My life continued to be a wonderful kind of routine. Most every day, either Zach or Ron gave me a ride to school in the morning. We stopped behind the strip mall so I could give him a quick blow job.
On Wednesdays with no soccer practice, I went to Mr. Clark's house after school to "help with his novel" which was actually a fuckfest. Often Mr. Black would show up to join in and a couple of times, Billy also stopped by.
Zach and I would get together whenever we could find a place to play. Usually, it was once a week when we could have some naked time together. We also double-dated with the girls a few times, always lots of good naked fun.
Mr. Janus used me in his office once a week, usually just a quick blow job but a couple of times he did fuck me. I also saw Mr. Coleman in his janitor's office at least once a week to give him a blow job.
Things were going just too well. Then one day at lunch, a bomb dropped on me. I was sitting with the girls waiting for Zach to show up. We had to plan our next double date.
Zach walked up with a long look on his face and sat beside Sara. Looking at him, I knew something was wrong and asked him.
He explained his father had gotten a big promotion at work and they would be moving to Dallas. Shocked, I asked when and he told me it would be that weekend, his father had already left and they would join him. His weekend was to be spent packing for the move.
I couldn't believe it, what was I going to do? I felt crushed and looking at Sara, I could see she was upset too. Zach said he had just come from Coach Ramirez's office and told him.
My afternoon was a fog. I still had trouble believing what Zach had said. I was hurt that this person I cared so much about was leaving my life. Soccer practice was strange with another player in goal. We had lost our best player and it showed.
I wandered home, feeling pretty numb. I just lay on my bed still in my school clothes, just staring at the ceiling. When my parents came home, they got me to come down for dinner, which I hardly ate. They knew I was upset that Zach, my best friend, was leaving.
After dinner, I asked if I could borrow my mother's car and go for a ride. As I was just driving around aimlessly, I really didn't think about much except Zach leaving. I was in a real fog.
After a while, I found myself knocking on a door, not really knowing how I got there. When Mr. Coleman opened the door, he gave me a big smile.
"Well, look what just showed up at my door," he said, pulling me into his apartment. I gave him a weak smile.
He pressed me against the door, leaned down, and kissed me. I put my arms around him, needing the comfort of being with someone, and kissed him back.
He pulled my shirt off over my head and unfastened my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down. I kicked off my sandals and stepped out of my jeans, standing naked in front of him.
"Baby," he said, "I am so glad you are here." And he kissed me again, my hand squeezing the hard bulge in his sweatpants. He took me by the hand and led me into the living room.
To my surprise, there were two more black men sitting on the sofa, drinking some beer and watching a ball game on TV. When they turned to see me being led naked by Mr. Coleman, they gave a whistle and had big smiles.
"It looks like someone wants to party," Mr. Coleman said to them, leading me over to the sofa.
Their eyes ran over my body, and one of them said, "Is this the little white slut you were telling us about?"
"Yep," said Mr. Coleman, "This is my boy that loves black dick."
The other guy reached out and squeezed my hard cock and said, "Well, I think he is going to get a lot of black dick tonight."
"We'll have fun at halftime," one of the guys on the sofa said, "Jordan is having a good game."
Mr. Coleman led me across the room to his big easy chair. He dropped his sweatpants and sat down. Without being told, I dropped to my knees between his legs. Resting a hand on each of his thighs, I bent over and took the head of his big cock into my mouth.
Mr. Coleman reached down and pulled my mouth off his cock. "Lick my nuts, boy," he commanded.
I leaned down, with his big cock resting on my forehead, and licked, sucked, and kissed his musky balls. I cleaned the huge nuts with my tongue and lips.
Then he reached down and pulled my face up by my hair. "Now suck," he said.
We were in front of his large picture window and I knew anyone across the courtyard that was looking was getting a good show. A small white boy is being used as a sex toy by this group of large black men.
I took as much of his fat cock in my mouth as I could. I had one hand wrapped around the base, stroking it while my mouth went up and down sucking.
The guys sitting on the sofa weren't watching the game anymore. They were watching me giving Mr. Coleman a blow job while they stroked the front of their sweatpants.
I was sucking up and down on Mr. Colman's cock and noticed the two guys on the sofa were watching me more than the game. I found out from their conversation that their names were Carl and Jerome.
Soon, Mr. Coleman held my head on his cock as he grunted and shot a huge load of cum, which I tried to swallow. I got most of it, but some leaked out the side of my mouth and down his cock.
As Mr. Coleman relaxed and sat back in his chair, I began to lick his cock clean, taking any of the spilled cum.
"Damn," I heard one of the other guys say, "He really does like that black dick."
Standing, the other guy said, "Yeah. I can't wait until halftime. I gotta tap that ass now." And he walked over to me and took my hand, pulled me up, and led me to the bedroom.
The other guy got up and followed us. In the bedroom, they put me on my hands and knees across the bottom of the bed, my ass on one side and my face on the other.
Both of them pulled off their sweatpants and my eyes stared at the two, big black cocks, each about 11 or 12 inches.
