Eight and bullied

The first time, it happened at school. I had stayed over after class to finish my homework.
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.