Push: Chapter Five

Nicky Noxville

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I sat at my computer, masturbating and huffing poppers, as usual, but this time I wasn’t watching Jack of Spades training videos. No, I was watching Jackson fuck me. I moaned and slowed down, getting a little too close to cumming. I didn’t want to cum, yet. It was feeling too good to just let it end that quickly.

No way; I need to watch this more than just once.

I brought the poppers back up to my nose and huffed as Jackson told me to crawl to the middle of the locker room showers so that everyone would be able to see him fuck me.

I huffed again as I watched myself beg him to fuck me.

I huffed a third time as I watched Jackson’s penis squish into my tight hole.

It’s not tight anymore.

I carefully screwed the cap back onto the little amber bottle and set it down as I relaxed, watched, masturbated, and drooled. I knew that Jackson had brutally fucked me, but seeing it happen was a different matter.

“I’m a faggot!” I cried out in the video.

“I’m a faggot!” I screamed in my room, letting go of my dick to keep from going over the edge. I gave myself a few seconds to recover, and then started jacking off again, watching Jackson bottomed out and pumped my guts full of black cum. I watched Jackson pull his dick free, blushing at my groans of disappointment. I heard the guys talking about how they were going to tell everyone about me, tell everyone that I’m a slut for black cock.

“I’m a slut for black cock!” I cried out, letting go again, right as the video went black. I started to reach for the mouse, to restart it, and froze when I heard a voice behind me.

“Damn, dude, you’re such a fucking slut.” Jonas! I spun around in my desk chair to face him, my erection still lewdly swollen and bobbing between my thighs. “Shiiiiit, faggot, you’re making me wish I was black.”

“Jonas…” I protested the idea of blowing my own stepbrother. At the same time, imagining having a black stepbrother to be a slut for had my dick bouncing and leaking. My eyes settled on his crotch, noticing the growing bulge beneath the pale denim of his jeans.

“Naw, close your eyes, faggot,” he ordered, his hands moving down to the zipper on his jeans.

“Jonas!” I squeaked.

“Do it!” He ordered, and I did. Then there was silence. I could actually hear the clock ticking in the background.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Jonas said softly. “Now think about your janitor and take a deep breath.” I obeyed, filling my lungs through my nose, and then let it out in a moan before sniffing it in again.

I smelled penis.

At the same time, I was imagining the custodian that had fucked me and how hot that had been. I was huffing, and then something touched my lips. No, not something; a penis! It was so easy to imagine the custodian standing over me, or Jackson, or Jackson’s big brother… I opened my mouth without thinking, and then that penis I’d been sniffing slid between my lips.

It moved slowly, inching its way inside. My eyes rolled up beneath my eyelids as I allowed my lips and tongue to slowly explore the penis, creating a picture in my head of the hard dick I’d never actually seen.

It was getting a bit thicker as I went along, making me stretch open my jaw more, but I had no idea how long it was.

On and on it came, my tongue following thick veins that throbbed with his heartbeat.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Black.

Cock.

Black.

Cock.

Black—

Coarse pubic hairs tickled my face before a pelvis pressed them flat against my face. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care—it was all the way inside me. I could see the big, beautiful black cock in my head, clear as day.

My own lips and tongue couldn’t lie to me!

It started to move back out, slowly.

I could breathe again!

I gasped in a few quick breaths as it withdrew, letting my tongue slide across it, feeling it from every angle.

I’m a slut for black cock!

My lips were cradling the head, and I tightened them to keep it from popping out of my mouth. I could taste the precum that was leaking onto my tongue, and it was delicious.

It started to slide in again, faster this time, all the way in a single, smooth motion. I moaned until it went deep enough to block my airway.

Then it reversed direction, bulling out even faster until the ridge of the head bumped the inside of my lips. I swirled my tongue over the head once, twice, and then it thrust in again.

Hands gripped my head, and I relaxed with a cross between a moan and a purr. He started to fuck my face, altering his pace to keep me off balance. He would thrust in and out rapidly and then withdraw slowly before going back to quick thrusts, and then he would work in a slow thrust in a minute later or change his pace entirely.

It was heaven!

Other than my slurps and moans, and his panting, the only sound was the now thunderous ticks of the clock.

Black.

Cock.

Black.

Cock.

Wait… When did I get a clock?

I shoved that thought aside and kept my focus on being a good hole for him to fuck. I didn’t need to think; I needed black cock!

Then I felt his grip on my head tighten.

Then I felt his cock swell even more.

Then I felt it start jerking in my mouth as it pumped cum directly down my unresisting throat. The cock pulled out and I felt cum running across my tongue and then splashes falling across my face. My eyes started to open and then I gasped, staring up at my stepbrother as he shot the last of his load onto my face.

“Ohhhhhhgggoddddddddd,” I groaned, “Jonas!” How had I let him do that? How had I let him trick me into thinking about black cock and sucking his?

I liked it!

Not as much as black cock, but I liked it none the less.

“It’s me, faggot. Did you forget?” He taunted me.

“Yes,” I confessed anyway.

“I thought you might, once you got to thinkin’ about black dicks.” A wicked smile spread across his face. “You liked it, didn’t you, suckin’ my dick?”

“Ohhh, fuck, I liked it!” I agreed, and he burst out laughing. “But you’re not black!”

“You might be a slut for black cock, but you’re still a faggot,” he consoled me.

“Yeah,” I agreed softly. “I’m a faggot.”

“Well.” I heard an unexpected voice say from my doorway. “That was something, all right.” I looked over to see a black man Jonas’s age standing in the doorway, grinning at me. You know, your brother was right. That wouldn’t have worked on you unless you were a slut for black cock. Want some of the real thing?” He asked, reaching down to grope his bulge. My eyes followed the movement and got stuck on his crotch, watching the bulge start to grow.

“Yes, Sir!” I said worshipfully.

“Oh, ‘Sir” is it?” He chuckled. “You’re that far gone?”

“I… Uh, I think so, Sir,” I answered.

“I know that, faggot, you weren’t really supposed to answer.” He unfastened his pants and shoved them down, and a massive, black cock sprang up to slap against his t-shirt, leaving a splash of precum on his shirt well above his bellybutton. “Why don’t you crawl over here and plug that stupid mouth of yours?”

There was never any question. I was powerless to resist black cock; powerless to obey. Everyone in the room knew it, so there was no point pretending. I fell to the floor from my desk chair and started crawling toward that beautiful, black cock.

“Jesus, what a faggot,” Jonas commented.

“You just swallowed your brother’s nut, faggot, and you got more of it drippin’ down your face,” the black man spoke.

“There’s no such thing as too much cock for you,” Jonas continued.

“Desperate little Jack of Spades.”

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I reached him and knelt before him, opening my mouth to take his cock. He grasped it by the base, and then slapped me across the face with a meaty thump.

I was so shocked by what he’d done that I was moaning before I’d fully figured out what happened, and then he slapped me across the other cheek.

Something inside me snapped.

I panted, and vocalized, and my vision blurred, his cock the only thing in focus.

Black.

Veiny.

Throbbing.

My cheeks still stung from the slaps that dick had delivered.

I wanted it in me!

“Take a whiff,” he said, holding his cock up and offering his nuts to me. I groaned and leaned in, pressing my face into his scrotum and sniffing.

I almost came.

I kept huffing, taking in as much of his musk as I could get. I lost track of time, rubbing my face against his nuts, huffing, and licking. My face was dripping with saliva after a while, but I didn’t care because it just carried more of his scent down my face and body.

Fingers tangled in my hair and jerked my head back. He aimed his cock at my mouth with his other hand, and then pulled me rapidly toward it. I gasped and struggled to open my mouth as quickly as possible, and his cock slid into me.

Real black cock is way better than Jonas’s!

I opened myself to him and closed my eyes, content to let him use me however he wanted, and for as long as he wanted. I could hear Jonas laughing and making comments in the background, but that didn’t matter.

Only black cock mattered.

Without warning, the man began pumping my mouth full of his cum. My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned and swallowed.

“Yeah, can’t get enough black cum, can you? Oh, fuck, yeah, swallow it all!” He said as he kept cumming. I was nursing the head of his cock for a while before he finally pushed me back. I fell onto my ass and looked up at him. He was looking down at the floor where I’d been kneeling. My eyes followed his gaze down and settled on a pool of cum.

My cum.

I came from sucking his cock and didn’t even realize it!

“Damn, dude!” Jonas mocked me, laughter in his voice.

“Shit, faggot, that was a good blowjob. Don’t you worry, I can get you more black cum. I’m going to tell my cousins about you. How does that sound?”

“Awww, yeah, tell them!” I squealed.

“Yeah, you want more black cock, don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes! I want more black cock!” I panted. “I’m a slut for black cock!”

“Okay. I’ll tell my cousins about you. What about my uncle. Should I tell him, too? You don’t have to tell him that his sons are fucking you, too, and you don’t need to tell them that their cum is mixing with their dad’s inside your ass.”

I melted into the floor and started masturbating again as he spoke, frantically fisting my erection.

“Yeah, that’s hot, isn’t it? And what if they found out? Do you think they’d fuck you together, father and sons, bonding inside your asshole?

“Ohhh, fuuuuck, tell your uncle, too!” I begged.

“Okay, faggot, since you asked so politely.”

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