Push: Chapter Three

Nicky Noxville

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I was sitting on the bench next to my locker after wrestling practice, still wearing my singlet. I couldn’t stop wondering if Jonas’s friend, Jackson’s brother, had told Jackson about me. I heard Jackson’s voice echoing from the showers where most of the team was currently washing up, and my cock throbbed in response.

It was relatively normal for guys to get hard while wrestling, but being so close to Jackson throughout practice had kept me hard for most of practice. My partner had noticed and was giving me funny looks when we were walking into the locker room.

I knew that I needed to take a shower, and I didn’t know if was hoping that Jackson did know about me, or that he didn’t. If he did was Jonas’s friend had said, there would be no going back. The entire Senior team would witness my shame. Word would spread, and everyone would know what a slut for black cock I was.

I shook my head and tried to push those thoughts away. I needed to get rid of my erection so that I could shower. I started running my mind over the most depressing and disgusting things I could think of, and slowly my erection deflated. Once I was passable, I stripped off my singlet and grabbed my towel. I hung it on a hook just outside the arched entry to the large group showers. I picked a spot in the back, where I’d be as out of the way as it was possible to be, and made a beeline toward it. I was doing so good, and was halfway across the shower when I accidentally looked up at Jackson.

Time slowed down.

He was standing sideways, his hands raised to shield his eyes from the hot water that was raining down on him. I knew his body well enough from seeing him in singlets. I was used to his physique. I was used to the bubbles of his ass and the way his impressive wedgies were an ongoing joke.

What I wasn’t used to was seeing his penis in profile.

Drops of water drifted slowly from the shower head, and steam swirled through the droplets and rose from Jackson’s beautiful skin. I focused on his penis, how the thick tube of uncircumcised flesh dangled between his legs, draped over his heavy balls.

It was beautiful.

Time returned to normal, and I realized that I was well on my way back to a painfully hard erection. I pulled my eyes away from Jackson before he could notice me staring and rushed to the spot I’d chosen before my growing erection went completely out of control. I tried to make it go down again, but it wouldn’t work; Jackson’s penis was right over there. If I turned around I would be able to see it again, though I’d also be letting everyone else see that I had an erection. I faced the wall and focused on washing up.

Don’t think about Jackson’s penis.

Don’t think about him knowing that you want him to fuck you.

Don’t cum, not here in front of everyone!

I turned the water to cold, but I was already shivering before the temperature dropped. The cold did the trick and pulled me back from the edge, though my erection continued to throb. I’d never live it down if I just started jizzing in the showers!

“Hey, Ewan,” I heard Jackson’s voice from right behind me, and I gasped. If he’d come a few seconds earlier, that might have made me cum. As it was, my cock jerked and bounced between my legs, precum leaking out to be immediately washed down the drain by the cold water. My hands flew down to cover my hard-on, and I spun around to face him, struggling to keep my eyes on his face, and fully aware that his penis was right there, if I just looked down…

Don’t think about his penis!

“Uhhn, hi,” I said, struggling to hold in a moan as my dick jerked around behind my hands, sending bursts of pleasure radiating through my body. He looked down and grinned, his eyes right on my hands.

“Been thinking about me, huh?” He asked wickedly, and I was acutely aware of the silence that had fallen in the shower as everyone watched and listened.

“Fuck,” I said breathily. He knew, this was about to happen. Now that the path had been set, I realized that I didn’t care that everyone was watching; I wanted this to happen. My eyes fell, it was beyond my control, and I found myself staring at Jackson’s penis as it started slowly expanding right before my eyes. Jonas laughed.

“Yeah, Eli told me about you. Why didn’t you tell me that you’re a Jack of Spades? We could have been having lots of fun,” he said casually.

Eli. Jonas’s friend was Eli. It was Eli’s cum I’d gotten to swallow last night!

Eli’s cum was delicious!

“What’s a Jack of Spades?” Sheldon asked, breaking into our conversation, and a bunch of other guys jumped in, not knowing what it meant either.

“He’s a slut for black dick,” Jackson said, outing me to the entire team. Laughter broke out, and my dick throbbed so violently that I had to jerk my hands away in order to avoid cumming into them.

The laughter intensified as my teammates watched my dick bounce as I stared at Jackson’s penis.

“That right, Ewan?” Sheldon spoke up again. “Are you a slut for black dick?” He was barely containing his laughter.

“Unnnnnnn,” I groaned in defeat, and I sank to my knees right there in front of Jackson. More laughter rang out.

“Holy fuck.”

“It’s true!”

“He’s a slut for black cock!”

“What a fucking faggot.”

“Look at his little dick bounce.”

“We both know what’s about to happen, but you can slick it up if you want,” he said to me, spreading his legs a little wider. At this point, his erection was at full mast. It was massive, heavy, and all I could think about was that he was about to put that thing up my butt.

I moaned and leaned in, taking his cock into my mouth, putting lots of spit into it. Jackson leaned over me and turned off the cold water as I slobbered all over his massive penis.

His beautiful penis.

His delicious penis.

Jackson’s gonna fuck me!

“Holy fuck, I can’t believe Ewan is doing this!”

“I never knew he was such a faggot.”

“A Jack of Spades.”

Jackson let me slobber on his dick for a few minutes, and then grabbed me by the hair, pulling me off his dick with a wet slorpping sound.

“Crawl into the middle, slut. Give everyone a good view,” Jackson ordered, and I obeyed, positioning myself on all fours in the middle of the showers, and arching my back as I waited for my first fuck.

Jackson’s gonna fuck me!

“What do you want?” He asked me.

“Fuck, Jackson, please fuck me! Ohhhh, fuuuck meeeeee!” I wiggled my ass back at him, and I let my front end sink down until my cheek was resting on the wet tiles, and my arms were spread helplessly above my head.

“Faggot really wants it,” someone said with awe in his voice, but I couldn’t tell who anymore.

“Shit, now I wish I was black.”

Something wet made contact with my asshole, and I gasped. It was Jackson’s penis, he was about to start. He rubbed the head around my hole for a few moments, spreading my own saliva around to guarantee himself a smooth entry.

“Ready to get fucked?” Jackson asked, his chest resting across my back, his dick a roll of the hips away from being stuffed up my butt.

In front of everyone!

For some reason, the idea of everyone watching, everyone knowing, just made me even hornier.

“Yessssss,” I hissed. “Fuck meeeeee!” I ended with a whine as Jackson’s dick started to squish into me

“Holy shit! It’s going right in!” Someone commented. It didn’t matter who was speaking anymore. All that mattered was Jackson’s beautiful penis.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmm,” I moaned in pleasure as I surrendered my ass to Jackson. It was better than I had ever imagined. On and on his dick went, filling me completely, almost too much, and then his pelvis met my ass and his balls slapped heavily against me. “Yessssssss,” I hissed again, water on the floor bubbling at the corner of my lips. I was staring blindly forward, aware of legs and feet all around as the team watched Jackson turn me out on the shower floor.

Black cock feels so good! Better than I’d been imagining!

And Jackson just stayed there, stuffed into me, and waited. After a few seconds, I couldn’t help myself and started to roll my hips and wiggle my ass on his dick, trying to fuck myself on it, but he wouldn’t let me.

He waited.

“Please! Please, Jackson, fuck me! Fuck me! I need it, fuck fuck fuck meeeee!” He laughed as I begged, and then he rocked his hips back, pulling his dick about halfway out before slamming his hips forward to slap against me again.

He pulled out farther and slammed home again.

And again.

And again.

Until he was violently deep dicking me, pulling out until the head of his cock was being clutched my by wanton ass and slamming all the way in again, swinging his nuts against my ass with a heavy slap.

We were fucking. I was rocking my hips into it, taking delight each time my ass would relax to let him squish into me, and then tighten, trying to hold onto it as he slipped out to the head.

“Tell us what you are,” he panted as he fucked me faster and faster, our pants and groans echoing through the now silent shower.

“I’m a faggot! I’m a slut for black cock! I’m a jack of spades! Awww, fuck, I love it!” I cried out eagerly as he violently pounded my ass. I could feel his dick starting to swell even more, and his balls were slapping me higher and higher up with each thrust, so I knew he was about to cum.

I ate Eli’s cum last night, and now Jackson is going to cum in my ass!

It was more than I could have dreamed.

“Here you go, faggot,” He cried out as he buried his dick as deep in my guts as it could go and started pumping his cum throughout my insides.

“Guuuuuhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhnnnnnnngggggggggg!” I squealed as my own cock exploded, the feeling of Jackson ejaculating so deep inside me sending me over the edge.

The laughter was deafening, but I didn’t care. All I could do was whine and squeal and cum.

I groaned in disappointment when Jackson finally pulled his cock free, and I collapsed onto the shower floor, twitching as aftershock orgasms quaked through me.

Chatting about what they’d just seen, and who all they were going to tell about it, my teammates all left, including Jackson.

I came back to my senses a little while later, the locker room completely silent. I mustered my strength and gathered myself, pushing myself up onto wobbling limbs. I couldn’t get to my feet, so I just crawled out of the shower, reaching up to tug down my towel as I passed it and draping it over my back as I crawled over the cold tiles toward my locker. I managed to pull myself up onto the bench and into a seated position. I reached into my locker and fumbled around for my phone so that I could check the time.

I had a message from Jackson.

Jackson: Hey bitch, thought you might like a copy of this. You’re going to be a very busy Jack of Spades soon.

Along with the message was a video.

Of me.

Of Jackson.

Of everyone watching.

Someone had recorded the fuck!

I moaned and reached down to start stroking myself again, watching myself take my first black dick. It looked obscene, squishing in and out of me at a violent pace, Jackson’s nuts slapping my ass again and again as his massive dick bottomed out deep inside me.

I knew that the video would spread. Something that humiliating, that exposing, was guaranteed to spread like wildfire. Soon, everyone would know what I was, including all the black guys in the senior class.

Word might even spread around town, I found myself hoping, picturing black guys everywhere stuffing their dicks into me, like Jackson had.

My hole throbbed, already eager for another pounding.

“What are you doing here?” A voice echoed through the locker room like thunder. I spun around on the bench to face whoever was speaking. A large, muscular black man in a custodians’ uniform was towering over me, his arms crossed. I looked up at his face, and he looked down at my erection, a sneer spreading across his cheeks.

Outside of my control, my eyes fell to his crotch. It was right in front of me, at eye level, and I could see his cock starting to swell beneath the blue fabric.

“I… Uhhhh,” I practically moaned. “I…. Ohhhh, wow…” I babbled, staring right at his crotch, making it clear to this man that I was a faggot, and that I wanted his dick.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

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