Big Black Cock In The Shower

I was running down the field trying to get away from Carl. We were playing football and Carl was supposed to be covering me. It was the last class of the day and all I wanted to do was go home. I ran as fast as I could to try and get open, but Carl was always on my ass, it looked like he was barely even trying. I don't know why I even try, they never pass me the ball. All they do is tell me to go long and then pass it to someone else, and when I come running back they all say "Hey maybe next time white boy."

I was one of the few white kids at my school. All the rest were black, and didn't seem to like white kids like me. I wasn't very big, only 5'9, 145lbs. Not very muscular either, I was never into sports, I didn't have the body for it. My gym teacher, Mr. Larson, didn't seem to like me either, he would always make me run the farthest at the end of class, or he would make me gather up all the balls when we were done playing football. I also saw him laugh a few times when someone called me white boy, and that happened a lot.

I was still running as fast as I could from Carl but he showed no sign or tiring out, I, on the other hand, was about to drop dead. Tim was the quarterback and I was watching him almost as much as I was watching Carl, I had to be sure if he did throw me the ball, which was probably unlikely, I would catch it, if I didn't, I would never hear the end of it. And then Tim threw it, it was headed right for me, it was like a missle. I got into position and got ready to catch it, then, I felt a hard push, and I fell to the ground. I looked up just in time to see Carl catch the ball, look at me and laugh, and then run for the end zone. I layed there for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath, watching as Carl toar threw everybody, weaving in and out, no one could catch him. Even though Carl was a jerk, he was very athletic, and very cute. He was about 6'4, very muscular, great body, and a great looking smile. I watched still as he ran passed everyone, and then touchdown. I let out a sigh and then fell backwards and looked up at the sky. I wish I could stay here forever. But, I heard Mr. Larson blow the whistle and tell us to go inside and shower. Then I heard him tell me to gather up all the footballs and put them in the storage room next to the gym.

I got up and dusted myself off. I looked down and I saw my semi-hard cock bulging just a little out of my shorts, I must have got it while I was watching Carl. Good thing I'm the only one out here. I walked around gathering up all the footballs. The other boys purposely threw them down the field when Mr. Larson announced that I would be picking them up. It was hot, and I needed a drink, so I hurried up with the balls, and headed inside. It was cool inside, the air conditioning was on and it gave me some much needed refreshment. I went to put the balls in the storage room, but when I got there the door was locked. What the hell now? I thought to myself, could this day get any worse? I stood there looking around for Mr. Larson, where the hell was he, he knows the door is locked and that I need to get in. As I stood infront of the door holding the balls, my classmates came out of the locker room. As they passed me standing by the dorr and they looked at me and laughed, every now and again I would get the odd "Nice one out there white boy." or "Way to catch that ball, I had no idea white boys could play football." I just ignored it as usual.

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I was fed up with waiting so I dropped he balls and headed for the dressing room. As I opened the door I heard Mr. Larson. "Where do you think you're going boy? Pick up these balls and put them in the storage room." I stopped in the middle of the doorway, and turned around. I picked up the balls and Mr. Larson unlocked the door. "I was waiting for like 15 minutes, the door was locked." I said to him.

"I know the door was locked boy, who do you think locked it." He didn't open the door for me, so I had to myself with an armfull of footballs. He is such a jerk, I thought. I finished tossing the balls into the storage room and door closed behind me. I saw Mr. Larson with his bag and he was walking out the door to go home. Atleast I don't have to put up with any more of his shit for today, or anyone else's, class ended 20 minutes ago, mostly likely everyone was gone, and I can take a shower in peace. I walked in the dressing room and to my locker. I heard the showers going so I peaked around the corner and Carl was still in there. I didn't look away just then, I wanted to check out his body, god he was beautiful. I saw him turn and I quickly brought my head around the corner, but not before I saw that huge monster of a cock he had dangling between his legs. Oh my god, I thought to myself, that thing is huge. Oddly enough, I had never seen his cock before, I had seen others, big ones too, much bigger than mine, my cock was probably the smallest in school. But I had never seen any his size, usually I showered over in the corner where I was usually alone. I walked back to my locker and opened it. I took off my shorts, and my boxers, and my shirt last. I took out my soap and towel, and shoved my clothes in the locker, and then headed for the showers.

I walked into the shower room and saw Carl still standing there, watering trickling down his perfect body. He wasn't scrubbing himself, he was just standing there, maybe getting a massage as the water beat on his shoulders. I saw his head turn and he looked at me, I quickly took my eyes off him and looked at the ground. I took the shower third from him, and turned it on. It was cold at first, which made me shake, but then it got increasingly hotter. I looked over at Carl and he was still standing there, his head down, and his hand pressed against the wall holding him up, and that fat cock hanging down, water running down his long smooth shaft then falling off his thick cock head. I quickly turned away so he wouldn't catch me staring at it. I started rubbing soap on my stomache and then chest, to my armpits and down my arm, between my cheeks, and then my balls. I looked over at Carl, and he was watching me as I washed my cock with the soap. I quickly turned away and looked at the drain infront of me.

"You played good out there Chris." Carl said, quietly. I jumped a little and turned my head to him.

"Um, thanks Carl," I said shyly. "But I don't know how good I was out there, no one ever throws me the ball." I tried to let out a laugh at the end but it didn't sound right.

"It's because you're white." He said, now his head was back down looking to the floor. I didn't say anything back to him, and there was an akward silence. Carl intimidated me, he was a lot bigger than I was, in more ways than one, and black men always did intimidate me, no matter how big or strong they were, although Carl was only 16, only a year older than me, he looked like a man.

Carl shut off his shower, but still stood there, he turned his body toward me, forcing his cock into my view. I looked at it and I started to get hard, he made no motion to hide it from me. He walked over next to me, and saw I was getting aroused. "So, you a faggot, huh boy?" he asked. "I knew you were." I looked up into his eyes, but cast them back to the floor when I saw he was looking right back into mine. I still faced the wall and he was standing next to me. He slowly raised his hand and started rubbing my back. His strong hands moving up and down smoothly, but rough in a way. He slowly moved his hands down to my ass, and started squeezing my small, but round cheeks. I looked down at his cock and saw he was growing fast, I saw it pump and straighten a little more every time his heart beat. If it was big when he was soft, it was enourmous now. I turned off the shower and faced him. He put his hand on my hip. "I've never done this before," I managed, in a low whisper. "with a black guy I mean." My cock was fully erect now, pointing out at his, It was almost comical to see my small cock next to his thick black monster.

I reached out and grabbed his throbbing black cock, I couldn't get my hand around it. I felt him throb in my hand, and I slowly started rubbing his long thick shaft, back and forth. "Get on you knees." he said sternly. I did as he said, and got on my knees. His cock pointed straight at me, almost like it sensed I was going to engulf it in my throat, if I could, I could deepthroat, but I never had one this big. "Suck it boy." he demanded. And I grabbed his cock with both hands and started taking in his head. I knew he didn't want me to massage it with my tongue or stroke it up and down, he wanted it in my throat, and I also knew what he was going to do once I got a few inches of him inside me, I heard how Black guys treat white boys like me once we are on our knees. He was going to slam it down my throat, and he did just that. I felt his hand on the back of my head, and he grabbed a handfull of hair, and pulled my face into his cock, slamming it down my throat. I gagged as soon as I felt his black member stretch my throat in every direction, but he didn't stop. He poared his cock into me, pounding my weak mouth, I could barely take it, no, I couldn't take it, he was too big, but there was nothing I could do, he was in control of me now. I always heard girls say "When your sucking cock you're in control, because you got them by the balls." But not this time, I didn't want to be in control, I wanted him to use me, use me with his black dick until he was finished. And he used me, used my throat like his own personal punching bag. Pounding his relentless thrust into me, gushing his black cock so it filled my throat. I couldn't breathe, My eyes were watering, and I was about to pass out. And then he took it out of me. I fell down on my side and started coughing. He turned on the shower and let it rain down on me, it was cold, very cold, but I stayed on my side coughing, a little easier now as I got my breath. I looked up at him and he was laughing. "Too big for you huh white bitch?" he asked.

"No, it's just... I... I can take it." I said back to him. I wanted to take it, in every hole he could think of. He shut off the water and told me to get up. I got up and he stood towering over me. I looked at his cock and my saliva dripped slowly off of it. He grabbed my arm and turned me around and shoved me into the wall. He pinned me against the wall and put his mouth to my ear. "I hear you white boys like big black cock in your ass, is that true?" he asked.

"Yes." I replied

"You ever have black cock in you boy?"

"No Carl"

"Who the fuck are you calling Carl, I'm sir to you boy." he demanded.

"I'm sorry sir"

"Now boy, how would you know if you like black dick in your ass, if you have never had one?"

"I... Uh..." I didn't know what to say.

"Answer me white boy!" he yelled, and it echoed off the walls.

I didn't know what to say so I said the first thing that popped into my head "Your cock is so big sir, I'm sure I would love it." He backed away from my ear, but still with his hands on my hips.

"Grab your ankles boy." he demanded. I backed away from the wall and did what he ordered. He moved his hand onto my ass and started squeezing my cheeks, like he was testing for firmness, then he spanked me. I was a little scared to have his black cock inside me, he didn't have any lube, but I remembered that I never washed the soap out of my crack, I'm sure that would make it easier for him. I felt his finger go inside of me, poking my tight hole, making me twitch with pleasure. Then he took it out, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming next. And I felt it, his thick cock head pressing against my hole, wanting to enter me, I would have fallen over from the force he was using but he held me up with his hands tightly holding onto my hips. He thrust it again, and plundged his cock head into me. I let out a soft moan, and then I squeezed my ass tight, and then released the pressure so the rest of him could poar in. And it did, inch after inch, his black cock slid inside me, the soap made it easier for him to guide it in me, but the soap didn't help my hole stretch easier. With every inch he thrust inside me, my hole stretched that much more. Almost to the point where I thought he would tear me, I'm sure he wouldn't have stopped though. But my hole was able to accomodate his massive black cock. Finally every inch was inside me. I looked between my legs and saw his balls dangling under his cock that was submerged inside my ass. I reached up and slowly started to fondle them. I could tell he liked it, he let out soft moans as I played with them. Then he started to slide his massive cock out of me, and it felt like nothing I had felt before. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his thick shaft and the pleasure it gave my hole. His balls slide away from my hand as he pulled out and I could feel his shaft. I tried to grab it but I could only reach with 3 fingers. My middle finger ran along the bottom his his cock, while my other 2 feeling the side of it. Then he thrust hard, and I took my hand off his cock and braced myself on the wall. And now he started fucking. His long powerful thrusts drove deep inside me, fast and hard, pounding my ass as hard as he could. His balls slapped my ass twice sometimes three times a second as his cock probed in and out.

"Do you like this white boy?" he asked, still pounding hard.

"Oh god yes," I said lustfuly, I was no longer myself. Carl brought out the animal urges in me and he was driving me crazy. "Oh god, fuck me with your big black cock, don't ever stop fucking me, oh god yes, fuck me!" I felt him fuck faster and faster, deeper and harder, as deep as my small white ass would let him.

"You're a little fuckin bitch aren't you boy." he shouted.

"Yes sir," I replied. "I'm your white bitch, fuck me with your big black cock, don't stop, your cock is so big and beautiful, please don't stop fucking me!" I was grunting and moaning at the same time now, his black monster was taking control of me, making me say things I would only think about. In the height of passion I would have said or done anything he wanted me to. His black cock probed me as far as it could, pounding me, hard, relentless thrusts, unforgiving power, he was so strong. I reached for my cock, but came as soon as I touched it, gushing cum all over the shower floor, more cum then I had ever came with any of my white boyfriends, he wasn't like them at all.

"Eat it white boy." he demanded. So I rubbed some off the floor and gladly ate my own cum for him. "Good boy." he said after I was done. He didn't miss a beat the whole time. Every thrust was as powerful or even more powerful than the one before, and now he was thrusting as though he wanted to release something. I was ready to take it. "Cum in my ass please sir." I asked "I want it inside me, please master." I slipped "Master" out without even knowing, but that's what he was, my master, and I was his slave, atleast for right now, atleast while his black member was inside of me. I could feel his cock jerk, hard, and he started moaning, loud and louder, and then I felt it, his cum gushing into me like a waterfall, pooring into me, giving me his seed. It felt so warm inside me, I loved having his juice deep in me. He jerked his cock over and over again making sure he squeezed every drop out of it. Then he slowly slid it out of me. I fell over on my side, I barely had the energy to breath. I looked up at him, and he looked back down at me. His cock slowly softening, but still remaining incredibley huge.

"I'll see you in here tomorrow white boy." Then he turned on the shower and left. I sat there, against the wall as the water poured down on me, thinking about the next time Carl would have me in here.

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