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State or Country. Do NOT read this if you are easily offended or if 
you are not interested in fantasies involving young boys. This file 
contains sexually EXPLICIT material.

This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. 
Agatha Christie wrote about murderers all her life. She was not a 
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story codes: (t/b  – mast oral anal interr sub)   
style: contemporary


EIGHT AND BULLIED   by DEBONAIR


   The first time, it happened at school. I had stayed over after 
class to finish my homework. A sudden urge to pee disrupted my plans.
It was often the case at eight-years-old. Taking to my feet, I ran as 
best I could on my clumsy toothpick legs, now even more uncooperative
because of the effort required to maintain the excess fluid in my 
bloated bladder.

When I burst inside the toilets, he was already standing there, 
smoking a cigarette, indifferent to the stench of bleach – Javion, 
the only black kid at my elementary school. I did not really know the
boy since he was from the sixth grade. As a general rule, I avoided 
big kids. Especially those that scared me like Javion. There was a 
malicious glow in the black boy’s eyes and his arrogant demeanor 
suggested a precocious maturity. The frizzy hair atop his head 
presented shaved lines on each side and a silver ring shone on one of 
his ear lobes. At thirteen, Javion had surely flunked a grade and 
thus was a ‘bad’ boy in my opinion.

Normally, I would have spun around in my little sandals seeing the 
tall kid, but the need to tinkle was too urgent. I selected a urinal
and relieved the pressure while Javion took the last few drags of 
his cigarette. As soon as I pulled my shorts up, the black teen 
grabbed me by the collar and lifted me off the floor like a sack of 
potatoes.

"Gimme yer money!" he yelled. "You got some, right? Momma’s boys like
yo, deay aways git an alloowance."

"My-my mo-mother doesn’t give me anything." I stammered bleakly.

Instinctively, my little fingers probed my shorts pockets seeking
something of value.

"Wat yo got in yer pockets?" Javion inquired. "Whatcha hidin?"

"Gumballs." I showed him stupidly.

Displeased, the athletic boy pulled me to a stall delivering a series
of whacks behind my head. The teenager’s strong hand pushed me on the
toilet bowl. A mixture of terror and fascination overwhelmed me. All
my friends were white and gentle. The confidence of the black boy 
impressed me. Javion sported an evil grin, towering over me in a 
trendy tracksuit. I wondered why he desperately needed to get his 
hands on pocket change?

"Ever did a blowjob?" Javion said with a mellow tone.

"Huh?"

"I betcha already done it. Lil’ white sissies they love to suck dicks, 
specially black dicks. Are you a fairy faggot? "

"No."

"Well, if yo ain’t got any money, yo hafta suck my dick." Javion 
asserted. "Pull down mah pants. Ah can see it in yo eyes dat you 
wanna!"

The statement was not entirely false. I had never been close to
someone as bold and virile, neither someone who talked about sex 
stuff so openly. The idea of submitting to him did not seem shameful, 
even curiously enticing. Anyway, I didn’t see how I could get passed 
the boy’s dominance. Sometimes, the young teen extended a devastating
slap to my cheek out of the blue, confirming that he had the upper 
hand at the time. Without the stature to defend myself, no alternative 
came to my mind on the spur of the moment.

"Go awn! Watcha waitin’ fawr?" Javion grew impatient.

My little fingers trembled a bit when I tugged on the jogging pants,
then the skimpy red underpants. As I suspected, Javion owned an 
impressive pair of balls. A tuft of curly black hair as dark as his
skin covered the pubic mound. In the middle, a plump and half-rigid 
penis hung low. To my eyes, a huge appendage, with a circumcised head
brown and satiny.

Javion brandished his dick at my chin. With his free hand, he pulled
my blond head towards his crotch to get me to gobble it up. "Open 
wide!" he said. Soon, it was sliding between my lips. Everything 
had happened so fast. One moment, I was quietly doing my homework, 
the other I had the penis of a thirteen-year-old boy in my mouth!

Javion swung his pelvis. He pushed his cock and slammed my head down 
on it at the same time, muttering, "Mmmm yeah, dat’s it, suck my dick
… You like that, huh? Lil’ cocksucker..."

The teenage prick stretched my thin lips and invaded my throat. I 
choked on the mass when it blocked the air from passing. Javion’s 
aggressiveness annoyed me. Deploying the weak muscles of my arms, I 
managed to push the tall kid away and holler, "Quit it! I’m gonna do 
it alone!"

I grabbed his erection and continued to suck, now aware of how to do
it. Javion placed his hands akimbo on his hips. While I sucked him,
he glared down at me, licking his fleshy lips, the white of his eyes 
twinkling. Spontaneous moans escaped his mouth whenever the pleasure 
rose. 

"Ohhhh justa lil’ more..." he sighed after a few minutes.

The announcement comforted me. I was beginning to get tired bobbing
my head to slurp the entire length of the large lollipop. Suddenly, 
Javion backed his bubble butt away and his dick popped out. I froze
on the spot when I saw the white cream gushing out of his penis. I 
sat there on the toilet bowl, mesmerized by the sauce spurting
all over my face, listening to Javion rejoice, "Orhhhh yeah! Orhhh 
yessss!" 


* *

I thought the aggression would be a unique occurrence. I was naive. 
Javion had recognized in me an ideal prey: a skinny kid, respectful
of his elders and so reserved that he would never dare to bother 
anyone with embarrassing stories of physical and sexual abuse.

At school, whenever I encountered my tyrant, I got attacked. It always 
happened in front of his bully friends. The black teen kicked my 
ankles and slapped my face. He called me a 'momma’s boy', ‘sissy’
or 'fairy'. The others laughed admiring the stranglehold of their 
leader on me. I suppressed my tears to preserve some dignity.

At least twice a week, Javion handed me a note in the stairwell. He 
summoned me after class in the wooded area next to the school yard. 
I showed up, knowing I would be beaten if I did not.

In the shade of trees and bushes, Javion lowered my shorts and undies. 
His brown hands groped my little white ass. They fondled my balls and 
willy. I got a boner being touched that way, in a manner so furtive 
and lustful. Javion scanned the surroundings. Quickly, he dropped
his pants.

"Noboday here," he whispered. "Suck my dick, lil' fairy."

Knees digging in the damp earth, I grabbed the teen’s big ballbag. 
His dick was already majestically erect. Six inches of rigid and 
throbbing black meat. I opened my mouth and clamped my lips on it. 
The clandestine nature of the encounter required that I operate 
quickly. I pumped the shaft immediately, my mouth sucking fast with 
childish energy.

"Damn dat feels goooood," Javion said, pulling my blond head to his 
groin. "Ohhh yessss, right dawn to da balls..."

His dark face lit up with beaming grimaces as he savored the pleasure
of being served by a docile small white boy. I slid my lips on the
hard piece of flesh a while. Then, I focused on the head, licking it 
with the tip of my tongue and suckling. I listened closely to the 
lascivious moans of the black boy, hoping he would cum soon. A 
sentiment of pride consoled me when his dick juice erupted in my mouth. 
I spat the load and we parted, raising our pants fast. Javion threw 
me a menacing look to remind me there would be consequences if I 
didn't keep the secret.

I would like to say that I became brave eventually. That I stood up 
to him or better yet, learned to defend myself by taking karate courses
or whatever. But I did not. For many weeks I was Javion's slave. I 
jerked him off or relieved him of the relentless sexual impulses of 
puberty with my mouth.

Unlike other bullied children, I didn't feel any unduly pressure. 
These lessons of life and sex excited me. Every night in my bed, 
the memories of the obscene things that the black boy had forced me 
to do, hardened my small penis. I snuck my hand in my pajamas' pants.
My fingers played with my smooth balls and gripped my stiffy. I 
masturbated at a sustained pace, grateful that I'd met Javion and
learnt how to do it. My young body felt so alive from the surge of
physical delights. The increasing pleasure stiffened my legs and my
feet. I tugged on my tiny pecker faster until a sudden dry orgasm 
made me shiver and a squeaky chirp came out of my throat.


* * *
 
Over time the balance in our relationship changed. I went from
consenting victim to more like a pal for Javion. After all, we knew
each other intimately. Our meetings happened discreetly. We played 
together in parks outside the neighbourhood or rode our bikes on
secluded trails. Javion did not want to be seen in the company of
a puny eight-year-old white kid. He invited me to his home only when
his parents were not there.

The apartment was situated above a sex shop with tinted windows in
a dingy mall. Javion seemed more relaxed in the privacy of his 
bedroom. While we played video games, he revealed himself, admitting
his academic difficulties and feeling bad for his mood swings. "Ah'm
sorree I beat you up," he'd say. "Ah promise ah won't do it again." 

I also found out that he had two lesbian mothers, one black and the 
other white. They were the joint owners of the sex shop on the
first floor.

One day Javion showed me the toy chest in their bedroom. It contained 
lingerie and leather bras. Also, handcuffs and many colorful 
imitations of big penises made of latex. The young teen enjoyed 
unveiling the usage of the sex toys, feasting on my reactions of 
shock and surprise.

"Dis izz to whip da butt!" he explained, waving a short wand with
many leather strips.

"Ohhh," I exclaimed. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts nice, my momma Sharon says..."

A pink thing in the mountain of toys caught my attention. It was a 
long ribbed tube. "What's this?" I asked my expert host.

"A vibrator. Wait, Ah'll show yo!" he blurted out and proceeded to 
undress. First, he took off his tracksuit, then his white socks and 
underwear. I had never seen him completely nude before. He was
beautiful, perched on long smooth legs. The curves of his young 
muscles were well defined under his chocolate-colored skin. On his 
chiseled chest, the navel protruded like a button. When he moved, his 
heavy balls and dick waltzed between his thighs. His whole body 
exuded a magnetism and the vanity of a boy much older than thirteen.

Javion applied a layer of jelly on the pink thing. Then, he lay on 
his side, raising his leg up a bit. I examined the demonstration, 
sitting Indian style, my dickie stiff and my little eyes glued on 
the round black buns where the boy was trying to bury the large tube.
Wincing, Javion pressed the tip of the vibrator directly over his
asshole. I saw it enter. "Orrhhh, you gotta do it slow." he remarked,
chewing his lower lip.

Half-way in, Javion got on all four like a dog. He triggered the 
vibration mode with his fingertips. The large cylinder embedded in 
his butt hole began to buzz. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight 
of him, wiggling his rump with half of the pink tube sticking out of 
his black ass. "Ohhhhh, fawk dat's nice! Fawk dat's nice!" he 
repeated, jerking his dick.

It had become hard as soon as he'd turned on the vibrator. From my 
position I could see the dark ring of his anus around the pink 
plastic. And between his thighs, his frantic hand tugging on his 
erection. "Come here, gimme a blowjob." he called me.

I crawled under his taut belly. The circumcised glans of his penis
looked like a big caramel mushroom. I suckled it a while then moved
forward to get more of his dick in my mouth. A sticky sweet syrup
flowed constantly on my tongue. While I sucked his penis, I felt 
the vibration of the buzzing toy on the circumference of my lips. A 
mouth massage that was not unpleasant.

Javion raved in the ecstasy of the double stimulation. "Damn, dat's
sooo good! My cock's so hard. Oh daaaaamn! Ah'm gonna bust my nuts!"

All of a sudden, his hand yanked a handful of my blond hair. He 
shoved his dick down my throat yelling, "Swallow! Quick! Swallow
or it's gonna shoot allo'er da carpet!"

I attempted to slip away, but in vain. My head was skewered on his
hard cock. The blasts of semen exploded directly into my throat. I
gulped it all down, for the first time, quickly, afraid to make a 
mess at his home.


* * * *

The chest of toys never lost its appeal when I went at Javion's
apartment. I pestered him to explain to me what sensation was 
supposed to be derived from one or the other objects. "Wanna try?" he 
asked me one day.

Since these toys were obviously forbidden to children, my interest 
was all the more aroused. I immediately stripped naked, my skinny 
hairless body receptive to the experience. Javion squirted some
transparent jelly in the crack of my butt. With the tip of his index,
he smeared the slimy substance around my poop hole. I cringed when his 
fingers began to probe my anus. However, my dickie appreciated the
intrusion and stiffened.

Javion fished out a string from the chest of toys. On every inch  
of it, there was a little white ball. "These are Geisha beads." he
pointed out before putting the first one in my lubricated hole. Then 
came the second one, and the next. Whenever a bead entered my hole, I 
cooed because a small current of pleasure tingled on the tip of my
boner.

When Javion had finished, I spun my head around and chuckled, seeing 
that the necklace had disappeared entirely in my behind. "Close your 
eyes." Javion ordered. Then slowly, he pulled on the end of the 
string. The beads that came out of me distended the tight ring of my
anus deliciously. With his left hand, Javion tenderly fondled my
stiffy at the same time.

"Hmmm here's anotha one," he announced like an anchorman. "And dis 
izz number five!"

I felt so naughty, naked on my knees with the big black boy who 
was playing with my ass and my willy. After the ejection of the last
bead, I wanted to start all over again.

"So, did you like it?" Javion asked.

"Uh-uh." I smiled sheepishly.

"I know somethin u're gonn realee diggg now!" he replied, lowering 
his jogging pants and underwear.

Before I could even understand what was happening, I felt the tip of
his dick poke my anus. Since it had been loosened by the previous 
game, it offered less resistance. Suddenly, Javion's hard-on slipped
inside me. My limbs went numb as if I'd been struck by lightning.
Javion grabbed me by the waist and started swaying his hips. The 
pain of the hard rod going in and out of my rectum made me dizzy. 
"It hurts!" I protested. "Owww! Stop Javion! Owwww!"

"Wait a bit, u'll see, it gets fine afterwards." he reassured me.

For a while, I only felt the burning pain of my poor little asshole 
outraged to be invaded by this big teen cock. Then it gradually
subsided. Javion took his ease and fucked me more vigorously. When 
my lamentations became too plaintive, he fiddled with my stiffy in 
order to give me some pleasure.

After long minutes, my toes unclenched. I played with by boner while
Javion pushed his dick in my butt. He kissed my neck and said "It 
doesn't hurt anymore, huh? Ah tol' yo so..."

"Uh-uh."

"You like it in the ass, huh?"

Words failed me. I did not know exactly what we were doing and simply 
replied, "Yes."

His hands went up on my back and gripped my armpits sensuously. He 
pinned my shoulders to the floor continuing to fill me up with his 
swollen cock in long measured strokes. I was on my knees, my little
butt raised up, totally possessed. "Hmmm it's so fine like dis..." 
Javion whispered in my ear.

I remained silent, not wanting to flatter his ego by confessing I 
loved feeling his dick slide between my buttocks and plunge inside me 
so hard and hot. Javion increased the firmness of his thrusts since
I wasn't complaining. My tiny pucker opened obediently to help him 
out. I moaned louder and louder each time his cock stabbed me, 
"Unggh! Unggghh! UNNNNGGGH"

"Uh yeah! Uh yeah!" Javion sang.
  
The brutality of the black teenager reached its peak. He did not care
that I was a delicate little boy. His long grasshopper legs allowed 
him to pump my ass with rapid and powerful lunges. And he took
advantage of that, pounding my butt while I bawled like a little 
girl, "OOOOOH! OOOOOOHH! OOOOOOH!"

The full length of his dick plowed in my rectum. His balls bounced
on my ass like they were ping pong balls. With my cheek and my
shoulders pinned down on the carpet, I drooled as he banged my butt 
roughly.

As soon as I felt his cock pulsate and shoot inside me, I got off. My 
little cries of ecstasy filled the room. Javion was still gripping 
me by the armpits. The violent spasms of his orgasm shook me and I
loved it, feeling almost like being a part of him as he came.


* * * * *

Javion never did show sensitivity or compassion towards me. There 
was no hope of changing him. It was in his nature. He was a bad boy. 
And that was probably the reason I did not want our friendship to end, 
even after my harsh deflowering. I liked his masculinity and being 
dominated. I liked seeing his big black dick soft and hard. Above all, 
I enjoyed noticing in his sly eyes, the carnivorous appetite for the
vulnerable eight-year-old lamb that I was.
   
I returned to his home a lot, even though I knew I would have to suck 
his dick and 'take it up the butt', as he referred to it. It did not
dampen my enthusiasm to be with him at all. The raw sexuality that 
the young teen taught me brought me delicious vertigo and multiple 
orgasms.

Javion used the various items of the toy chest to intensify the
physical pleasures. A vibrator on my nipples. Warming massage oil
on my balls. Dildos of different textures and dimensions in my anus.
I squealed with joy discovering each new sensation of pain or 
pleasure. I was a sexually fulfilled child.

On every occasion, Javion slapped the handcuffs on my wrists. He bent
me over the bed. I waited patiently in this submissive position. 
"Ah'll do real good dis time." he said, stroking his hard-on with oil.

I felt the rigid mass of his dick sink into my anus and immediately, 
the black teen pumped my butt with jerky thrusts. During the long 
sodomy, I remained tensed, on the tip of the toes. I bit the bed 
sheets. My stiff dickie rubbed pleasantly on the fabric with every 
jolt of the coupling. Javion increased the cadence until he was using 
my little ass like a trampoline, ranting "Oh fawk! Yesss! Orrh dat's 
fine! Oh damn it's so tight and hot doin it in yer lil' butt!"

I squealed, "Ohh Javion! Unnggh! Javion!" feeling his cock ramming
at a frantic speed in my hole. My climax ensued as he lodged his
erection deeply in my bowel to abruptly spill a huge load of hot 
spunk.


* * * * * *

At the end of the school year, Javion passed the final exam. He
graduated and went to another school. We didn't see each other 
anymore. I kept a happy memory of my bully. He certainly had not been
the ideal mate for an eight-year-old kid but I missed him some days.
Long after our separation, it still amazed me how he had been right 
about me at first glance. I was indeed gay and loved dicks. 
Especially black dicks.

THE END.