This is the 10th in a series. "Samantha" was the 3rd chapter and "Donnie" was the 4th. I regret that my inconsistent use of titles prevents Lit from properly displaying the series.
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Friday night's events profoundly changed the way I felt about Jake. He'd lured me out for what I thought would be a normal date but then turned me out to a friend of his - sold me for sex - for $50. I doubt Jake even needed the money. It was all about controlling me.
We'd started as two young men enjoying almost-mutual sex and as the months went by Jake had taken me in darker and darker directions. He'd basically invited his cousins to abuse me on Christmas vacation, and there was no telling what would follow my recent prostitution debut with Marlow.
I had no idea how lucky I was, compared to my mother. She and Jake had kept it a secret from me, but her noble effort to help her son avoid Jake's worst predations had gone badly awry. Her video, instead of liberating me from Jake's clutches, more deeply ensnared her in his.
Like me, Mom turned out to be unable to control her own lustful urges. Jake ordered her around like hired help, fucked any hole he wanted, and left her a cum-covered wreck after each marathon sex encounter. Once in a room with him, she was absolutely unable to deny him any sexual relief he sought, and she willingly endured, even enjoyed, any degradation he imagined.
But Jake's ultimate fuck of my mother was the mind-fuck he laid on her Friday night. He got her to treat his arrival to fetch me like a beau dating her daughter. He told her that he would introduce me to another man. He compelled her to accept that he would turn me out to that other guy for money. Finally, he surprised her by insultingly splitting the money as if she was my pimp. Of course, it wasn't my mother who made me a prostitute, it was Jake.
My poor Dad was oblivious. Mom led their marriage in and out of their bedroom, and she manipulated him with hand jobs and cross-dressing. He had no idea what kinds of sexual craziness his wife and son engaged in, and of course, I knew nothing about the Jake and Mom angle.
That I only now began to distrust Jake distinguished me from Mom. She'd never liked him and has always loathed the idea of him directing her sex life. But I was a young man with now shattered illusions. I'd come to consider Jake my best friend. I thought our sex, one-sided as it was, was an expression of a kinky kind of love. Jake loved having his cock in my mouth, and I loved having it there. I thought we were pleasing each other. I was too cum-drunk to see that Jake held me in contempt.
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Monday at school Jake was distant, but his friend Marlow was all over me. He accompanied me to my locker between classes and sat with me at lunch. This was a fairly remarkable thing to do. All of us seniors sat on one side of the cafeteria; there was even a banner high on the wall naming it "Senior Side." It had hung there for years, acknowledging the tradition.
Marlow and I had both turned 18 years old during the summer we were "rising seniors", but we had nothing else in common. He was a bit of an almost-jock, playing on the IM basketball team and the JV baseball squad. I was a bookish nerd who played video games. He had a crowd of brothers and sisters, but I was an only child. But the elephant in the room was that he is African-American and I am white as a ghost.
In school social groups, this matters. The black guys and the white guys never sat together at lunch. Never, not even the teammates from various sports. The most segregated place in our town was the school lunchroom at mealtime.
Until Marlow asked me to sit with him Monday. I was nervous about this because we barely knew each other. Well, I mean except for the part where he fucked my ass Friday night. So I guess we knew each other. But still, we were strangers. Given our recent sexual activity, I saw no way to decline his invitation, even though it was outlandish and quite unheard of. I sat down nervously.
All around us others sat in their normal groups. There were several tables with six or eight white guys, and others with black guys. Nobody else joined us. We were the center of attention, salt and pepper at a table by ourselves. I never felt more conspicuous.
But we somehow did manage a decent conversation. Marlow was pretty good at drawing me out and getting me to discuss things that were different for us. What was it like to be an only child, how did I like the place we lived before we moved here. He was also ready to speak about himself, and I found his stories of sibling rivalry funny and sometimes even sad. The lunch period passed quickly, and when we split he offered me a ride home in his car.
When we got to my house he noticed that we had a basketball hoop over the garage. He jokingly accused me of only pretending to be disinterested in sports, and I told him the hoop had come with the house. He offered to show me a few shots and he pretended to play a little one-on-one with me, laughing in a nice way at my clumsy efforts. I was actually having a good time when we went in for iced tea.
My new friend mugged at pretending to whiff his pits and declared that he needed a shower. Could he jump in ours? He had a change of clothes in his gym bag. I won't bore you with all the chess moves, but they involved asking me to come in with some soap, and then a clean towel, and "Oh, by the way, you don't smell so great either," and climb in, we both saw naked dudes in the school gym, didn't we?
I was soon in the shower with the hot athletic guy who reamed my ass less than 72 hours before. The more I washed his cock, the more cock there was to wash.
There was no time for towels when he led me, dripping wet, into my bedroom and into my bed. Marlow was a forceful and strangely romantic top, and he drove me berserk chewing my nipples and pulling on my scrotum. I did my very best to give him a top-notch blowjob, but the man's cock was twice as long as my mouth is deep. I ended up mostly nibbling and nursing on the head of that black weapon of his.
He reached around and squeezed my ass cheeks. I finally denied him something when I moaned "Please don't. You're too big for me and I still hurt from Friday."
Domineering as he undoubtedly was, he quickly flipped around and said "Don't worry, baby girl. We'll wait. You'll be ready again." Then he plunged his mouth against my ass and began that tender anal licking that made my own little dick so hard. My sphincter was still very inflamed and really tender, but Marlow made it feel so sweet and sexy. He called it my pussy and promised to take good care of it. He reached around and masturbated me to a climax, then lay back and allowed me to suck his stiff penis for another 10 minutes.
"Here it comes, Donna. Get ready to swallow your dinner."
I did. Within 15 minutes he was dressed and gone, and I was still trying to figure out what whirlwind had turned my Monday on its head.
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