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Subject: The Boy Who Only Liked Black Cock – Part 2 (Revised) This is a work of fiction and depictions sex between a young boy(s), and older men. All legal disclaimers apply, and if this topic offends you, please leave right away. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in many other areas), or you are in a location where it is not legal to read such material, please leave immediately. Comments? Questions? Want to help? Email me at ail. Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I went to bed that evening frustrated at my failure to communicate with Sheppy on Grindr. I tossed and turned all night, unable to get much sleep, my mind grappling with the idea that Sheppy did in fact like boys, but simultaneously trying to reconcile with the truth that I was “not his type”. The next morning, I awoke after a restless night and headed over to Sheppy’s room. I gave the door a gentle knock. “Hey buddy. You better wake up” I said as I creaked open the door and saw the shirtless boy rustle in his comforter. He turned and rubbed his sleepy eyes, before reaching for his iPhone on the nightstand. “Yeah I know” he replied, as he looked at me with a tired face. After I dropped him off at school, I headed over to the gym to get some work done. The entire morning I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Although it really bothered me that Sheppy had blocked me on Grindr, it still turned me on like crazy that this little boy boy-god was very possibly into men, and maybe even already having sex. Was he gay? Bisexual? Curious? And what was his type? Was he only into boys his own age, perhaps older teenagers, or was he looking for older men? It was hard to know for sure, but I reasoned that I would continue to try to uncover the mystery behind the boy. The thrill of learning more about Sheppy’s sexuality, whether he wanted me to, or not, excited me. After I finished up at the office, I picked up Sheppy after his basketball practice. School normally got out at 2:45, but since Sheppy was on the basketball team, it meant that he had practice for another 2-hours. I parked my car and headed into the gym entrance. Inside, there was a group of parents standing on the sidelines watching the end of practice. The boys, dressed in their cute red mesh practice jerseys were going through a shooting routine. It smelled like intoxicating preteen boy sweat. I stood and watched as the boys one-by-one dribbled up to the three-point line and took shots when the coach blew his whistle. When it was Sheppy’s turn, he confidently dribbled the ball, easily switching hands from his left, to his right, before going through his lean and hairless legs. Once the ball came through the other side of his legs, he rose up, and expertly shoot it through the hoop. A few of the other parents whispered when they saw him. As the practice finished up, the coach had all the players take a knee. I noticed, that as the coach spoke, Sheppy was giggling back-and-forth with two other boys, both of them black. One of them was tall and lean, standing a few inches above the rest of the boys, with dark-as-night skin and a buzz cut with a fresh fade. The other boy was also tall, but more on the thicker side, and had lighter skin with an afro. I could tell that Sheppy really liked being around both of them. About 5-minutes later, the coach finished up his speech and Sheppy gave his two friends fist-bumps, before he came over to greet me. “Hey. Did you have a good practice?” I asked him, smiling. “Yeah. I’m hungry, though. Can we get McDonald’s on the way home?” He asked me. As we drove, I couldn’t help but notice his long perfect legs that were covered by only his blue silk basketball shorts. They left very little up to the imagination. My eyes carefully traced from his green and white Nike Jordan’s, up to his lean ankles and calves, hairless knees, and perfectly narrow smooth thighs. When my eyes reached his groin, I noticed a sizable bulge in his shorts that made my mouth water. At one point he absentmindedly adjusted it, moving his flaccid cock from left to right, and I felt my brain turn to mush as I thought about how amazing it would be to feel it. After we exited the drive through, we headed back to the house with our fast-food and ate while watching TV. There was an NBA game on, which Sheppy was really keen on watching. The Bucks were facing the 76’ers, and it was apparently a pretty important game for playoff positioning. Sheppy watched with child-like joy. Whenever a big play occurred, and he would lightly bounce in his seat with a giant toothy smile on his cute face. Once the game was finished, Sheppy went to his room to take a shower and do his homework. While he did so, I opened Grindr again, this time creating a new account so I could see if he was on the app (since he blocked me last time). I looked through the profiles, and didn’t see him. I sighed, and exited the app. I really hoped he hadn’t deleted it. About an hour later, I knocked on his door. “Hey Shep. Can I come in?” I asked. I opened the door and saw that he was sitting at the desk with a pencil in his hand as he completed a fairly complicated looking math equation. He was now wearing just an over-sized blue t-shirt with a Nike swoosh on it, and some clean basketball shorts that were similar to what he wore during practice. His shirt was slightly bunched up at the waist, also giving me a view of the waistband of his white underwear. “Do you want to watch a movie before bed?” I asked him, leaning against his door. “Sure. Like in 10 minutes maybe?” “Yeah. Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, bud.” That night, we settled on a mystery movie called “The Lost Mountain” that I had never heard of. Matthew seemed to be pretty entertained at first, but in short order I noticed that his eyes became a bit droopy and he was falling asleep. I got up, and dimmed the lights and shut the shades, before returning to the couch to find that Sheppy had slipped into a deep sleep. I looked at him, and admired his adorableness. There was something about him that was so appealing, he was had that perfect combination of soft feminine features, while still being “all boy” at heart, and a smart and skilled one at that. The movie continued, and I noticed that Matthew fell into an even deeper sleep, his legs spread out wide on the couch, giving me an ample view of his perfect bulge that ran between his thighs. A gentle snore came from his pink lips and button nose. “Hey Sheppy?” I asked him in a soft voice. “Hey… bud? ” I said again, placing my hand on his shoulder and squeezing it. He really was deep asleep. There was no question about it. I moved my hand to his small pectoral and pressed into it lightly, testing him again. No response. I moved lower now, pressing my fingers on his tummy. There still was no reaction, other than his soft breathing ankara masaj yapan escort as he slept. My hand was trembling as it went lower, skipping his bulge for now, and moving lower to his cute exposed knees. My hand gave his bare right knee a gentle squeeze, my finger tips feeling his hairless and perfect skin. I looked at his face to see if there was any reaction. There was none. Feeling more bold, my hand slid up past his knee to his thigh, moving his loose basketball short with it, and I felt his smooth skin. My own cock jumped as I felt his thigh, as I knew I was getting closer to his pride and joy. I stopped there for a second, my heart beating, before I finally removed my hand, and then carefully traced my finger along the outline of his bulge, feeling it’s girth and length. Fuck, it was impressive for a boy his age, I thought, as my finger continued to carefully feel it’s length and size. Removing my hand again for a moment, I looked at his face, making sure he was still asleep, before I grew more bold and then moved my hand back down to his crotch. This time, I carefully grabbed his waistband with my right hand, and lifted up his t-shirt gently with my other free one. I meticulously opened the waistband, calming my hand to be are gentle and slow as possible, until I had pulled it back and up and could see his penis. Above his cock, was only a very sparse bush of pubic hair, most likely having only grown over the last 6-months, and below it, was a very thick and uncut long cock that hung down over an impressive set of hairless testicles. It was hard to tell how big it was, since it was so dark, and he was still flaccid; but soft, he had to have been around three or even four inches. From my knowledge, it was pretty damn big for a kid his age. My own cock, which was a modest 5.5 to 6-inches when hard, was now straining in my jeans, begging for release. I removed my hand from his waistband, careful not to disrupt him as I did so, and I then adjusted my own dick for a moment. Suddenly, Sheppy yawned and rubbed his tired eyes, apparently waking up from his deep sleep. “Is the movie over?” He asked in a tired voice, squinting. “Yeah buddy. You really passed out” I replied. “Yeah. I guess I did” “Let’s get you to bed.” I answered, patting him on the back of his blond hair. He nodded his head, but as we got up he gazed down at the obvious erection in my jeans with a curious look. I was half expecting him to say something, but instead, he simply made eye contact with me for a moment, before heading upstairs. “Fuck” I said under my breath. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Several uneventful days passed, as Sheppy and I settled into our normal routine. I’d wake him up in the morning, feed the boy his breakfast, and then drop him off at school. Most days he’d have practice or a game after school, and then we’d be back home for dinner around 6 or 7 pm. Of course, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the boy as he lounged around the house in the evenings. One night, after his shower, he came downstairs in only a pair of basketball shorts and reclined on the couch while he watched an NBA game. He had a bowl of ice cream in his lap, while his flawless bare feet were perched up on my gray ottoman across from the couch. As I walked into the room, I immediately felt myself being unable to resist looking at him. At first I focused on his smooth chest and narrow shoulders, enjoying his the slight definition in his pectorals and tiny dime-sized nipples. Then, I moved down and looked at his slim and tight tummy that was also devoid of any hair, and most likely would be for several more years. Next I look at his feet. I loved boy feet, and Sheppy’s were perfect. Not too big, and not too small, both were just perfect for a boy his age. I drooled as I gazed at his flawless, unblemished soles. My cock became hard, and luckily I had on some tight underwear, which hid my arousal. The game continued, and Sheppy stretched his size 7 feet out in front of him, practically teasing me with them. I couldn’t stop staring. At one point he looked up at me, and we made eye contact. I quickly moved my gaze back to the book. Had he noticed that was perving on him? A few moments passed, and I dared to try my luck again, this time keeping my eyes to his feet, before finally moving them back to his face. Again, we made eye-contact, and a little grin passed over his mouth. “What’s so funny?” I asked him, trying to play stupid. “Nothing. Just you”. “Huh? What do you mean? I replied, raising my brow. “I dunno. You’re looking at me.” he finally replied, wiggling his toes, before he put his thin arms behind his head, giving me a clear view of his hairless pits. He made eye contact with me again, this time holding it even longer. He smiled. I blushed, taken aback by his amazing beauty, before quickly moving my eyes back to the book. “You wish” I replied. “Nah, uh” he said, sticking his tongue out, playfully. I didn’t know what to do after that. Was he flirting with me, or was he trying to accuse me of something? “Finished with that?” I said, as I changed the subject and grabbed his empty ice cream bowl from him and headed into the kitchen. —————– On Friday night, Sheppy had his big game against the Ridgemont Chariots, their big rival, and I sat in the stands with the parents. Sheppy started at shooting guard, and I could tell pretty quickly that he was a natural leader on the team, scoring often, and finding his teammates for some quick and easy assists when the opportunity presented itself. The other boys seemed to trust him with the ball, and his high-arching shot, often drew in audible gasps from the parents as it swished through the net. At half-time, the score was tied and I got up to stand in line for some food. In line, I could hear some of the other parents talking among themselves. “That Matthew Shepstone kid is pretty good. He’s not the tallest, but wow can he shoot. If he continues to grow, I’m sure that kid is going to be a really good high-school player.” one older man said to another who was drinking a large soda. “Yeah. This is division two, though. He’d get crushed by those kids down at Marriott High or Jackson. Trust me. Those kids are like a foot taller, and ALL of them can dunk. I’m talking ALL of them”. “Yeah, but height and athleticism is only one part of the game. This kid has intangibles. He knows how to play the game. Look at his ball control and the way he elevates when he shoots. It’s straight up and down, pretty much textbook.” the other man retorted. I came back to my seat with some food, and the second half was just starting. As the play began, I could tell that something was wrong. Sheppy’s teammates were starting to hog the ball, and no longer looking for each-other, and mecidiyeköy escort Shep himself only got a single touch. The result was five straight shots that were all highly contested, and the other team got four easy layups. Before I knew it, the other team was back in the game and looking more confident than ever. Four minutes before the 3rd quarter was over, Sheppy was subbed out, and then things got even worse. Very quickly, the score was tied again as the other team started to rack up point-by-point. At the start of the 4th quarter, the score was 52-38 in favor of the opposition, and finally, Sheppy was back in. The boy made an immediate impact, bringing the ball up the court and hitting a three pointer, before coming back again and making a lay-up over a much taller center on the other team. The home crowd started to go wild, as Sheppy ran down the court with the cutest smile on his face. The game started to come down to the wire and the score grew closer. Soon, there was only a half minute left, and the score was tied! Sheppy’s team, the Wildcats, had possession of the ball, and dribbled down the clock until there was only 10-seconds remaining. The ball found Sheppy, and the clock ticked down from 8, 7 to 6… and Sheppy rose up to shoot his high arching shot… the ball curved up high, then dropped on in. Swish! Cheers rang out across the small arena, and the parents and students went crazy. The stands roared with cheer. The boys all began to high-five Sheppy as a big grin crossed his face. The game wasn’t over yet, though. There was still 5-seconds left on the clock, and the other team had a time-out which allowed them to advance the ball up the court. Now, at the side-line, the referee blew his whistle, and the opposition had to throw the ball in-bounds. The players ran around the court, trying to lose the defense, and somehow, Sheppy got caught on a screen and lost his man while under the hoop. He looked up in panic. The ball was passed to the player that Sheppy was supposed to be guarding, and then that player passed it to the team’s center, De’Wayne Carter, who was a massive, already 6-foot tall black kid. The only thing standing between De’Wayne and the team scoring was poor 5 foot 2, Sheppy, who bent his knees and prepared to jump in a feeble attempt to block the ball. De’Wayne lifted off, and into the air. The crowd gasped, and the ball went into De’Wayne’s right hand, as he palmed it and brought it up above his head. Sheppy lifted off the ground to contest the shop, but his jump was laughable in comparison to the black teen’s impressive vertical. The two met in the air, and instead of blocking the shot, Sheppy was knocked straight backwards and fell, hiting his head on the ground. Above him, De’Wayne slammed the ball into the basket in a thunderous dunk. The buzzer sounded. That was the game winner. The visiting crowd went wild, and the home team looked stunned. Noticing that Sheppy was hurt, I quickly came down from the bleachers and saw his teammates had surrounded him. He was laying on his back, with his hands over the back of his head, tears coming down his face. I moved the other kids out of the way, and knelt down beside him. “You okay buddy?” I asked him, helping him get up so that he was sitting on his butt. “Yeah. It really hurts though. I think I landed on my head.” he whined, as he wiped away some tears. The coach came over and knelt beside him. “I don’t see any trauma, but I think he should go to the ER to get it checked out. Are you responsible for him?” He asked me. I explained that I was watching him while his mother was out of town, and told him that I would take him to the hospital. The coach was afraid he would have a concussion, and advised that was the best thing to do. Sheppy was able to walk, and we got into the car. Tears ran down the poor kid’s face as he looked at his phone. “I’m sorry that happened buddy. Are you okay? Do you need ice or anything?” I asked him. “No it doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m just pissed that we lost. I should of been able to block the shot” He said, frustration coming out of voice. “I know. Sorry. He was much bigger than you, that’s why you couldn’t.” I answered. “Yeah, and he’s black, so he’s stronger and more athletic”. Sheppy replied. “I wish I was black”. “Don’t say that. You’re fine like you are. Everyone has their own talents. I bet he can’t shoot like you can.” I answered. “In division 1 they all can shoot like me.” he pouted. When we got to the ER room, they looked him over, and explained that he was fine, but probably had a minor concussion. I was informed to take him home and keep him relaxed, but not too overly simulated that evening. I agreed to their directions, and we left the hospital and headed back home. When he arrived back at my house Sheppy was still in a pretty quiet mood. “Why don’t you take a shower and then we can watch a movie or something?” I asked him. He nodded his head, and went upstairs. Thirty minutes later Sheppy came down from his shower, this time dressed in a blank white t-shirt and lime green basketball shorts that were a smaller than the last pair, probably ones that he had outgrown from a few years ago. The shorts framed his narrow thighs and hairless legs perfecetly. As the movie started, he relaxed and scratched the back of his head a few times, and then rubbed his hair. “How’s your head feeling?” I asked him. “It’s okay. Just kinda hurts.” “Want me to rub it?” I asked him. “I think it would help” Before he could even answer I put my hand on the back of his head and began to massage his hair and scalp. I could tell he was about to say something, but once he realized how good it felt, he relaxed a bit. “My mom used to do this to me when I would hit my head after football practice. I think it really helps. Does it feel good?” “Yeah” he replied. I continued to massage his head while we watched the movie, and then after about 10-minutes I stopped and left for the bathroom. When I came back, Matthew was now laying across the couch with his feet towards the spot where I was previously sitting. I picked up his perfect feet and moved them gently so I can sit down. “Are your feet sore too?” I asked him, and again, without asking, my hands went to his feet and begun to slowly kneed his soles. He moaned slightly, obviously enjoying the feeling, and I applied some more pressure. I was simply thrilled to be touching his beautiful feet, even if it was just for an innocent massage. “How does it feel. This ok?” I asked him. “Yeah. It’s nice” I continued kneading his feet and gently pulling on his toes for the first half of the movie, every once in while moving slightly upwards towards his hairless ankles and up towards his calves, before coming back mersin escort down to his feet. As I massaged slowly upwards, I looked at his face to see if he looked concerned, but he didn’t seem to mind. About 45-minutes had passed at that point, and I had positioned his feet into my lap and was continuing his massage. I could tell he had enjoyed it, and I wanted to see if he would let me go further. My hand, which was until now only concentrating at his feet and calves, now inches upwards, and begin to rub up and down closer and closer towards his narrow thighs, feeling his smooth and perfect skin. My cock become hard, and I knew that this was risky, but I had to see if I could take things farther with him. How often did you meet a boy who was already interested in men? This really was my only chance. Suddenly, as my hand inched even higher upwards on his thigh, not quite reaching his groin, but getting closer, his hand came to greet mine and held it in position, not letting it move. My heart stopped. “It’s okay. I don’t need any more”. He said, as his eyes stayed on the TV screen. I moved my hand away. “No worries. Hope you liked it. I love giving massages” I replied. He didn’t respond, and instead focused again on the movie. When the movie ended, we called it a night, and both went up to our rooms for the evening. I brushed my teeth and then approached his door and opened it. I was hoping to see if I could catch him with his hands down his pants again. To my disappointment, Sheppy was shirtless now but the covers were over his lower half, so I couldn’t see what was going on underneath them. He looked up at me with a startled look as I walked into the room. “Hey kiddo. So I forgot to tell you that I’m going to be at the office all day tomorrow, and won’t be home until four or five in the afternoon. Are you okay with staying here alone? I know you’re pretty mature for your age, so I trust you to take care of yourself” I said, as I sat on the edge of his bed. “Yeah. That’s fine. What time are you leaving tomorrow morning?” He asked me, looking up from his phone. “I’ll be gone around 10 am, and then will be home around five. Feel free to invite a friend over here if you want. I don’t mind. You’re thirteen, not nine, so I trust you will be fine.” He nodded his head and smiled. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.” ———————– The next day, I got into my car and drove into the office. It was, in fact, going to be a big day for me, but the real reason I wanted to leave the house, was to see if by some miracle Sheppy actually did invite someone over from Grindr. I highly doubted it, reasoning that he was probably just some curious kid who had downloaded the app and wasn’t planning on doing anything, but thought it would be worthwhile to give it a shot. As I parked, I opened my NEST app, which allowed me to pull up the security cameras. I had one set up outside the house that faced the front yard. This camera allowed me to see if anyone was coming up to the house (normally for package deliveries) and I had another as well in the living room. If any movement was made outside the house, I would get an alert on my phone, but the living room didn’t give me alerts since that would be too annoying when anyone was home. The first part of the day went as usual. I got into the office, and begun answering my emails, and then completed a few inspections with some senior staff members of the facilities. We had to do a monthly inspection of the pool, locker rooms, weight equipment and other machines to ensure they were up to code and safe to use, and this normally took a few hours. When I sat back at my office I looked at my phone and realized I had received an alert an hour earlier that there was movement detected at my house. My heart started to race, but I calmed myself down and reasoned that it was probably just the mailman. I opened the NEST app, and clicked on the recording of a video that was taken an hour ago. The video showed an old beat-up Cadillac parking in front of the house, and then a black man with several tattoos and an orange baseball cap walked up towards the door. It was hard to tell how tall he was from the camera, but he looked pretty built and kept himself in great shape. The video continued and the door opened, and the black visitor disappeared inside the door. My heart was still racing. Who was this guy? Was this a hook-up that Sheppy had met on Grindr? Was he into… black guys? Or maybe it was just a friend? But why was he so much older looking? The guy had to be in his 20’s, or at least he looked that way. I quickly navigated through the NEST app and pulled up the recording from the other camera in the living room. I rewinded the footage, and then watched as the black visitor entered the house and closed the door. Sheppy was there, dressed in only his pair of lime green basketball shorts, with a nervous looking smile on his face. The boy looked up at the man, before the man came down and whispered something in the boy’s ear which made him close his eyes. Suddenly, the black guy lifted the boy off his feet and held him in his arms. Sheppy wrapped his hairless legs around the man’s strong torso, while the two started to make-out with passion, their tongues darting back and forth. As the man and boy made out, the man cupped Sheppy’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze though his green basketball shorts before giving it a big hard spank. The man whispered something in the boy’s ear again, and then, again, provided another hard spank on his ass. Finally, the black hand dissapeared inside the boy’s shorts, and it looked like he was touching Mathew’s preteen hole. The boy put his head into the black man’s strong shoulders as he enjoyed the feeling of someone touching him in such an intimate place. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Not only was Sheppy into men, but he already was sexually active! At minimum, he was no stranger to kissing. And he was into… black men! Was that his type? Holy shit, this was crazy. The video continued, and to my disappointment, the black man put Sheppy down on his feet, and Shep took his hand, smiled, and lead him up the carpeted stairway and disappeared out of view. My heart was racing again. Should I go over there and see what was going on? I debated getting into my car and driving right now, and busting him. Would that be my best option? Would this ever happen again? Could I get a chance to see Sheppy doing something sexual with this man if I came in at the right moment? As I was thinking about what to do, my heart pounding a million miles an hour, I got another alert on my phone from NEST. I clicked on the alert and pulled up the camera that faced the front lawn again. There, I saw the same black male form earlier get into his car, start the engine and drive away. “Fuck” I muttered under my breath. What just happened? All I knew was that my cock was now raging hard. I went into the bathroom and closed the stall door. There, I unloaded seven massive bursts of cum into the toilet, as I imagine what Matthew had done with that strong black man. —————————– Comments? Questions? Want to help? Email me at ail

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