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 Black College Boy's White Teenage Tutor
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   Maurice Jackson, a 20 year old black college student, was depressed and
didn't want to get out of bed.  He had failed his mid-term exams and was
now faced with finals.  He was in danger of losing his scholarship to
college altogether.  Maurice was immobilized by fear of flunking out.  What
would his family and friends say?  What would his girlfriend say?  They had
all placed so much hope on the bright, promising young black man.
   It was noon and he was still in bed.  He tossed and turned, filled with
anxiety.  He had called his buddies, but his black friends hadn't done any
better on the exams than he had, and they were out partying anyway.  His
white buddies had moved on to study more advanced subject matter in the
course.  They were too busy to go back over the basics with Maurice.
   Nobody was returning his calls.
   Maurice frantically tossed in the bed, but then his cell phone went off.
He picked up the phone, "Hello..."
   "Hi.  You don't know me but I'm Jeff's kid brother.  My name is Tom. 
Jeff texted me with a message saying you needed some help with your
studies. He said you were pretty desperate so, here I am.  If you still
need some help, I can give it to you."
   Maurice was puzzled, "Jeffrey's kid brother?  How old is you?"
   "I'm 16."
   There was a long pause.  Maurice stared at the phone, not knowing what
to say to the boy.  Tommy started getting impatient.  "Look just lemme know
if you're gonna need my help because otherwise I'm gonna catch up with my
buds and go skateboarding."
   Now Maurice was starting to get angry.  "What do a 16 year old know
about college work?"
   "My brother told me you're just hung up on simple stuff.  The basics. 
It's stuff we already covered in high school."
   Another long pause as Maurice stared at the phone.
   "Look, do you want my help or not?  I've got other things to do."
   Maurice was feeling insulted, but this was the best chance he had and he
didn't want to lose it.
   "Aiiiiight.  Come ovah to my place.  3364 Cherry Street, apartment 3.  I
be lookin' out fo' you."
   "You got it mah man.  I'll be over in about an hour."
   Maurice headed for the shower and started to get dressed.  He was only
in his boxer shorts when the doorbell rang.  He slipped on his trousers
and, still shirtless, opened the door.
   A lean, freckle-faced white teenager stared at him.  The boy stuck out
his hand, "Hi, I'm Tommy."
   Maurice ignored the extended hand and turned his back on the boy, waving
him to come into his apartment.
   The white boy followed, He seemed a little nervous.  Maurice motioned
for him to have a seat on the couch.
   He looked at the boy with a mixture of bemusement and contempt.  "So
youse gonna tutor me, huh?"
   Tommy sank into the soft cushions of the black boy's couch, "Yeah, I'll
tutor you dude," a sly expression crossed his face, "But it's gonna cost
ya'"
   Maurice frowned.  He knew there had to be a catch.  Nobody does anything
for anyone for free.
   "Whadda ya want, man?  Ya want some weed?  Ya want some cash?  What's it
gonna cost me?"
   The white teenager waved him off, "Actually I don't want any of those
things.  I don't smoke weed and I've got all the money I need."
   "So howse I'm supposed to pay you if you got everything you need?"
   The white boy tugged at his crotch and stared Maurice dead in the eyes,
looking up at him from the couch.  "Well, there's one thing I haven't got.
I've never had a pair of thick nigger lips on my cock, and I think I wanna
try it."
   Maurice's eyes popped wide.  He didn't know what offended him the most,
the fact that the kid said the N-word, or the fact that he had basically
just told Maurice to suck his white cock.
   All Maurice could do was cock his head sideways and let out a
high-pitched, "Say what????"
   The white boy smiled, "I see we understand each other."
   He stood up and placed his hands on the black boy's bare shoulders,
"Just suck my cock and all of your troubles will go away."
   Maurice shook the boy's hands off of his shoulders.  He drew back as if
he were going to hit the boy, but Tommy raised a finger and wagged it in
the black boy's face, "Now, now.  Be nice.  You don't want to fail your
final exams and lose your scholarship do you?  If you lose your scholarship
your life will be ruined.  Try to think ahead for once in your life."
   Tommy's condescending tone was almost more than the black boy could
bare, especially coming from a kid who was only three fourths Maurice's
age. Still, Maurice had enough sense to slow down and consider his
situation, and what the white boy was offering.
   "You just wrap those big black lips around my horny teenage cock and all
your troubles will go away."
   The white boy sounded so calm, knowledgeable and reassuring.  The
freckles seemed to dance across the boy's face as he spoke.  Maurice
pondered his situation and began to realize that this teenage angel had
come to save him.  He could suck the white boy's cock and everything would
be fine - and nobody had to be the wiser.
   Tommy rested his hands on the black boy's shoulders once again, and this
time he gently pressed down, prompting the black boy to kneel.
   "Suck my white cock; it's the only way to save yourself."
   Maurice found himself starting to kneel.  Before he knew what had
happened he was on his knees, in front of the white boy.  Maurice was
facing the white boy's crotch.  Tommy unzipped his trousers and waved his
flaccid cock in the black boy's face.  He slapped his flaccid cock against
the black boy's flat nose and thick lips a few times.
   "Suck it."
   Maurice turned in disgust, but Tommy gently grabbed the black boy's chin
and made him face his cock.  "Suck my white cock and your worries will be
over."
   Maurice frown and kept his mouth shut.
   "Suck my cock now or I'm going skateboarding with my friends.  I can't
waste time with you..."
   Maurice took the soft white cock between his thick lips and started
sucking.  Tommy looked down at the black boy and smiled.  Maurice's thick
black lips were every bit as good as Tommy had imagined.  Tommy silently
chastised himself about why he hadn't thought of this before?
   Tommy let out an erotic sigh.  The high schooler enjoyed the feeling of
having a black college student give him a blow job.
   "Suck my white teenage cock, Maurice.  Sucking my cock will save you
from failing."
   Maurice began to feel aroused by the humiliation the boy was dishing out
to him.  He didn't know what was coming over him.  The musty smell and
taste of the white boy's cock in his mouth seemed potent and manly, in a
teenaged way.
   Maurice Stared into the boy's fiery red pubes, which made Maurice feel
as though he were sucking off an angel, or some superior being from another
planet.
   The black boy took comfort in having his face pressed next to Tommy's
smooth white thighs.  Tommy's white skin seemed clean and pure.  Maurice
wanted that cleanliness and purity inside of him.  He sucked the white
boy's cock even harder, running his tongue up and down the white boy's
shaft.
   Tommy moaned.
   "Yeah, that's it.  Suck on my white cock and earn your freedom."
   The very words from the teenager's mouth added to Maurice's arousal.
   He bobbed his head furiously on the boy's stiff shaft.  Maurice's mind
was now flooded with a desire to please the white teenage god.
   Tommy grabbed the black boy's head and made it bob faster on his cock.
   "Yeah, suck my cock with those nigger lips.  Suck it good.  Make me cum.
This is how you'll earn your freedom."
   Tommy tossed his head back, while Maurice sucked his cock.  Tommy looked
up at the ceiling, closing his eyes, while his long, curly red hair draped
on the back of his shoulder blades, moving to the thrusts of his thighs as
he practically raped the nigger's mouth.
   Tommy kept his hands firmly planted on the Negro's head, forcing Maurice
to suck him.
   "Show me how much you want to keep from failing.  Suck on my white
teenage cock."
   Maurice's mouth made love to the young boy's cock.  A wave of passion
flushed over him.  "This teenager can save me." He used his lips and his
tongue to give the boy pleasure.
   Tommy couldn't take it any longer.  He let out a loud groan and shot
ropes of thick, jism into the black boy's mouth.  Maurice swallowed it all.
   Tommy withdrew his cock and shot another thick rope across the black
boy's face.  Maurice savored the feeling of being marked by the young white
boy, as if he had become the boy's property.
   Tommy shot two more ropes of cum and they landed on top of the black
boy's head, while Maurice licked the white teenager's balls.
   Tommy looked down, with satisfaction, at the black boy's cum-soaked
face.
   "You're my cocksucker now, aren't ya nigga?"
   Maurice looked down and mumbled, mostly confessing the white boy's
mastery over him to himself, "Yeah, I'm yo cocksucker now..."
   The teenager's throbbing red cock, still hard, towered over the black
college boy's head and the taste of his cum remained in the nigger's mouth.
  
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