When I got back in the house and handed the boys the beer, they told me they were cheering because Darius convinced me to let them drink. I was grateful he didn't tell them how he convinced me and he gave me a knowing glance as if to say your welcome for not outing you. The rest of the night was kind of a blur of me staying in the living room avoiding being where Darius was. Even then every time my dick would start to go down a little, I'd hear his voice from the other room and be right back to square one. Finally, they finished their homework and were saying goodbyes. Darius ran upstairs to use the restroom and as he was coming back, I came out to say goodbye as well. Watching him walk down the steps somehow the bulge in his pants seemed to have grown even bigger. I kept trying to look away while simultaneously trying to hide my now pulsing cock. Darius got to the bottom bent down right in front of me to grab his backpack. My mouth watered staring at his perfect bubble butt wishing my mouth were under it right now. He swiftly got up and turned to hand me his paper.
"You don't mind if I GIVE it to you now, do ya Mr. L?"
"Of course not Da-Darius, i-in fact I can take all three of yours." Saying that trying to remind myself that my boys were there and I needed to regain control. This young man knew what he was doing though. Saying things in exactly the right way to keep me hanging on his every word. The sheer confidence in the innuendo had me fumbling over my words hoping the boys wouldn't notice anything strange. After he finally left I excused myself from the boys to call it a night. Practically racing to my bedroom I was finally going to get my full relief. I threw the papers on my desk and as I was disrobing again I saw the title of Darius' paper "The Evolution of the white man". Fuck, that title alone got another drop of precum drooling out of my cock. This was clearly not going to be an appropriate paper for school. Edging my cock in one hand, I grabbed the paper and started reading it was more of a letter to me than an essay.
"Hey Mr. L I'm just writing something so that Jameson and Troy don't suspect anything sitting across from me. I think we both know this is an A+ paper, because the evolution of the white man, namely you, is to serve the black man, namely me. If you need more proof than your dripping clit in the garage earlier then I suggest you check under your pillow and try to resist any perverted faggot thoughts you have. PS I expect them back tomorrow clean."
It seems like he did more than use the restroom up here but what did he mean by that last line. I ran to my bed and reached under my pillow to pull out a pair of boxers that appeared to have a few lingering drips of piss in what I could only describe as a small ocean of cum on the front. Without thinking or hesitating I immediately started to lap up the thick liquid before it fully absorbed into the material. Was he right was I a faggot. The aroma from his load got my mind higher than any drug ever had. Each lap of my tongue pulled back a flavor into my mouth that was heavenly.
This must've been what the Greeks called ambrosia, feeling it slide across my tongue and down my eager throat I felt more powerful. I craved more and more of it, when I had gotten as much as I could I stuffed the boxers into my mouth to suck out what had been absorbed into the fabric. I was furiously beating off my cock or was it my clit. My mind bouncing between what I'd always called it and what he labeled it as. Picturing mine against the black cocks I'd seen online earlier I knew he was right.
Accepting it was a clit in my brain got me even hornier, with muffled moans of his name coming out of me. Finally, as I began to only taste cotton and my own saliva shot the biggest load I think I've ever produced into my hand. As I looked at it in my hand I could tell it was not the same as Darius'. It was about a quarter of the amount and much thinner. It also didn't have the same aroma wafting off of it begging me to imbibe. I pulled the now "clean" boxers out of my mouth and lifted my hand to taste my own juice and gagged at the horrible taste. What was wrong with me? Maybe I wasn't a faggot like he said, was it just that Darius' had a hold on me? I clearly wasn't interested in all things gay. My mind reeling with what all this meant as I cleaned up and fell asleep, hoping to wake up and have this been a dream all along.
I woke up the next morning cuddling Darius' boxers and my ever-hard cock.. clit was back. Fuck, it clearly wasn't a dream. I had to get ready for another day of work. After getting dressed I carefully folded the boxers and slid them into my pocket like a love note I wanted near me at all times. The boys and I had breakfast and went to school. Darius was alone in my class room as I got in to start the day. Nervously, I started unpacking my bag and prepping for my first class as he slowly walked toward my desk.
