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My Big Black Boyfriend

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He snaps his fingers, and I hungrily crawl across the floor toward him. He sits casually naked in his chair, his chocolate brown muscular body relaxed, and his strong legs spread wide so that I can see the object of my love, my life. Some of you will think I am perverted, and others of you may even suspect I am mentally ill, but I tell you I am not. I have just found the answer to all my longing, a reason to live. My black boyfriend’s massive hunk of fuckmeat! Before you call me a worthless faggot, please take into consideration that I just turned thirteen and that I never had sex before I met Tyrone.

I am a tiny boy, although I do have huge balls. Unfortunately, my dick is small and only erects to two inches. I think I am a good-looking boy, at least my family and the kids at school always said so.
 
Tyrone is six foot six, and his body is that of an Adonis, but he taught me that I do not need to worship his whole body. That is not my purpose in life. I only need to worship his enormous cock! His black cock is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. My eyes tear up, and I get a lump in my throat when he puts on pants because I cannot stand to have it covered up. I live now only for Tyrone’s cock so I can serve it in any way that I can.
 
That day I met him at the mall changed my life forever. Until then, I lived an ordinary life with ordinary goals and dreams. Within a week of meeting Tyrone, he had fucked away my virginity and taught me how to suck his huge cock to his satisfaction. Pleasing him was not easy, since I had had no experience. I was just a stupid faggot. But he was patient. He taught me that the most essential thing in a faggot’s life is to service his man’s cock.
 
He urged me to run away from home and come live with him. So I did. I left my family and friends, my school, my entire life to be with my boyfriend. I was in love. Once he had me living with him, he set about changing me from loving him to loving his big black cock.
 
I am not allowed any music, or TV, or books, or magazines. I am instructed to watch four hours of fuck videos each day, and Tyrone has me read books like Black Master’s Teenage Slave.
 
When he comes home from selling drugs or playing basketball, he will sometimes throw his dirty underwear or jock strap to me, and I get to suck on it and smell where his prick and balls have been all day.
 
As I crawl across the floor toward Tyrone in his chair, the bell he has hanging from my clitty makes the prettiest little sound. The ball stretcher causes my sac to hang heavy and swing. Tyrone loves that. As I crawl, my eyes are riveted on his cock hanging half-hard between his muscular brown thighs. He wants me to only look at cocks not even bothering with guys’ faces or bodies. My eyes are to be always looking at cock. Even when guys pass me on the street, I am to look at the lumps in their pants and imagine how big and tasty their dicks are. I have learned that there are many different tastes to guys’ pricks. This has taken lots of practice.
 
Tyrone has had a bad cold this week, so he spits into a cup he has on a table next to him. When the cup is filled with his spit and nose gunk, he hands it to me to drink. I do not mind this because he is my boyfriend and my life to me.
 
As I get closer to the chair, I can smell his dick and balls, and my clitty starts to tingle and drip. There is no joy in the world for me like being able to suck his dick for him. It is so large, over ten inches that, at first, when he face fucked me, it really ripped up my throat. I could not talk for about a week.
 
Tyrone is never gentle. No, he takes what he wants, and that is why I love him so much. It still hurts when he fucks me because his cock is so big and he is so rough. I just turned thirteen last week, and a few months ago, I did not even know people got fucked in the ass. Now it happens to me fifteen or twenty-five times a day. You see, Tyrone allows all of his friends to fuck me too. He says it is right for him to share me. So I have to suck and get fucked by up to twenty-five guys each day in the mouth and asshole.
 
Tyrone fucks other boys and girls, of course. He kindly explained to me that my cunt just was not enough to satisfy him. That does not mean he does not love me and that I am not his boyfriend. He just needs fresh pussy. I can understand that, but I do not like it that he comes home after fucking other boys and girls with his dick unwashed and then wants me to lick and suck the dried cunt-slime and ass-slime from his prick and balls. The only time I really hate it is when he has fucked ass, and then I really cannot stand the taste. Still, I have to do it if I want to keep him as my boyfriend. I have to lick every trace of the fuck slime off his huge orange-sized nuts and his massive prick. But because I love his cock so much, I am willing to do it. Soon the taste of fuck slime goes away, and I am left with the marvelous flavor of his fuckmeat.
 
“Clean it up!” he ordered, slumping in his chair to smoke a joint.
 
Please do not think he is not wonderful to me. Two or three times a week, he lets me sleep in his bed with his dick in my mouth all night. Other nights I sleep at the side of the bed with a special blanket that he has jerked off into over a hundred times. I suck on it and kiss it, as I smell his cock aroma.
 
He also buys me new clothes for when he takes me out. Around the house, I have to be naked, so I am ready to fuck at all times, but when he takes me out, he lets me wear tiny shorts that come to just above my dick root, of course, I wear no underwear, and a cropped mesh tee shirt. He says he loves the way my brown nipples poke through the material of the tee shirt. He makes me work on my nipples every day for an hour so that they stick out like erasers.
 
I am also his special toilet boy. That means that of all the boys he fucks, he only pisses in my mouth! That is why I am allowed to sleep by his bedside on the floor so that when he needs to take a leak from that huge fat magnificent black fuck sausage, I can slide it in my mouth and swallow his urine. He tells me that soon I will learn other ways to please him, and he will no longer need toilet paper.
 
Do you think it is possible for a thirteen-year-old boy to find happiness like this? Sometimes, I really miss my mother and father, and my brother. To help me get over them, he lines my litter box with their photos, and I have to squat and piss and shit on them. I am not allowed to use a toilet. I do get to clean Tyrone’s toilet though—with my tongue. I have to do my job in a litter box, often with all of his friends watching. They laugh a lot and have a really good time watching me piss and shit.
 
When Tyrone’s friends are over to watch some sporting event on TV, I serve drinks and food, and they are allowed to finger me of course. When they are not fingering my twat, I have to sit on a hassock next to the TV with my legs spread, holding my ass cheeks open for his friends to see my fuckhole. This is to entertain them Tyrone says. Tyrone says a boy of thirteen should know how to sit correctly for his boyfriend. He will sometimes order me to stick three or four fingers up my cunt and sit that way. He says soon, my entire hand will fit up inside my fuckhole. I know it will hurt, but I also know I will do whatever Tyrone wants. After all, he is my boyfriend.