Eight and bullied
Introduction:
This is a work of fiction
A sudden urge to pee disrupted my plans. It was often the case at eight-years-old. Taking to
my feet, I ran as best I could on my clumsy toothpick legs, now even more uncooperative
because of the effort required to maintain the excess fluid in my bloated bladder.
When I burst inside the toilets, he was already standing there, smoking a cigarette,
indifferent to the stench of bleach – Javion, the only black kid at my elementary school.
I did not really know the boy since he was from the sixth grade. As a general rule, I avoided
big kids. Especially those that scared me like Javion. There was a malicious glow in the
black boy’s eyes and his arrogant demeanor suggested a precocious maturity. The frizzy hair
atop his head presented shaved lines on each side and a silver ring shone on one of his ear
lobes. At thirteen, Javion had surely flunked a grade and thus was a ‘bad’ boy in my opinion.
Normally, I would have spun around in my little sandals seeing the tall kid, but the need to
tinkle was too urgent. I selected a urinal and relieved the pressure while Javion took the
last few drags of his cigarette. As soon as I pulled my shorts up, the black teen grabbed me
by the collar and lifted me off the floor like a sack of potatoes.
“Gimme yer money!” he yelled. “You got some, right? Momma’s boys like yo, deay aways git an
alloowance.”
“My-my mo-mother doesn’t give me anything.” I stammered bleakly.
Instinctively, my little fingers probed my shorts pockets seeking something of value.
“Wat yo got in yer pockets?” Javion inquired. “Whatcha hidin?”
“Gumballs.” I showed him stupidly.
Displeased, the athletic boy pulled me to a stall delivering a series of whacks behind my
head. The teenager’s strong hand pushed me on the toilet bowl. A mixture of terror and
fascination overwhelmed me. All my friends were white and gentle. The confidence of the
black boy impressed me. Javion sported an evil grin, towering over me in a trendy tracksuit.
I wondered why he desperately needed to get his hands on pocket change?
“Ever did a blowjob?” Javion said with a mellow tone.
“Huh?”
“I betcha already done it. Lil’ white sissies they love to suck dicks, specially black
dicks. Are you a fairy faggot? “
“No.”
“Well, if yo ain’t got any money, yo hafta suck my dick.” Javion asserted. “Pull down mah
pants. Ah can see it in yo eyes dat you wanna!”
The statement was not entirely false. I had never been close to someone as bold and virile,
neither someone who talked about sex stuff so openly. The idea of submitting to him did not
seem shameful, even curiously enticing. Anyway, I didn’t see how I could get passed the
boy’s dominance. Sometimes, the young teen extended a devastating slap to my cheek out of
the blue, confirming that he had the upper hand at the time. Without the stature to defend
myself, no alternative came to my mind on the spur of the moment.
“Go awn! Watcha waitin’ fawr?” Javion grew impatient.
My little fingers trembled a bit when I tugged on the jogging pants, then the skimpy red
underpants. As I suspected, Javion owned an impressive pair of balls. A tuft of curly black
hair as dark as his skin covered the pubic mound. In the middle, a plump and half-rigid
penis hung low. To my eyes, a huge appendage, with a circumcised head brown and satiny.
Javion brandished his dick at my chin. With his free hand, he pulled my blond head towards
his crotch to get me to gobble it up. “Open wide!” he said. Soon, it was sliding between my
lips. Everything had happened so fast. One moment, I was quietly doing my homework, the
other I had the penis of a thirteen-year-old boy in my mouth!
Javion swung his pelvis. He pushed his cock and slammed my head down on it at the same time,
muttering, “Mmmm yeah, dat’s it, suck my dick… You like that, huh? Lil’ cocksucker…”
The teenage prick stretched my thin lips and invaded my throat. I choked on the mass when
it blocked the air from passing. Javion’s aggressiveness annoyed me. Deploying the weak
muscles of my arms, I managed to push the tall kid away and holler, “Quit it! I’m gonna do
it alone!”
I grabbed his erection and continued to suck, now aware of how to do it. Javion placed his
hands akimbo on his hips. While I sucked him, he glared down at me, licking his fleshy lips,
the white of his eyes twinkling. Spontaneous moans escaped his mouth whenever the pleasure
rose.
“Ohhhh justa lil’ more…” he sighed after a few minutes.
The announcement comforted me. I was beginning to get tired bobbing my head to slurp the
entire length of the large lollipop. Suddenly, Javion backed his bubble butt away and his
dick popped out. I froze on the spot when I saw the white cream gushing out of his penis.
I sat there on the toilet bowl, mesmerized by the sauce spurting all over my face,
listening to Javion rejoice, “Orhhhh yeah! Orhhh yessss!”
* *
I thought the aggression would be a unique occurrence. I was naive. Javion had recognized
in me an ideal prey: a skinny kid, respectful of his elders and so reserved that he would
never dare to bother anyone with embarrassing stories of physical and sexual abuse.
At school, whenever I encountered my tyrant, I got attacked. It always happened in front
of his bully friends. The black teen kicked my ankles and slapped my face. He called me a
‘momma’s boy’, ‘sissy’ or ‘fairy’. The others laughed admiring the stranglehold of their
leader on me. I suppressed my tears to preserve some dignity.
At least twice a week, Javion handed me a note in the stairwell. He summoned me after class
in the wooded area next to the school yard. I showed up, knowing I would be beaten if I did
not.
In the shade of trees and bushes, Javion lowered my shorts and undies. His brown hands
groped my little white ass. They fondled my balls and willy. I got a boner being touched
that way, in a manner so furtive and lustful. Javion scanned the surroundings. Quickly, he
dropped his pants.
“Noboday here,” he whispered. “Suck my dick, lil’ fairy.”
Knees digging in the damp earth, I grabbed the teen’s big ballbag. His dick was already
majestically erect. Six inches of rigid and throbbing black meat. I opened my mouth and
clamped my lips on it. The clandestine nature of the encounter required that I operate
quickly. I pumped the shaft immediately, my mouth sucking fast with childish energy.
“Damn dat feels goooood,” Javion said, pulling my blond head to his groin. “Ohhh yessss,
right dawn to da balls…”
His dark face lit up with beaming grimaces as he savored the pleasure of being served by
a docile small white boy. I slid my lips on the hard piece of flesh a while. Then, I
focused on the head, licking it with the tip of my tongue and suckling. I listened closely
to the lascivious moans of the black boy, hoping he would cum soon. A sentiment of pride
consoled me when his dick juice erupted in my mouth. I spat the load and we parted, raising
our pants fast. Javion threw me a menacing look to remind me there would be consequences if
I didn’t keep the secret.
I would like to say that I became brave eventually. That I stood up to him or better yet,
learned to defend myself by taking karate courses or whatever. But I did not. For many
weeks I was Javion’s slave. I jerked him off or relieved him of the relentless sexual
impulses of puberty with my mouth.
Unlike other bullied children, I didn’t feel any unduly pressure. These lessons of life and
sex excited me. Every night in my bed, the memories of the obscene things that the black
boy had forced me to do, hardened my small penis. I snuck my hand in my pajamas’ pants.
My fingers played with my smooth balls and gripped my stiffy. I masturbated at a sustained
pace, grateful that I’d met Javion and learnt how to do it. My young body felt so alive
from the surge of physical delights. The increasing pleasure stiffened my legs and my feet.
I tugged on my tiny pecker faster until a sudden dry orgasm made me shiver and a squeaky
chirp came out of my throat.
* * *
Over time the balance in our relationship changed. I went from consenting victim to more
like a pal for Javion. After all, we knew each other intimately. Our meetings happened
discreetly. We played together in parks outside the neighbourhood or rode our bikes on
secluded trails. Javion did not want to be seen in the company of a puny eight-year-old
white kid. He invited me to his home only when his parents were not there.
The apartment was situated above a sex shop with tinted windows in a dingy mall. Javion
seemed more relaxed in the privacy of his bedroom. While we played video games, he
revealed himself, admitting his academic difficulties and feeling bad for his mood swings.
“Ah’m sorree I beat you up,” he’d say. “Ah promise ah won’t do it again.”
I also found out that he had two lesbian mothers, one black and the other white. They
were the joint owners of the sex shop on the first floor.
One day Javion showed me the toy chest in their bedroom. It contained lingerie and leather
bras. Also, handcuffs and many colorful imitations of big penises made of latex. The young
teen enjoyed unveiling the usage of the sex toys, feasting on my reactions of shock and
surprise.
“Dis izz to whip da butt!” he explained, waving a short wand with many leather strips.
“Ohhh,” I exclaimed. “Does it hurt?”
“It hurts nice, my momma Sharon says…”
A pink thing in the mountain of toys caught my attention. It was a long ribbed tube.
“What’s this?” I asked my expert host.
“A vibrator. Wait, Ah’ll show yo!” he blurted out and proceeded to undress. First, he took
off his tracksuit, then his white socks and underwear. I had never seen him completely
nude before. He was beautiful, perched on long smooth legs. The curves of his young muscles
were well defined under his chocolate-colored skin. On his chiseled chest, the navel
protruded like a button. When he moved, his heavy balls and dick waltzed between his thighs.
His whole body exuded a magnetism and the vanity of a boy much older than thirteen.
Javion applied a layer of jelly on the pink thing. Then, he lay on his side, raising his
leg up a bit. I examined the demonstration, sitting Indian style, my dickie stiff and my
little eyes glued on the round black buns where the boy was trying to bury the large tube.
Wincing, Javion pressed the tip of the vibrator directly over his asshole. I saw it enter.
“Orrhhh, you gotta do it slow.” he remarked, chewing his lip.
Half-way in, Javion got on all four like a dog. He triggered the vibration mode with his
fingertips. The large cylinder embedded in his butt hole began to buzz. I couldn’t help but
giggle at the sight of him, wiggling his rump with half of the pink tube sticking out of
his black ass. “Ohhhhh, fawk dat’s nice! Fawk dat’s nice!” he repeated, jerking his dick.
It had become hard as soon as he’d turned on the vibrator. From my position I could see
the dark ring of his anus around the pink plastic. And between his thighs, his frantic
hand tugging on his erection. “Come here, gimme a blowjob.” he called me.
I crawled under his taut belly. The circumcised glans of his penis looked like a big
caramel mushroom. I suckled it a while then leaned forward to get more of his dick in my
mouth. A sticky sweet syrup flowed constantly on my tongue. While I sucked his penis,
I felt the vibration of the buzzing toy on the circumference of my lips. A mouth massage
that was not unpleasant.
Javion raved in the ecstasy of the double stimulation. “Damn, dat’s sooo good! My cock’s
so hard. Oh daaaaamn! Ah’m gonna bust my nuts!”
All of a sudden, his hand yanked a handful of my blond hair. He shoved his dick down my
throat yelling, “Swallow! Quick! Swallow or it’s gonna shoot allo’er da carpet!”
I attempted to slip away, but in vain. My head was skewered on his hard cock. The blasts
of semen exploded directly into my throat. I gulped it all down, for the first time,
quickly, afraid to make a mess at his home.
* * * *
The chest of toys never lost its appeal when I went at Javion’s apartment. I pestered him
to explain to me what sensation was supposed to be derived from one or the other objects.
“Wanna try?” he asked me one day.
Since these toys were obviously forbidden to children, my interest was all the more
aroused. I immediately stripped naked, my skinny hairless body receptive to the experience.
Javion squirted some transparent jelly in the crack of my butt. With the tip of his index,
he smeared the slimy substance around my poop hole. I cringed when his fingers began to
probe my anus. However, my dickie appreciated the intrusion and stiffened.
Javion fished out a string from the chest of toys. On every inch of it, there was a little
white ball. “These are Geisha beads.” he pointed out before putting the first one in my
lubricated hole. Then came the second one, and the next. Whenever a bead entered my hole,
I cooed because a small current of pleasure tingled on the tip of my boner.
When Javion had finished, I spun my head around and chuckled, seeing that the necklace had
disappeared entirely in my behind. “Close your eyes.” Javion ordered. Then slowly, he
pulled on the end of the string. The beads that came out of me distended the tight ring of
my anus deliciously. With his left hand, Javion tenderly fondled my stiffy at the same time.
“Hmmm here’s anotha one,” he announced like an anchorman. “And dis izz number five!”
I felt so naughty, naked on my knees with the big black boy who was playing with my ass and
my willy. After the ejection of the last bead, I wanted to start all over again.
“So, did you like it?” Javion asked.
“Uh-uh.” I smiled sheepishly.
“I know somethin u’re gonn realee diggg now!” he replied, lowering his jogging pants and
underwear.
Before I could even understand what was happening, I felt the tip of his dick poke my anus.
Since it had been loosened by the previous game, it offered less resistance. Suddenly,
Javion’s hard-on slipped inside me. My limbs went numb as if I’d been struck by lightning.
Javion grabbed me by the waist and started swaying his hips. The pain of the hard rod going
in and out of my rectum made me dizzy. “It hurts!” I protested. “Owww! Stop Javion! Owwww!”
“Wait a bit, u’ll see, it gets fine afterwards.” he reassured me.
For a while, I only felt the burning pain of my poor little asshole outraged to be invaded
by this big teen cock. Then it gradually subsided. Javion took his ease and fucked me more
vigorously. When my lamentations became too plaintive, he fiddled with my stiffy in order
to give me some pleasure.
After long minutes, my toes unclenched. I played with by boner while Javion pushed his dick
in my butt. He kissed my neck and said “It doesn’t hurt anymore, huh? Ah tol’ yo so…”
“Uh-uh.”
“You like it in the ass, huh?”
Words failed me. I did not know exactly what we were doing and simply replied, “Yes.”
His hands went up on my back and gripped my armpits sensuously. He pinned my shoulders to
the floor continuing to fill me up with his swollen cock in long measured strokes. I was
on my knees, my little butt raised up, totally possessed. “Hmmm it’s so fine like dis…”
Javion whispered in my ear.
I remained silent, not wanting to flatter his ego by confessing I loved feeling his dick
slide between my buttocks and plunge inside me so hard and hot. Javion increased the
firmness of his thrusts since I wasn’t complaining. My tiny pucker opened obediently to
help him out. I moaned louder and louder each time his cock stabbed me, “Unggh! Unggghh!
UNNNNGGGH”
“Uh yeah! Uh yeah!” Javion sang.
The brutality of the black teenager reached its peak. He did not care that I was a delicate
little boy. His long grasshopper legs allowed him to pump my ass with rapid and powerful
lunges. And he took advantage of that, pounding my butt while I bawled like a little girl,
“OOOOOH! OOOOOOHH! OOOOOOH!”
The full length of his dick plowed in my rectum. His balls bounced on my ass like they were
ping pong balls. With my cheek and my shoulders pinned down on the carpet, I drooled as he
banged my butt roughly.
As soon as I felt his cock pulsate and shoot inside me, I got off. My little cries of
ecstasy filled the room. Javion was still gripping me by the armpits. The violent spasms
of his orgasm shook me and I loved it, feeling almost like being a part of him as he came.
* * * * *
Javion never did show sensitivity or compassion towards me. There was no hope of changing
him. It was in his nature. He was a bad boy. And that was probably the reason I did not
want our friendship to end, even after my harsh deflowering. I liked his masculinity and
being dominated. I liked seeing his big black dick soft and hard. Above all, I enjoyed
noticing in his sly eyes, the carnivorous appetite for the vulnerable eight-year-old lamb
that I was.
I returned to his home a lot, even though I knew I would have to suck his dick and ‘take it
up the butt’, as he referred to it. It did not dampen my enthusiasm to be with him at all.
The raw sexuality that the young teen taught me brought me delicious vertigo and multiple
orgasms.
Javion used the various items of the toy chest to intensify the physical pleasures.
A vibrator on my nipples. Warming massage oil on my balls. Dildos of different textures and
dimensions in my anus. I squealed with joy discovering each new sensation of pain or
pleasure. I was a sexually fulfilled child.
On every occasion, Javion slapped the handcuffs on my wrists. He bent me over the bed.
I waited patiently in this submissive position. “Ah’ll do real good dis time.” he said,
stroking his hard-on with oil.
I felt the rigid mass of his dick sink into my anus and immediately, the black teen pumped
my butt with jerky thrusts. During the long sodomy, I remained tensed, on the tip of the
toes. I bit the bed sheets. My stiff dickie rubbed pleasantly on the fabric with every jolt
of the coupling. Javion increased the cadence until he was using my little ass like a
trampoline, ranting “Oh fawk! Yesss! Orrh dat’s fine! Oh damn it’s so tight and hot doin it
in yer lil’ butt!”
I squealed, “Ohh Javion! Unnggh! Javion!” feeling his cock ramming at a frantic speed in
my hole. My climax ensued as he lodged his erection deeply in my bowel to abruptly spill
a huge load of hot spunk.
* * * * * *
At the end of the school year, Javion passed the final exam. He graduated and went to
another school. We didn’t see each other anymore. I kept a happy memory of my bully.
He certainly had not been the ideal mate for an eight-year-old kid but I missed him some
days. Long after our separation, it still amazed me how he had been right about me at
first glance. I was indeed gay and loved dicks. Especially black dicks.
