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Scott Foster waited in the room. He wondered why he had to do this assignment. Coming from a privileged neighborhood he had lived a pretty easy life. As the captain of his private HS school soccer team he was used to the approval and envy of his peers and faculty. His waspy looks had given him an easy time in sexual scoring on girls on campus. He was the blonde blue-eyed BMOC then. Now as a sophomore in college he was well on his way to the same life style of superiority. He excelled in sports helping to increase his range of sexual conquests .Yeah it was business as usual as he coasted in life. Now some faculty member had felt the good-looking jock needed to ‘contribute’ to society in an end-of term- project. So he was waiting to tutor some community college kid from the city projects.
“Why?” He had thought when told about the assignment by Professor Grey. “Is it because you’re black sir?” he had smugly contemplated to himself, “don’t know why you think anyone can teach these guys” he mused silently. Scott like many of his peers had no contact with groups he thought ‘beneath him’.
He met with Professor Grey that night in his office. During their encounter he attempted to argue his way out of it to no avail. The professor hadn’t budged. Scott tried to recall how the rest of the conversation went but it was all a bit fuzzy now. There had been a discussion. The professor had offered Scott a coke and then….. nothing came to mind. Scott did remember how quiet the professor had talked and how calm he felt after about it but….
The door opened and Scott glanced up to see his pupil. The appeared to be 22yrs old as was Scott but, he was obviously built better than Scott. In fact Scott, who had always been a bit smug about his gym toned body felt small in comparison. The black guy sauntered up to Scott and stared down at him with an air of natural superiority. Scott thought he was strikingly good-looking.
"You here to teach.” He smirked.
Scott gulped and nodded. For some reason he experienced …was it intimidation?
The man pulled up a chair and sat close to Scott. “Then teach”
Scott began to fumble with his books and, from the corner of his eye, could see the young handsome black man smiling and shaking his head. Scott tried to talk but his throat was dry. He found that having this black muscle hunk next to him was twisting his guts. He sweated and experienced a wave of jitters over the next hour. He couldn’t think straight at one point. He could tell the young black guy was thinking Scott was a wuss and Scott had this sense inside him that he was. Beads of sweat broke out on Scott as he became more and more aware of the man sitting next to him. His breathing grew ragged. It was as if he was being overpowered by the mere presence of the guy. Finally he decided to look up and just stare down the man. As he did so he noticed how hot the guy was in his tee and jeans. He found himself just staring deeply into those brown dominating eyes of the guy. The pupil simply grinned and patted Scott on his head like he was just a puppy. A sensation of quiet submission engulfed him. He liked it!
“Yeah cracker you are feeling it huh,” he joked. “Been lost in some whitey world all hot shit but now in the face of a real black man you’re realizing you need to service black men. It’s natural .”
Scott wanted to protest but inside a quiet voice told him it was true. This guy was so cool Scott thought. So with it. He was a true man and Scott suddenly needed to please him.
“Easy on down there whitey and take your natural place on your knees before the black man.” The guy said with confident authority.
The next thing Scott knew he had slipped to his knees in front of former pupil. He watched as the young black guy grabbed his crotch to show the outlines of his impressive basket. Scott had boasted in the past of how ‘hung’ he was but now his own manhood just felt puny and small in the face of that vision in front of him. The young man smirked and continued to outline his dick. It was long and weighty. That’s a man’s equipment he thought. Scott was mesmerized now!
“Yeah that’s right. Going be my good bitch right.” The young man said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his meat.
Scott stared at the hefty shiny black cock in front of him. His mouth watered.
“Lick it cracker bitch,” the man commanded as Scott, the BMOC, opened his mouth. The young man rested his cock-head on Scott’s lips. The pre-cum wet his lips and the salty taste of it sent Scott into waves of desire he never knew existed. “I said lick you mutha”, the man growled seductively. Scott’s tongue acted at once. It felt smooth and warm to the touch. He found himself slobbering over the erect pole as he coated it with his saliva and tasted his first black man.
“Yeah that’s right bitch boy,” The black stud laughed, “looks like I’m the teacher now.”
Scott slurped aroused beyond what he ever felt with a girl. The hard meat pumped in and out of his throat and Scott could barely breathe. But he wanted the young black man so badly he didn’t care. He bobbed his blonde head on that rod faster.
“When you’re done here we are going to my place,” the hunk said as Scott nodded still slurping his new-found master.” Going bitch you tonight and then pass you around the bros. Scott just sucked in sexual heat. He contemplated that black cock thrusting into his virginal chute. The thoughts of being taken sexually like a girl by this muscular black hunk satisfied some inner voice in him. His butt hole tingled with unexpected desire.
“Want me to fuck you cracker.” The young man teased,” want my black cock up that white ass?”
“Oh sir yes,” Scott heard himself gurgle as he licked and savored the dark meat in his mouth. He wanted it .Yeah he found he wanted it bad. He needed this black man to dominate him sexually. His submissiveness was in full swing!
“Then we going to discuss how you are going bring me $$ and the other white boy-cunts from your school. GOT IT!” Scott tried to agree but he didn’t want to let go of that hot cock in his mouth. As he gurgled in submission he could feel the young black man tousling his hair. He was where he had to naturally be at last!
From a window Professor Grey just nodded. Another job well done. Another self important white jock taken down. Hypnotizing the young college stud had been so effortless. Instilling in him a feeling of submission to black men had been equally easy. At that age young minds can be impressionable he chuckled to himself. He gave a thumbs up to his black protégé who flashed a quick ‘V’ then returned to pumping Scott’s face into his crotch. Professor Grey walked back to his office. The campus baseball team’s star player waited.
That night Scott got the first of many but-fucks from ‘his man’. The first time he squealed in delight like a girl as his jock-cherry popped but after his squeals turned to moans of pleasure as he serviced someone who he felt was his superior in every way. He moved into the projects shortly after & it wasn’t long before he was letting ‘his man’ sell his ass off to raise even more money.
As for Professor Grey’s mission by the end of the school year every good-looking rich white upperclassmen jock in his classes at the college had been assigned to teach a guy in the projects but in reality it was the white guys that were learning the lessons of what they were naturally meant to be!
As for their girlfriends, well the bros kept them happy too!