Black Flashback Pt 2

Mike sat back and reached for a bottle of scotch.  I still tasted his cum in my
mouth and was trying to figure out how to get out.  I never even had sex with a
girl yet, and just had a guy cum in my mouth, and he was planning on doing it
again.  Mike repeated that he had wanted this for a long time, and we had lot's
more to do.  He said something about lubing my ass, so it wouldn't hurt.   It
took a minute in my daze to realize that he was planning on fucking me with that
huge cock.  It was about 9" long and 5" around, making my 6 inch thin white dick
look tiny in my mind.   As he leaned towards me I kicked him, pushing him back. 
I jumped up and grabbed a bottle, shouting "Get away from me you fucking nigger."
 I regretted saying that as soon as it came out.   Mike's smile disappeared, and
he looked away.  I stood motionless, and didn't even see his fist catch me in the
side of the head.  I staggered back, and caught another hard punch in the gut.  
This took me to my knees, gasping for air.  Mike twisted my arm behind my back,
and pulled me to my feet.  He dragged me to the closet, which had a large full
length mirror.  "You think I'm a nigger?  Well look in the mirror and tell me
what you see?"  I was in the remnants of my costume, wearing a short blue
cheerleader's skirt, dark panty hose, black panties and a matching bra.   The bra
was pulled down, and pushed my bodyfat together like two little tits.  With the
lipstick and running mascara, I didn't look like much of a football player.  "I
see a little white cock teasing bitch, who is gonna love taking black dick by the
end of this weekend."  Mike reached under my skirt, grabbing my trapped cock and
balls.   I stared into the mirror, dazed by the alcohol, pot, and Mike's blows. 
I was about 5'4", and weighed 190, perfect for a jv center.  Mike was 5'9" and
weighed about the same, but without much bodyfat.  He was into weightlifting,
wrestling, and boxing, and I never had seen Mike lose a fight.  An older kid on
my block who had teased and beat me up for years, tried it in front of Mike once.
  After Mike's beating, the kid ran from me whenever he saw me.   Mike had broad
shoulders, huge arms and muscular thighs, and was popular with the girls, so I
couldn't imagine why he wanted me.   Neither of us had much bodyhair besides our
pubes.   I became transfixed as his very dark hands roamed over my pale white
skin.  Mike walked in front of me, and put his hands on my shoulders.  "It can go
two ways.  I'll call some friends over and you can call us niggers all night as
we take turns fucking you"  This broke my daze, and deep fear returned.  Some of
Mike's friends weren't too nice, or quiet.  "Or, we can spend the night making
love as our special secret"   What a choice.  Either way, Mike was fucking me.  I
looked at him, and said in a choked voice "I want it to be just you"   Mike said
"What was that?   You want me to call them?"    "No" I pleaded, "I want to be
alone with you"  Mike smiled again, and said "You want me to make love to you?"  
"Yes" I said.   Mike stepped away, and held out his hand.  I took it, and he led
me back to the couch.   Putting one arm around me, he grabbed his scotch and took
a few sips.  He held the bottle to my lips and encouraged me to drink to relax.  
I took a few sips, and he kissed me again.    "I won't hurt you, so try to relax"
he whispered in my ear.  He started sucking and bitting my nipples.   He took my
hand and led it to his cock, which was throbbing and hard.   I started to explore
it, and jerk him off, figuring if I made him cum, he might be too tired to
continue.   Mike continued to work on my nipples, and reaching under my skirt,
started pulling my panties and hose down, working my cock and balls free.  I
worked on his dick and he started manipulating mine.   With his other hand he
unhooked the bra, and removed it.   He kissed me again, exploring my mouth with
his tongue. He then pushed my head to his chest, encouraging me to suck on his
nipples.   I started sucking on them, and found myself getting excited between
Mike's moans and his playing with my now hard prick.  Mike guided my head to his
cock, which I took in my mouth again.   As I slowly sucked his dick, Mike took a
few more bong hits.   I struggled with his cock from this position, finding I
could only take about 6 inches before choking.   Pulling me up, he handed me the
bong, from which I drew a few big hits.   Mike pushed me across the couch again,
layiing on top of me and grinded abit as we kissed.   He sat up, and in one
motion pulled off the panties and hose, leaving me naked except for the skirt. 
He lay back on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his. "I'm gonna lube you up
so it won't hurt as much" he said, grabbing a tube of some type.   He sat up and
putting his legs on his shoulders, started applying it to my ass.  It was cold,
and felt uncomfortable as he was rubbing it between my cheeks.   I started to
panic again, pondering the 'won't hurt AS MUCH" comment as he was starting to
finger my hole.  Mike noticed and pushed one finger slowly  into my asshole. He
looked at me and said, "That doesn't hurt, does it."   As he moved his finger in
and out, I realized that it didn't, but it also wasn't as huge as his dick.  Mike
worked in another finger, stretching me abit more.  It was starting to get
uncomfortable, and he pulled out suddenly. Mike got up and moved around me
kneeling above my head facing my feet. The lube made my ass cold, and I tried to
pull the skirt down.  My positioned himself with his cock above my mouth, and
leaning over pulled my legs apart again.   I started sucking his cock again, and
he continued to play with my ass, warming me up as soon as he touched me. Mike
got three fingers in me and was rubbing my dick while I sucked him. I was able to
take most of it from this position, and his fingers massaging my prostate had me
crazy.   Mike stood up, and grabbed me by the hips, rolling me over.  He lubed up
his cock, and pulled me up towards him, pushing the skirt up above my ass.   Mike
positioned his cock at my asshole, and leaned forward, pushing his head into my
ass. Despite the fingerwork and lube, it hurt.  I started to yell and asked him
to take it out, but he held me, and pushed a couple inches further. He told me to
relax, and the pain would go away.  He slowly leaned towards me, pushing in inch
after inch.  As a got used to it, the pain did subside.  Mike would work in a
litle, then just hold it there, until he was about 6" in.  He moved in and out
slowly, not going past that point.   I was shocked,as it turned from pain to this
feeling I couldn't describe.  Mike pulled almost all the way out, then holding me
tightly shoved his full 9" into me.   Again it hurt, but Mike laid completely on
top of me, with his muscular legs forcing mine wide apart, and his hands working
my nipples.   He kissed the back of my neck, then started moving his cock in and
out.  I started moving my hips with him, being driven wild by his cock against my
prostate.   My cock was being moved against the couch, and Mike was still working
my tits and whispering in my ear about being his baby and dreaming of fucking me.
  Mike shifted us to our sides, and laying behind me, lifted my leg and continued
his assault.  He started kissing me again, driving me to a frenzy.   His
breathing was getting heavier, and I was he grabbed my cock, jerking it to his
rythm.   Mike whispered "I'm gonna fill your ass, and then you are mine"   As
soon as he said that, my balls tightened and I shot my load across the table. 
Mike moaned and I could feel the warm jism shooting into me.   Mike kept
thrusting, and came again, filling me with his hot loads.   He collapsed on top
of me, with his cock still shoved all the way in.  We stayed there for minutes
without speaking.   I still couldn't figure out how I went from being a naive kid
in a costume to having a huge black dick fill my ass with cum.   But I felt good
in Mike's arms.   After what seemed like an hour, Mike kissed me and said "Man,
that was the best fuck I ever had.   I've dreamed of filling your ass for three
years, and now it's mine".  His cock was still in me, although not as hard.  I
could feel some cum running down my ass.   I started running my hand on his
muscular thigh, as his hands moved all over me.   We were lost in each other, so
much so that we didn't notice Wayne standing there.    We were both startled when
he yelled "Damn, you did fuck that white boy"......