BLACKED High School - Chapter 5
BLACKED High School - Chapter 5
Author: BLACKED_boi
Chapter 5 : Cribs
The walk out from their sex-ed class is silent and awkward. Neither Austin nor Terry know how to bring up the topic of what had transpired near the end of the lesson.
Terry suggests that they go to the dining hall together to grab some food before heading back to their respective dormitories and Austin quietly accepts the offer.
They walk down the hallways side by side, and Austin just about works up the courage to explain his actions when they see a large black man hooking up a monitor high on the wall. Similar monitors have been spread out along all the hallways. Curiously, Terry approaches the worker. “‘Scuse me, sir. What are those TVs that you’re puttin’ up for?”
The big black man climbs down the ladder he was standing on and brushes his hands off on his uniform. “New tech courtesy of the Blacked Entertainment Network.” He taps the B.E.N. logo on his lapel. “The chat log from the ‘Blacked: BBC High’ stream will be displayed on all of these. That way you kids can see what people are saying about you in real time! Pretty neat, huh?”
The man tips his cap so that he can peer up at the monitor as he flicks the power button. Instantly, the screen is flooded with comments from viewers watching around the world.
QoS93: i wish the black kid would take out that gorgeeous cock of his again……
Tinkerballs: this is bullshit dude. the resolution on my monitor isnt gud enough to see acorns dick. they need to zoom in more!!
SBunnyMummy: Oh, little Austin is so sweet! He reminds me of my son when he was that age! Can’t wait to see the little darling get cuckolded for the first time <3
Blk-king:
[Whiteboi6969 donated $1500.00!] fuccck, take my whole paycheck this is so hot~ Please make fun of the white kids clit some more, I’m really close!
LeeroyJenk: show feet
Austin turns away from the monitor with an offended blush, angrily marching down the hall as his bare bum jiggles. At this point, he hardly notices the nudity anymore unless someone pointedly draws attention to it.
Terry easily catches up to Austin in two strides thanks to his much longer legs. “Whoa, chill! What’s the matter, Acorn?”
Turning to face his friend with an adorable huff, Austin crosses his arms frustratedly. “I’m not a cuck! I wish everyone would just stop saying that!”
Holding his hands up placatingly, Terry slowly moves forward and places a comforting hand down on Austin’s head. “If you say you’re not a cuck, then you ain’t a cuck, man. I believe you…”
Embarrassingly, Austin feels tears start to well up in his eyes but he blinks them away before the drones can get footage of him crying. “It’s just…” His voice catches and he quickly wipes at his eyes. “It’s like…My heart doesn’t want me to get cucked, but my peepee does! All that stuff I said at the end of class? I swear I didn’t mean it! I only said that because I was excited! Please, don’t take Nancy away from me, Terry…”
A large finger holds Austin under his quivering chin and tilts his head up. Terry looks him straight in the eyes. “I swear that I will never do anything that you don’t want me to do. Okay? I promise. If you don’t want to be a cuck, then we’ll work together to figure out a way to get rid of the urge.”
A big strong capable guy like Terry promising that he would help Austin overcome his cuckold instincts was such a relief.
Unable to hold himself back, Austin flings his spindly arms around Terry’s waist and hugs him tight. The black boy is so much taller than him that Austin’s cheek is mushed into his abdomen and Terry’s big bulge is pressed against the whiteboi’s torso.
“Thank you so much…Nobody has ever been this nice to me before…” Austin murmurs into Terry’s shirt.
Terry reassures him that he’s happy to help and throws an arm around the boi’s shoulders as they enter the dining hall together.
Guiding Austin over to a table filled with Terry’s friends, the black boy seats Austin down at the end of the bench, sitting next to him almost protectively.
“But where do we get the food?” Austin asks, looking around for some sort of kitchen.
“I forgot you missed dinner yesterday,” Terry chuckles, looking over at the wall. “Just give it a second.”
Austin almost jolts out of his seat when a robotic female voice speaks up from a speaker in the side of their table. “Black male detected. Whiteboi detected.”
A panel in the wall at the end of the table opens up and Austin watches in astonishment as two trays begin rolling down the centre of the table on a conveyor belt. The pastel pink tray of food stops in front of Austin, whereas Terry is given a black tray.
Austin frowns at the differences between their meals. Terry has been given a t-bone steak, mashed potatoes with gravy and what looks to be a protein shake.
The pink tray in front of Austin has a carton of soy milk, a cup of fruit, some green beans, almonds and a small salad. The salad is doused in a thick white substance, so Austin assumes it must be caesar.
“How come you get better stuff?” Austin sulks, poking at his salad with his plastic fork while Terry picks up his silverware.
It’s the AI in the table that responds before Terry can even open his mouth. “If a whiteboi were to ingest a black male’s meal, it would surely upset his tummy. Should you attempt to trade foods, you will be punished.”
Terry shrugs apologetically and begins cutting into his meat.
“Fuck you doin ’in my seat, pimpledick?” A voice growls to his left, causing Austin to jump to his feet in fear.
When he turns around he’s confronted with a stocky black boy in a letterman jacket. The guy is only a few inches shorter than Terry but he’s built a bit wider. He also looks like he’s about one second away from socking the whiteboi, so Austin moves to flee from him. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t—I didn’t know! I’ll go—“
Terry’s hand grips Austin by the shoulder and gently forces him back down into the seat. “You don’t have to go anywhere…” Terry glares up at the other black boy. “The hell’s your problem, Dante?”
Dante spreads his arms disbelievingly, as if Terry is being unreasonable. “My problem? My problem is this little bitch is sitting in my spot!”
“Just sit on my right, nigga! What’s the big deal?” Terry stands up and glares at Dante.
“Ever since we was babies I been sittin’ on your left,” Dante scowls, flicking his gaze down to Austin. “You spend one day with your new pet whiteboi and that means nothin’ all of a sudden?”
Terry shakes his head and moves closer. “It’s not that deep, bruh. Just sit on my right and get over it.”
Dante doesn’t back down, he moves forwards to square up with his friend. “Maybe I lay you out — take your seat. Since this shit don’t matter apparently…”
Towering over the other black boy, Terry glares down at him, quickly losing his composure. “You really want to do this? How you think that’s gonna turn out for you?”
The shorter black boy seems to consider this for a moment before scoffing and pushing past Terry’s shoulder. Before he walks away, he turns back to point at Terry. “I’m goin’ back to the dorm right now and I’m moving my shit to a different room! Have fun bein’ alone for the next five years, Judas!”
Dante trudges out of the room and Terry stares after him for a moment before shaking his head and sitting back down.
Terry must notice how shaken up Austin is because he’s quick to reassure him. “Don’t worry about Dante. He’s all talk. His pops died when he was young, so mine kind of unofficially took him in. He gets mad jealous when I make new friends…He’ll get over it.”
Austin nods shakily before registering the wetness on his thighs. When he looks down he sees that his dinkie is twitching and dribbling precum down his leg. He doesn’t know why but seeing Terry lock horns with Dante had been sort of exhilarating.
He frantically swipes a magenta napkin from his food tray and holds it over his peepee until it calms down and goes limp.
The rest of their meal goes by without a hitch and Austin finds himself relaxing more and more in Terry’s company. Turns out, they like many of the same movies and video games! They’re both eager to see what kinds of new media they’ll be able to experience now that their lives aren’t being sheltered from the outside world anymore.
Austin is about to wave goodbye to Terry and head over to the whiteboi dormitory when, as if sensing his thoughts, Headmistress Snow appears before him.
“Mr Ivory. I regret to inform you there has been a small mishap,” she states, looking down at him through her aviators.
“Wh-What is it?”
“Just before the school year commenced, the board had some renovations done in the students’ living quarters.” Snow idly smacks her riding crop into her palm as she speaks. “There was an error made by the workers. They had accidentally built rooms for ninety-nine whitebois, and one-hundred and one black boys.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“Use your head, boi!” Snow scowls, cracking her riding crop threateningly. “It means that one whiteboi must live in the black boy’s dormitory for the duration of their BBC High career. Seeing as you were unconscious yesterday when rooms were being picked out, you’ll be the one living with the black boys.”
Austin is so taken aback by the news that he doesn’t notice Terry pumping his arm excitedly. The headmistress does, however, and shoots a discreet wink over to the now blushing Terry. “That will be all,” she states, turning away.
Staring off into the distance, Austin gulps. “They’re going to eat me alive…”
Terry happily rushes over and starts pulling him along to the black dormitory. “No way, dude! Most of us just want to be friends with you guys! There’s a couple of people like Dante, but they won’t do shit to you because they know I’d beat their asses!”
His friends happiness is sort of infectious, and Austin feels a hopeful grin bloom on his face. “Really? They want to be friends with me?”
“Yeah!” Terry beams, performing an endearing hop down a flight of stairs in his excitement. “Oh man! With Dante throwing a tantrum you can move in with me now! It’ll be so much fun! Like a year round sleepover!”
Austin is too delicate and unathletic to hop the stairs, so he just giggles and quickly skips down them, making his little twig and berries bounce around.
Maybe it won’t be so bad after all! Terry is a great guy and Austin sure would feel safe rooming with him.
They soon reach their destination and Terry smiles, holding the door open for him. Austin thanks him and enters his new dormitory.
And stops dead in his tracks at the dozens of black boys walking around the common room naked.
Each and every dark-skinned youth has forgone all of their clothing — hanging out, playing games, watching TV and chatting while completely nude.
Austin’s jaw drops at the sight of all the muscular twelve-year olds walking about with their prodigious cocks swinging around freely. The length varies, but Austin can’t spot a single one that isn’t in the double-digits of inches.
Speaking of double-digits, a familiar fifteen inch BBC enters his peripheral vision and Austin turns to face Terry who is in the process of shucking his uniform off as well.
At Austin’s tomato-red face, Terry feels the need to explain things. “Hope you don’t mind, but when it’s just us guys in private, we prefer to chill naked. Our cocks are so big that most clothes feel very restrictive…It’s just way more comfortable this way.”
The whiteboi nods shakily, willing his wiener to stop leaking like a busted faucet. “I g-get it. It’s cool…”
Terry smiles gratefully at Austin’s understanding attitude and has an idea to make the boi feel more included. “You should strip too!”
“Wh-What?!”
Terry shrugs, gesturing down at Austin’s bare lower half. “You’ve already got the fun bits out, right? May as well take the shirt and stockings off too!”
Austin can see the reasoning…It’d almost be more weird if he only kept the shirt and socks on…And the idea of ‘being one of the guys’ makes him want to fit in.
Shyly, Austin strips naked and places his folded clothes and shoes into a nearby empty locker. The only thing he has on is the choker — he doesn’t dare try to pry it off in fear of getting zapped for his troubles.
“Everybody!” Terry shouts, drawing the attention of their peers. “You already know Acorn! He’s gonna be staying here with us. Now, if I hear any of you are disrespecting him — you may as well be dissing me. Get me?”
There’s a chorus of agreements from the naked black boys, save for Dante who scowls at them from his seat near the fireplace.
Wanting to make a good first impression, many of the black boys crowd around Austin to introduce themselves. Because of the stark difference in heights, Austin soon finds himself completely surrounded by giant black cocks directly at his eye level.
The circle of black boys are pressed so close to him that he can feel their gigantic members brushing against him from all sides. At one point he think he even feels a shaft bounce between his plump bumcheeks.
Austin is overwhelmed by these sensations. His mind unwittingly conjures up the image of Nancy being drowned in a sea of BBCs like this and Austin’s hips begin thrusting against his will.
Terry spots the impending sissygasm and hastens to pull Austin away from the group. Looking for some excuse to drag the boi away, Terry pulls him over to the exercise room. “Check it out, Acorn! Pretty great, right?”
Austin looks around the room, breathing heavily as his weewee calms down. All of the weights and equipment were…kind of intimidating. The most exercise he and his friends had ever done at Whiteboy Elementary School was just…kind of aimlessly jog around.
Wanting to show off some of the gear to his friend, Terry plops down on the benchpress and lays down, causing his massive cock to flop heavily against his abdomen.
The whiteboi is about to warn Terry that the barbell is loaded with what looks to be four-hundred pounds when, to his amazement, his friend effortlessly bangs out ten reps!
Austin hops in place and claps excitedly. Terry was like Superman!
Terry straightens up, feeling pretty chuffed with his tiny friend’s reaction. “You wanna try?”
Immediately sobering, Austin waves his hands in front of him. “No way! It’d kill me!”
Chuckling, Terry removes all the weights from the benchpress. “I wasn’t gonna start you off with four-hundred pounds, bruh. Just try lifting the bar on its own for now. Without any weights on it, I think it only weighs forty pounds.”
Puffing his flat chest out, Austin determinedly lays prone on the bench and grips the empty bar. Forty pounds doesn’t sound so bad!
He hesitates when he sees a drone hovering nearby, streaming his actions. Austin sighs. “They even record us in our dormitories?”
Terry shrugs, swatting the drone away. The machine easily readjusts in mid-air and goes right back to filming Austin. “Just pretend they aren’t there.”
Austin nods and pushes up with all his might. The bar doesn’t even budge.
Taking a deep breath, Austin tries again, straining himself with how hard he’s pushing. His legs are kicking with exertion before Terry stops him. “Here, I’ll spot you!”
The black boy stands right behind Austin’s head on the bench and grips the centre of the bar with one hand. The new position causes his cock to be draped across Austin’s face, but the boi feels it would be impolite to ask him to move it while Terry is going out of his way to help him.
This time, the whiteboi easily benches the barbell! “Look, Terry! I’m doing it!” he exclaims, his voice slightly muffled by Terry’s shaft.
“I know! That’s a great start, Acorn!” Terry is doing one-hundred percent of the lifting, essentially doing bicep curls with the bar. But he lets Acorn believe otherwise. The poor boi could use the confidence boost.
After doing ten ‘reps’ of his own, Austin hops off the bench, his frail body glistening with sweat. “Thanks, Terry! You’re the best!”
Terry grins and ruffles the boi’s damp hair. “You worked up a great sweat, Acorn! How about we go hit the showers?”
“Okay!”
His muscular friend guides him to the showers. Terry informs him on the way that the bathrooms and showers connect the black dormitory to the whitebois. The thought soothes Austin. Being among other whitebois for a bit will help him calm his nerves.
The showers are very spacious and clean, which Austin appreciates. He gazes around the white-tiled room, looking at the various naked whitebois and black boys as they go about their business. Austin blushes heavily at the way all the minuscule white peepees pale in comparison to the wet, swaying BBCs. Seeing them all together like this really drives home their differences…
His brow furrows when he spots a group of students crowding around a mirror at the far end of the showers. “What’re they doing?”
Terry laughs and pats him on his bubblebutt. “Go see for yourself. Enjoy…”
As Austin scampers closer to the mirror, he realizes that it isn’t a mirror at all! It’s a giant window spanning the full length of the back wall!
And on the other side is the girl’s shower!
Austin hurries over, almost slipping in his excitement, to press up against the foggy glass.
On the other side of the window he sees his first ever naked white girl — dozens of them in fact!
He drops to his knees and lets out a feminine gasp as his peewee begins spurting cummies against the glass. Several of the nude white girls point at him and laugh, which only makes him squirt harder.
He scoots forward on his knees, humping his dinky up against the glass for some much-needed friction. This angles his dick up, causing his jizz to shoot up under his own chin, but he doesn’t even care anymore. He’ll be able to shower it off anyway.
Most of the twelve-year old white girls are preoccupied under the shower-heads as they bathe themselves. However, a couple are bold enough to stand in front of the glass rubbing at their little titties and waving their butts teasingly.
All of the girls showing off their stuff happen to be stood in front of the black boys on the opposite side of the window.
The black boys unabashedly hold eye contact with the girls, languidly stroking their godly meat. Many whitebois like Austin are frantically rubbing at their babydicks, cumming against the glass.
One such whiteboi is Kyle. Kyle is using THREE fingers to tug at his peepee, the arrogant jerk! One thing Austin notices about Kyle’s privates is that, while very long for a whiteboi at three inches, his penis is also very thin. It’s the very definition of a pencil dick and it gives Austin a small feeling of satisfaction.
Seeing his former best friend who had abandoned him in his time of need is enough to stop Austin’s climax. He stands back up on wobbly legs and returns to Terry before Kyle can notice him.
He’s about to step underneath a shower when Terry beckons him over to join him in his. “C’mere, Acorn! I’ll get your back for you!”
Austin nods and presses close to Terry’s wet body. The shower stall they’re in doesn’t have a lot of room, so they frequently bump into each other as they wash their bodies.
The feeling of Terry’s big masculine hands soaping up his butt and massaging shampoo into his scalp makes Austin sigh in pleasure and soon he feels something big and hard press against his chest.
The whiteboi eeps and leans back against the stall when he sees Terry’s enormous black erection bobbing right in front of him.
“God, I’m sorry man,” Terry winces. “I can’t help it — ouch!” Terry hisses through his teeth, cradling his giant ballsack.
Austin’s shock turns to concern at his friend’s pained expression. “What’s wrong, Terry?”
“It’s just — ah!” Terry frowns. “It’s been a problem since I was like…eight. My cum refills so fast that I have to jerk off a LOT to stop my balls from aching…” Terry sighs forlornly, looking down at his huge cock. “It’s just a lot of work. I’m so sick of it…”
Austin hates seeing Terry in pain like this. After the endless kindness that the black boy had shown him, he’d be a real jerk not to offer to repay the favour. He can’t fix Terry’s problem, but the least he can do is share the burden.
“Let me help!” Austin says with determination.
“…What?”
“It stinks that you have to deal with this…” Austin reaches forward and cups one of Terry’s big testicles in his palm, rubbing it tenderly. “I could help you out sometimes so that you can have a break!”
Terry’s eyebrows practically shoot up to his hairline. “You’d…do that for me? Doesn’t that make you…uncomfortable?”
Shaking his head, the whiteboi grabs on to the solid black shaft with both hands. “Why would it? It’s like a medical issue, right?”
Thanking whichever god is listening that Acorn was so naive, Terry nodded rapidly. “Y-Yes! Like a…like a clinical treatment or something! God, thank you so much, Austin!”
The boi blushes but smiles wide, happy that he can be of use to his friend. “After everything you’ve done to help me, how could I ignore this?”
The next ten minutes are spent as Austin determinedly works his lily-white hands up and down that thick black cock. Austin is so focused on performing the task well that he forgets that their shower stall doesn’t have a door. Several drones and many male and female students alike watch the impromptu handjob with interest.
Austin frowns curiously when he notices Terry’s sack begin to tighten and raise up but his thoughts are interrupted when he’s blasted in the face with a mighty jet of pearly white cum.
His mouth opens in surprise and Austin gurgles and coughs at the cum that floods into his mouth. He quickly repositions Terry’s cock lower, so that Terry’s black python blasts against his chest instead.
Austin flinches in slight pain. It’s not too bad, but Terry’s cock feels as if it’s ejaculating with the strength of a pressure washer and it stings Austin a little as the BBC drenches him in its thick, virile cum.
Despite his discomfort, Austin dutifully continues stroking his friend’s spasming black cock. This is for Terry!
All in all, it takes five minutes for Terry to ride out his earth-shattering orgasm as Austin strokes his black horsecock like a breeder would stroke a stallion at the farm.
Shooting one last sneaky rope of cum directly onto Austin’s pinkydick, Terry’s cock finally softens as he leans against the stall to catch his breath.
“Dude…Thank you so much…” Terry gasps, his firm pectorals heaving. “God, I needed that!”
Austin grins happily as thick waves of cum drip down his face. “Happy to help!”
The whiteboi feels like he was a very good friend today! Just bros helping each other out — that was the basis of his and Terry’s friendship!
Terry says he could help wash the layers of his cum off of Austin and the whiteboi graciously accepts the offer. Next time they did this in here, they ought to deal with Terry’s problem BEFORE showering, that way Austin would only need to wash himself once.
The two of them eventually begin chatting about their favourite shows again as they leave the showers to turn in for the night.
As they near the door, Austin feels an ache between his legs and cups his pale winky with a wince.
“What’s wrong?” Terry immediately picks up on his discomfort.
“I need to pee…” Austin murmurs shyly.
Terry grins and gestures over towards the urinals. Austin nods and prances over, holding onto his pea-sized balls.
As he steps in front of the urinal, a metal sheet slams down, preventing him from using it.
Austin frowns before the same female AI from the lunchroom addresses him through a speaker in the wall. “Whiteboi detected: Please assume proper tinkling stance in order to access the urinal.”
The sissy anxiously hops from one foot to the other, barely holding it in. “I don’t know what that is,” he grits through clenched teeth.
“Observe,” the AI states. A monitor activates above the urinal, playing a short instructional video titled ‘A Guide to Whiteboi Tinkling’
In the video, a black stick figure with a giant stick hanging between its legs is shown approaching the urinal, before peeing into it. “Black cocks are long enough to urinate standing up with no mess.”
Next, a much smaller white stick figure approaches the urinal with a barely visible dot between its legs. It starts to pee standing up, and the little penis is so far away from the urinal that the stream splashes against the porcelain. A buzzed sound plays as a big red X is stamped over the scene.
“Whiteboi dinkies are so small, that their weak urine stream causes extreme splashback unless they’re very close to the urinal. In order to prevent unnecessary messes, whitebois are required to use the special ‘tinkling stance.’”
The white stick figure approaches the urinal again, but this time it drops down on all fours, lifts one leg and pees into the urinal like a dog. A dinging sound plays, accompanied by a green checkmark.
“Keeping your tiny weewees close to the ground when you tinkle helps keep the area more clean and hygienic for everyone. Please assume the tinkling stance, whiteboi.” The AI commands.
“No way!” Austin shouts, outraged. “Just let me pee normally!”
Unfortunately, his loud complaining draws the attention of a nearby drone which flies over to hover near him.
“Please assume the tinkling stance, whiteboi.” The AI repeats, not budging.
Austin’s cute face screws up in pain as he hops in place, clenching his wiener tightly.
Glaring down at the closed off urinal, Austin petulantly drops to all fours. Blushing bright red, Austin lifts a shaking leg high in the air like a good little puppy. The collar around his neck feels painfully appropriate.
“Good boi,” the AI praises. “To open the shutter and commence urination, please use the voice activation code — ‘Arf! Arf!’”
Austin almost stands back up in protest, but the only thing more embarrassing than this would be him peeing on the floor…
“Arf! Arf!” Austin desperately barks.
The shutter opens and Austin blissfully relieves himself into the urinal. A thin, feminine stream splatters into the drain as the drone zooms in on his mini penis and ass from behind.
From across the way, he can see naked girls giggling and pointing at him through the window. Austin’s raised leg shakes so hard from the embarrassment that it makes his rosy butt cheeks jiggle.
As his pee finally draws to a close, Austin clambers to his feet and rushes to the door of the black dormitory to escape this mortifying incident.
The lock on the door clicks shut as the AI speaks aloud. “Don’t forget to wash your hands!”
Keeping his flushed face low, Austin moves to the sink and quickly washes his hands. After a fast rinse he leaves the showers with Terry by his side.
Allowing Terry to guide him to their shared room, Austin keeps quiet.
“It’s messed up that they make whitebois go to the bathroom like that…You okay?” Terry inquires, rubbing at Austin’s lower back.
“…I don’t want to talk about it.”
His black friend nods solemnly before smiling as they reach their room. Terry is hoping that spending their first night together as dorm mates will cheer Austin up.
His optimism is short-lived, because when he enters the room he sees that Dante had completely trashed his side of the room before leaving. Even Dante’s bed frame had been cracked and it looked like he had poured soda all over the mattress. The sheets were also missing.
Alarmingly, he hears Austin begin to sob when he enters behind him.
“Why can’t anything ever go right…” Austin sniffles, wiping at his eyes. “Now I’ll have to sleep on the floor!”
Terry shushes him, urging his friend to stop weeping. “Forget that, man! Just sleep in the bed with me!”
Shuffling in spot nervously, Austin peers up at Terry with his shimmering forest-green eyes. “It won’t be too weird for you?”
Snickering fondly, Terry gestures at their naked bodies. “Can’t be any weirder than what we’ve already done, bro.”
Austin giggles at that, holding a hand over his mouth and blushing slightly at the memory of jerking Terry off in the shower. “I suppose you’re right!”
Heart swelling at his friend’s mood brightening, Terry wants to keep Austin laughing. The big black boy surges forward and grapples Austin around the waist.
Effortlessly picking the tiny whiteboi up, Terry tosses Austin across the room and onto the mattress as the whiteboi squeals with laughter.
Not giving him any time to get his bearings, Terry pounces on to the bed, tickling at Austin’s ribs and his neck.
Austin squirms and wriggles around, wheezing as Terry tickles him half-to-death. Terry grins at the whiteboi’s little dick as it bounces around. He’s inclined to agree with Nancy — it IS cute.
Very soon, Austin is all tuckered out because little whitebois like him have almost no stamina. He slumps down on the pillow, facing away from Terry as he dozes off.
“Thanks, Terry.” Austin yawns, shifting to get more comfortable.
“What for?”
“For being my friend…”
Terry smiles up at the ceiling, enjoying the warmth that spreads through him at his sweet friend’s words. “You too, man.”
Austin mumbles something and Terry scoots forward to hear him better. “Didn’t catch that.”
“M’cold…” Austin shyly mumbles, as Terry watches the tips of his ears turn pink with a blush.
Huffing out an amused breath, Terry spoons against Austin’s back, enveloping him in the warmth of his much larger body. Terry discreetly tilts his pelvis, so that his giant black cock rests in between the whiteboi’s soft buttcheeks.
They both let out identical sighs of contentment as they drift off, having cemented their new bond.
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