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Subject: The Gym Incident
Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 14:52:24 -0800
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This is a fictional story. It is not intended for minors. It includes
force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind
of fantasy, please search for something else to read.
We had been playing basketball in the gym and the nigger fouled me
hard, sent me sprawling on the floor. His homeboys stood in the corner
of the gym, point and laughing in my face.
I was pissed and out for revenge. I couldn't get it right there in
front of the kids in gym class. I would have to bide my time -
revenge requires patience.
I waited and few days and saw the nigger alone in the locker room. He
just finished a workout, his lanky black body was slick with sweat.
Since the locker room seemed empty, he didn't bother to lock up his
clothes while he took a shower, I guess niggers are lazy like that.
This time the lazyness wouldn't pay off for him.
While steam rose from the shower room, I crept into his locker and
stole his clothes. I hid them in a dumpster outside the gym. What the
fuck do I care what happens to them?
When the nigger finished his shower he came looking for his clothes and
towel. He was dripping with water from the top of nappy corn rowed head
to his long nigger toes. There was no towel to be had and his locker
was empty!
"wha da fuck?"
He whirled around, and that's when he saw me sitting calmly in the
dark shadows of the locker room.
"That's right 'bro' you aint got no clothes - what you gonna
do now? Walk around with that lanky nigger body naked for the rest of
the day?"
The nigger rushed over to me and yanked me out of my chair by collar.
"Muthafucka, you betta gimme my muthafuckin clothes. I'ma beat the
shit outta you."
"I wouldn't try to manhandle the only one who knows where my
clothes are if I were you - you might not ever see them again if you
keep up like this."
The nigger bit his lip. He was thinking. Slowly he let me down and I
sank in my chair.
"Now, in exchange for your clothes what can you do for me,
'bro'?"
The boy eyed me skeptically, "What you talkin' 'bout?"
"Well, if I give you your clothes back don't you think you should
show a little gratitude?"
I slowly undid my belt.
"Don't you think you should get down on your knees and suck the
white man's dick?"
The nigger's eyes got big.
"Ah, hell naw - I aint gonna do none o' dat shyt." His lips
were quivering.
"Sure you are," I nodded in a re-assuring tone. "You're gonna
do lots of things you thought you would never do."
The nigger looked scared. The boy was visibly shaking. I think I must
have challenged his black manhood.
I stood up and let my dick hang out limply over my drawers and just
stared into the black boy's eyes.
He started back, motionless - water dripped off of his lanky brown
muscle-toned body.
"Ever want to see your clothes again?"
The nigger swallowed hard.
"Sit down on that wooden bench."
The boy slowly sat down and looked around. "But what if one of my
homies sees me suckin yur dick?"
"Don't worry, I've got the door locked with a piece of wood from
the basement. Nobody's gonna walk in on us while you're doing what
you need to do."
The boy stared at my dick and slightly trembled.
"The sooner you get started and make me cum, the sooner you'll get
this over with and be outta here - so, get busy."
The black boy grabbed my flaccid dick with trembling fingers and lifted
it up to his thick nigger lips. He slowly wrapped his mouth around my
dick and started sucking.
While he had my limp dick in his mouth I asked him, "You ever watch
the Andy Griffith Show on cable, boy?"
The nigger nodded his nappy head with my white cock in his mouth.
"Okay, I want you to hum the theme song to that show while you're
sucking my dick."
The nigger looked embarrassed, then he started humming. I couldn't
keep from laughing. That black boy was humming on my white dick.
My dick got hard in that nigger's mouth in no time seeing him
humiliated like that. My balls were rubbing up against his chin.
I grabbed his nappy corn-rowed head and started pumping my dick between
his nigger lips. I heard his mouth slurping and smacking on thickening
white cock.
"Yeah, suck that dick boy. Suck your white massah's dick."
His eyes were closed, as if he didn't want to see his own shameful
act. He had a disgusted expression on his face, but his mouth sure
felt good on my hard dick.
I pushed his head back and forth, using his nigger lips to massage my
dick.
"Yeah, boy - that's what them lips was made for! Suck this white
man's dick"
I grabbed his nigger head and pushed his face in my pubes. I held it
there for awhile and rubbed my hairy white balls on the black boy's
chin.
"Smell those sweaty pubes, nigger. You like what you smell? Nod to
show me how much you like it."
The nigger dutifully nodded his nappy head. I pushed my rock hard dick
deeper in his mouth. It must have been hitting the back of his throat.
I used the nigger's mouth like it was a cheerleader's black pussy.
I fucked his nigger lips till I felt the cum rushing up the shaft of my
dick. I think he felt it too because he pulled away just in time to
keep me from shooting down his nigger throat.
Too bad for him, it wasn't in time to keep me from shooting all over
his black face and his nappy hair.
I shoot over and over again - pumping my man juice all over that
black boy's face and hair.
"Yeah nigger, yeah. Take the white man's sperm. I OWN you now,
nigger."
The nigger's face was covered with milky white cum. It was dripping
down his cheeks and off of his nose and his big nigger lips. My creamy
white cum was dribbling down his brown-skinned chin.
I laughed in the nigger's face.
"Now you see what it's like to be humiliated, huh nigger? Too bad
your homeboys and black sistas aren't here to see you now."
The nigger let out a high-pitched pathetic squeal as if he were a
whipped dog.
I pulled my dick away and started pulling up my pants. "Good nigger
boy."
"Where my clothes?" the nigger asked weakly.
"I'll get em for you," said I strode to the door.
I wanted to make sure I was well out of reach. Once I got the wood
block off of the door I looked back at the nigger - his young smooth
body, wet muscles and lanky limbs, and his face was covered with white
man's sperm.
"On second thought, you can get your clothes yourself - you'll
find them in the dumpster outside of the gym. If you're lucky, maybe
a white girl will see you naked."
I let out another laugh as I rushed out the door.
I could hear the sound of him softly banging his head against the empty
locker.
Poor humiliated nigger boy.