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I had tried to talk to Mr. Johnson after math class. I needed to know what Mr. Smith had told him! I never thought anyone would find out! Who has Mr. Smith told? Fuck! I’m so dead!

My time with Mr. Smith had been private, intimate even. _I sucked is cock for God’s sake! _I had exposed myself to him, and I had opened up about my insecurities. Had he told Mr. Johnson about my small penis? Had he told Mr. Johnson about my naked body? About my interest in black cock?

Unfortunately, Mr. Johnson just waved me off after class. All he’d say was, “I told you boy. He’s my friend.”

I was so… betrayed? Hurt? No. Nothing like that. Confused! I was confused. So confused I didn’t go to Mr. Smith’s house after school. Instead I went straight home.

Unfortunately, my father was home. “Adam! What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be practicing? Doing your laps?”

“Oh! Dad. I.. uhhh.”

“You what? First your grades start slipping and now you are slacking off in your swimming?” My father was starting to get worked up.

“Oh my God! Dad! Can I just have a minute to think?” Think about Mr. Smith that is. Maybe he told Mr. Johnson I enjoyed Blacked.com? “Oh my God,” I muttered at the thought.

“ADAM!” My father shouted. “We do not use that kind of language in this house. I swear, what has gotten into you lately? And I haven’t forgotten about that pornography I found on your laptop.”

“Dad, can we not fight about that again please?”

“You don’t wanna fight? Turn around and march yourself over to Mr. Smith’s house, practice your swimming, and ask him for help with your math homework.”

“Dad!” For the first time in about a month, I didn’t want to go to Mr. Smith’s house.

“I called him earlier today, and he agreed to tutor you. I don’t want you to embarrass me.”

I just looked at my father, defeated. If I disobeyed, then he’d be even angrier. At least Mr. Smith is better than this! I thought as I went out the front door.

…

I was at Mr. Smith’s house in no time, but I stopped at the gate. I was **** to go in. No, you needed to go in. You need to talk to Mr. Smith. What did he tell Mr. Johnson? Who else has he told about us?

I raised an eyebrow and thought about the thought I’d just had. Us? Is there an ‘us’? Are we an ‘us’?

I put the thought aside and opened the gate. I looked around but I was alone. I signed, relived ever so slightly. I got naked quickly and jumped in the water.

Not wanting to swim and angry with my father, I just closed my eyes and treaded water. I didn’t do laps. I just enjoyed the peace. I closed my eyes and focused on my skin. My small penis and little testicles bobbed and floated in the cool water.

I thought about Mr. Smith caressing my butt, my “little boy butt”, as he’d called it. The cool water flowed around me, and I imagined Mr. Smith’s strong, black hands tracing around my white skin. Up and down my legs, over my thighs, and on to my butt. I shivered a bit as water tickled my butt hole.

I must have been treading water for a while because when I opened my eyes, the sun was noticeably lower in the sky. “Maybe I can go home now?”

That’s when I heard the mistakable sound of a car pulling into the drive. I listened and waited. I closed my eyes again and went back to just feeling the water envelop me.

Eventually, I heard the sliding glass door open. I opened my eyes, expecting to see Mr. Smith, but instead it was another black man I hadn’t expected to see.

It was my math teacher, Mr. Johnson.