My New Black Daddy
Chapter One: Breathin - Ariana Grande
The alarm rang like every morning at 6:00 a.m., in my small room in an old, dilapidated apartment on the banks of Chicago.
I stirred in my bed clinging to the last seconds of sweet sleep but the annoying noise forced me out of bed, I left my warm sheets and turned on my bedside table lamp, it was still dark outside.
I always slept with a huge Jersey of the Chicago Bears and my boxers, both two sizes bigger than mine, but although the Jersey was big enough to fit three copies of me, the boxers were always tight from the butt, but loose at the waist.
I approached the full-length mirror that hung from the door of my closet and took off my "pajamas" and was almost completely naked, the dim light illuminated my very white skin giving it almost a silver tone.
There I was, a 18 -year-old boy but who seemed three or four years younger, my face had not yet changed since childhood and although I was supposed to be going through puberty the truth was that I had undergone none of the horrible changes with those that the sex education teacher threatened us every Friday at school.
My thin, smooth skin was not clear, it was actually really white as milk, and not a single freckle or imperfection ruined my body, and speaking of my body ... He watched me as I stretched, intertwining my thin fingers and long pianists. and I arched my back as I tried to reach the ceiling ... a stupid attempt because even stretched in my entirety it didn't exceed 5'0 "and weighed no more than 113 lb., ridiculous, just ridiculous, while there were classmates in my class that was 6'5 "or more and weighed 200 lb. It looked like an elementary school boy instead of a young man who was about to enter college.
My face was not better, while the other boys around me were filled with pimples or beautiful facial sometimes both, my face had not changed in the least over the years, the same delicate and rounded features of my childhood I They made me look like a child and my huge gray eyes gave me a perpetual expression of melancholy and shyness, and my lips did not show off an incipient mustache, they were thick and small and it seemed that they were always pursed as if I was about to kiss someone or make a tantrum, definitely was not the face of a boy much less of a man, and my white skin stood out even more thanks to my black hair like night and something kinky, and always growing too fast so I had longish which It caused me to curl at the tips, sometimes covering my eyes, so I was forced to remove my hair from my face and put it behind my ear every so often.
And that was not the worst thing about my body.
I could bear to be the shortest not only in my class, of the whole school, and throughout my life I had learned to handle my pale and very delicate skin, usually wearing long-sleeved shirts or hoddies, and when it was very hot like In the last few days, I used liters of sunscreen, because while the other white boys were tanning in the sun I burned irremediably if I didn't take care of myself.
So my androgynous and childish face did not bother me so much, at least I had no acne, and I had already resigned myself to spend my life being small, and although it was a nuisance to have so much care towards my skin I had already become accustomed.
But what I really hated about my body was my butt was huge, my mother's inheritance, like her wavy hair, she was a 5'10 "chestnut and a beautiful and sexy 157lb had a few extra pounds but everyone in the places correct, he had huge FF-sized breasts, but what most caught his attention was definitely his huge round bubble butt, which I now carried like a cross.
While my buttocks were not as huge as my mother's if they were too big for a boy, my reflection made my narrow and thin shoulders my small flat chest with pink and small nipples (another rare feature, hooray) clearly visible. and my small and very thin waist, 24 "and then suddenly a huge 40" hips bloomed on both sides starting thick and turned legs that looked very long in my small body and ended up in small and delicate feet.
My ass was so bulky that you could see my huge hips from the front, but if you looked at me in profile, my huge round tail caught anyone's attention, and God forbid if you looked at me from behind you could see the peach shape that I had my shameful ass.
I hated those huge bubble buttocks, they were too feminine too ... sexy, because I had a better ass than most girls in school, and only a few had a bigger butt than mine.
I sighed in frustration and the air made a lock of my long hair flutter in front of my eyes, so I took it and picked it up behind my ear.
The more I saw my thin white body with those horrible woman's hips the more I hated myself, I ran my fine hands down my chest, my pink nipples turned a little red and I felt a spark in them, they had always been delicate, like everything in me I kept stroking mu skin to my flat stomach fruit of my failed attempt to make me more manly, for a year had accompanied my mother in her exercise sessions every evening before dinner, had done thousands of sit-ups sit-ups and run hundreds of kilometers on his exercise bike while watching aerobics videos on YouTube, but although I used my mother's small weights to do the exercises my muscle mass did not change at all I was still thin and still had those huge buttocks even when I did squats like crazy.
My hands reached the elastic of my boxers, and before lowering my underwear I took a long breath, there was another of my biggest complexes, or rather, my smallest, tiny and insignificant complex ...
I lowered my underpants but the back was caught between my buttocks, so I had to give a firmer pull ... and it appeared, my penis...
My small white penis ... my face flushed furiously before the mirror giving me the appearance of an old porcelain doll with rosy cheeks.
I touched it a little, although to hold it I had to use my index and my thumb as it was too small to try to use my whole hand, I picked it up and caressed it gently watching as the pink glans peeked shyly, I shook it even more and then ... nothing.
My friends and colleagues did not talk about anything other than fucking, or masturbating, and by their comments it seemed that they spent their lives having erections, but not me, I had never had an erection, at least not a car provoked, or caused by someone more, the only times I had seen my little friend hard, was when I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and excited by some dream that I could not remember, but although those times I had tried to masturbate and run, I had not achieved anything, in my 18 Years of life I had never cum.
Although, thinking about it, maybe I couldn't really cum, because with a three-inch penis (I had measured it on one of those rare occasions) and some testicles as small as grapes, very small grapes, even if I could ejaculate it wouldn't be Big Deal.
I looked at my tiny penis and my even smaller, totally hairless balls, not a single beautiful was born down there, another puberty failure in my person, I really didn't have hair anywhere on my body, no armpits, no legs, no beard much less in my special part as teacher Thomson called it, something was definitely wrong with me, but I didn't want to go to the doctor, I refused such humiliation, I covered my shame again and looked angry at my reflection.
I was a child, I mean, I was a man, and I would continue to exercise and find a way to become more manly I would show them all, I was not an effeminate I was not gay, I was not a fag.
I was about to fall into a teenage depression when my radio turned on automatically, exactly at 6:15 as I had programmed in case I didn't wake up with the alarm.
The cheerful and sparkling voice of the announcer of Nexus encouraged me to get up and greet the day with a smile.
"Let's go girls! It is time to wake up sleepers ... so raise your pretty butts and smile at this beautiful new summer morning. That's right, my loves! The heat is here and it's here to stay so take out those miniskirts and their smaller shorts and show off what friends have, show their charms to the world, and although many of us are still studying or working but soon the holidays will begin ... And we all know what that means, beach, sun, sand and ... bikinis, of course if sweetness it is time to show off our charms and tan on a beautiful beach, but be careful we all know how problematic it is to be a beautiful and sexy girl in Chicago so don't let them intimidate, let those guys hear you Roar.”
At that moment Katy Perry's beautiful voice filled my room, flooding me with energy and giving me the courage I needed to face my day, and I began to move my body to the rhythm of the energetic song, my hips moved as I jumped choosing the clothes from my closet .
I stopped dead… listening to a POP radio station for girls made me gay? Of course not, I listened to that station because ... because they always gave good advice on the road, the fact that I didn't have a car doesn't matter, ok?
And dancing to the rhythm of Katy Perry ... well that's because ... because Katy is beautiful ... that's all my friends are crazy about it, so I too love their music and their clothes and shoes ... because it looks sexy in them not for anything else...
So I finished dressing while Katy was still roaring on the radio, wearing huge jeans two sizes bigger than mine, and still got stuck in my fat ass, I jumped a few times until I forced the garment to climb even so my hips and my legs completely filled my pants making him look tight from the top and baggy and loose from the bottom, not to mention that I now had to wear a belt to be able to adjust the upper part because my thin waist left a third part of the waist not filled.
I puffed again when I saw myself in the mirror, I was totally ridiculous, it looked like a clown, so I put on one of my many hoodies, this one was white with a bunny with huge blue eyes stamped in front, and it was so big that a fat boy could fit and tall perfectly, but that served as a shield and disguise for me, the sweatshirt hid my thin chest and my delicate shoulders and was so long that it reached my knees, covering my giant ass and my turned legs.
I couldn't do anything for my good boy face, but at least my long hair hid my long curly eyelashes.
***
I went down to the kitchen and as every day I prepared breakfast for my mother and for me, we were only two since my father a little man I met only in photos died in an accident on the road, so while my mother worked as Secretary for a construction company I grew up in the care of my aunt Chloe playing with my cousins Rebecca and Daniel until I was 12, when I started to stay home alone.
Obviously I had to do all the housework, cooking, washing clothes, sweeping and cleaning became daily practices, and although it is true that when I started it was very clumsy and burned to the water, I soon took pleasure in it and the trick and now he was a housewife ... it's a saying.
My mother, Alice, left her room wearing a sexyyellow lingerie set, a semitransparent thong, and garters that connected to a transparent white stockings, finishing off the outfit a 5" high heels looked stunning with those huge breasts barely contained in the lace garment, and his huge ass swallowed the dental floss in such a way that on your back you could swear that he was not using anything, ahead of the little triangle of transparent fabric barely covered his shaved pubis.
Mom was wearing makeup with a hand mirror looking from all angles to see that her makeup was perfect.
Her long dark brown hair, even half back was perfectly combed making her look sexy and pretty in equal parts.
"Good morning mom."
"Good morning honey," she said without seeing me, although I still saw her, there was something hypnotized in her sexy body barely covered by lingerie and it wasn't that I liked my mother, at all, I had seen her thousands of times in underwear and another thousand times completely naked, and it was only when he wore underwear or even a sexy outfit when he caught my attention the most, the clothes looked beautiful on his body ... so revealing and at the same time hiding something ... I didn't know why, but I loved to see moms lingerie, and also her high heels were so pretty and sexy ...
But surely I liked all that because I was excited to see women in lingerie ... that is, I liked women with lace, I did not like lace and lingerie by themselves, no, that never.
Stop seeing mom and blushing I served the pancakes and the scrambled egg with ham, mama barely chewed the food and returned to her room.
When I finished washing the dishes she went out with her office clothes, a sack and a gray skirt sober but in her body they looked frankly provocative, especially the skirt that was testing her resistance by not bursting for containing the huge ass of mom.
"And why the outfit?" I asked curiously.
"It's my work clothes ... What are you talking about?" Mama looked away avoiding me.
"I mean everything you have underneath," I smiled.
I saw her pretty face blush and a mischievous smile peeked over her lips.
"Well I don't want to rush but I met someone."
"Someone? Or a man? ”
His cheeks were now even redder.
“Well, well, I met a man, ok? And this could be the good one, or rather the only one, you know that I haven't dated anyone in years.”
I laughed, it seemed that she was the ******** and I was the mother ... I mean the father.
"And…?"
She sipped her coffee while she had time to answer, but I returned to the attack.
"And…"
"And we started dating ... a three months ago," Mom said it quickly, like when you take off a Band-Aid to feel less pain.
"Three months ago? And why did not you tell me?"
Mom again drink her coffee excited and nervous.
"I don't know, I thought you would get mad"
"Why would I get angry?"
"Well, we haven't spent much time lately and before if we did, you know when we watched movies or when you combed my hair and painted my nails"
It was my turn to look the other way ashamed of having done those things with them, things of girls, she was right, just last weekend we had spent the whole day on the couch in front of television watching romantic comedies eating ice cream, and I make up her and then she makeup me to try new styles that she would later use.
"That was a long time ago"
"That was a couple of days ago Alexis"
I puffed and pouted madly.
“Is my pretty boy upset? God Alexis would give anything for owning your lips they are so beautiful and when you pout they look even sexier.”
"Mom, I don't have sexy lips!" I said even more angry, but unable to remove my pout from my fat lips.
"Ok, ok, you don't have sexy lips, and I guess you don't have the best ass in your entire school, right?"
"Mom!"
"Come on Alexis I am playing, although you know that I would support you in any way you chose ... Aiyden is very handsome."
"Mom Aiyden is just my friend!"
"Well Alexis if you don't do it your boyfriend I assure you that Aiyden will stop being your friend to be your father"
"Mama!" I said totally red from anger.
"Relax sweetness, I'm just playing, don't get jealous"
"I'm not jealous," I was angry because Mama hinted that Aiyden was gay, Aiyden was the most masculine man I met, a real male ... and me wasn't gay either, I was definitely not jealous because I was afraid he would take me off Aiyden, right?
"Calm down, I already have my bull," and saying this my mother sighed with a dreamy smile as she shivered.
"Bull?" I asked confused by the word.
"Yes, a true alpha," he said dreamily, at that moment Mom realized what he was saying and shaking his head as if to wake up, he looked embarrassed at the corner of the kitchen.
"Well, and who is that man you have been dating for a three months without telling your son?" Now that he had come down on guard maybe he would answer me.
“His name is Darius, he is and his partners will build a new hotel on North Avenue Beach, so since I am Mr. Harris's secretary, almost every day we met and one day he invited me to dinner, he just wanted to have dinner but when I felt what that he had between his legs ... I had to give him a taste and we went to his house and ... you won't believe it sweetie, he has a beautiful and huge ...”
My mother licked her lips and gave a sensual and hungry moan, while with her hands she showed the size of that thing, about ten inches.
“Mom, I don't need to know the details! I just wanted to know where he lived and where he works”
"Sorry sweetie but ... fuck I still can't walk right ...!"
"Mom!
"Ok, ok, He lives in Gold Coast, he was born and grew up here ... but it's too late, I'm leaving sweetie!"
Mom stood up very hurriedly took her briefcase, kissed me and when I was about to leave she stopped at the door.
"We're going out for dinner on Friday night, I'll ask if I can take you, ok?"
"I don't know, now that you've put those images on my head I don't know if I want to meet him"
"Alexis, what you should do is get yourself a good man and stop being so depressive."
"I'm not gay!" I shouted angrily as Mom left laughing.
I stayed at the table meditating.
So mom was seeing a man, that was good, for years I was her priority and 18 years went by without she going out on dates or anything like that, I was happy for her, now everything made sense, recently mother came very late at home, early in the morning, and yet she looked radiant, rejuvenated and beautiful, I could realize that that could be the result of ... a good fuck, a man was fucking my mother and that's why she was always happy.
Was it so good to get fucked? So good was it for a real man to possess you? A bull? What the hell is a bull? Was it so good to be a woman and have a good fuck?
I took those ideas away from my head and reminded myself of my new purpose of being more manly, and I knew exactly who to ask for help.
***
I arrived at school after riding my bicycle, with Britney Spears in my headphones and although it was not yet eight o'clock I was already starting to sweat, summer was almost over and starting strong, for a moment I was attracted to the idea of taking off my hoodie but I remembered that I was not wearing a shirt underneath and I would leave my huge butt in sight, no, better not to do crazy, an advantage that my hormones were not yet working was that my sweat did not smell, or at least I did not perceive some smell
After leaving my bicycle in the parking lot I went to my locker, where I met my group of girl friends...
Yes, girl friends,no girlfriends.
But the only reason you had only girls as friends was because I planned to seduce one of them, yes, that was my plan, it was definitely not because I liked his talks about boys, fashion and gossip.
And there the four queen bees of the school were gathered.
Roxy, a stunning Latina with tanned skin and long straight black raven hair to her well-formed buttocks, Roxy had the best ass, a Latin ass.
Well the truth is the third best ass in school, if Mom was right, the first place was played by my huge peach-shaped butt and Alika's perfect ass ... I shook my head to get those non-manly thoughts out of my mind.
Roxy wore jeans so tight that the brunette looked painted on her skin, a plaid shirt tied under her breasts, exposing her flat abdomen while at the same time the shirt enhanced her size B breasts.
Cindy a blonde BIMBO with big tits Copa EE, so round and firm that we all suspected were operated, it was known that Cindy had a Sugar Daddy who bought everything she wanted, the blonde used long silky pigtails, Cindy looked like a schoolgirl Innocent, aspect that was lost when you saw that he was wearing mini shorts so small that he could be a denim belt, although in reality his pretty ass was very small, definitely his huge tits were his best charm.
Then there was Hana Thang, a half-Japanese girl, who, unlike the other Asian girls at the Hana school, was tall, well-trained and with double DD boobs who boasted tight shirts that made her dark nipples visible, wore Scottish skirts and her glasses gave her an air of an intelligent girl.
And at the end of all there was Alika, the spectacular African American of our politically correct small group, was tall thin but with a butt worthy of her black race, her small but firm breasts made her look like an Amazon warrior, while the abdomen of all of us It was flat, hers was marked by small abs due to his hard training as captain of the cheerleading squad, because obviously the four sexiest girls in the school were cheerleaders, I ... I was only Alika's personal assistant, the errand boy, and helped the girls to hydrate to have their towels ready and accommodate the materials they used as pom poms, canes, sometimes also washed the uniforms when the squad had too much training or we went to other cities to compete.
"Hello girls," I greeted with my soft and shy soprano voice.
The girls greeted me by kissing me on each cheek except Alika who agreed to look at me and move her hand in recognition.
"Lex, how good you are, something horrible has happened," Cindy squealed as she jumped in alarm making her huge fake breasts bounce.
"What happened?"
"The principal wants to ban revealing clothes at school and also wants to modify the squad uniforms she says are too sexy," Hana explained, with that Asian accent of her.
"He can't do it, mi abuelita worked hard on them," Roxy complained, stomping the floor angrily.
Roxy's grandma was a seamstress and was responsible for the creation of the sexiest and most beautiful outfits the squad had had throughout history.
“And what do you propose, little white boy, can you think of a solution? Because if you want to stay in the cheerleading group you will have to help solve this, do you understand? ”
Alika had cornered me between her and my locker while giving me a cold and sadistic look.
"Come on Alika leave the poor boy alone," Roxy defended me with that Mexican accent.
Alika looked at her angrily, hated when someone contradicted her, but Roxy had never been intimidated by her, maybe it was Mexican blood, the brunette was brave.
"Lex always helps us a lot, it's also super beautiful ... look at it," Cindy took my cheeks and stretched them causing my cheeks to stain pink, "It's like a little bunny."
Cindy finished touching my face.
“If you just didn't dress so badly, you could be quite popular, there are a lot of girls interested in feminine and delicate boys like you, my cousin Riusei has a lot of crazy girls lining up and looks like one of those Korean fags who sing K-pop ”Hana watched criticizing my baggy and horrible clothes.
I hugged myself and I became smaller intimidated by all the attention received from these goddesses, none of them had seen me without my nerd disguise.
“I think he would do better with the boys, you are so pretty, I would kill to have your skin.”
Cindy was still watching my face as if I wanted to tear it off and use it for a Saturday night.
"I think you should concentrate on helping us in this stop thinking about having a partner," Alika kept looking at me annoyed.
“I will do it Alika, I will read the school code and see if I can find something useful.”
I said meekly, I didn't like to make anyone angry, especially Alika who was the queen of the whole school.
"It would be better that way, a white child, because if they force me to dress like a nun, you are out of the squad and you better get other friends because ..."
"He already has other friends, I am his friend."
Alika was interrupted by a husky and sensual male voice.
I looked up knowing who I would find, and indeed there I was standing in all his glory.
Aiyden Prince, the quarterback and captain of the football team, With his 6'5" height and 210lbs of pure muscle Aiyden stood before us like a God before mere mortals, his huge chest and shoulders were perfectly marked below his black shirt, his white jeans were tight to his powerful legs, Aiyden had almost shaved hair and a small shaved mustache that made him look very manly, his gaze was serious and hard and his dark caramel skin almost shone in the light of the hallway lamps.
It was amazing that someone so big and perfect ... I mean muscular, was the same age as me.
Aiyden dominates the place and just his presence as if his perfect and well-sculpted body radiated waves of masculine power to which the only logical option was to submit and obey.
The presence of the huge black boy altered our entire group, Cindy arched her back showing her huge white tits, Hana looks up as she swayed from side to side looking at him with Japanese kitten eyes, Roxy immediately dropped one of the books she held, To have an excuse and to bend down and show her hot Latin ass, Alika turned away from me with fear, and I ... well, I felt that my little penis jumped but it was surely the surprise.
Aiyden just gave them a brief look and then focused on Alika and me.
"Whenever I turn you are bullyng Alexis, why don't you stop bothering him? You should be grateful for everything he helps you"
Aiyden looked disappointed at the African-American girl.
"Of course, defend it as always, instead of greeting your beautiful girlfriend, the first thing you do when you arrive is to defend your little white boy, I think you love him more than me, you spend more time with him, that's for sure"
Alika crossed her arms under her breasts which caused them to be more visible.
Aiyden looked at them a little dumbfounded.
Idiot always fell for that trick, I looked at him feeling angry and betrayed for some reason I could not explain.
Aiyden recovered soon and shaking his head simply sighed.
"Look, my love, it's not that I don't love you, it's just that I don't like Alexis being abused, understand that, you know that thanks to Alexis I spent algebra and chemistry, without his help I would be out of the team, is that what you want?"
Aiyden had taken Alika's chin in her hands and forced her to look at him.
Alika still upset was trying to avoid her gaze.
"Look at me"
The order was direct and firm, he did not admit disobedience, and Alika looked at him.
I also did it, obeying without even thinking about it, Aiyden had the darkest eyes, almost black.
Aiyden realized that I was looking at him directly and smiling at me, he leaned down to kiss his girlfriend and although Alika closed her eyes enjoying her man's lips Aiyden kept looking at me while he kissed her, again my micro penis jumped and this time He stayed a little erect, maybe for any other boy that would have been a problem but for me not, my huge pants and my tiny penis conspired so that nobody could see that he was having a semi-erection.
When the kiss ended, I looked down in embarrassment with the burning cheeks, I had been excited looking at Aiyden ... of course not what excited me was to see Alika the sexy cheerleading captain in a dirty and passionate kiss, that was, of course that yes.
Aiyden then took me by the shoulder and took me with him.
"Well girls, I take little Alexis. We need to talk about the next algebra test."
And without waiting for an answer, he took me with him, everyone in the hall opened the way as we walked some white boys even shrugged in fear as Aiyden passed by.
I felt protected and safe.
I felt happy, knowing that Aiyden the most popular boy in school considered me his friend made me feel in the clouds.
Before Mrs. Thomson assigned me as a tutor for Aiyden, the other boys made me bullyng and bothered me, especially the black boys, it was as if I were in their nature to humiliate and dominant all the weak and white boys they encountered for his way ... and I agreed with that, I think it is natural for the weak to obey the strong. This is how we evolved so far, with strong leaders and males leading the weakest.
But although I did not intend to protest the continuous jokes that the black boys made to me when I helped Aiyden pass his exams he put an end to the bullyng, nobody could touch me or bother me.
During the last year I had to wait every afternoon for Aiyden to finish his workouts, I sat in the stands watching him do passes and touch downs, while the cheerleaders practiced, and it was on one of those afternoons while I could not stop watching Aiyden dominate the field as a demigod, when Roxy discovered me and asked me to go for some bottles of water and so I began to be part of the cheerleading group until they officially included me in order to obtain school credits.
But that had happened a year ago, the best year of my life, being a friend of Aiyden everyone knew me and respected me ... No, they didn't respect me, they respected Aiyden and they all respected Aiyden's things, and since I owned to Aiyden, everybody care of me, I was his property.
A shiver recorded me when I stopped at that thought, I was from Aidyn, belonged to him.
Alika also said, "Your little white boy," I was Aiyden's little white boy.
Shit! Again with strange thoughts...
Aiyden and I arrived in front of a drink machine, and without asking anything he put money in and took out two bottles of his or a blue Gatorade, mine a box of strawberry milk.
“Strawberry milk? I wanted a Coke," a childish pout flitted across my thick lips.
Aiyden who was drinking wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked at me seriously.
"You must drink milk if you want to grow up one day, Lexy ... don't let Alika treat you that way, you must be firmer, braver I can't protect you all the time ... even if I wanted to."
That was my chance.
"That's what I want, I want ... to train with you"
Aiyden looked at me in surprise and then burst out laughing, I got angry and shrugged while my lips formed a pout without my being able to control it.
"It's not funny," I stomped to the floor in a childlike way.
"Ok, ok, I won't laugh, so you want to train with me ... it's okay I guess I owe you, you teach me science I will teach you sports, but I will be very hard on you"
Aiyden took me by the chin as I had done with Alika and looked me straight in the eye.
"Do not think that being small and cute I will have mercy, now be a good boy and drink your milk"
A groan came out of my throat when Aiyden stroked my cheek.
My face should be red hot as I felt it burn with shame, while this time yes, definitely my penis jumping, but no have a total erection, everything is ok, no like me Aiyden, never.
Aiyden finally released me and after meeting to study in the library tomorrow in the afternoon, we both said goodbye, he always made fists with his friends and football teammates, but he ruffled my hair in a friendly caress and left.
Classes went by without me giving too much attention, which didn't worry me too much because I was a bookworm and the teacher’s favorite.
But what worried me was that all day I was thinking about Aiyden and how he treated me, how he caressed my cheek while he saw me with those black eyes.
In how my body reacted to his only presence.
I'm not gay I told myself, I'm not a fag, I'm not a girl.
I would do my best to train with Aiyden and show him that he could be brave and strong and then we could be true friends.
***
With those thoughts, I left school and got on my bike and pedaled towards my house, I was so lost in my mind that when I crossed a crossroad I did not notice the red light and a car hit me on the side, I could hear the noise of the tire at Stopping as I fell towards the asphalt, the pain erased all the thoughts that were in my mind.
The car driver ran down and came to my side.
"What the hell is wrong with you damn stupid…?"
That was when I looked at him, a huge black man in a gray suit so elegant that it cost several thousand dollars, he looked at me from above, he was taller and bigger than Aiyden, the expression of anger completely changed to surprise and then worry crossed her face, the huge man knelt beside me covering the sunlight like a titan.
"Excuse me, Miss, I thought you were any lazy person, are you all right?"
Miss? Why did she call me Miss? Then I looked at my body and discovered that my hoodie had risen leaving my flat, naked and white belly and my huge hips highlighted like a neon sign, thanks to the fact that I was lying on the asphalt like a damsel in distress.
"I ... I am not ..." and then trying to support my hand a strong pain made me scream.
"Let me see that girl" the huge black man gently took my tiny arm and the contrast between his black African skin and my snowy skin shook me, it seemed like I could break my arm like it was a twig, and surely I could do it was a huge Black lion and I just a scared bunny.
"Only this sore does not dislocate, you have no fractures, but I will take you to my house, and call my doctor."
"It is not necessary ... I ..."
I tried to speak and say it was fine but my words drowned in a cry of surprise when I was lifted from the ground as if it weighed nothing.
One arm held my back and the other was under my knees.
I was carrying the princess style!
The surprise of such an action forced me to carry my arms around his neck to be able to support me, unnecessary because in reality I could not fall that huge bear had me well held.
He stood up to his full height which must have been about 6'10 "and although I had never been so tall without climbing a ladder, but I could not admire the view because my gray eyes were completely fixed on that man's face of African descent, his eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen in my life, they were golden! Like those of a feline, those of a Lion.
An adult lion, wise and mature because his hair that has almost shaved slime and his beard in the form of a padlock were held by silver gray hair that made him look very distinguished, was almost identical to the actor Idris Elba, only with skin as black as ebony, while Aiyden was the color of dark caramel as among their grandparents were English, this man was pure black, almost obscenely black this was not an African American skin this was the color of a real African.
Why was I comparing this man with Aiyden? As if they were two purebred stallions competing to prey a mare in heat?
We stared at each other for an eternity and I could feel his hands caressing me gently, one on my shoulder and the other dangerously close to my bubble booty.
The scent of his lotion was intoxicating me, but more than that it was the smell of his sweat that was stronger than the one that made me dizzy, a wild and strong aroma, the scent of his musk, the scent of a real male...
And without knowing why I did it, I sank my face into his huge and strong chest and began to breathe its delicious aroma, and although my wrist hurt, it had scratches all over my body, my micro penis was totally hard, finally and Knowing the reason, for the first time I had a full erection and recognizing that this delicious scent of alpha male was the reason it made me start to cry as if the blow had really hurt me.
"Shh, shh, little girl, everything's fine, let old Darius take care of you, come on, let's go home so you can rest, I won't let anything happen to you my pretty little girl."
And although I knew he was just trying to calm me down, I believed him, I thought we would go home and he would pamper me and take care of me until everything was fine again, I believed everything.
And while leaving me in the passenger seat of his black Maserati (until now he had paid attention to the car that had hit me) my mind was trying to give me alarm signals that I ignored while still crying and groaning like a little girl.
"Darius," where had he heard that name before? And why did it seem that it was important? "Darius" I repeated the name mentally and it tasted like honey ... Mr. Darius, calling him sir seemed the most correct thing to me.
I was about to discover the mystery of my nervousness by hearing his name when Mr. Darius sat behind the wheel and smiled at me.
“I put your bike in the trunk, it's not very big but your bike is small, a cute and small bike for a cute and small girl, right?”
And the alarm in my head went off completely leaving the mystery unsolved, because all I could think about is how powerful and enormous this man was and how small and delicate I was.
Mr. Darius leaned toward me ... I didn't step back, I wanted to be close to him, and taking the seat belt, he dragged it all over my chest to my waist and stopped to stroke my thick thighs for a few more seconds which is strictly necessary and then finally fastened the belt.
A shiver ran down my spine and even though I was still sore and confused by everything I was living, my micro penis was still totally erect.
"Don't cry anymore princess, soon be well, leave everything to me."
For the second time in the day a black man took me by the chin to see him in the eyes and caressed my cheeks wiping them from my tears.
"Smile for me, my little bunny," he said, pointing with his incredible golden eyes the bunny of my hoodie.
And I smiled at him.
"That's better, a beautiful filly like you should never cry"
Filly, he called me filly and instead of correcting him or asking why he called me that way I could only giggle shyly.
And then that mighty African warrior came closer and kissed my forehead in a strange paternal gesture that ripped a purr from my throat.
Mr. Darius put on his own belt, and then started.
And he could have taken me in the middle of the forest to kill me, because I didn't see the road at any time, because my attention and senses were all set on that alpha male.
His beard his nose his eyes and his strong jaw made me feel ditzy, his huge chest and thick arms that in spite of his Italian suit stood out making my heart beat like crazy.
But the most powerful reason to follow him to the end of the world was ... his scent, his fragrance of man, his essence of male, of alpha male, and as I adored him with my eyes I kept breathing that scent, all the way breathing.
Chapter One: Breathin - Ariana Grande
The alarm rang like every morning at 6:00 a.m., in my small room in an old, dilapidated apartment on the banks of Chicago.
I stirred in my bed clinging to the last seconds of sweet sleep but the annoying noise forced me out of bed, I left my warm sheets and turned on my bedside table lamp, it was still dark outside.
I always slept with a huge Jersey of the Chicago Bears and my boxers, both two sizes bigger than mine, but although the Jersey was big enough to fit three copies of me, the boxers were always tight from the butt, but loose at the waist.
I approached the full-length mirror that hung from the door of my closet and took off my "pajamas" and was almost completely naked, the dim light illuminated my very white skin giving it almost a silver tone.
There I was, a 18 -year-old boy but who seemed three or four years younger, my face had not yet changed since childhood and although I was supposed to be going through puberty the truth was that I had undergone none of the horrible changes with those that the sex education teacher threatened us every Friday at school.
My thin, smooth skin was not clear, it was actually really white as milk, and not a single freckle or imperfection ruined my body, and speaking of my body ... He watched me as I stretched, intertwining my thin fingers and long pianists. and I arched my back as I tried to reach the ceiling ... a stupid attempt because even stretched in my entirety it didn't exceed 5'0 "and weighed no more than 113 lb., ridiculous, just ridiculous, while there were classmates in my class that was 6'5 "or more and weighed 200 lb. It looked like an elementary school boy instead of a young man who was about to enter college.
My face was not better, while the other boys around me were filled with pimples or beautiful facial sometimes both, my face had not changed in the least over the years, the same delicate and rounded features of my childhood I They made me look like a child and my huge gray eyes gave me a perpetual expression of melancholy and shyness, and my lips did not show off an incipient mustache, they were thick and small and it seemed that they were always pursed as if I was about to kiss someone or make a tantrum, definitely was not the face of a boy much less of a man, and my white skin stood out even more thanks to my black hair like night and something kinky, and always growing too fast so I had longish which It caused me to curl at the tips, sometimes covering my eyes, so I was forced to remove my hair from my face and put it behind my ear every so often.
And that was not the worst thing about my body.
I could bear to be the shortest not only in my class, of the whole school, and throughout my life I had learned to handle my pale and very delicate skin, usually wearing long-sleeved shirts or hoddies, and when it was very hot like In the last few days, I used liters of sunscreen, because while the other white boys were tanning in the sun I burned irremediably if I didn't take care of myself.
So my androgynous and childish face did not bother me so much, at least I had no acne, and I had already resigned myself to spend my life being small, and although it was a nuisance to have so much care towards my skin I had already become accustomed.
But what I really hated about my body was my butt was huge, my mother's inheritance, like her wavy hair, she was a 5'10 "chestnut and a beautiful and sexy 157lb had a few extra pounds but everyone in the places correct, he had huge FF-sized breasts, but what most caught his attention was definitely his huge round bubble butt, which I now carried like a cross.
While my buttocks were not as huge as my mother's if they were too big for a boy, my reflection made my narrow and thin shoulders my small flat chest with pink and small nipples (another rare feature, hooray) clearly visible. and my small and very thin waist, 24 "and then suddenly a huge 40" hips bloomed on both sides starting thick and turned legs that looked very long in my small body and ended up in small and delicate feet.
My ass was so bulky that you could see my huge hips from the front, but if you looked at me in profile, my huge round tail caught anyone's attention, and God forbid if you looked at me from behind you could see the peach shape that I had my shameful ass.
I hated those huge bubble buttocks, they were too feminine too ... sexy, because I had a better ass than most girls in school, and only a few had a bigger butt than mine.
I sighed in frustration and the air made a lock of my long hair flutter in front of my eyes, so I took it and picked it up behind my ear.
The more I saw my thin white body with those horrible woman's hips the more I hated myself, I ran my fine hands down my chest, my pink nipples turned a little red and I felt a spark in them, they had always been delicate, like everything in me I kept stroking mu skin to my flat stomach fruit of my failed attempt to make me more manly, for a year had accompanied my mother in her exercise sessions every evening before dinner, had done thousands of sit-ups sit-ups and run hundreds of kilometers on his exercise bike while watching aerobics videos on YouTube, but although I used my mother's small weights to do the exercises my muscle mass did not change at all I was still thin and still had those huge buttocks even when I did squats like crazy.
My hands reached the elastic of my boxers, and before lowering my underwear I took a long breath, there was another of my biggest complexes, or rather, my smallest, tiny and insignificant complex ...
I lowered my underpants but the back was caught between my buttocks, so I had to give a firmer pull ... and it appeared, my penis...
My small white penis ... my face flushed furiously before the mirror giving me the appearance of an old porcelain doll with rosy cheeks.
I touched it a little, although to hold it I had to use my index and my thumb as it was too small to try to use my whole hand, I picked it up and caressed it gently watching as the pink glans peeked shyly, I shook it even more and then ... nothing.
My friends and colleagues did not talk about anything other than fucking, or masturbating, and by their comments it seemed that they spent their lives having erections, but not me, I had never had an erection, at least not a car provoked, or caused by someone more, the only times I had seen my little friend hard, was when I woke up in the middle of the night sweating and excited by some dream that I could not remember, but although those times I had tried to masturbate and run, I had not achieved anything, in my 18 Years of life I had never cum.
Although, thinking about it, maybe I couldn't really cum, because with a three-inch penis (I had measured it on one of those rare occasions) and some testicles as small as grapes, very small grapes, even if I could ejaculate it wouldn't be Big Deal.
I looked at my tiny penis and my even smaller, totally hairless balls, not a single beautiful was born down there, another puberty failure in my person, I really didn't have hair anywhere on my body, no armpits, no legs, no beard much less in my special part as teacher Thomson called it, something was definitely wrong with me, but I didn't want to go to the doctor, I refused such humiliation, I covered my shame again and looked angry at my reflection.
I was a child, I mean, I was a man, and I would continue to exercise and find a way to become more manly I would show them all, I was not an effeminate I was not gay, I was not a fag.
I was about to fall into a teenage depression when my radio turned on automatically, exactly at 6:15 as I had programmed in case I didn't wake up with the alarm.
The cheerful and sparkling voice of the announcer of Nexus encouraged me to get up and greet the day with a smile.
"Let's go girls! It is time to wake up sleepers ... so raise your pretty butts and smile at this beautiful new summer morning. That's right, my loves! The heat is here and it's here to stay so take out those miniskirts and their smaller shorts and show off what friends have, show their charms to the world, and although many of us are still studying or working but soon the holidays will begin ... And we all know what that means, beach, sun, sand and ... bikinis, of course if sweetness it is time to show off our charms and tan on a beautiful beach, but be careful we all know how problematic it is to be a beautiful and sexy girl in Chicago so don't let them intimidate, let those guys hear you Roar.”
At that moment Katy Perry's beautiful voice filled my room, flooding me with energy and giving me the courage I needed to face my day, and I began to move my body to the rhythm of the energetic song, my hips moved as I jumped choosing the clothes from my closet .
I stopped dead… listening to a POP radio station for girls made me gay? Of course not, I listened to that station because ... because they always gave good advice on the road, the fact that I didn't have a car doesn't matter, ok?
And dancing to the rhythm of Katy Perry ... well that's because ... because Katy is beautiful ... that's all my friends are crazy about it, so I too love their music and their clothes and shoes ... because it looks sexy in them not for anything else...
So I finished dressing while Katy was still roaring on the radio, wearing huge jeans two sizes bigger than mine, and still got stuck in my fat ass, I jumped a few times until I forced the garment to climb even so my hips and my legs completely filled my pants making him look tight from the top and baggy and loose from the bottom, not to mention that I now had to wear a belt to be able to adjust the upper part because my thin waist left a third part of the waist not filled.
I puffed again when I saw myself in the mirror, I was totally ridiculous, it looked like a clown, so I put on one of my many hoodies, this one was white with a bunny with huge blue eyes stamped in front, and it was so big that a fat boy could fit and tall perfectly, but that served as a shield and disguise for me, the sweatshirt hid my thin chest and my delicate shoulders and was so long that it reached my knees, covering my giant ass and my turned legs.
I couldn't do anything for my good boy face, but at least my long hair hid my long curly eyelashes.
***
I went down to the kitchen and as every day I prepared breakfast for my mother and for me, we were only two since my father a little man I met only in photos died in an accident on the road, so while my mother worked as Secretary for a construction company I grew up in the care of my aunt Chloe playing with my cousins Rebecca and Daniel until I was 12, when I started to stay home alone.
Obviously I had to do all the housework, cooking, washing clothes, sweeping and cleaning became daily practices, and although it is true that when I started it was very clumsy and burned to the water, I soon took pleasure in it and the trick and now he was a housewife ... it's a saying.
My mother, Alice, left her room wearing a sexyyellow lingerie set, a semitransparent thong, and garters that connected to a transparent white stockings, finishing off the outfit a 5" high heels looked stunning with those huge breasts barely contained in the lace garment, and his huge ass swallowed the dental floss in such a way that on your back you could swear that he was not using anything, ahead of the little triangle of transparent fabric barely covered his shaved pubis.
Mom was wearing makeup with a hand mirror looking from all angles to see that her makeup was perfect.
Her long dark brown hair, even half back was perfectly combed making her look sexy and pretty in equal parts.
"Good morning mom."
"Good morning honey," she said without seeing me, although I still saw her, there was something hypnotized in her sexy body barely covered by lingerie and it wasn't that I liked my mother, at all, I had seen her thousands of times in underwear and another thousand times completely naked, and it was only when he wore underwear or even a sexy outfit when he caught my attention the most, the clothes looked beautiful on his body ... so revealing and at the same time hiding something ... I didn't know why, but I loved to see moms lingerie, and also her high heels were so pretty and sexy ...
But surely I liked all that because I was excited to see women in lingerie ... that is, I liked women with lace, I did not like lace and lingerie by themselves, no, that never.
Stop seeing mom and blushing I served the pancakes and the scrambled egg with ham, mama barely chewed the food and returned to her room.
When I finished washing the dishes she went out with her office clothes, a sack and a gray skirt sober but in her body they looked frankly provocative, especially the skirt that was testing her resistance by not bursting for containing the huge ass of mom.
"And why the outfit?" I asked curiously.
"It's my work clothes ... What are you talking about?" Mama looked away avoiding me.
"I mean everything you have underneath," I smiled.
I saw her pretty face blush and a mischievous smile peeked over her lips.
"Well I don't want to rush but I met someone."
"Someone? Or a man? ”
His cheeks were now even redder.
“Well, well, I met a man, ok? And this could be the good one, or rather the only one, you know that I haven't dated anyone in years.”
I laughed, it seemed that she was the ******** and I was the mother ... I mean the father.
"And…?"
She sipped her coffee while she had time to answer, but I returned to the attack.
"And…"
"And we started dating ... a three months ago," Mom said it quickly, like when you take off a Band-Aid to feel less pain.
"Three months ago? And why did not you tell me?"
Mom again drink her coffee excited and nervous.
"I don't know, I thought you would get mad"
"Why would I get angry?"
"Well, we haven't spent much time lately and before if we did, you know when we watched movies or when you combed my hair and painted my nails"
It was my turn to look the other way ashamed of having done those things with them, things of girls, she was right, just last weekend we had spent the whole day on the couch in front of television watching romantic comedies eating ice cream, and I make up her and then she makeup me to try new styles that she would later use.
"That was a long time ago"
"That was a couple of days ago Alexis"
I puffed and pouted madly.
“Is my pretty boy upset? God Alexis would give anything for owning your lips they are so beautiful and when you pout they look even sexier.”
"Mom, I don't have sexy lips!" I said even more angry, but unable to remove my pout from my fat lips.
"Ok, ok, you don't have sexy lips, and I guess you don't have the best ass in your entire school, right?"
"Mom!"
"Come on Alexis I am playing, although you know that I would support you in any way you chose ... Aiyden is very handsome."
"Mom Aiyden is just my friend!"
"Well Alexis if you don't do it your boyfriend I assure you that Aiyden will stop being your friend to be your father"
"Mama!" I said totally red from anger.
"Relax sweetness, I'm just playing, don't get jealous"
"I'm not jealous," I was angry because Mama hinted that Aiyden was gay, Aiyden was the most masculine man I met, a real male ... and me wasn't gay either, I was definitely not jealous because I was afraid he would take me off Aiyden, right?
"Calm down, I already have my bull," and saying this my mother sighed with a dreamy smile as she shivered.
"Bull?" I asked confused by the word.
"Yes, a true alpha," he said dreamily, at that moment Mom realized what he was saying and shaking his head as if to wake up, he looked embarrassed at the corner of the kitchen.
"Well, and who is that man you have been dating for a three months without telling your son?" Now that he had come down on guard maybe he would answer me.
“His name is Darius, he is and his partners will build a new hotel on North Avenue Beach, so since I am Mr. Harris's secretary, almost every day we met and one day he invited me to dinner, he just wanted to have dinner but when I felt what that he had between his legs ... I had to give him a taste and we went to his house and ... you won't believe it sweetie, he has a beautiful and huge ...”
My mother licked her lips and gave a sensual and hungry moan, while with her hands she showed the size of that thing, about ten inches.
“Mom, I don't need to know the details! I just wanted to know where he lived and where he works”
"Sorry sweetie but ... fuck I still can't walk right ...!"
"Mom!
"Ok, ok, He lives in Gold Coast, he was born and grew up here ... but it's too late, I'm leaving sweetie!"
Mom stood up very hurriedly took her briefcase, kissed me and when I was about to leave she stopped at the door.
"We're going out for dinner on Friday night, I'll ask if I can take you, ok?"
"I don't know, now that you've put those images on my head I don't know if I want to meet him"
"Alexis, what you should do is get yourself a good man and stop being so depressive."
"I'm not gay!" I shouted angrily as Mom left laughing.
I stayed at the table meditating.
So mom was seeing a man, that was good, for years I was her priority and 18 years went by without she going out on dates or anything like that, I was happy for her, now everything made sense, recently mother came very late at home, early in the morning, and yet she looked radiant, rejuvenated and beautiful, I could realize that that could be the result of ... a good fuck, a man was fucking my mother and that's why she was always happy.
Was it so good to get fucked? So good was it for a real man to possess you? A bull? What the hell is a bull? Was it so good to be a woman and have a good fuck?
I took those ideas away from my head and reminded myself of my new purpose of being more manly, and I knew exactly who to ask for help.
***
I arrived at school after riding my bicycle, with Britney Spears in my headphones and although it was not yet eight o'clock I was already starting to sweat, summer was almost over and starting strong, for a moment I was attracted to the idea of taking off my hoodie but I remembered that I was not wearing a shirt underneath and I would leave my huge butt in sight, no, better not to do crazy, an advantage that my hormones were not yet working was that my sweat did not smell, or at least I did not perceive some smell
After leaving my bicycle in the parking lot I went to my locker, where I met my group of girl friends...
Yes, girl friends,no girlfriends.
But the only reason you had only girls as friends was because I planned to seduce one of them, yes, that was my plan, it was definitely not because I liked his talks about boys, fashion and gossip.
And there the four queen bees of the school were gathered.
Roxy, a stunning Latina with tanned skin and long straight black raven hair to her well-formed buttocks, Roxy had the best ass, a Latin ass.
Well the truth is the third best ass in school, if Mom was right, the first place was played by my huge peach-shaped butt and Alika's perfect ass ... I shook my head to get those non-manly thoughts out of my mind.
Roxy wore jeans so tight that the brunette looked painted on her skin, a plaid shirt tied under her breasts, exposing her flat abdomen while at the same time the shirt enhanced her size B breasts.
Cindy a blonde BIMBO with big tits Copa EE, so round and firm that we all suspected were operated, it was known that Cindy had a Sugar Daddy who bought everything she wanted, the blonde used long silky pigtails, Cindy looked like a schoolgirl Innocent, aspect that was lost when you saw that he was wearing mini shorts so small that he could be a denim belt, although in reality his pretty ass was very small, definitely his huge tits were his best charm.
Then there was Hana Thang, a half-Japanese girl, who, unlike the other Asian girls at the Hana school, was tall, well-trained and with double DD boobs who boasted tight shirts that made her dark nipples visible, wore Scottish skirts and her glasses gave her an air of an intelligent girl.
And at the end of all there was Alika, the spectacular African American of our politically correct small group, was tall thin but with a butt worthy of her black race, her small but firm breasts made her look like an Amazon warrior, while the abdomen of all of us It was flat, hers was marked by small abs due to his hard training as captain of the cheerleading squad, because obviously the four sexiest girls in the school were cheerleaders, I ... I was only Alika's personal assistant, the errand boy, and helped the girls to hydrate to have their towels ready and accommodate the materials they used as pom poms, canes, sometimes also washed the uniforms when the squad had too much training or we went to other cities to compete.
"Hello girls," I greeted with my soft and shy soprano voice.
The girls greeted me by kissing me on each cheek except Alika who agreed to look at me and move her hand in recognition.
"Lex, how good you are, something horrible has happened," Cindy squealed as she jumped in alarm making her huge fake breasts bounce.
"What happened?"
"The principal wants to ban revealing clothes at school and also wants to modify the squad uniforms she says are too sexy," Hana explained, with that Asian accent of her.
"He can't do it, mi abuelita worked hard on them," Roxy complained, stomping the floor angrily.
Roxy's grandma was a seamstress and was responsible for the creation of the sexiest and most beautiful outfits the squad had had throughout history.
“And what do you propose, little white boy, can you think of a solution? Because if you want to stay in the cheerleading group you will have to help solve this, do you understand? ”
Alika had cornered me between her and my locker while giving me a cold and sadistic look.
"Come on Alika leave the poor boy alone," Roxy defended me with that Mexican accent.
Alika looked at her angrily, hated when someone contradicted her, but Roxy had never been intimidated by her, maybe it was Mexican blood, the brunette was brave.
"Lex always helps us a lot, it's also super beautiful ... look at it," Cindy took my cheeks and stretched them causing my cheeks to stain pink, "It's like a little bunny."
Cindy finished touching my face.
“If you just didn't dress so badly, you could be quite popular, there are a lot of girls interested in feminine and delicate boys like you, my cousin Riusei has a lot of crazy girls lining up and looks like one of those Korean fags who sing K-pop ”Hana watched criticizing my baggy and horrible clothes.
I hugged myself and I became smaller intimidated by all the attention received from these goddesses, none of them had seen me without my nerd disguise.
“I think he would do better with the boys, you are so pretty, I would kill to have your skin.”
Cindy was still watching my face as if I wanted to tear it off and use it for a Saturday night.
"I think you should concentrate on helping us in this stop thinking about having a partner," Alika kept looking at me annoyed.
“I will do it Alika, I will read the school code and see if I can find something useful.”
I said meekly, I didn't like to make anyone angry, especially Alika who was the queen of the whole school.
"It would be better that way, a white child, because if they force me to dress like a nun, you are out of the squad and you better get other friends because ..."
"He already has other friends, I am his friend."
Alika was interrupted by a husky and sensual male voice.
I looked up knowing who I would find, and indeed there I was standing in all his glory.
Aiyden Prince, the quarterback and captain of the football team, With his 6'5" height and 210lbs of pure muscle Aiyden stood before us like a God before mere mortals, his huge chest and shoulders were perfectly marked below his black shirt, his white jeans were tight to his powerful legs, Aiyden had almost shaved hair and a small shaved mustache that made him look very manly, his gaze was serious and hard and his dark caramel skin almost shone in the light of the hallway lamps.
It was amazing that someone so big and perfect ... I mean muscular, was the same age as me.
Aiyden dominates the place and just his presence as if his perfect and well-sculpted body radiated waves of masculine power to which the only logical option was to submit and obey.
The presence of the huge black boy altered our entire group, Cindy arched her back showing her huge white tits, Hana looks up as she swayed from side to side looking at him with Japanese kitten eyes, Roxy immediately dropped one of the books she held, To have an excuse and to bend down and show her hot Latin ass, Alika turned away from me with fear, and I ... well, I felt that my little penis jumped but it was surely the surprise.
Aiyden just gave them a brief look and then focused on Alika and me.
"Whenever I turn you are bullyng Alexis, why don't you stop bothering him? You should be grateful for everything he helps you"
Aiyden looked disappointed at the African-American girl.
"Of course, defend it as always, instead of greeting your beautiful girlfriend, the first thing you do when you arrive is to defend your little white boy, I think you love him more than me, you spend more time with him, that's for sure"
Alika crossed her arms under her breasts which caused them to be more visible.
Aiyden looked at them a little dumbfounded.
Idiot always fell for that trick, I looked at him feeling angry and betrayed for some reason I could not explain.
Aiyden recovered soon and shaking his head simply sighed.
"Look, my love, it's not that I don't love you, it's just that I don't like Alexis being abused, understand that, you know that thanks to Alexis I spent algebra and chemistry, without his help I would be out of the team, is that what you want?"
Aiyden had taken Alika's chin in her hands and forced her to look at him.
Alika still upset was trying to avoid her gaze.
"Look at me"
The order was direct and firm, he did not admit disobedience, and Alika looked at him.
I also did it, obeying without even thinking about it, Aiyden had the darkest eyes, almost black.
Aiyden realized that I was looking at him directly and smiling at me, he leaned down to kiss his girlfriend and although Alika closed her eyes enjoying her man's lips Aiyden kept looking at me while he kissed her, again my micro penis jumped and this time He stayed a little erect, maybe for any other boy that would have been a problem but for me not, my huge pants and my tiny penis conspired so that nobody could see that he was having a semi-erection.
When the kiss ended, I looked down in embarrassment with the burning cheeks, I had been excited looking at Aiyden ... of course not what excited me was to see Alika the sexy cheerleading captain in a dirty and passionate kiss, that was, of course that yes.
Aiyden then took me by the shoulder and took me with him.
"Well girls, I take little Alexis. We need to talk about the next algebra test."
And without waiting for an answer, he took me with him, everyone in the hall opened the way as we walked some white boys even shrugged in fear as Aiyden passed by.
I felt protected and safe.
I felt happy, knowing that Aiyden the most popular boy in school considered me his friend made me feel in the clouds.
Before Mrs. Thomson assigned me as a tutor for Aiyden, the other boys made me bullyng and bothered me, especially the black boys, it was as if I were in their nature to humiliate and dominant all the weak and white boys they encountered for his way ... and I agreed with that, I think it is natural for the weak to obey the strong. This is how we evolved so far, with strong leaders and males leading the weakest.
But although I did not intend to protest the continuous jokes that the black boys made to me when I helped Aiyden pass his exams he put an end to the bullyng, nobody could touch me or bother me.
During the last year I had to wait every afternoon for Aiyden to finish his workouts, I sat in the stands watching him do passes and touch downs, while the cheerleaders practiced, and it was on one of those afternoons while I could not stop watching Aiyden dominate the field as a demigod, when Roxy discovered me and asked me to go for some bottles of water and so I began to be part of the cheerleading group until they officially included me in order to obtain school credits.
But that had happened a year ago, the best year of my life, being a friend of Aiyden everyone knew me and respected me ... No, they didn't respect me, they respected Aiyden and they all respected Aiyden's things, and since I owned to Aiyden, everybody care of me, I was his property.
A shiver recorded me when I stopped at that thought, I was from Aidyn, belonged to him.
Alika also said, "Your little white boy," I was Aiyden's little white boy.
Shit! Again with strange thoughts...
Aiyden and I arrived in front of a drink machine, and without asking anything he put money in and took out two bottles of his or a blue Gatorade, mine a box of strawberry milk.
“Strawberry milk? I wanted a Coke," a childish pout flitted across my thick lips.
Aiyden who was drinking wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked at me seriously.
"You must drink milk if you want to grow up one day, Lexy ... don't let Alika treat you that way, you must be firmer, braver I can't protect you all the time ... even if I wanted to."
That was my chance.
"That's what I want, I want ... to train with you"
Aiyden looked at me in surprise and then burst out laughing, I got angry and shrugged while my lips formed a pout without my being able to control it.
"It's not funny," I stomped to the floor in a childlike way.
"Ok, ok, I won't laugh, so you want to train with me ... it's okay I guess I owe you, you teach me science I will teach you sports, but I will be very hard on you"
Aiyden took me by the chin as I had done with Alika and looked me straight in the eye.
"Do not think that being small and cute I will have mercy, now be a good boy and drink your milk"
A groan came out of my throat when Aiyden stroked my cheek.
My face should be red hot as I felt it burn with shame, while this time yes, definitely my penis jumping, but no have a total erection, everything is ok, no like me Aiyden, never.
Aiyden finally released me and after meeting to study in the library tomorrow in the afternoon, we both said goodbye, he always made fists with his friends and football teammates, but he ruffled my hair in a friendly caress and left.
Classes went by without me giving too much attention, which didn't worry me too much because I was a bookworm and the teacher’s favorite.
But what worried me was that all day I was thinking about Aiyden and how he treated me, how he caressed my cheek while he saw me with those black eyes.
In how my body reacted to his only presence.
I'm not gay I told myself, I'm not a fag, I'm not a girl.
I would do my best to train with Aiyden and show him that he could be brave and strong and then we could be true friends.
***
With those thoughts, I left school and got on my bike and pedaled towards my house, I was so lost in my mind that when I crossed a crossroad I did not notice the red light and a car hit me on the side, I could hear the noise of the tire at Stopping as I fell towards the asphalt, the pain erased all the thoughts that were in my mind.
The car driver ran down and came to my side.
"What the hell is wrong with you damn stupid…?"
That was when I looked at him, a huge black man in a gray suit so elegant that it cost several thousand dollars, he looked at me from above, he was taller and bigger than Aiyden, the expression of anger completely changed to surprise and then worry crossed her face, the huge man knelt beside me covering the sunlight like a titan.
"Excuse me, Miss, I thought you were any lazy person, are you all right?"
Miss? Why did she call me Miss? Then I looked at my body and discovered that my hoodie had risen leaving my flat, naked and white belly and my huge hips highlighted like a neon sign, thanks to the fact that I was lying on the asphalt like a damsel in distress.
"I ... I am not ..." and then trying to support my hand a strong pain made me scream.
"Let me see that girl" the huge black man gently took my tiny arm and the contrast between his black African skin and my snowy skin shook me, it seemed like I could break my arm like it was a twig, and surely I could do it was a huge Black lion and I just a scared bunny.
"Only this sore does not dislocate, you have no fractures, but I will take you to my house, and call my doctor."
"It is not necessary ... I ..."
I tried to speak and say it was fine but my words drowned in a cry of surprise when I was lifted from the ground as if it weighed nothing.
One arm held my back and the other was under my knees.
I was carrying the princess style!
The surprise of such an action forced me to carry my arms around his neck to be able to support me, unnecessary because in reality I could not fall that huge bear had me well held.
He stood up to his full height which must have been about 6'10 "and although I had never been so tall without climbing a ladder, but I could not admire the view because my gray eyes were completely fixed on that man's face of African descent, his eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen in my life, they were golden! Like those of a feline, those of a Lion.
An adult lion, wise and mature because his hair that has almost shaved slime and his beard in the form of a padlock were held by silver gray hair that made him look very distinguished, was almost identical to the actor Idris Elba, only with skin as black as ebony, while Aiyden was the color of dark caramel as among their grandparents were English, this man was pure black, almost obscenely black this was not an African American skin this was the color of a real African.
Why was I comparing this man with Aiyden? As if they were two purebred stallions competing to prey a mare in heat?
We stared at each other for an eternity and I could feel his hands caressing me gently, one on my shoulder and the other dangerously close to my bubble booty.
The scent of his lotion was intoxicating me, but more than that it was the smell of his sweat that was stronger than the one that made me dizzy, a wild and strong aroma, the scent of his musk, the scent of a real male...
And without knowing why I did it, I sank my face into his huge and strong chest and began to breathe its delicious aroma, and although my wrist hurt, it had scratches all over my body, my micro penis was totally hard, finally and Knowing the reason, for the first time I had a full erection and recognizing that this delicious scent of alpha male was the reason it made me start to cry as if the blow had really hurt me.
"Shh, shh, little girl, everything's fine, let old Darius take care of you, come on, let's go home so you can rest, I won't let anything happen to you my pretty little girl."
And although I knew he was just trying to calm me down, I believed him, I thought we would go home and he would pamper me and take care of me until everything was fine again, I believed everything.
And while leaving me in the passenger seat of his black Maserati (until now he had paid attention to the car that had hit me) my mind was trying to give me alarm signals that I ignored while still crying and groaning like a little girl.
"Darius," where had he heard that name before? And why did it seem that it was important? "Darius" I repeated the name mentally and it tasted like honey ... Mr. Darius, calling him sir seemed the most correct thing to me.
I was about to discover the mystery of my nervousness by hearing his name when Mr. Darius sat behind the wheel and smiled at me.
“I put your bike in the trunk, it's not very big but your bike is small, a cute and small bike for a cute and small girl, right?”
And the alarm in my head went off completely leaving the mystery unsolved, because all I could think about is how powerful and enormous this man was and how small and delicate I was.
Mr. Darius leaned toward me ... I didn't step back, I wanted to be close to him, and taking the seat belt, he dragged it all over my chest to my waist and stopped to stroke my thick thighs for a few more seconds which is strictly necessary and then finally fastened the belt.
A shiver ran down my spine and even though I was still sore and confused by everything I was living, my micro penis was still totally erect.
"Don't cry anymore princess, soon be well, leave everything to me."
For the second time in the day a black man took me by the chin to see him in the eyes and caressed my cheeks wiping them from my tears.
"Smile for me, my little bunny," he said, pointing with his incredible golden eyes the bunny of my hoodie.
And I smiled at him.
"That's better, a beautiful filly like you should never cry"
Filly, he called me filly and instead of correcting him or asking why he called me that way I could only giggle shyly.
And then that mighty African warrior came closer and kissed my forehead in a strange paternal gesture that ripped a purr from my throat.
Mr. Darius put on his own belt, and then started.
And he could have taken me in the middle of the forest to kill me, because I didn't see the road at any time, because my attention and senses were all set on that alpha male.
His beard his nose his eyes and his strong jaw made me feel ditzy, his huge chest and thick arms that in spite of his Italian suit stood out making my heart beat like crazy.
But the most powerful reason to follow him to the end of the world was ... his scent, his fragrance of man, his essence of male, of alpha male, and as I adored him with my eyes I kept breathing that scent, all the way breathing.
