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Tomorrow came and before going to school I jerked off two more times to Blacked.com videos. I made sure to clear my browser history this time, and headed out for school. Mr. Smith’s words were still ringing in my mind “I’ll ask you about it tomorrow.”

Well, it was tomorrow and pretty soon it was tomorrow afternoon. I was done with school for the day and headed to Mr. Smith’s house.

When I arrived, Mr. Smith was nowhere to be found. I was a little disappointed. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was looking forward to talking to him.

I swam as normal, and went home. That night, I jerked off the Blacked.com videos again. This time I was able to squeeze out four loads.

The next day I masturbated to Blacked.com before going to school. Time seemed to move incredibly slowly as I sat through math, history, and English while thinking about what I was going to tell Mr. Smith.

Later that day, I got to Mr. Smith’s house only to find he wasn’t there again. My disappointment deepened. I thought about us discussed Blacked.com, which got me thinking about Blacked.com, which got me horny.

I was rock hard in Mr. Smith’s backyard. So I looked around. Should I? Would it be appropriate? What would Mr. Smith say? were thoughts that all crossed my mind as my hand traveled down to my shorts. I grabbed my hard little penis through my pants. Do I really want to jerk-off at Mr. Smith’s house?

The answer was YES! I took out my phone and immediately went to Blacked.com. I jerked-off twice before putting my phone away and swimming my laps. As I was leaving, I could still see wet spots where my cum had landed on Mr. Smith’s patio. That night I jerked-off two more times before going to sleep.

The next day seemed like a blur, and pretty soon I was at Mr. Smith’s house again. I opened the gate and finally, there was Mr. Smith! My heart fluttered a little when I saw him. He was swimming in his pool, and I excitedly waved to him with a goofy grin on my face. “Mr. Smith!” I called out.

Ahhhhh! You sound so lame. Play it cool dummy. I mentally told myself as I walked over to the patio. I stripped naked and got into my speedo as Mr. Smith got out of the pool. The water flowed down his body, tracing the well defined lines of his muscles. His strength and power were accented by the water, and the sun shone off his chocolate skin with a certain brilliance. Rather than walk over to me, he sat on the edge of the pool and motioned for me to join him. I got an amazing view of his powerful back muscles as I walked over. How does he do it? I wondered as took a seat next to him, dipping my feet in the warm water.

I decided to speak first. “Long time no see” I said in as casual a voice as I could muster. My heart was still fluttering and I didn’t want it to show in my voice.

“How have you been?” he asked in a deep tone that seemed to ripple through my body.

Images of all the interracial porn I’d been watched flashed through my head. His was the same kind of deep baritone as all the black male pornstars I’d recently seen. I momentarily argued with myself as images of black cock swirled around my head. Tell him! Don’t tell him! Wait for him to ask! Tell him! You’ve been addicted to Blacked.com! Tell him! You love it! Play it cool! Shut up! Tell him! Tell him! Tell him! Tell him! Tell him! TELL HIM!

“I had a chance to check out Blacked.com like you said” I blurted out.

“Oh really? What did you think?” he asked, not sound surprised in the least.

That’s when my self-control broke down and my voice got all excited. “I’ve been jerking off at least three times a day, all while watching their videos. I don’t know, something about it just really gets me going. I’ve started masturbating before school, which I never did before!” I felt my face twist into a huge smile. I finished with “I can see why you like it!”

“I thought you would” Mr. Smith chuckled. “What part of the videos do you like the most?”

I didn’t hesitate, “I’ve only been watching the previous of each video, but that’s enough for me.” I laughed at myself for saying that and Mr. Smith joined in.

“Does it make you curious about anything?” Mr. Smith probed.

I stopped to think. One question instantly sprang to mind, “do all black guys have cocks that big? I mean as big as the cocks in the videos?”

I looked at Mr. Smith earnestly, expecting an earnest answer, but he was just silent. All I could hear was the water in the pool lightly splashing and my own heart racing. Well? Say something! I screamed in my head.

He seemed to change the subject, “have you changed in front of the other boys on your swim team yet?”

What? Why would you ask about that? I felt spurned.

“No, not yet” I admitted.

“Are there any black boys on your swim team?” he continued.

I suddenly knew where he was going, “yeah! Actually, four or five. Do you think I should ask them about their cocks?”

Wait? What? Have you totally lost your mind?

“I don’t think you should do THAT, but maybe during your next practice you should take a look around and see how they compare to the white boys on your team.”

“Good idea Mr. Smith!” I cheered. Now I had a reason to actually get changed in front of the other boys. Then a small voice whispered at the back of my mind what about his dick? and I lost all self control again. “What about your dick?” I asked, having lost all sense.

“Cock” Mr. Smith said.

“What?”

“I want you do use the word ‘cock.’”

“Oh,” I was a bit taken back, but never the less I persisted. “What about your cock?”

He smiled at me and gestured toward his groin. “What do you think?”

I looked down at the obvious bulge in his tight swimming trunks. “Well obviously you’ve got a big dick” I retorted.

“Cock.”

“Right, sorry. Well obviously you’ve got a big cock.”

“So you’ve already noticed?” He said with a smirk.

I turned away, embarrassed for the first time during the whole conversation. Then it hit me.

“You’ve seen my cock! I want to see yours!” I asserted with as much confidence as I could muster.

“Penis.” He said.

“What?”

“I’ve got a cock, and you’ve got a penis.”

This seemed incredibly obvious as soon as he said it. I shook my head as if to clear my mind. “Right, sorry. You’ve seen my penis! I want to see your cock!”

“Let’s make a deal” Mr. Smith said, extending his hand to shake mine. “You change with the other boys on the swim team for once, get a good look at all the penises and cocks, then report back to me. I will then change clothes with you next time you come over.”

I looked at his out stretched hand, then down at the bulge in his pants. I didn’t hesitate, not even for a second. I grabbed his hand and said “deal”. My hand basically disappeared inside his as we shook hands. His grip was powerful, and his dark complexion against my pale skin looked magnificent. I was in a bit of a trance, then suddenly he pushed me into the pool.

My head came up out of the water gasping for air. “Time to swim your laps” he said sternly before standing up to go inside. He took a few steps before turning and called to me “make sure you keep looking at Blacked.com everyday. They publish new videos all the time.”

“Thanks for the tip” I called back before started my laps.

When I got home that night I followed Mr. Smith’s advice. I went on Blacked.com again to jerk-off. This is starting to become a serious habit I thought as I reached into my pants while looking a truly massive black cock entering a young white female. I let the thought fade away as inch after inch of black meat opened up that little white pussy.