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Subject: {ASSM} Tony and his boy Jerome (extended and revised) Mm/ass play/racial slurs
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This is a work of fiction. This work is not intended to be read by
minors. None of the characters in it should be assumed to be minors. It
includes homosexual acts, humiliation and racial slurs. If you are
offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to
read.

Jerome spent a hot afternoon shooting hoops on the outdoor basketball
court outside his high school. All afternoon, he and his young black
homeboys ran and jumped on cracked urban concrete that glowed in the
hot noon sun.

The boys also seemed to glow as their sweaty black skin glistened in
the golden sun. The boys ranged in color from light coffee with lots of
cream to the deepest darkest chocolate brown - a mixture of inner
city boys whose ancestors came from all parts of the African jungle
many years ago. They came from a place where dicks grow thick and long
and where balls fill up with thick creamy cum. Their bodies are hard
and fertile.

But jungle boys need to have a mentor to guide them, just as Tarzan
guided "Boy" or a white basketball coach guides the skilled natural
athletes on his team. The boys need a white male figure as a substitute
for the missing fathers in their homes. They need someone to teach them
discipline and to respect and submit to authority. Without this, they
just run wild in the streets and get into all kinds of trouble with the
authorities.

Jerome and his buddies instinctively understood this. Some of them were
lucky enough to have older white mentors, but most of them were not.
Jerome's mentor was Tony, who lived on the other side of town. Tony
just moved into a new apartment and could use the help of a tough young
nigga to help him get settled in. Jerome and Tony planned to meet later
in the day - first Jerome and his buddies would work up a sweat in
their vigorous daily game of basketball.

The boys dribbled the ball through their sweaty nigger legs with
amazing skill and dexterity. Each team moved across the court as one
organism; passing the ball with perfect timing and melding individual
egos for the sole purpose of beating the other guys. Each player could
be a superstar, but they wouldn't let that stardom shine if would
stand in the way of helping the team toward the ultimate goal of
victory.

So, there they were; tough, hard, young inner city black boys bumping
and rubbing up against each other as they scrambled to retrieve the
ball. Their funky nigger sweat made their bodies slide as they collided
into each other. When they had to hold each other to keep from falling
over, their sweaty bodies slid in a tight embrace as if they were
lovers on a dance floor. They got a good chance to feel and smell of
each other's nigger sweat.

Not that they didn't have ample opportunity for this in the
lockeroom. Inner city high school boys' lockerooms are filled with
the smell of discarded sweat socks, jock straps and boxer shorts. Funky
smelly nigger underwear permeated the air. The smell of discarded
sweat-soaked ghetto t-shirts added to the mix along with the horny
smell of teenaged nigger boys' discarded sweaty and cum-stained boxer
shorts, which all created a potent ambiance in which to change clothes
- and the boys never showered, for fear of being called a
"faggot." Therefore, funk added to funk - making the boy's
lockeroom a haven for nigger maleness and masculine intensity.

Sometimes, on the basketball court, all Jerome could see where tufts of
nappy nigger hair under the dark arm pits of his buddies as he jumped
beneath them, trying to snatch the ball away. Plenty of times he and
the other boys got their faces covered with hot ghetto underarm funk,
this was as an occupational hazard of the game - but they didn't
mind. They learned to love the smell of nigger funk, and secretly
masturbated to the memory of it late into the night when they were home
alone in their beds. They tasted each other's young tuff thug nigga
sweat and it seemed to make them stronger. Anyway, it was all part of
playing to win the game.

The boys grunted and moaned as they slammed into and held on to one
another. Better to hold onto the firm muscled trunk of a strong young
ghetto nigger, even if it kinda got you a little sexually aroused,
making you doubt your manhood, than to hit the pavement and risk
injuring an arm or leg. All the better still, to get a good whiff of
your teammates and the other guys' bodies to see what their black
manhood smelled like.

When Jerome and his buddies grabbed hold of each other on such
occasions, they could feel their thick Mandingo dicks rub against each
other under their shorts - the same cocks the boys used to service
black hos in hot squeaking ghetto beds in the middle of the night.
Those black boys fucked their women and made them scream in sexual
ecstasy - and those ghetto bitches' screams blended in with the
screams of their neglected babies who couldn't compete with the
excitement of being screwed all night long by a big nigger cock.

These nigga cocks had no limits to their capacity to function. They
pumped out cum anytime and anywhere, almost on demand. They stuffed
teen girl's pussies in the stairwell, making them pregnant with
little nigga babies. They were the same thick black cocks that serviced
white girls' pussies before and after stops at the mall, where the
girls proudly showed off their "catch" to their friends, making
them jealous.

This particular afternoon, Jerome was covered with his buddies' funky
jungle sweat, plus a lot of sweat of his own. He'd had niggas slam
into him and lay on top of him in every position imaginable. Sometimes
the boys would accidentally hump each other, grinding their semi-hard
Negroid rods together, forgetting for a moment that they were both
dudes and that they were in a tough man's sport out in public instead
of in the privacy of their homes with their "bytches", screwing on
the ghetto floors. Sometimes the stimulus of the nigger dick just takes
over like that and the boys find themselves blindly responding to their
sexual urges.

Today, Jerome had to leave early because he had planned the rendezvous
with his mentor, who was patiently waiting for him. He could have
brought the whole pack of sweaty black boys along with him to make the
work of fixing up Tony's new apartment go much easier, but he
didn't want to overwhelm and intimidate the white man. Besides, why
court competition for the attention of your mentor?

Now, Tony was the horniest white man you've ever seen. Tony liked to
run, jog, and play tennis - so he kept in good shape. Jerome liked
that about him, as did many other black dudes who slyly checked the
white man out in the lockeroom. Jerome, like other black males,
respected physicality - it was the only thing he could admire and
subordinate himself to. It only felt right and proper.

To look at Tony you wouldn't think he was gay; so when Jerome was
invited over to help his mentor unpack, with a few promises of beer and
video games made on the side, the colored boy jumped at the idea. He
hoped that today he would deepen his relationship with Tony, as the
white man's mentee, and really be taken under the man's wing.

Tony, for his part, knew that the tall, muscle-toned, smooth skinned
sweaty young black boy would be good for moving boxes and carrying
things. Several of Tony's white buddies had cultivated a
"mentor-mentee" relationship with young urban black boys,
apparently with great success. Usually it started when they would see
skinny smooth-faced young black boys waiting in a pack at the busstop,
talking with each other, laughing, joking and dancing spontaneously.

These young black boys were sullen or indifferent when a white man
approached them, but the sullenness and indifference would quickly
disappear once the men where able to get the boys to their apartment.
They enticed the wary young black boys with offers of cash, often $60
or more, to fool around a little - strictly "on the downlow."

The black boys were eager to get the cash so they could buy new
clothes, video games, and tunes for their Ipods. Their white mentors
had those skinny young black boys dancing down the street in style in
no time - but the payoff was to get these trend-setting youngsters to
swallow globs and globs of cum and take those Caucasian cocks up their
tight black asses.

It didn't take long, after picking these niggers up at the busstop,
for the white men to get the boys in their apartment, down on their
hands and knees - sucking white cock and having their smooth jungle
asses plowed by their colonial masters. Despite all pretenses to the
opposite, the boys really enjoyed the action once they got used to it.
Their nigger dicks grew stiff as a board, and they often couldn't
control themselves, spontaneously shooting their cum with wild abandon.
There was something about the "hard core" nature of being dominated
and humiliated that appealed to the black boys' psyche on a deeply
repressed level.

For an even more exotic adventure, some of these white guys would suck
on those naked boys' black cocks and lick their chocolate bodies from
their earlobes to their toes. There was nothing like the taste and
smell of a naked black boy to get these "mentors" fully aroused.
They licked the boys' arm pits and under their nut sacs - they also
licked between the black boys' sweaty ass cheeks, tasting their shit
stains and potent jungle odor.

Tony had never engaged in much of this action before, but there is
always a first time. He offered Jerome beer so the boy could cool down
- the young nigger was still sweating from his workout on the
basketball court, and his quick dash across town to get to Tony's
apartment on time. Tony appreciated the Nigger's punctuality; he knew
how difficult it is for black people to get somewhere on time.

Tony watched as the tall black boy gulped down the can of beer and
wiped his thick lips on his dark forearm. Tony and the boy drank
several more beers, and amused themselves by burping loudly and
doubling over with laughter.

Jerome told Tony he had to take a piss. Tony claimed his toilet was
working yet and directed the boy to the balcony where he could piss
into the ally below. Tony offered to stand beside him, as a
"lookout," to make sure nobody saw the boy - but really Tony
wanted to steal a peek at his long nigger hose.

Tony watched as Jerome whipped out his cock and shot out a yellow
stream that arched high into the air before it landed in the ally
below. Tony got a wicked expression on his face. "I gotta piss
too," he said. He unzipped his pants and whipped out his white cock,
telling the boy to stand lookout for him.

Jerome stood on the balcony, like a good soldier. Out of the corner of
his eye he watched Tony's dick to see how high this white man could
arch his urine. To the nigger boy's surprise Tony suddenly turned and
pissed all over Jerome's shirt and pants, soaking the jigaboo with
his urine.

Jerome jumped and Tony shouted, "Oh my bad! My bad!" Tony was
nonetheless doubled over with laughter, "I'm such a bad aim.
That's why they never let me on the basketball court. I guess
you'll have to change out of those clothes so I can wash them."

The nigger boy was not amused, his eyes flashed with alarm and anger,
"Muthafucka; these be my new FUBU jeans and t-shirt and my new pair
of sneakers. What the fuck you gotta piss all ovah a nigga for?"

Tony kept laughing, "I'm sorry, but you looked so funny. You should
have seen your big lips flapping and your eyes bugging out of your
head. You looked just like Buckwheat in one of those old 'Little
Rascals' episodes.  It was just too damn funny."

Jerome looked embarrassed at the comment, but he had to get clean and
didn't want to alienate his mentor.  The boy pulled off his t-shirt
and jeans. He stood on the balcony wearing only his boxer shorts. His
strong, young, dark Mandingo body glistened in the sun. Tony eyed the
boy up and down. He reached under the boy's boxer shorts and rubbed
the nigger's low-hanging hairy young balls. "You've got good
sized melons there, nigga - I bet you can shoot a lot of cum."

Jerome was taken aback by the comment, but he just nodded in agreement
because the statement was true. To his surprise he noticed that his
dick was getting hard as he mentor felt him up.

Tony kept feeling the black boy's balls and eyeing his smooth naked
chest, abs and belly button. He was hypnotized by the boy's smooth
dark rich skin. "Hmm, somebody's gotta clean the piss off your
body. Since I don't have a rag handy, I guess I'll have to do it
with my tongue."

The black ghetto boy's eyes got wide, but before he could protest
Tony grabbed the boy and began licking him clean, like a mother cat
cleaning her little kittens. Tony's hot wet tongue felt good on the
black boy's body. Before Tony knew it, he saw the boy's hard nigger
cock poking its way through his boxer shorts. That nigger's healthy
prick was standing fully at attention and spewed streams of pre-cum.

Tony yanked down the boy's boxer shorts mumbling, "I've gotta
taste some of that jigaboo dick."

Jerome was too aroused to be offended or to try to stop him. Tony sank
to his knees and washed the nigger's nutts with his tongue. He tasted
that potent ghetto boy nut sweat - the sweat that builds under
colored boys' sacs as their balls fill up with thick jigaboo cum.
Tony pushed his head further between the boy's smooth thighs and
began licking the black boy's ass crack.

The nigger's dick squirted more pre-cum, "Dayum, white boy - dat
shyt sho do feel good. Keep tossin' dat salad. I like dat."

Tony tossed the nigger's salad, tasting ghetto shit-stained ass crack
and the boy's tight black butt hole. Jerome's nigger dick was now
leaking a steady stream of youthful potent pre-cum as Tony went to town
on his firm young black ass.

By now Jerome's dick was dying for attention. He couldn't stand it
much longer. "C'mon - suck my dick, man. Suck on my hard black
cock."

As much as Tony wanted to do just that, he couldn't lose control of
the situation. He needed to keep the black boy excited and sexually
frustrated in order to control him. He needed to keep teasing him and
leading him on. "No, Jiggaboo - here's what you're going to do.
You're going to get on your knees to lick my arm pits like a good
little jungle bunny. Then you're going to French kiss my white
ass."

Jerome looked embarrassed, but Tony had gotten him so aroused he
didn't want to stop now. The colored boy sank to his knees and licked
the white man's funky arm pits. Tony let out a deep moan, "Ohh that
feels good. Yeahhh, I like that."

Tony turned around, "Now lick that white ass." Jerome shoved his
face in his mentor's ass and started licking and kissing it. He stuck
his tongue in the man's white hole and licked inside the walls of the
white man's shitter.

Tony had always admired niggers' thick black lips and wondered how
they would feel on his throbbing hard cock. "Get your lips on that
white cock, boy - I've decided that you can be my prot�g� and
learn from me, but you gotta service this white man's cock to show
that you are worthy."

Jerome eagerly sucked the man's cock and balls. He rubbed his thick
spongy lips up and down the white man's hard shaft, and polished his
mentor's knob with his thick wet ghetto tongue. Tony moaned, "Yeah,
that's it boy. You know what's good for you. Suck that white
dick."

This made Jerome all the more aroused. He instinctively sucked even
harder as Tony thrust his dick in and out of the black boy's mouth.
Jerome bobbed up and down on his mentor's white cock, slurping and
slobbering as he took as much of the man's cock as he could stuff in
his mouth.

Tony balled up his fists, his arms stiffly swinging at his sides,
"Yeah - suck that white dick. Feel the power! Give me a blow job
with those jigaboo lips."

Jerome bobbed his head up and down on Tony's hard white cock. He
bobbed with the rhythm of a nigger listening to hip-hop with his
headphones on. Tony had Jerome on his knees, with his funky nigger
rhythm, serving his powerful white manhood.

Tony turned around and rubbed his shit hole in the black boy's face
- not that anyone would notice. He grabbed the boy by the back of his
nappy head and pushed his shit stained ass all over the colored boy's
nose, mouth and chin.

"Yeah, black boy! Eat that shit!"

Jerome dutifully lapped his mentor's shit up while Tony laughed.

Jerome stroked his only horny cock as he sucked on his mentor's white
ass. Before he could stop himself the boy entered into an orgasm and
humped load after load of hot nigger jizz into his hand and all over
Tony's feet and floor.

Wave after wave of thick white jungle cum came gushing out of the
boy's thick black cock. The nigger couldn't stop himself. Tony had
never seen so much cum from one boy's cock in his life. "Wow! You
black boys really do know how to produce a lot of cum!"

The sight and smell of all of that pungent youthful cum, and the
nigger's hot tongue embedded in his ass, made Tony fire off his own
load of cum all over his couch and a chair. Tony's body convulsed as
he continued to fire cum. His body was also out of control. The smell
of the nigger boy's cum sent him in a tizzy of orgasms.

When both guys were finished they collapsed on the floor. The apartment
reeked with sweat and masculine sex smells. The fellows lay there,
staring into each other's eyes - not able to say a word. Their
mouths were only a breath apart.

The two slid closer. Their sweat and cum mingled as they embraced.

Jerome's voice was nearly a whisper, "Is you gonna let me be yur
mentee?"

Tony softly laughed and rubbed his hand over the black boy's body.
"Yeah. Sure thing."

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