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... the closed door of my room and wonder what was happening in the silence. He was insatiable. I don't think any 13 year old boy ever had what he had won: a little white cocksucker all his own just a few doors away. But he wanted more; it wasn't enough that he had broken me - he kept looking for more torments, for new undefiled parts of me that he could stomp on. And so there came a day when he wasn't alone downstairs. I pushed open the lobby door and he was standing there with another boy, one of the crowd of foul-mouthed toughs he smoked grass with on the corner. The kid was tall and skinny and much blacker than Kyle; He had big, wide lips and a huge afro with his comb propped up in the back. Maybe they were just talking, I hoped -- maybe Kyle wasn't waiting for me. So I walked past them, until I heard: "Where the fuck you think you're going?" Kyle took me into the stairwell. He wanted to do me right there, right in front of his friend, and never mind that the stairs were used frequently by residents. Kyle unzipped himself while his friend watched. His friend kept looking at the door, seeming as uncertain, as unsure about this as I did -- at least until he saw me start in on Kyle. Once he saw that, once he saw Kyle stuff that black thing into my mouth the boy's look of hesitation disappeared and it was replaced by a lecherous grin. "Jesus . . ." the boy said and he reached into his pants and pulled his thing out. I looked at it out of the corner of my eye. It was a sleek, ...

... jet black hammer with a huge, very pink head, and he started rubbing it even before it was completely out of his pants. Kyle took his time. He always did, but now he seemed almost . . . lazy about it. Cool about it, like he was, well . . . entitled to this. But this other kid -- he was like a rabid animal, so excited at what he was seeing, so charged with the thought of really putting his meat to a white boy that he couldn't hold back. I was sliding my lips up and down Kyle's prick even as I knew this other kid wouldn't be able to wait. I flicked my eyes up to his face, and I recognized the glassy, distracted look of a boy that was about to shoot -- by then I knew the signs quite well. Sure enough, he unloaded on me - a thick streamer of seed flew across my face and into my eyes. "Oh, Fuck!" he said. And Kyle, so cool, so casual up to now got carried away himself - thrilled with the way I winced when that stuff flew into my eyes. Suddenly he grabbed my face with both hands, he gave a big long heave into me, and blew himself off in the back of my throat. And so I was a cocksucker, a faggot that looked at other boys with sneaky, furtive eyes. I'd walk in my neighborhood and sneak peeks at the shirtless black kids in basketball courts, watching the way the sun and sweat highlighted their tight, athletic bodies. I watched the way they moved, and most of all I watched their eyes, looking for the signs of what I liked - a boy with big balls. And there were so many of them! I'd walk ...