And I finally touch his cock

I swam my laps just as Mr. Smith had instructed. When I finished, I got out of the pool completely naked and hoping to see Mr. Smith before I left. He was nowhere to be seen however and I was very disappointed. I dried off and went home, a feeling of failure hanging over me.

I was so close to touching Mr. Smith magnificent dick. Why couldn’t you cum faster? I glared down at my little penis as I walked home. This is all your fault.

At home and during dinner I was listless, not talking much and simply wanting to go to bed. I only jerked-off once before going to sleep that night. This time all I needed to think about to get hard was Mr. Smith’s massive, veiny, horse cock.

…

On the walk to school I went back and forth in my head. I just wanted to touch his cock! Why did he make it so difficult? He wants you to earn it. No, he is playing games.

I argued with myself like this during my classes and as I walked down the halls of my high school. I was so distracted by my inner conflict all I could do was stare to the clock it each of my classes and wish for time to pass more quickly. All I could do was think about Mr. Smith’s amazing cock, and how juicy it looked, how veiny, how strong, how powerful.

My daydreaming about black cock was interrupted by the school bell. “One class down, one more to go!” I muttered with excitement.

I excitedly walked to the door when my teacher stopped me. “Adam”, he said, “Can I talk to you please?”

It was my math teacher Mr. Johnson. He was another black man like Mr. Smith, but he wasn’t as attractive. Mr. Johnson was shorter than Mr. Smith with a bit of a belly that pushed out over his belt. Classic “dad bod”, but a little bit pudgier.

I walked over to Mr. Johnson’s desk, and he stood opposite me on the other side. That’s when it hit me, Mr. Johnson is black! I wonder if his cock is big like Mr. Smith and the boys on my swim team?

That sounds bad. I’d always known Mr. Johnson was black, but I had never really thought about his cock until that movement. I had mostly just been zoning out in his classes for the past few weeks, and I was zoning out again wondering if he had a big cock.

“Adam!” Mr. Johnson said firmly, “Are you listening?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m listening” I said.

“Your grades have recently slipped, and I need you to take this paper home. Your parents need to sign it, and you need to give it back to me tomorrow.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Just do it” he said, rolling his eyes.

I took the paper from his hand, and that’s when my eyes happened to land on his crotch. I could see the vague impression of a dick through his kaki pants, and I tried to make out just how big it was. Apparently I was staring for too long because Mr. Johnson asked me “Is there something on my pants Adam? Is my fly down?”

I snapped out of it saying “No Mr. Johnson. Sorry. I was just thinking.”

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I chided myself as a ran to my next class.

…

Eventually my favorite part of the day came around, and I headed to Mr. Smith’s house. I arrived, opening and closing the gate. I excitedly looked over Mr. Smith’s well kept backyard “Where is he?” I muttered.

I spotted Mr. Smith on the far side of his pool. He was bet over and apparently he was doing some kind of work on his lawn. There were bags of fertilizer, a shovel, a rake, and other assorted gardening tools scattered around him. I excitedly called to him, “Mr. Smith!” He looked up and smiled at me before turning back to his gardening.

For my part, I put my backpack down on a deck chair and stripped naked. I had deliberately left my speedo at home per Mr. Smith’s instructions, so my pale body was on full display. I noticed Mr. Smith was still working so I awkwardly stood there, naked and on full display. I looked down at my small penis and pubes. I absentmindedly pulled at my penis a few times.

“Not so fast!” Mr. Smith called, walking over. I looked up to see my stunningly handsome neighbor all sweaty and dirty from doing yard work. He was in a white, sweat soaked t-shirt, and heavy cargo short. His skin was covered in a layer of sweat that shone in the sunlight. He chuckled as he wiped sweat from his brow, saying “I see you left your speedo at home.”

“Yes sir!” I beamed like an excited child. “No more speedo.”

“And you’re comfortable being naked like this?” He asked, taking off his gloves and looked me up and down.

“Yes, of course I am! Coming over to your house is my favorite part of the day!”

“Good boy” he said. He through his gloves on the deck table and took a flopped down a deck chair. He looked at me again and chuckled “come here.”

He motioned for me to come closer and I thought he wanted me to sit next to him, but when I tried to sit down he sternly asked “Did I tell you to sit down boy?”

“No sir.” Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I chided myself for the second time that day. Looked around unsure where he wanted me to stand.

“Here” he gestured to a place next to him. So I went over and awkwardly stood next to him. Looking down, I could see the outline of his apps through his t-shirt, and I could see a nice bulge in his pants.

Finally! I can touch his cock! I thought. “Are you thinking of touching my cock?” he asked.

I blushed and looked away. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir.”

“Boy!” he said in an exasperated tone.

“Yes sir. I want to touch your cock.”

“That’s better.” He smiled, closed his eyes and tilted his head back. The sun was directly on his face and he looked amazing. Like a model I thought. There was a long pause before he continued “I was thinking, if you are going to touch my cock, maybe I should touch your little penis. What do you think?” he looked at me squinting against the sun.

I just made a noise “ummmmmmmmmmm”. No one beside me had ever touch my penis. Does he really want to touch my penis?

“I think you like the idea boy?” Mr. Smith smirked, nodding towards my now hard penis.

Say yes! Let him touch you! I shouted at myself, but my mouth didn’t move. I looked away, too embarrassed.

“I think you’re right. Why should I touch your penis anyway? It’s so small, and my cock is so big. It doesn’t seem fair.”

What? No! I want it. I really want it. I kept trying to will myself into saying something, and just as I was about to speak.

“Can I touch his ass? You know, feel your butt?” Mr. Smith asked.

“I’m sorry sir?” I said looking at him confused.

“That got your attention.” Mr. Smith smiled. “I mean, your penis is so small. Why would I want to touch it? You know?”

“Right” I agreed without realizing.

“Your little boy butt looks so cute and soft. If I can touch your butt, then you can touch my cock. Ok?”

I hesitated. For the first time in weeks I thought about what was going. I do I really want him to touch me? Do I really want to touch him?

“Remember Blacked.com? All those big black cocks? Remember my cock? You masturbated in front of me yesterday for a chance to touch my cock. I thought you were comfortable here? Comfortable with me? You said this was your favorite part of the day?”

My head started swimming and I wobbled a little bit. Imagines of black cocks flooded my mind. The same haze of black, male bodies I had masturbated to yesterday rushed back and I felt my knees shake a bit. Then I heard a zipping sound and looked back to Mr. Smith. He had unzipped his pants to reveal his fully erect cock. It was glorious and the haze of black cock floating around my head got even thicker. My eyes wondered up and down the magnificent contours of the black member before me.

“Let’s make a deal” Mr. Smith said firmly in a deep voice. His hand slowly moved up and down the shaft of his huge cock. “You turn around and let me feel your butt. Then, when I’m done you can touch my cock. Does that sound fair?” He stroked his cock a few more times and my eyes followed his hand. “Adam” he urged me to answer.

“Yes sir. That sounds fair.” I said and turned around slowly, **** to let his cock out of my sight.

I faced the gate I had come in through just minutes earlier, and held my breath. Then it happened. I felt Mr. Smith’s rough hand close around my left butt check. I jumped a little, and he made soothing noises “shhhhhh. It’s ok boy.” I felt a rush of electricity as he squeezed and worked my soft flesh. Just as before, I began to hear my own heartbeat pound and Mr. Smith switched from the left cheek to the right cheek. My breath became shallow, and my knees shook a bit more. He must have noticed my reaction. “How does it feel boy?”

Amazing. It feels amazing! I thought, but all I could manage was a “ughhhhhhhh” of pleasure. “How about this?” he asked, passing a finger lightly up and over my ass whole. A jolt went through and I let out another “ughhhhhhhh”. He lightly traced back down and I was jolted again. I took an involuntary step backwards. “Good boy” Mr. Smith whispered.

What is going on? My body? My butt? This is great!

And then his hand was gone. I stood for a moment, letting my heart rate go down. I opened my eyes and turned around. Wait, did I close my eyes?

“Mr. Smith…” I started to say as I looked back at him sitting there in the deck chair.

He ignored me. “On your knees. Now it’s your turn.” He waved his dick and I knew what he meant.