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Subject: {ASSM} A Story of Friendship Between a Black and a White Boy (mm/humiliation)
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True Confessions on the Internet



The following story was compiled from true confessions collected from
assorted "interviewees" on the internet. Please read and enjoy.



For as long as I can remember, I had been told that the White Man
ruled the world.  He had all the money and all the power. I could see
for myself that he had smooth white skin, with soft whiffs of hair on
his body - at least this is how all the white boys looked to me while
I was still in high school.



I longed to be like them, be close to them, be one of them.  I admired
their fine, silky hair. I admired their fairness and their confidence;
they weren't always trying to rip me off or beg for something off me
like all of the black "bruthas" I knew.



Of course I was proud and black - and wanted full equality with white
people. But I found that when the going got rough black people rarely
had my back; they would just run away to save their own ass.



As I got older I associated more and more with white people. It wasn't
that hard; they were  my schoolmates and neighbors. Deep down I was
willing to do anything to be with these White Gods.



One day, a kid in school, Mike, invited me to the basement of his
home. We talked and did all the other things that normal, healthy
heterosexual teen boys do. We joked and snuck beer that his dad had
stored away for his buddies during football season.



It didn't take long before we were drunk and showing off, the way
teenaged boys are prone to do. We stripped down to our boxer shorts
for pranks and hijinks. We wrestled and watched porno flicks. The
drunker we got, the wilder we got. Eventually we ended up jacking off.


Mike had prompted me to show him my black snake to entertain him.  I
proudly pulled it out and stroked as Mike egged me on. When I got it
good and hard and was about to cum, he ordered me to stop. He lowered
his trousers and pulled out his own thick white cock and told me to
stroke it for him.



I reached across our chairs and started stroking him. He said, "No, no
- that won't work. You have to come over here and get down on your
knees in front of me if you're going to do it right.



I felt kind of uncomfortable about kneeling in front of a white boy,
but I didn't want to upset him or break the mood. So I politely knelt
in front of him and stroked his white cock.



My brown hand slowly slid up and down his hard white pole. Mike leaned
back in his chair and sighed, "Yeah, that's it boy. Stroke that cock
for me."



Something about the way he said it made me feel ashamed, but at the
same time it made me want to please him more and stroke him harder. I
found myself wanting to serve that white boy and make him happy. I
wanted him to enjoy himself at my expense. Something deep down inside
was telling that this was the way it was supposed to be.



Mike said, "Yeah, stroke that white cock, homeboy."



The word "homeboy" seemed out of place. He didn't usually talk this
way to his white friends. Anyway, I knew he couldn't think of me as
being his "homeboy" because we still didn't know each other that well.
But it felt so good serving this white boy's cock that I didn't want
to question it or disturb the mood.


I stroked faster and faster to Mike's moans. I felt his teenage cock
twitch in my hand. It erupted with a flow of pure white boy cum. It
shot up and the air and landed all over my brown arm and hand.
Something melted inside of me to have a white boy's cum on my body.


Mike was breathing heavily, "Oh yeah, nigga. That felt so damn good."



He rubbed my nappy hair, "You're a good boy, homie." Something about
this offended me, but it also made my dick even harder. I was dying to
stroke it, but Mike ordered me not to touch it yet. I was getting
frustrated and confused by this.



Mike forward, as if to confide in me, "I love the way you sexy black
boys move your bodies when you dance. Move you body for me, homeboy."



I slowly moved my body in a rhythmic sexy motion - wiggling my ass and
my belly.



"Yeah, homie - do that shit on the floor. Move your body like your
humping the floor."



I made grinding rhythmic motions as I humped this sexy white boy's
basement floor. He laid back in his chair, his dick got hard once
again. He lazily stroked it.



"Yeah, homie - get back up here and kiss this hard white cock."



I got up and knelt in front of him, uncertain that I wanted to go
through with this. I never kissed a dude's cock before; besides, what
self-respecting brutha would kiss a white man's cock?


When I hesitated I felt Mike's hand on the back of my head pushing me
toward his crotch.



"My cock needs your lips on it, buddy.  You don't want to disappoint
me, do you?"



Embarrassed by the whole thing I reluctantly shook my head "no."



Mike laughed to himself. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my
face in his crotch, "Then be a good nigga and suck on this cock."



Before I could think about what I was doing or protest he had stuffed
his thick hard cock in my mouth. He held me by the ears and started
humping.



"Oh fuck yeah - those nigger lips feel good on my white dick. Suck it
nigger."



I was shocked. I wanted to confront him; but maybe I heard him wrong.
Anyway, I had to admit that it sure felt good having a clean white
cock inside my mouth. I never imagined it would be like this.



He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it all over my face,
slapping my cheeks and lips with it; establishing his authority. I
heard him chuckle as his cock slime traced over my dark face.



I started to sob. What have I become? What am I doing?



Mike gently reassured me, "Shhhhh, shhhhhhhh, it's only natural. Open
those thick black lips of yours again and suck on this dick."



I trusted him. I felt as though the white boy was in control and knew
what to do. I felt as though he knew how to handle everything. I
wrapped my lips back around his hard white cock and sucked it like it
was my salvation.



I gasped and tasted the silky smoothness of his white cock. I inhaled
that musky odor of his Great White Manhood and pubes.  I sucked like
my life depended on it.  I sucked as if it were the most natural thing
in the world for a black teenaged boy to do.




Visions flowed through my mind: visions I had long imagined but
suppressed.



I saw myself in a cotton field with a White Man standing over me,
carrying a whip.  He towered over me with his cock hanging out and
moving toward my slave nigger mouth.



He grabbed a fistfull of my nappy hair and called me, 'nigger' and
'slave'.  I trembled and wanted to obey his orders. My dick grew
harder and harder as I served this commanding white man's cock.



Suddenly shook my head and came out of my daydream. I realized I was
in my new white buddy's basement, down on my knees between his thighs.
I felt Mike's hard white cock plunged in and out of my throat.  That
white boy was humping in my mouth - using me for his pleasure. And I
was enjoying it!



I heard myself making slurping sounds and Mile moaning in
satisfaction.  I felt Mike's cock twitch and tasted his cum.  I
gulped, gagged and swallowed. The white boy filled my mouth with his
master seed.


I went limp at his feet. He cradled my head in his lap, making me lick
his hairy balls.


"You're my little nappy headed slave nigger, aren't you?"



I was too ashamed to answer him.



"You're my little black bastard."


I felt his arms around me and melted into his smooth, White body.  I
sighed and heard him laugh at my admitted inferiority and weakness.


He released me and wordlessly walked away.



I followed.



He walked upstairs to his bedroom and locked the door. I was right
behind him.



He turned to me and said, "Strip. Let me see your naked black body you
tropical slave boy."


Embarrassed and humiliated I shed my clothes and stood naked in front
of my young white master he could see everything. I was trembling and
vulnerable.


He enfolded me in his arms, possessing my whole black body. I
surrendered to his pure white flesh.


He grabbed my wrists and pulled them quickly and roughly behind my
back, pushing my arms upwards so my hands touched the back of my head.




Sharp pain shot through my shoulders as i heard him laugh.

"You're a just a nigger cocksucker to me.  You're property.  My slave
boy, I own your black body. I'm going to make you my cocksucker and my
cumbucket for life."


I gasped as he rushed me to a large chair, threw me face down across
the arm rest and parted my ass cheeks. "I'm going to conquer what's
left of your 'manhood' nigger."



I cried, "Noo,  nooo. I'm a man. I've never been fucked before!!!!"


He sneered, "Shut up, nigger."



I felt his thick, hard white cock ram inside my ass. He started
humping. I couldn't believe the strength behind the thrusts of that
white boy's cock. He held me tight and fucked my naked black body like
I was his plaything.



Anguished thoughts rushed through my mind: Is this why we were brought
here as slaves, to be bent over and used to service the needs of
strong young white men?



I couldn't believe the feeling I was getting from this white man's
sheer superiority over me as his dick pumped in and out of my black
body.



I had always been taught that black people were tough, because we
survived slavery and were hardened from ghetto streets. I was always
taught that white men were girlish and weak - turns out things weren't
quite like that at all!



That white boy raped my nigger ass and wouldn't allow me to make a
peep of protest about it! I tried to scream but he stuffed a dirty
sock in my mouth to shut me up. With each thrust of his master cock my
body flopped up and down in the chair.



I grunted and groaned as the white boy ravished my body.



He pumped harder and harder, "Yeah, nigger, take a White Man's cock in
your black ass.  Take it, nigger, take it!!!"



I struggled and felt a strange warmth in my groin.  The pain and
humiliation of being dominated and defeated by a white man caused my
cock to grow harder as Mike kept ramming his huge cock into my tough,
young ghetto backside.



Suddenly I felt hot cum fill my hole and bowels.



He pushed me off the chair onto the floor.



I lay there,  trembling and moaning. The white boy's cum was running
out of my ass. I was curled in a ball.


He looked down at me, "I've always wanted some of that nigger ass.
I've wanted to feel those fat nigger lips of yours around my white
cock.  Now I've finally gotten what I wanted."



Mike stood over me, large, menacing. Yet he became my White Idol. His
cock dripped cum on my forehead.


"Lick and clean my cock, nigger."



Ashamed, with tears in my eyes I felt my own cock rise as I lifted my
head, stuck out my tongue and licked this cruel white boy's dick and
balls.



The boy said, "Yeah, lick it clean, nigger."



I licked and slurped his massive white manhood.



This must have made him horny because he had raped my mouth and my
black ass again, pumping another wave of white liquid manhood deep
inside of me.



The muscles of my asshole and mouth were sore by the time he got done
with me; alternating between raping my tender mouth and raping my
virgin black ass.



He kept pumping his white cock inside of me saying again and again,
"Your black pride and manhood are mine, now - you worthless nigger."



What pride? What manhood? I was nothing but a nigger slave to this
strong white boy.


I moaned while he fucked my black ass. His cock got  rock hard all
over again.



 His cock kept an even rhythm, pumping in and out of my tight ass. He
leaned over my ear, "I always wanted to fuck a black boy, I knew you
boys had soft lips and tight asses. Your dark skin is perfect to be
covered with the white man's cum."



I could only grunt and moan in defeat.


He continued to rape me, "I love the shape of your nigger ass and your
full lips." He licked the side of my face, "I love you nigger -- I
love you because you are mine. I could just eat you all up."



His thighs slapped my butt cheeks while his cock explored the deep
caverns of my hot young hole. He possessed my body. I grunted. He
plowed me.



I felt his hands rub over my smooth brown body. It was all his; he
owned every part of it.



He breathed heavily in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on the side
of my face while he continued to humiliate me.



"You feel that hard white cock in your ass, nigger? You feel the
hardness of the White Man's power? It's deep inside you, isn't it
boy?"



I whimpered, "yes" in spite of myself.


"I own you boy. I own your brown skin and your ghetto ass."


"You're a conquered, nigger. The White Conqueror fucks the defeated
nigger's ass to remind him of his submission."



A deep voice inside of me echoed in my mind, "This is true -- this is
so true." I hated myself for even thinking it. I never felt my cock
throb as hard as it was throbbing now. That white boy completely
fucked up my mind.



"Gimme your nigger body."



I couldn't resist. I had to surrender. My ass got tighter and tighter
as it massaged his thick white cock. It was as if I was trying to
squeeze every drop of his clean white boy cum out of his cock and take
it inside of me.



He leaned over triumphantly, "You like the way I'm fucking your black
ass, nigger?"



I couldn't control myself any longer. I whispered in a heavy voice
filled with lust and shame, "Yeaaah. Rape my muthafuckin black ass.
Rape this black slave nigga, massah. Rape me hard."


He held my body and rammed his cock deep inside of my body "Oh, so you
know who your master is?"



My face flushed with shame. I bit my lower lip. I didn't dare admit it
to myself or give him the satisfaction of hearing what we both knew
was true. I buried my face between my folded arms while he laughed at
me and shot is load in my body.


"My black slave. My black nigger fuck slave. My black slave to rape
whenever I want."



He bent over and hawkered on the side of my face. A big glob of slimy
white boy spit oozed down my cheek and into my mouth.


His dick got hard and he fucked my nigger ass again while I cried and
moaned. We were locked in a sweaty frenzy of fucking and passion.



He spat out his words, "You're a black slave! You're a black nigger
slave!"



I mumbled back, "Massah...massah." I was weak and defeated, forced to
confess what I felt toward him.



He drove his cock hard in my rock firm ass cheeks. My hole masturbated
his white cock.


I sobbed as I buried my face on the floor, "I'm a black slave! I'm a
black slave!"



"Fuckin' A, Nigger - take this hard white cock like a slave boy
should!"



He rammed my ass and practically drove my flesh into the carpet.



I grunted and moaned.



My hole tightened its grip to massage his white cock and squeezed more
cum out of his balls.



He pumped his manhood into my ass and erupted in yet another orgasm,
shooting load after load of thick white man juices inside my bowels.



I drooled as he shot his master cum in my nigger ass.



"Take my cum you horny black ghetto bastard. Take my white man cum in
your ass."



It felt so good having a white boy's cum shooting inside of me. It
felt so good being used by a white boy in this way.



My naked black buns quivered on his cock. I shook violently, making
him cum even more. I bit the carpet while he plowed my black channel.

I grunted. He pulled out of my ass.  I felt a great emptiness as he
withdrew his white cock from my body.



To my surprise I wanted his cock to go on raping me forever. I wanted
the pleasure of being raped by this strong young White Man to never
end.



Now, when ever I see this white boy with his buddies they knowingly
smile at me and nod their heads. We both know the secret that a black
man can't keep hidden forever and the white man can't let him forget.



We black boys sag our pants and wait for the white man to respond to
the invitation.

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