Mr. Johnson is here too!

For a moment I couldn’t see. The afternoon sun was streaming in through the open door, and I squinted my eyes to make out two large, imposing shapes. It was Mr. Smith and Mr. Johnson. They were casually chatting as they entered Mr. Smith’s house, and both of them were totally unphased by my naked body.

I was a little confused to see them, then I vaguely heard Mr. Smith order, “shut the door.” I did as I was told, closing the door behind the two black men as the entered the house.

“Good faggot,” Mr. Johnson sneered as he gave my ass an open palm smack.

“Ouch,” I cried in surprise, jumping a little.

Mr. Johnson just chuckled in his deep voice, and they both walked back towards the kitchen. Still a little surprised to see them together, I silently followed behind.

In the backroom Mr. Johnson reclined on the long grey sofa, while Mr. Smith went into the kitchen. “Come here,” Mr. Johnson instructed. I looked down at the carpet as I walked over and stood before Mr. Johnson. I looked up briefly to see his eyes roaming over my naked body, tracing up and down my pale, slim figure.

“I am going to teach you some positions. I want to see how well you can follow instructions.”

“Yes sir,” I said softly.

“Louder,” Mr. Johnson sighed in annoyance.

“Yes sir!”

“Good. First, I simply want you to stand at attention.”

I straightened my back, lifted my head, and pushed my shoulders back.

“Good. Now, for position one you need to get on your knees and place your hands behind your head.”

I did as he said. I got down on my knees and put my hands on the back of my head, pointing my elbows out and opening up my chest.

“Almost. Spread you knees more. I want a clear view of your little penis.”

I blushed and adjusted myself, spreading my knees wider apart to expose my penis.

Mr. Johnson slowly extended his foot, and lightly tapped my now hard dick with the edge of this show. I winced a little but didn’t stop him or say anything. He played with my penis for a moment, lightly kicking me and bouncing my erection around. He then asked, “I mean, how can any white call themselves a ‘man’? You’ve got such a tiny thing down there. Don’t you agree Adam?”

I was surprised to hear Mr. Johnson use my name. I stammered a bit, searching for the words he wanted to hear.

“My goodness, get a faggot naked in front of a real black man and they lose their minds.” Mr. Johnson rolled his eyes.

I looked down and blushed in shame. “I’m sorry sir.”

“Let’s try another position. For position two, you need to turn around, staying on your knees, put your chest on the floor, and stick-up you boy pussy.”

I did as instructed. Turning my back to Mr. Johnson I saw Mr. Smith sitting on a bar stool watching me. I looked away in embarrassment and pressed my chest onto the carpet, arched my back, and spread my legs slightly. Mr. Smith must have noticed my full erection because he asked, “does it excite you to take orders Adam?”

Now Mr. Smith was using my name too. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You guess?” Mr. Johnson scoffed. “You’re hard as a rock.”

“Be more specific,” Mr. Smith encouraged.

“I don’t know,” I started talking and thinking at the same time. “I guess … I like being naked … while you’re both clothed.”

“I knew you would Adam,” Mr. Smith said in a smug tone. “That’s why I wanted you to be naked in my house, in my back yard. I knew you’d like it.”

I was thinking about how to answer Mr. Smith when Mr. Johnson suddenly cut it with a firm command, “attention!”

I was slow to react. I started to get up, but Mr. Johnson was unimpressed. He made a “tut, tut, tut” sound in disapproval. “Silly boy. You need to move faster than that. When a black man tells you to do something, you do it.”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir.” I mumbled, standing at attention.

“What was that?”

“Yes sir! Sorry sir!” I repeated, but louder.

Mr. Smith chuckled behind me, then came around and sat next to Mr. Johnson on the sofa. Next to each other, it was obvious Mr. Smith was taller and more muscular. His skin also had a warmer, browner tone, while Mr. Johnson was blacker. I simply stood at attention before these two black men, my neighbor, and my teacher, totally naked and completely erect.

“Come here,” Mr. Johnson ordered. “Turn around.” I did as I was told of course, and positioned myself in front of Mr. Johnson, facing away from him.

I felt his hand on my leg. At first, he was rubbing my outer thigh, before moving on to in between my legs. His rough hand felt electric, and I got butterflies in my stomach. I thought back to sucking Mr. Johnson’s big black cock, and my face began to get hot.

Mr. Johnson traced along my inner thigh before stopping to ask, “did you clean your boy pussy today?”

“Yes sir. I cleaned myself at home after school.” With that Mr. Johnson moved his hand up and began to lightly trace around my anus with his fingers. I shuttered a little and pushed my hips backwards without thinking.

Mr. Smith chimed in, “it feels good to be touched by a black man, doesn’t it Adam?”

A haze of black cocks seemed to cloud my mind. I just focused on Mr. Johnson’s fingers manipulating my boy pussy, and vaguely heard Mr. Smith. Still, I answered him, “yes it does sir.”

“Have you ever touched a girl before Adam? In a sexual way?” Mr. Smith probed me with his words, as Mr. Johnson probed me with his fingers.

Mr. Johnson was aggressively massaging my ass with his hands, working my boy pussy and taint, all without touching my balls or little penis.

“No sir, I haven’t. I never thought about girls much.” I moaned softly and pushed my hips back against Mr. Johnson’s hand again.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em Jamal,” Mr. Johnson said to Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith laughed. “You should have seen this little faggot the first time we met. Like a deer in head lights. Classic Caucasian pussy boy. He noticed my cock almost right away.”

I heard a ring, like an alarm. Mr. Johnson stopped playing with my boy pussy, and I turned around to see Mr. Smith looking at his Apple watch.

Mr. Smith sighed. “Unfortunately, I need to go. I’ve got to give a lecture about declining sperm counts in white boys.” He got up to leave, “you two continue today’s tutoring session.”