoulders, skinny-hipped, a thin bit of beard and mustache teasing his jaw, an earring in each ear, and a brand new fade from the barber. He gave her a wink and blew a kiss. She blushed, looked away, and sneaked another look.
Aw, yeah. If he had time! If he only had time. He'd enjoy fathering a new brat.
Soon he saw a nervous Kyle, trim, decent, and very much the successful suburban dad, come rushing his way, looking around himself anxiously. Myles grinned. He needed to put that fucker at ease.
He waved both hands in the air. "YO, KENNY!" he shouted.
Several people glanced their way, and Myles enjoyed watching it make Kyle even more tense.
Nervous white ass was vulnerable white ass.
Myles felt his dick twitch. He hadn't come looking to fuck, but...
Kyle sidled up close to Myles, red-faced and adorable.
"SHH! Be QUIET! Why are you HERE?"
He didn't whisper; he hissed. He wore a sweatshirt sporting the mascot for his son's team, jeans that hugged his butt, and a tight, knit cap. His cheeks were rosy-pink from both embarrassment and the chill, November air, and a handsome 5 o'clock shadow spread across his strong jaw. Myles undressed him with his eyes, recalling a few choice moments in Kyle's sexual history.
"Told ya, baby." Myles very casually laid a hand on Kyle's ass. "I needed a favor."
"MY GOD!" Kyle swatted the young man's hand away. "Don't touch my butt! We're in PUBLIC!" He was still hissing. "And my KID'S out there on the field, my WIFE, my FAMILY--what do you WANT?"
