Working with Black Boys

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This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It may include acts of violent non-consensual homosexual sex between an adult and a teenager.  It may also contain racial slurs.  If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.

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This story is not necessarily about anyone below the age of 18. It is up to the mind of the reader to fill in the details. 

Working with teenage black boys on a job can really be difficult, especially if youre trying to teach them discipline and self-control. Most of the boys take these jobs because they have to; they get in trouble with the law and finding steady work is part of their probation. You find yourself faced with a group of rowdy black teenagers, who are loud and boisterous. Even though they need the job, in order to stay out of the correctional system, they show off in front of their friends and pride themselves with their swag.

One man had enough of it. He knew that if he wanted to get the group of rowdy black boys under control he would have to focus on the ringleader. He singled out the boy and called him into the storage room to do some heavy lifting. It would be one-on-one, the boy and his boss.

The boy hesitated. He didnt like being alone, away from posse. But this was work life. Sometimes you do what you have to do and you dont ask questions. The boy ran his hands over his thick braided hair, tugged on his trousers that were sliding off of his ass, and headed toward the storage room.

When he got there the man sized the boy up. He glanced up and down the lean muscular body of this smooth brown skinned teenager and knew just what he wanted to do with him.  Hed teach the boy something about manhood. Hed teach the boy about handling a load.

The boxes in the storage room were stacked high, from the floor to the ceiling. They were filled with heavy items, moving each box alone would be a workout, much less a whole room full of them. The man told the boy that the room needed to be cleaned. The floor of the room hadnt seen daylight for ten years. He needed to have the boy move all of the boxes out of the room, mop the floor, and then move them back in again.

The boy eyed the task he was facing. It never occurred to him that he might have to actually work on this job; he thought that having a job was just about being paid. The boy grabbed his crotch in defiance. He was about to tell the man that he could suck on his dick, but his boss had a better idea.

You can either move this stack of boxes, or you just give me my props as your boss and we can call it day.

The boy was puzzled. Give the man his props? What the hell did he mean by that? Yet the black boy was familiar with the law of the jungle. He grew up in the ghetto. He knew that sometimes a man has to submit to another man to show that he respects that man and the power that man has over him. 

Was that what this white man had in mind?

Indeed it was. The man told the teenager to strip off his shirt and kneel down in front of him. If he did this, he wouldnt have to move all of those boxes. The man told the boy he was about to have a private initiation. The boy knew what this meant. While he pretended to resist, he felt a part of himself being aroused by idea of submitting to an older white man  so long as it would be kept private, between him and boss.

The black boys cock twitched inside of his pants as he removed his shirt and accepted the humiliation of kneeling before this man. The man undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. The smell of the mans pubes and cock wafted into the boys face. His initiation was about to begin, which was something black boys very rarely experience in their otherwise unstructured world.

The man pulled out a thick white cock and waved it in the black teenagers face. Seeing the boy on his knees in front of him was already making the mans dick hard.

He looked down at the black boy and spat out, Suck this big white cock. Then he grabbed the boy by his braided wooly head and stuffed his mouth with thick white fuck meat. The black boy nearly choked.

Yeah, thats right. Suck it. Suck it with those big thick lips.

He thrust his hard cock deep inside the black boys throat the length of it filling the boys mouth with warm, hard man meat. The black teenager could feel the white mans cock dancing on his tongue with each thrust of the mans hips, forcing it further down the boys throat.

The boy smelled the mans pubes, which were rubbing against his face. He tasted the flesh of unwashed white manhood as it slid back and forth across the young dark boys tongue.

The man tightened his grasp on the teenagers head, Yeah, suck me. Suck me.

The mans cock plunged deep inside of the black boys face, disappearing inside of the boy. Then his cock re-emerged, slick and shiny with a coat of saliva from the boys wet mouth. Then he thrust it in again, not giving the boy time to breathe and recover.

The whites of the black boys eyes widened and contrasted against his smooth dark face, as the stiff pole of fuck meat stuck out of the boys mouth like a big white cigar.

Yeah, suck it, boy. Suck it.

The mans hairy balls slapped against the boys chin. He looked down at the boy. The boy patiently rolled his eyes as he accepted the huge white cock thrusting back in forth inside of his mouth, using it like a wet pussy.

Yeah, thats it. Suck that big white cock.

Saliva dribbled down the boys chin as the man kept pumping his cock inside of the boys mouth. The man grabbed the boys skull and fucked his mouth for all it was worth. The boy cringed and gagged as the man made hard, angry thrusts down his throat.

The hair of the white mans pubes, and his nutt sack, rubbed all over the black boys face, covering the boy with its musty pubic smell. The boy grimaced at being used like this, but he also surrendered himself to the mans power as he licked the underside of his thick white shaft, as if secretly acknowledging the mans status.

Yeah, thats it boy. Keep doing that.

Horror flashed across the black boys face when he realized what he had done, but it was too late. The white man grabbed the boys head tighter and forced his cock deep inside of the boys throat, making him gag once more. I said keep doing that.

The black boy licked the white mans shaft with fervor, trying to alleviate the pressure of the mans cock down his throat. The man eased up, giving the boy more room to breathe. The black boy kept licking his cock in gratitude.

Oh yeah, atta boy, the man groaned breathlessly, thats the way to do it. Keep doing that. Keep doing that.

The boy complied, licked up and down the shaft that was firmly lodged inside his mouth; licking up and down the length of the white mans pole. He felt the warmth of the mans cock as it throbbed inside of his mouth. He tasted its unwashed potency, and the lightly salty pre-cum that trickled out of the cockhead, onto the boys tongue.

The teenager closed his eyes tight, realizing what he had become; what he being was used for  nothing more than a receptacle for a horny white mans sexual pleasure. 

The man thrust harder in the boys mouth. Saliva now covered half of the boys face, making a comical wet wring around his thick black lips.

He looked down and once again savored the sight of it; this cocky smooth skinned black boy, half naked and on his knees; the man holding a fistful of the boys thick nappy braids, while his hard white rod plowed the boys throat. He grunted with each thrust he made in the boys mouth. He wanted to preserve that image in his mind forever.

The boy slurped on his cock and the man twitched with arousal at the sight. The boy looked down at the floor. He was unwilling  unable  to return the mans gaze. He was unable to look at the man who was enjoying his mouth.

The man continued to make the black boy slurp on his cock.

The boy licked the white mans shaft with his moist tongue  making the man gasp with pleasure. Oh yeah, boy. Thats it. Thats the way to do it. Oh yeah keep doing that. Keep doing that. Suck on that big white cock.

His cock twitched in the black boys mouth. His hands tightened on the boys head as the mans body began to tremble with pleasure. He pressed the boys face closer to the mass of his musty pubes, burying the boys black face in it.

Oh yeah, suck it boy  suck it.

The boys mouth tightened around the white mans shaft and gripped it like a slippery wet vice. He sucked the mans cock like a pacifier  accepting his role. He sucked the mans cock like he needed it  like he needed that big white cock thrust inside his mouth. He took the mans cock down his throat. He took it.

The mans body tensed. His grip tightened on the boys head. He gasped. Suck it, nigger. Suck it.

The boy sucked even harder. The man gasped. The boy made wet slurping sounds on his thick white cock. The man tensed and groaned. The mans cock felt like a fleshy rock inside the black boys mouth, forcing its way  intruding inside of the boy as if it had a right to do so.

The black boy accepted it. The white man grabbed his nappy braided head and fucked his nigger face even harder. The black boy slurped on the white mans cock like it was candy. He made himself useful.

The mans body tensed again. 

He trembled. 

Suddenly he exploded inside the black boys mouth. 

Thick waves of creamy, salty cum flooded over the teenagers tongue and oozed down the boys throat. 

The man held the teenagers head tight so that he could not pull away; his face was buried in the matted forest of the mans pubes. The boy had no choice but to swallow the mans juice as his cock pumped load after load of fresh cum into his mouth. 

He swallowed it all. Not a drop was wasted. 

The creamy warm milkshake from the white mans cock continued to spurt inside of the boy. The black boy couldnt stop it. He just obeyed and swallowed as the man held his head and relieved himself of his seed. 

Sweat from the mans belly and his thighs covered the black teens face  bathed it in his smell.

Oh yeah, the man gasped. Take it. Take it all.

The boy sucked the mans cock until it was dry; subconsciously rubbing his tongue up and down the underside of his shaft to squeeze out the last drops.

The mans trembling subsided. He relaxed his grip on the teenagers head. His breathing became regular again. 

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. He shook his head and looked down at the teenager, kneeling at his groin, and it seemed as though he was seeing the boy for the first time. He shook his head again, as if awakening from a dream.

He grinned triumphantly at the boy. You did a good job.

The boys face was covered with the sticky mixture of sweat from the mans body, mingled with saliva and cum juices. The mixture made the black boys face shine in spite of itself.

The man pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. He sighed, I guess my work here is done. He left the room with the boy still on his knees in the dark; wiping his face and contemplating how he could ever recapture his swag with his homeboys after this. 

He slowly pulled himself together to face his new life.
