A Crack in the Wall by Anonymous

Author:Anonymous
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Olympia Press
Published: 2013-02-26T23:45:38.813000+00:00

Chapter Three

I slept late the next morning. As I lay, about ten o'clock, trying to awaken myself enough to get out of bed, I heard boys' voices in the hall, coming up the stairs.

One voice I recognized as Fred, but the other I couldn't place. I stepped to my door and opened it a crack and peered out. Fred was talking to Jake, the colored boy who looked after the furnace. His father was the handy-man around the neighborhood.

They parted at the top of the stairs and Jake headed for the bathroom. Fred went to his own room. I closed the door softly and went to the peep-hole. Lord what would I ever do without my “crack?” Jake was just locking the door.

Jake took off his clothes and stood in his underwear, The cloth was gleaming white against his coffee-colored skin. A moment later he opened the buttons and the white shorts fell to the floor.

His cock hung down and was bobbing up just a little. It was the largest prick I had yet seen, at least when soft... about six inches long.

He sat down on the toilet and looked about the room. Then he got up and took the mirror off the wall and adjusted it to the floor in front of him, propping it against the bathroom scales that he pulled into position.

Jake sat down again and raised his legs so that his feet were on the toilet seat and his knees spread wide apart. I could see the little wrinkled hole of his ass with a few thin black hairs around it.

With a hand on his testicles, he pulled up on them and I had a clear view of his asshole. I realized then that he had a similar view of himself in the mirror on the floor.

Then he began to strain; a long brown column of excrement began to slide out of the little hole. I was horrified but also fascinated.

The column of shit was about a foot long when the skin around the hole wrinkled and jerked and the column broke off and fell into the bowl with a splash.

Two more columns of shit fell out and the boy wiped the hole carefully and put his legs down. I was excited, my prick already stiff in my hand.

Jake took his cock in his hand and massaged it. It grew stiffer and finally looked as hard as a rock. I was amazed that it had not grown much longer—maybe another inch —but got much bigger around.

He circled his hand around it and still there was some of it exposed. Jake rubbed it eagerly, sitting there almost naked, with just a short T-shirt covering his caramel chest.

The door opened and Fred came in, dressed in his bathrobe, the boy stopped rubbing his cock and looked up with horror in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Fred asked, as he closed the door and carefully locked it.

“I'se not doin' nuthin', sir. You ain't goin' tell on me, is you?” The Negro boy stood up and backed up carefully against the window sill.

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