Black Fire by Shane Allison

Author:Shane Allison [edited by Shane Allison (editor)]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books, Inc.
Published: 2011-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

His Jock Slave

Bearmuffin

I just had to steal Damone Jackson’s jock strap!

Tipping the scales at a brawny one hundred seventy pounds, the six-foot, eighteen-year-old Damone was the hottest stud on our high school wrestling team. And he was the only black stud on campus. He had a clean-shaven head and heavy-browed soulful brown eyes. A powerful jaw, square cheekbones, and full lips accentuated his ruggedly handsome face. I was dazzled by the sight of his masculine ebony beauty, by his smooth and satiny cocoa-hued skin. His legs and butt were so muscular. His wide chest, ditch-deep abs, and meaty biceps left me breathless. He was so fuckin’ hot he made my balls throb. Fuck! How I wanted to hug and kiss him and stick my tongue into every orifice of his body!

So many times I’d dreamed of wrestling him. Unfortunately, we weren’t in the same gym class. Gym was my last class of the day. Damone had it first period. Naturally, I was far too timid to express my interest in him. I knew he would only repel my advances. So I had to content myself with watching him pump iron in the weight room. He was there every day after school. I watched him, entranced at the feline symmetry of the erotic play of his muscles. I marveled at the beautiful catlike elasticity of his movements. I was so totally in love with him. It was like a fever madness. And I dreamed that one day I would be his lover. So I’d linger and wait for him to take a shower. Then I’d watch.

It was sheer agony. The minutes passed like hours as he’d slowly and lovingly soap up his body. First he’d lather his thick muscles, running the soap into his hairy armpits, up over his chest, and then glide down over his abs until he reached his groin. Then he’d soap up his balls and cock. He’d always stroke his cock a few times until it was hard as rock.

Silently, I’d watch Damone begin to masturbate, his beautiful body and his head flung back. His hot fist flying over his shaft as he moaned and groaned until he eventually ejaculated a huge load that spattered against the tiled wall and dribbled down to circle around and disappear down the drain. My heart palpitating with lust, I’d stick out my tongue, imagining those precious drops of semen on it, wondering how his jizz would taste, how hot his load would feel shooting down my throat.

Then he’d start washing his bubble butt. I wanted to be a bar of soap so I could run all over his body and enter places I could only dream of. I just about died when Damone bent over to wash his feet. His ass crack would yawn open. His sphincter looked like two brown lips just begging to be kissed.

Each day Damone would repeat his shower ritual, and every night I jacked off dreaming about him. It got so I couldn’t stand it anymore.

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