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 The Unspoken Thoughts: Black and White Men and Boys
   The following story is a work of erotic fiction.  It is for
entertainment purposes only.  It is not intended for minors.  It includes
teenagers and racially offensive language.  Anyone who might be offended by
this type of story, or unduly influenced by it, should find something else
to read.
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   Introduction
   Most white males, especially age 35 and younger, feel that they must be
given permission from black males before they can be politically incorrect
with them.  I should add, however, that when given this permission they are
perfectly capable of running with it since they have had to swallow a lot
of PC bullshit over the years, especially in school and in the workplace.
They have had to suppress ourselves.  When given permission, all of that
pent up denial is finally released.  It is liberating to say and do the
things one was never allowed to say and do before.
   So, they run with it.  They take advantage of it.  Once a black dude
shows he can take a good joke, his buddies are quite capable of pushing
that joke to its limits -- to see just how far the black dude can take it.
Most guys enjoy having another dude under their feet -- and it makes their
cocks hard as fuck when the other guy is willing to go along with it.
   Subordination is a male to male erotic power trip.  Any male who
subordinates himself to another male is likely to give that other male an
erotic rush.  There is added eroticism when race is involved.  That added
eroticism is a feeling of conquest.  There is always eroticism at the
thought of having another body completely subordinate to your will -- doing
whatever you require of him to sexually please you.  The idea of conquest
and slavery conjures up these erotic images, even though most people today
understand how cruel and brutal those practices were in reality.  Erotic
fantasy is an escape from reality.
   We all grew up with images in comic books and popular culture where a
white guy subordinated the black natives in the jungle.  We also grew up
knowing American history -- where blacks were chained and had to do our
bidding; especially when it came to satisfying our sexual curiosities and
needs.  It is arousing to think that about having that kind of power and
control over swarthy bodies.
   As males, we all grow up expecting to assume our rightful place as
master over something or someone.  It's a real cock tease when a black guy
submits to us.  It's a cock tease to see yourself as the black guy sees
you; a glowing, golden angel-like figure, towering over him while he kisses
your feet and looks up at you with love and admiration.
   A black guy becomes your useful sexual sidekick.  We both fall into our
respective roles quite naturally because the images are familiar to us;
they come to us from our popular culture.  The black sidekick is a
one-dimensional character who is just there to support the white hero, and
lick the hero's cock when the hero needs it.
   There is something that has always baffled me; it's the way that males
and females define themselves through ideal archetypes.  The most positive,
most beautiful and most varied archetypes are European.  The specifically
black male archetypes are usually tricksters, con artists and criminals of
some sort.  There are fewer of them than white archetypes, and they are
generally not very attractive.
   Archetypes of an ideal are images that we subordinate ourselves to so
that they will become a part of us.  If we choose the right archetype to
subordinate ourselves to, this will strengthen us.  Yet, black people have
been taught to feel ashamed if they subordinate themselves to white male
archetypes -- but the archetype that is likely to be the best model, to
strengthen the character and personality of the black male -- is a white
male image.
   This means that the black male is taught, in the name of "black pride,"
only to look up to and admire a narrow range of second-rate archetypes,
rather than to submit to white ones that would be better for him and would
most likely strengthen him.
   Doesn't the black male undermine himself when, out of "black pride," he
refuses to bend down and suck a white archetype's cock?
   A black guy subordinates himself to his white friend, and the fact that
his friend is white has a lot to do with this.  The purity of his buddy's
skin, the blueness of his eyes, and his long curly blond hair make his
buddy a Nordic god-like figure for the black guy.  The black guy becomes
thrilled beyond words the first time his buddy lets him drink after him and
swallow his saliva.
   I notice a black guy gets aroused when a white guy, whom he trusts and
has learned to feel comfortable with, crosses the barrier of political
correctness and jokes about race.  You can tell when a black dude feels
comfortable with you; he suddenly turns and calls you a "nigger" when you
do something wrong.
   A black guy will be selective about which white guy he is willing to
open up to.  He will not open up to just any white guy who happens to come
along.  The black guy has to be able to see an idealized version of himself
in his white buddy before he will be willing to open up to him.
   The white guy requires the black guy to grant him "permission" to say
things that the PC "thought police" might consider to be "racist," or
ignorant.  For his part, the black guy admits that he usually feels
obligated to play the role of the enforcer of what is and what is not
racially-appropriate among his white friends before he really gets to know
and trust them.  Most of his white buddies expect him to play this role
too, and they expect him to keep their conversations and interactions
"racially appropriate" and "safe."
   Most teenaged and young adult white guys are trapped; they are unable to
say what they really think about race unless the black guy first gives them
permission to speak candidly.  But black guys are also trapped, because
they are not allowed to express their erotic desire for the smooth white
skin of their rosy-cheeked friends.  If they admit this erotic desire, they
run the risk of scaring their buddy off; he can't handle the burden of all
the racial guilt that comes with being explicitly told that he is a "white
god" to a black dude.  No one feels comfortable being someone else's angel;
the expectations become too high for anyone to live up to.
   Most white guys are not really conscious of race, and we don't like to
always be reminded of it.  Black guys, however, are obsessed with race. 
They see everything, including their voluntary subordination, as being
race-related.
   But what most white guys don't know is how deeply their black buddies
have suppressed their sexual fantasies about subordinating themselves to
their close white friend.  Black guys love being close to the purity and
smoothness of their white buddies' warm, bright bodies and are positively
hypnotized when they look into their eyes.
   Black guys get hard-ons just by joking about other black people in front
of their white buddies.  We all want to believe that it was okay to laugh
at black people without being called "racist," but a black guy confirms
this for us, and gives playful jokes and observations legitimacy.  We no
longer have to communicate with each other behind a wall of political
correctness, and this gives everyone involved a hard-on.
   Once we are comfortable with each other, and you've got the black guy
sucking your cock, it's only natural to grab his head and gasp, "Yeah, suck
that white cock.  The eroticism of domination and subordination, is
undeniable once one is allowed to express it.
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   I'm just curious; does anybody else out there enjoy watching black boys
undress in the locker room before working out in the gym?
   I like watching as they slowly and awkwardly reveal their lean brown
arms and legs, ashy at the knees and elbows.  I like their smooth dark skin
and their bulging triceps and shoulders.  I like their big darting eyes as
they self-consciously, but of necessity, expose themselves while their
white school chums look on.
   The black boys' thick juicy lips hang open as they pull down their boxer
shorts.  They carefully cover themselves up as they slip into their
sweatpants and gym shorts; still the outline of their thick, long black
cocks swing like heavy pendulums under their clothing.  They cannot conceal
their sexual endowment.
   I like to imagine what it would be like to watch them fuck their
girlfriends on dirty mattresses in hot sweaty apartment buildings in the
ghetto.  I love to imagine them sneaking a little of their homeboys' booty
- always on the "downlow" - and pumping him full of their negro seed full
of potent sperm cells.  I like watching those horny skinny black boys, with
those small back packs, as they walk down city streets with the sway and
swagger of urban Watusi warriors.  They are so full of sexual energy that
they can barely contain themselves, although they try very hard to suppress
it.  Their thick nigger cocks bulge in their pants and their underarm sweat
gives out the smell of wild negro jungle passion.
   They sneak peeks at innocent white girls out of the corner of their
eyes; white girls who have complete control over them simply because of the
attractiveness and purity of their white skin.  The niggers grab their
ghetto crotches and offer them up as a sacrifice to the white goddess as
she walks past them.  The boys sweat with desire and bite their thick lower
lips with anticipation and need to bow down before white flesh and lick the
juices of the white girls' pussies; but first they are going to have to beg
for it.
   There's not a white girl in the world who doesn't know what she has to
do in order to get her pussy stuffed by a big black cock if she wants it.
Just buy a black boy some fast food and ride him around awhile in your car,
while he sinks in the seat, with his head almost to the level of the
dashboard.  Then she can get the nigger to do whatever she likes, including
lick her vanilla cootchie and lap up her pussy juices.  He will become her
personal stud slave; available on demand for her enjoyment.
   They must kneel at the white girls' feet and entertain her until she is
satisfied.  They tell jokes to make her laugh.  They become young nigger
buck slaves for white girls' pleasure; only then will these girls spread
her legs and offer them the sweetness of their ivory vaginas to the
sex-crazed black boy.  Only then will she offer the boy the softness and
purity of her white body.  The negro sheds tears of desire for the
closeness of white flesh.  He puts on a front of aloofness and indifference
toward the girl, but deep down inside he knows he cannot live without her
attention.  In the secrecy of the night he begs for her white pussy.  He
begs like a dark-skinned nappy-headed helpless baby; and she comforts him
by pressing his face against her smooth white breasts.  He nurses on her
titties.
   Then the white girl always him to shove his big black Mandingo cock
inside of her.  He pumps violently, ferociously.  He grunts and groans as
he fills the white girl with his unconstrained sexual passion.  She rubs
his nappy nigger head, like the good stud boy he has become.  He is far
better than the black plastic dildos and other sex toys that she usually
plays with.  He is a dark-skinned sex toy of living flesh.  The oversexed
black boy slobbers on himself as he enjoys the privileges of mounting the
white beauty.  It almost makes up for his role during the day as a sweaty
beast of burden, loading boxes in the stock room of a grocery store, under
the watchful gaze of his white male bosses.
   They order him around during the day, making him strip off his clothes
down to his waist to stack and load produce for the customers.  They like
to watch the negro sweat, like slaves of old, as the black boy performs
heavy labor.
   The black boys have their pants barely hanging on their asses.  They all
walk around shaking their asses while pretending to be tough, gangster
thugs.  They are looking for their daddies who abandoned them at birth. 
They don't know it yet, but they are secretly hoping to stumble on that
rare white man who would be bold enough to shove his white cock between the
boy's protruding brown buns without even bothering to ask the nigger if it
was okay.
   Of course it would be okay.  Black boys respect power, especially the
power of a white man.  He grows up without the companionship of his father,
so - for reasons beyond his understanding - he craves the discipline of
having an older man grab him from behind, force him to the ground, and
shove his hard cock deep inside his body - and make him scream for mercy.
   This is the way you establish superiority in the jungle.  It's the way
you win respect on the streets.  It's the way to give a black boy the
proper attitude adjustment he so desperately needs.
   Then there are those effeminate white men who occasionally pay straight
black boys to strip naked and abuse each other with their thick ghetto
cocks and tight ebony asses for these men's entertainment.  They make
faggots out of proud black youth because black boys don't even have control
over their own bodies.  They will sell their bodies for a colorful new
jacket or a video game.
   The white man can make two straight black basketball players fuck each
other like rabbits in the hope that maybe the white man will help them get
"discovered" so that they can play on a professional sports team or become
a rap star.
   There is no limit to things a white man can make a couple of straight
young black boys do with a little bit of privacy, a little financial
incentive, and a little imagination.  And watching those hard, sweaty,
sinewy boys use their nigger bodies on each other for sexual conquest is
welcome relief after long, hard hours of trying to control, teach and
manage them all day long.  No white man should be deprived of the
entertainment of watching black boys have sex, either with each other or
with their nappy headed girlfriends.
   There is no privacy to the black body; it is always on public display,
whether implicitly - through sports - or explicitly through other forms of
entertainment.  There is no privacy; his body belongs to the white public
to fill our lustful desires.  That's why he wears his clothes lose and has
difficulty keeping them on; and that's why he easily breaks into erotic
dances on the street or in videos.  That's why black boys hump the air and
the floor when they dance, pretending they are doing it "only for the
ladies." They do it for anyone who is willing to watch and who is aroused
by the spectacle of raw jungle sexuality transplanted to the city.
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   Timothy spent many hours admiring black boys of all hues from afar.  He
found himself aroused by these bronze warriors, whose loose fitting
clothing seemed to barely cling to their bodies, as they boldly and
boisterously strutted and meandered down the street in wolf packs.  The
boys' brown skin glowed like honey.  When Timothy stood near them he felt
as though they radiated tropical warmth.
   Timothy studied the black boys' firm brown arms, made strong by workouts
and manual labor.  He wanted those bronze arms to be wrapped around his
body, pulling him into the black boy's earthiness and his soulful rhythms.
He wanted to take the golden warriors' semen inside of him, emboldening him
- giving him their strength.  He wanted these strong, soulful black boys to
be devoted to him so that he could rely on them for safety and protection.
   He loved the trust in a black boy's eyes when Timothy stroked his thick,
dark cock, making the boy surrender his body.  The black boy opened up and
surrendered to Timothy in a way that was only reserved for his girlfriend
during a moment of intense passion.  But the Black boy knew he couldn't
trust his girlfriend as much as he could trust Timothy.  The black boy knew
that when the passion subsided his girlfriend would go directly for his
wallet, whereas all Timothy wanted from him, after the sex was over, was
that the black boy would be his protection when they both went into
dangerous parts of the city.
   Timothy loved the funkiness and grittiness in the way that black boys
approached sex.  He enjoyed convincing two black boys to have sex while
Timothy watched, stroking his pulsating cock.  The white boy was driven
wild by the sight of two sweaty, muscular black boys interlocked in
passion, and the smell that emanated from their bodies as they as they made
rhythmic fucking motions on the floor in front of him.  He enjoyed capping
off the evening by shooting his thick ropes of cum across the two swarthy
bodies at his feet.
   When Timothy met Lamont he longed to have the black boy shoot his cum
down his throat.  He sensed that the black boy's sperm would give him
strength and vitality - like an aphrodisiac made from tiger semen.  Lamont
was the rich brown color of milk chocolate.  Timothy wanted to share in all
of the exotic secrets of the black boy's body.
   Often Timothy admired lighter-skinned black boys whose golden bodies
looked like they had been gently kissed by the sun.  They seemed to have
absorbed the sun's rays.  Timothy believed a black boy's sperm was like
seeds of healthy sun shine, full of vitamins and earthly minerals.  Black
boys, he always thought, were rich in fertility.  He'd see them shamelessly
grinding on their girlfriends in public places, the muscles on their backs
and their arms flexing as they put on their public show - slow, nasty
dancing, with or without the aid of music.  He knew that black boys were
exotic and erotic creatures that just couldn't get enough of fucking - and
who had a lot to give.  When they shot cum from their thick black cocks
their bodies shook and their creamy juices flowed like molten lava from a
volcano.
   He wanted to swallow Lamont's fertile seed, and take it inside his ass.
   The white boy was not fooled by the black boy's façade.  Black boys were
legendary for their homophobia and, if "gay," for always having to be the
"top." But Timothy knew better.  He could put two and two together.  He
knew that very few black boys grew up with fathers in the home - very few
had strong male role models in their lives.  He knew that this often meant
that that a boy would grow up seeking the attention of other males to
compensate for what he lacked.  The black boy's insatiable need for
masculine attention and approval secretly made the boy feel uncomfortable
because he was afraid this might be an indication that he was actually
homosexual.
   Timothy sensed this weakness in black boys.  He also knew that, in the
absence of male role models, black boys were insecure about their manhood -
they were uncertain about what it really means to be a man.  These boys
would chase exaggerated Hollywood images of manhood - and the extreme
notions of manhood projected by hip hop recording artists.  It was a false
manhood.  It was a kind of hyper-masculinity - a macho image that, in the
real world, could only lead to an early death, yet most black boys
subscribed to it in order to cover up their "homosexuality."
   Added to this, Timothy thought, is the masculine culture among black
boys - a culture based on slapstick humor and mutual humiliation.  Timothy
noticed that black boys' humor was largely based on humiliating one another
and seeing other people humiliated.  Timothy guessed that this humiliation
cut deeper than just verbal insults; it was even deeper than taking
pleasure in watching another boy getting brutally beaten - he noticed when
black boys watched one of their friends being humiliated they grabbed their
crotches and sported a big boner.  The boys were aroused by seeing another
humiliated - verbally, physically and sexually.
   It didn't take long for Timothy to realize that this sexual arousal was
not confined to seeing another black boy - and especially black "bitches" -
humiliated, they were just as intensely aroused when they themselves were
the ones being humiliated.  Humiliation was humiliation and black boys
couldn't get enough of it, no matter who the victim was.  The erotic power
of the act itself, for the black boy, never ceased to amaze Timothy.
   Suddenly it all began to make sense; no wonder these boys, who were bold
and proud in public, submitted to him so easily in private, even begging
him to abuse them and treat them like shit.  If black boys were aroused by
humiliation at the hands of other black boys, how much more humiliating -
and arousing - must it have been for them when a white man was humiliating
them?  Even the toughest teenage street thug had a hunger for abuse from
white boys, in private, which seemed insatiable - at least on the
"down-low."
   Timothy began to see that even black boys' fashions in clothing were not
entirely innocent.  They sagged their pants well below their butts in a way
that was clearly suggestive of availability.  They left very little to the
imagination of curious white boys who surreptitiously inspected black boys'
asses.  Their bulbous dark asses were clearly outlined in their boxer
shorts, even to the point where one could see the ghetto boy's ass crack.
Black boys bent over and offered their asses to be mounted by every passing
white boy each time they tied their Timberland boots.
   But Timothy also realized that the "hardness" of black boys' persona was
not entirely affected.  In a post-industrial economy, where society is
increasingly feminized and women are much more likely to secure steady
employment than men, black males - more than most people - are more likely
to see themselves as being social "outsiders" without a foothold in the
economy.  Instead, they swagger down the streets in the bright and colorful
clothing of pirates, complete with do-rags on their heads and gold ear
rings, affecting a macho "outlaw" image that they can be proud of.  They
challenge the feminization of mainstream society; but even this, Timothy
realized, makes them more inclined toward butt-fucking.  After all, it is
much more manly to fuck another tough and firm-bodied man than it is to
fuck a weak and soft woman.
   Timothy knew that when a black boy exaggerates his fear of homosexuality
("No homo, man, no homo") and when he exaggerates his attraction to "the
ladies" (calling them "bitches and hoes") that black boy was trying to
cover for his deep-seated fear, confusion and insecurity about not having a
father in his life, about his constant need for male-peer approval and
masculine attention, and his hidden desire to be humiliated and dominated
by another man's cock - especially the cock of a self-confident white man.
   Timothy wasn't fooled, and it came as no surprise to him when it was
finally revealed that many black men live their lives on the "down-low." So
repressed was black American masculine culture, because of its
insecurities, and yet so powerful was black male-to-male attraction,
because of their needs that the "down-low" culture among black men became
inevitable.
   Timothy realized that most black men were on the down-low, at least for
some portion of their lives.  Their desire for white women only masked
their equally strong desire for white men and teenage boys.  This desire
for white males was not always a desire to be on top; the black boy longed
to experience being the bottom and being totally dominated and humiliated
by white men.  In the secrecy of the night, and in hidden quarters during
the day, Timothy willingly obliged this request.
   He found that black boys longed to hear white men insulting them while
the man was taking the black boy's nigger ass.  Timothy knew that all he
had to do was ease the boy into a "relationship" with him that would help
the black boy get used to the idea of acting on his own inner-desires,
which the black boy himself was ashamed of and didn't fully understand.
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   Timothy wanted to be in the firm grip of these strong, black male
bodies. He couldn't erase his own thoughts of enslaving these black male
studs.  These slave studs' thick black cocks should not just be reserved
for a black woman's pussy - for breeding - but should be shared by the
black boy's master - white boys like Timothy.  He desperately wanted to
know what it would be like to be bread by a black slave stud's cock.
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   Timothy eyed the young black buck.  He ran his eyes over the smooth
curves of the black teenager's athletic body.
   Timothy felt aroused by the black boy's toned arms and legs, and the
obvious strength in the lean boy's body, all under Timothy's control - to
do with as he pleased.  Jamar was like all the other black high school
basketball players, lean and muscular.  Timothy looked at the sparse dark
hairs on the bronze boy's body, just below his navel, and imagined the
potency of the boy's cum which, no doubt, if swallowed would fill a person
with unrestrained sexual energy.
   Timothy thought about how exciting it would be if he could get the whole
team of dark-skinned warriors to strip naked for him and bend over while he
fondled their low-hanging testicles and their firm black asses.  It was
not, he thought, too wild a fantasy - surely, being a basketball scout's
son, he had the leverage to make this fantasy come true.
   Imagine, he thought, a room full of healthy naked Negro high school
boys, the whole smelly locker room of them, bending over and spreading
their legs so that he could use their firm dark bodies to his heart's
content, sucking them off - making them cum - and fucking their faces and
their asses.
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   Black Boys and the Law:
   "Freeze.  You're under arrest."
   Those are the words that a black teenage hip hopper least wants to hear.
It was late at night in a desolate parking lot, with plenty of "no
skateboarding signs" posted, but nobody around to enforce them.
   Nobody, that is, until officer O'Malley arrived on the scene.
   A few hours earlier Terrance and three of his white buddies raced across
the parking lot, the roar of their skateboards, along with their shouts and
screams, echoed off of the walls of the empty buildings in this abandoned
shopping center.
   The boys' lean, teenage bodies flew across the asphalt, spinning tricks,
flipping sideways, nearly upside down, and riding on metal hand rails.
   Terrance's nearly shoulder-length dreadlocks were tossed by the speed of
his flight, giving him a somewhat "wild" appearance.
   He loved to impress girls with his skateboarding skills, and they loved
to watch him skate.  But he was a little disturbed by his secret strange
and unspoken impulses when he was around his white buddies.
   Frequently Terrance caught himself watching the other boys.  He would
slip into a daydream.  He became lost by the trance induced by watching
their long, flowing brown and blond hair as it was tossed by the breeze
when they were performing tricks.  He was mesmerized by their smooth white
skin and the ruddy complexion they got when they were embarrassed or cold.
He was enchanted by their rosy lips and the cool depths of their blue or
brown eyes.
   Even though Terrance was sure he was not gay, he found himself wanting
to worship their white teenage manhood.  He involuntarily got a hard-on
whenever he was around the boys.  He imagined them to be the epitome of
cleanliness, rationality, order, all embodied in a package of boyish
adventure, self-confidence and toughness.  "These white boys," he thought,
"are the rulers of the world."
   He would slip into a daydream where he saw himself dropping to his
knees, at their feet, letting them take turns shoving their stiff white
cocks into his mouth, pumping feverishly between his thick black lips, and
bringing themselves to orgasm - shooting "white boy" jism down Terrance's
throat.
   Every once in a while Terrance's buddies caught him staring.  It gave
them a creepy feeling.  It looked like he was harboring malicious thoughts
toward them.  His facial expression, during such moments, seemed so ...
predatory.
   But most of the time he seemed good-natured; just "one-of-the-guys."
   "Hold still while I frisk you," the cop said.  He pushed Terrance,
face-forward, toward the police cruiser.  The boy's wrists were handcuffed
behind his back.  O'Malley went through the ritual of patting the boy down,
emptying the kid's pockets, and taking an inordinate amount of time feeling
the boy's crotch and his ass crack.
   O'Malley grabbed the boy's cock, through his jeans, and rubbed the
entire length of the boy's thickening dick.  He reached inside the back of
the boy's loose-fitting trousers and felt the boy's bulbous black ass.  He
reached further between the boy's legs and played with the lad's
low-hanging balls.
   When the cop was tired of standing up he told Terrance, "Okay, get in
the back of the cruiser." He shoved the boy inside.
   Terrance was alarmed.  He had heard stories about black men being forced
to get in police cars and being beaten up or even shot.  Terrance realized
there were no witnesses; the cop could say anything he wanted in this
situation.  He could literally get away with murder.
   But the colored boy scooted to the far end of the back seat of the car,
to try to get as far away from the white cop as possible.  He spread his
legs because he was too tall for the space he was in.  Much to the boy's
alarm, the cop scooted in beside him.
   "Okay, let's see what you've got under that shirt."
   O'Malley grabbed the front of the boy's shirt and ripped it open,
sending the buttons flying.  There Terrance sat, bare-chested in the back
of the man's squad car.  O'Malley gasped at the chocolate smoothness of the
boy's skin.
   "Oh, to be young; to be a teenager again," the cop gasped.  He ran his
hands over the boy's small, dark nipples.  He whisked his open hand over
Terrance's hairless black body.  The boy's chest and his arms glistened
with sweat.  He skin seemed to glow - healthy and vibrant.
   The cop looked down at Terrance's spread legs and grabbed the front of
the boy's pants.  "Now, let's take a look at that nigger crotch you got
there."
   A wave of anxiety swept over Terrance.  Here he was, a black boy,
helpless and handcuffed, uncomfortably seated in the back of a police car
in a desolate parking lot, his shirt ripped open, his bare teenage chest
fully exposed, his legs spread, and this middle-aged white police officer
was about to rip his trousers open.  He knew he was fully at the white
cop's mercy.
   Terrance wondered what the man had in mind, and whether or not it would
be painful, some sort of torture.
   O'Malley ripped the boy's trousers open.  He looked at the boy's red and
white candy cane striped boxer shorts and was amused.  "Leave it up to a
nigger to even wear colorful boxer shorts.  You people dress like court
jesters and clowns," he laughed.
   O'Malley pulled the boy's trousers down below his ashy knees. 
Terrance's thighs looked strong and firm, with gentle whiffs of curly dark
hair.  O'Malley grabbed the lump in the boy's boxer shorts and felt the
thickness of Terrance's cock.  He gently squeezed the boy's cock a few
times, getting the feel of it before fully exposing it.  He kneaded
Terrance's cock like a baker kneading a lump of fresh dough.  The boy's
cock started to stiffen.
   The smell of the black boy's nearly naked, sweaty body filled the squad
car, giving O'Malley a throbbing erection.  He chided the boy, "Does your
daddy know where you are right now?  Does your mama know?"
   The cop peeled down Terrance's boxer shorts, exposing the boy's thick,
long nigger cock - a dark slab of jungle meat, ready to breed some of those
slave bitches in the ghetto.  The dark bush of pubic hair over the boy's
cock filled the air with sexual aroma.
   O'Malley rested his hand under the black boy's cock and testicles, and
lifted them.  The contrast between the boy's brown skin and the white cop's
hand was striking.  O'Malley gently fondled the boy, aware that the kid's
manhood was entirely in his hands - there was nothing the black teenager
could do to stop him.
   He looked at the boy's baby face in the dim light of the squad car,
Terrance's thick dark lips barely open, his dread locks gently brushing the
sides of his frightened dark face, whiffs of baby hair on his cheeks and
above his lips, trying to become a mustache and sideburns but still too
immature to do more than cast a faint shadow.
   O'Malley couldn't resist the temptation any longer; he lowered his head
and started sucking the boy's cock.
   Terrance tried to pull back, but he was trapped.  He mumbled "no," but
the white cop refused to listen.  Terrance tried to resist letting this
man's mouth suck his thick black cock - Terrance thought that just by
allowing the act would make him a homosexual.  For the rest of his life
he'd have to live with the thought that he allowed another man, not a
woman, suck his cock.  It would be too much shame to bear, even though he
really didn't have much of a choice.
   O'Malley's hot, wet mouth enveloped the teenager's stiffening cock. 
Terrance never felt anything as pleasurable as this in his life.  His cock
was now a fully erect, throbbing sausage of black manhood in the determined
white officer's mouth.
   To Terrance's utter surprise, and utter horror, he was actually enjoying
it.  Terrance let out a loud involuntary sigh as the white cop bobbed his
head up and down between the boy's black thighs.
   Terrance made soft, barely audible protests, "no...no...no..," while
grinding his crotch in the nasty middle-aged white man's mouth.
   "I don't wanna be no faggot," the teenager gently protested as the
officer ran his wet tongue up and down the length of the boy's cock, "I
don't wanna be no faggot."
   Terrance breathed heavily in sexual ecstasy.  His ashy black knees
knocked together with uncontrollable pleasure.  He bit his lip.  His eyes
rolled to the back of his head.
   Now the boy was whimpering while grinding hard in the cop's mouth, "no
... no ... no..."
   But every other part of the boy's body was saying, "yes."
   His muscular brown thighs pushed up against the cop's face.  The boy
lifted his sweaty, black naked buttocks off of the seat of the car so he
could thrust harder in the older man's mouth.
   "no ... no ... no ... no ...," the boy's sensual and plaintive protests
filled squad car, but to no avail.  It only made the cop suck him harder.
The black boy's arms were twisted uncomfortably in the handcuffs, but he
wasn't feeling any pain - he was too absorbed in the sensations of the
white man's tongue and lips on his dick.
   The black boy gasped.  He breathed heavily.  His smooth brown belly and
chest heaved up and down, covered with sweat.
   O'Malley felt the pressure building up in the shaft of his captive's
cock.  The nigger's cock was now twitching in the policeman's mouth.  The
boy's breath became heavy and labored.
   He managed a few more futile protests to save face, "no ... no...," but
he couldn't hold back any longer.
   The boy exploded in a geyser of hot cum.  The thick, sticky white liquid
filled O'Malley's mouth tasting like clam chowder.  The boy's body shook
uncontrollably as he emptied his balls down the older man's throat in wave
after wave of uncontrollable orgasm.
   O'Malley swallowed all of it.
   He watched the boy's shiny dark body, glistening with sweat, as every
one of Terrance's muscles strained with sexual pleasure - pumping his
inexhaustible teenage load down the white man's throat.
   O'Malley gulped it down.  He grabbed the boy's ass, and squeezed his
smooth black butt cheeks.
   He swallowed more of the boy's cum, and spread the boy's ass, feeling
inside his sweaty black crack, fingering the boy's tight hole, taking total
possession of him.
   The boy let out a final gasp of exhaustion and collapsed on the seat of
the car.
   O'Malley straightened up so that he could fully savor the moment, the
nearly naked black teenager, with his glowing dark skin, sprawled across
the back seat of the officer's car, his comical boxer shorts bunched below
his knees.
   *****************************
   An Older White Man Testifies
   Sure, I can pay him to get him to suck my cock; and frankly there is
nothing that turns me on as much as watching a proud, strong young black
man crawl up to me on his hands and knees and lick my hairy white balls and
tongue my shitty ass.  But a white man can force a nigger to do anything
without breaking the nigger's self-image at the very core.  Niggers will do
almost anything for money, fancy clothes, drugs, a new basketball, a bucket
of fried chicken, or money to take their bitches out on the town in order
to impress them.
   What I'm going for is beyond forced action.  What I'm going for is
making the nigger cum involuntarily and against his entire self-image, by
jacking the nigger off - or making him jack off in front of me - and, yes,
sometimes even sucking the nigger's cock and swallowing down his nutt
juices.  I own him, don't I?  He's my property.  Is it any different from
sucking the juice outta fresh produce - oranges, or grapes and shit like
that?  The black jungle boy is your property - dark brown on the outside
with fresh white juice on the inside; like a coconut.  Why not force him to
surrender his jungle nectar?
   But the greatest payoff of all is how it fucks up his mind when you do
that to him.  Straight nigger boys have a code of pride where they
completely deny that another man can make them cum.  So when you have a
nigger male bound up and you manipulate his cock and his balls with your
hands, mouth and tongue, and make that nigger shoot thick streams of funky
ghetto cum against his will - that nigger becomes a broken man.  He can no
longer be so cocky or arrogant anymore.  Something has happened that he
can't explain away - he enjoyed being used by another man - a white man at
that.  He enjoyed it, and the evidence is in the cum juices that he shoots
all over the floor and on his own nigger body.
   He can always say to his homeboys, when you make a nigger suck your
cock, that it was forced on him and it is something he would never do
otherwise.  All nigger males can understand this because all of them have
been in prison and have been forced to do things that they would not
otherwise do.  But when you make a masculine, tough young nigger cum all
over your hands, well that's something else.  That makes him a participant
in his own humiliation - the loss of his nigger "manhood." He'll never be
the same after that.  From that point on all white men will be able to put
him more easily under their control.
   I read somewhere that in the Old South, when a posse of white men caught
and male and a female runaway slave, before they would punish them and
return them to their rightful owners the white men would make them strip
naked and force the man to fuck his nigger wench right in front of them,
for their entertainment.  "Let's see you fuck that nigger bitch with your
big black cock." They'd enjoy watching the nigger's ass moving and grinding
as he fucked his black ho into uncontrolled passion.  Both niggers were
ashamed because white men denied them of their privacy and the intimacy of
the act.  The white men had a party, drinking beer and smoking cigars into
the dusk while they watched those sweaty nigger bodies, bumping, and
grinding in front of them.  They spit on the humping niggers and pour beer
on their sweaty black bodies.  That's the way you break a nigger's psyche!
   *****************************
   The video opened with a middle-aged white man, standing behind a
handsome young teenaged black boy.  The white man had the black boy's
trousers pulled down to his ankles.  He was standing behind the boy,
stroking the black boy's thick nigger cock, and rubbing his pants up
against the young boy's smooth black ass while he whispered in his ear.
   "Hi black boy."
   The black boy looked annoyed and embarrassed, but he knew he had to play
along if he wanted to get a good recommendation from the program, which
could lead to a job.
   "You like having a white man play with your thick black cock?"
   The black boy cracked an annoyed and ironic half-smile.  He dutifully
nodded, hoping this would satisfy the persistent white man.
   "You like having a white man rub up against your tight black ass while
he strokes your thick nigger cock?"
   The embarrassed black boy swallowed hard and nodded.
   "How do you use that nigger cock, huh, boy?  Do you like to masturbate?
I bet you horny nigger boys masturbate all the time, huh?"
   The boy looked distressed.  He stared into the distance, trying to
ignore the white man's advances.
   "You like to masturbate that nigger cock and think about fucking little
white girls?"
   The boy looked down at his timberland boots, where his pants were
bunched around his ankles.  There was moisture in his young eyes.
   "How many brothers do you have at home?  Three?  Oh, you come from a
growing family.  Somebody's really wearing out your mama's black pussy,
huh?"
   The boy looked as though he had just been fed castor oil.  He grimaced
and clenched his fist, looking steadily at the floor.
   "How do all of you niggers fit in one small sweaty apartment?  Do you
and your brothers share the same bed?  Yeah, I bet you do."
   The boy bit his lip defiantly; eyes burning into the floor in front of
him.
   "There are so many of you - do you and your brothers rub up against each
other with your young nigger bodies as you're crowded together in the same
bed?"
   The boy's cock suddenly began throbbing in the white man's hands.  The
man cracked a knowing smile.  The boy looked guiltily at the floorboards.
   "Do you feel their hard nigger cocks pressing up against your smooth
black ass while they snuggle up next to you in the bed?"
   The boy began breathing heavily.  The white man stroked him harder.  The
boy closed his eyes tightly as tears seeped out of their corners.
   "Do you let your young nigger cock slide between the butt cracks of your
young nigger brothers while you share the same bed?"
   The boy began involuntarily thrusting in the white man's hand.  He
caught himself and tried to stand still, but he couldn't stop his dick from
throbbing or his breath from growing heavier.
   "Do you masturbate at the thought of fucking your nigger brothers in
your crowded bed?"
   The boy found himself nodding `yes' to the white man's persistent
questions.  His dick leaked pre-cum.  The white man played with the boy's
thick juicy balls.
   "Do you push your thick nigger cock inside your young brothers' ass
holes and make them feel your young manhood growing hard inside their
bodies?"
   The boy began moving his body in time with the white man's strokes.  His
eyes were closed tightly now; he seemed to be losing himself in the older
man's words.
   "Do you shoot your nigger cum inside of your black nigger brothers,
making they your little fuck toys?"
   Now the boy was shifting his weight from leg to leg; almost dancing in
place.  He seemed overwhelmed with sexual passion.  He looked as if he had
to go to the bathroom, but what he really wanted to do was release a load
of cum.
   "Do you hear your brothers masturbating at night when you are too tired
to fuck their little nigger bums?"
   The boy bit his lip, eyes closed tightly, and silently nodded `yes.'
   "What do you hot sweaty niggers smell like when you're sharing the same
bed?  What do you smell like when you're coated with each other's cum after
a long and accidental fuck session that horny nigger boys can't help
themselves from falling into?"
   A stream of shiny precum shot out of the young black boy's piss hole. 
His young black cock jerked and twitched in the white man's masterly
stroking hand.
   "Do you think about your mama when you are masturbating in bed at
night?"
   The boy grimaced and turned his head to the side, as if trying to avoid
the truth of what the white man was whispering in his ears.
   "Do you think about your mama getting fucked by strange white men in
order to pay the rent?"
   The boy breathed heavily and started gently bucking air as the white man
continued manipulating his cock and his mind.
   "Do you think about how those white men push inside your mama's black
pussy and fill her with their cum, making her their ghetto whore?"
   The boy let out an audible high-pitched moan.  His face was wracked with
shame and guilt.  His cock spurted more slimy precum on the white man's
fingers.
   "Do you like having a ghetto whore mama?  Do you think maybe you might
wanna fuck her too?"
   Now the boy was breathing very heavily.  His chest and shoulders heaved.
His tight young bum rubbed up against the man's hard cock inside of his
pants.
   "Would you like to shove your thick nigger cock inside your mama's wet
black pussy and fuck her while she moans?"
   The boy spurted more precum.  It arched in the air and landed at his
feet.  The white man grinned and stroked the young boy harder.
   "Do like to play a lot of basketball?  Do you play with other black boys
from the ghetto?"
   The boy seemed to relax.  The tension in is body seemed to be fading. 
His breathing became more shallow.
   "Do you young monkeys like slamming into each other on the basketball
court?"
   Now, his breathing was getting slightly heavier again.  His body was
slowly stiffening.
   "Do you like the feel of another young nigger's body slamming into yours
while you feel his thick hard cock rubbing up against you?"
   The black boy gasped.  His cock jerked even harder to attention.  His
hips began involuntarily thrusting against the white man's hand.
   "Do you like to feel another boy's ghetto manhood rubbing against your
thighs while you fall on top of each other on the basketball court?"
   The boy's eyes were tightly closed.  He tilted his head to the side,
almost leaning on the white man's shoulder.  He seemed to release his body
to the white man's mastery over him.
   "Do you like to taste the sweat from that nigger's body while he is
lying on top of you?"
   The boy just sighed as his cock leaked clear and slimy liquid.
   "Do you like little white boys your age too?"
   Now the boy stood up straight.  His body was fully erect.
   "Do you like the purity of their smooth white skin and their rosy cheeks
brushing up next to yours?"
   The boy began thrusting heavily in the white man's hands in spite of
himself.
   "Do you like it when they grab your nappy head and push it down to their
crotch so that you can suck their master cocks with you ghetto mouth?"
   The little black boy's lips parted.  He let out soft grunts and groans.
He threw his head back as if surrendering his whole black body to his horny
inquisitor.
   "Do you like wrapping those generous-sized nigger lips around a young
white boy's throbbing hard cock while he uses you to make is cock feel
good?"
   The boy found himself nodding his confirmation.  Then an expression of
pain and guilt crossed his young black face.
   "Do you like for young white boys to have orgasms in your mouth?"
   The boy sighed heavily.  His cock let out a spray of precum.
   "Do you like having your mouth covered with thick creamy ropes of a
white boy's cum, fresh from his throbbing cock while his cock is still
between your thick nigger lips?"
   The boy groaned and twitched in the white man's arms.  He turned his
head to the side and purred with contentment.
   "Are you on the basketball team at school, nigger?  Do you have a coach?
I'll bet your coach is a white man, isn't he?"
   The boy seemed to relax.  His eyebrows registered confusion, as if he
were trying to solve a puzzle.
   "Do you like it when your white coach rubs your firm nigger bum to
encourage you to do better for the team?"
   One again the boy's cock stiffened.
   "Do you like it when he sticks his hands inside your pants, strokes your
nigger cock and feels your smooth, young ass crack?"
   The boy found himself nodding affirmatively to the white man's
questions. He was almost carried away with enthusiasm.
   "Do you like when your white coach drops his pants and forces you into
submission as you lick his hairy balls and taste his white shit hole?"
   Now the boy's entire body began thrusting in the older white man's arms.
He seemed to loose control over himself.
   "Do you like sucking and kissing an older white man's ass - giving you a
sense of purpose, usefulness and direction?"
   The boy nodded enthusiastically.  He yielded his body to his tormentor's
embrace.
   "Do you like tasting the shit from a white man's ass, little nigger?"
   The boy found himself grimacing; then staring guiltily at the ceiling.
   "Do you like it when the coach pulls down your baggy sweat pants and gym
trunks and feels on your smooth young nigger ass?"
   The boy bit his lip in frustration and looked at the floor.  The white
man stroked the young boy's cock harder and harder.
   "Do you like it when your coach bends you over and forces his hard white
cock between your ass cheeks, pushing his way deep inside that tight young
nigger ass of yours?"
   The white man pushed his pants against the young boy's smooth backside.
The boy looked guilty and shot another jet stream of adolescent precum.
   "Do you like it when he pumps your nigger hole full of the white man's
sperm, teaching you good manners and discipline?"
   The boy's body began to tremble.  The white man pushed harder against
the black boy's backside.
   "How bout the white boys on the other team?  Do you like it when your
black team mates get showered and dressed early, leaving you alone in the
locker room?"
   The boy sighed, lost in a recent memory.
   "Do you like when you are caught by surprise when the other team, a
group of white boys, flood into the locker room and you're the only nigger
in there, surrounded by these white boys?"
   The boy's face registered fear and terror.
   "Do you like it when that group of young white boys grab your nappy head
and shove their hard white cocks between your thick nigger lips and inside
your tight black ass, fucking you from both ends of your nigger body
without mercy?"
   The boy let out an audible sigh and began involuntarily thrusting in the
white man's hands.  His young black cock shot out streams of youthful cum.
   "Do you like it when they shoot thick globs of white boy cum all over
the side of your black face and between your nigger legs?"
   The boy shot his load in waves.  Wave after wave of hot teenaged nigger
jism shot up in the air in arches and landed at the boy's feet.
   "Do you like the feel of the hot ejaculation of white men's cum inside
your young nigger body?  Do you like it when white men and boys shoot their
master seed inside of you?"
   The boy sighed and shot more loads of his seed.  His body quivered in
orgasmic pleasure as the images whispered in his ear polluted his young
mind.
   "Do you like the smell of white boys rubbing up against your young
nigger body?  Does the smell of sweaty white boys on your black skin make
you feel clean and pure?"
   The boy nodded in truthful exhaustion.  His young black cock weakly shot
a few more spurts of teenaged nigger cum.
   "Do you like it when they fuck your nigger ass just like older white men
fuck your mama's black pussy when she needs to pay the bills?"
   The boy gasped and sighed in the white man's arms.  The white man rocked
him gently back and forth, as if easing him into a deep sleep with a
peaceful lullaby.
   "Do they make you stand beside the bed and watch your mama getting
fucked with their big white cocks while your daddy's away in prison?"
   The boy breathed heavily.  He let out a barely audible sigh that sounded
like `yes.' His body trembled with sweat and exhaustion.
   "Do they make you kneel down and clean their hard white cocks with your
nigger lips after they get through fucking your black mama?"
   The boy seemed to drift off into sleep in the white man's arms.  The man
took his fingers, sticky with the young black boy's cum, and fondled the
nigger's testicles and his butt hole.
   "Do white men make you service them like a little black shoe shine boy;
sucking their dicks and licking their hairy balls?"
   The boy's mouth fell open.  His thick nigger lips hung apart, as if
ready to receive the white man's cock and do whatever would be required of
him.
   The white man looked down at this conquest and smiled.  The black boy
surrendered his smooth brown body.  The white man ran his hands over the
boy's belly button and soft pubic hairs and gently laid him down on the
floor to rest.
   *****************************
   An Older Man Recalls a Porn Booth Encounter
   I met a young nigger, with a big Afro, in a porn shop one evening.  I
guess he wore his hair that long so that he could wear it braided in
cornrows when he wants to look sharp.
   Anyway, I approached him with caution.  I stood in the doorway of my
porn booth and beckoned him to come over.  He was seated inside his booth,
watching a video, but he could see me from where he was sitting.  There are
no doors on porn booths in my state - it's a state law, supposedly to keep
men from lewd behavior.
   Anyway, the nigger seemed unsure about the whole scene.  He eyed me with
curiosity and caution.  He kept looking away, and then looking back to
steal a peek at me.  I unzipped my pants and waved my thick white cock up
and down.  The nigger turned away, but then he looked at me again.
   He leaned forward in his seat, and then leaned back, as if he were
wrestling with himself about how to handle the situation.
   I moved all the way inside my booth and waited.  Would he follow me? 
Would he get up and leave, sneaking out of the place while I wasn't
looking? Would his fear of gay sex, and of a white man, override his
curiosity and his passion?
   I was about to give up and started moving back toward the doorway of my
booth, when I noticed a shadow approaching.  Sure enough, in a few minutes
the young nigger was standing in my doorway, clutching his crotch and
looking nervously away - avoiding my eyes.
   I had to let the black boy know who was in control.  I grabbed him by
his waist and pulled his body close to mine.  He stiffened, but didn't
resist.  I started grinding up against his long, lean brown body.  He
sheepishly looked at the floor.  I clutched his nigger ass, feeling his
firm brown buns.  I knew this boy would be a good fuck.
   I shoved my face inside his shoulder blades and took a deep whiff of
warm, masculine, young nigger manhood.  I sighed in the grips of his young
masculine arms; I felt his thick nigger cock hardening inside his pants.
   Before he could get the wrong idea, I slapped his ass cheeks hard.  His
eyes widened.  I was still masturbating my own white cock, but by now it
was stiff as ironing board.  I leaned up toward his ear and whispered, "Get
down on your knees and suck it."
   To my surprise, and probably to his as well, he slowly dropped to his
knees.  I slipped my blood-engorged red cock between his thick brown lips.
He didn't resist, but he didn't suck right away either.  I pulled on his
long nappy hair and pushed his face in my pubes, "I said to suck it, boy."
   Slowly, he stared working his thick nigger lips up and down my hard
white cock.  I grabbed his head more firmly and forced him to pick up the
pace.  I gyrated my hips and fucked his mouth harder and harder.
   I heard him gasp and he allowed me to rape his nigger mouth with my hard
white cock.  "Yeah, you like that white cock in your mouth, boy?" All he
could do was gasp and nod in the affirmative.  I fucked his face harder.
   His nigger lips felt so good on my cock I felt like I was ready to shoot
my load in his mouth.  I pushed his face off my cock and stuck my hands
under his arm pits, lifting him to his feet.
   "Pull down your pants and bend over."
   Dutifully he slowly undid his pants and let them drop to the floor.  I
turned around and I pushed down on his back, making him bend over.  I
slowly ran my hands over his smooth brown ass cheeks and inside his hairy
ass crack.  I can't begin to tell you the sensations that ran inside of me
as I saw his young nigger ass bent over in submission to my hungry white
cock.
   "You want this white cock in black ass?"
   The boy nodded slowly, "yes."
   "Tell how much you want it."
   "I - I want your white cock in my ass...."
   This was a real amateur I was about to conquer.  I shoved my cock in his
tight ass and he let out a sharp yell.  I pushed harder in his ass, filling
his hole with throbbing white manhood.  The boy groaned, I couldn't tell if
it was from passion or pain.
   I started fucking his ass and talking trash to him, "I'm gonna fill your
black ass with my white cock.  I'm gonna shoot white cum all over your
black skin.  Beat your nigger cock off for me while I fuck your black ass.
I wanna see white cum shoot out of that big nigger cock."
   The harder I fucked and egged him on, the more passionately he stroked
his nigger cock and allowed me to ravish his hole.
   "I'm gonna adjust your attitude.  I'm gonna keep shoving my white cock
inside of you - adjust your attitude, nigger."
   My taunts were met with more grunts and groans.
   "I see you black boys running around all the time acting tough, loud and
wild.  All you niggers need is good ass fucking by a white man's cock so
you'll learn how to behave in public."
   This forced him to whimper his reply, "Fuck my black ass with that white
cock."
   More grunting and gasping as my sweaty thighs pumped against his black
ass.  I grabbed his shoulders and forced my cock deeper inside of him,
making him feel the throbbing of my hardened pole inside his body; making
him know that he was owned.
   I slapped his black ass while I fucked him.
   When I felt like I was about to cum, I yanked my cock out of his ass and
shoot all over his buns and legs.  His body was glistening with sweat. 
Thick globs of white cum glided down his shiny dark body.  The contrast
made me shoot more.
   We went our separate ways, fading into the dark streets of the city.
   *****************************
   Jeremy Conquers Lamont
   He looked down at Lamont who was lying on the rug in front of him. 
Against the black boy's will, he reached down and starting shredding
Lamont's clothing.
   Lamont's smooth brown body was gradually exposed through the shredded
strips of cloth.
   The curves of the black boy's shoulders, biceps, pecs, thighs and
calves, adorned now in just rags, made Lamont look like a runaway slave who
had just been captured.
   Jeremy turned the bronze boy on his side so that he could see Lamont's
firm naked ass cheeks.  He was aroused by healthy glow of the teenager's
dark skin - the boy's firm, solid ass looked perfect for fucking.
   Jeremy held the black teen close to him, feeling the warmth of the boy's
solid muscles.  He squeezed Lamont tightly and felt the teen's thick, dark
cock begin to harden until it felt like a police man's night stick pushing
against the white boy's thighs.
   Jeremy allowed himself to enjoy the sensation of Lamont's thick dark
fuck tool press against him, realizing that this was the same kind of dark
fleshy instrument that had been used to breed slaves in shacks on
plantations long ago.
   In Jeremy's arms Lamont's whole body felt like a tough, solid sexual
organism whose only purpose was to produce cum and babies.  The potent
smell from the black teen's arm pits filled Jeremy's nostrils, suggesting
raw and savage sexual prowess and energy.
   Jeremy took pleasure in getting the boy aroused, feeling the black boy's
body in a state of excitement that only his girlfriend had previously
known. Jeremy harbored satisfaction in knowing that he was somehow invading
the space between the young teenager and his girlfriend; he was moving in
on their privacy and taking full possession over the black male's body.
   Jeremy ran his hands over Lamont's solid curves, feeling his firmness as
if he owned the boy -free to explore Lamont's athletic muscles, arm pits
and ass crack, and feel the boy's smooth soft skin, having full access to
this healthy dark teenager's frame, forcing Lamont into sexual arousal
against his will.
   Jeremy took special satisfaction in knowing there was little this
straight black male could do to stop him from groping his naked body as if
he were Jeremy's personal sex toy.
   Lamont's cock throbbed thick and hard in spite of itself, in spite of
the fact that he despised any person or activity that he thought of as
being "gay".
   The gentle strokes of the white boy's hands over Lamont's thick cock,
and the way Jeremy fondled the black boy's testicles gave the black teen a
raging hard-on.  But the boy found that he wasn't any less aroused as the
way the white teen shoved his hand between his ass cheeks and fondled the
dark hair inside his black ass, treating him like a helpless ghetto pussy.
   Lamont felt offended and humiliated by the gesture, but this feeling of
helplessness and humiliation made the boy's thick dark cock throb even
harder.
   Jeremy pushed his cock against the black boy's buttocks, poking the boy
with his hard white prick.  Lamont knew better than to try to resist the
intrusion.  Jeremy pushed his cock further until it poked inside of the
black boy's hole, opening it so that he could pleasure himself inside the
darker boy's body to his heart's content.
   Lamont bit his lip and grimaced as he felt the pain of Jeremy's cock
invading his ass.
   Jeremy held Lamont by his triceps, fully aware that he was emasculating
this young black male and Lamont would have to take it.  The boyish
toughness of Lamont's manhood contrasted against his involuntary submission
to the white boy's cock in his ass.
   Jeremy poked and pushed in the black boy's ass with his cock, making
Lamont's body jerk as he was mounted by the white teen.
   Lamont's mouth and eyes grew wide as the white boy fucked his ass. 
Lamont's ass felt warm and tight on Jeremy's cock; this was far better, for
Jeremy, than gripping his own cock with his hand and stroking it
vigorously, all alone, as he usually had to do every morning and night.
   Jeremy pushed himself inside of Lamont, and then pulled away from the
darker male's body - pushing in and pulling out, pushing in and pulling
out, using Lamont's ass to give his throbbing cock pleasure.
   Lamont lay passively, taking it.  He surrendered his ass to the white
boy's desires.
   Jeremy enjoyed the thought that although Lamont may be tough and strong,
he couldn't prevent him from mounting his warm brown body and using him in
any way that he wanted.
   He held tightly to the black boy's firm body, feeling the boy's muscles,
admiring his smooth dark skin and smelling the musty odor of the boy's
armpits and genitals - humping inside the black teen's warm, moist ass and
thinking all the time that this was an act of conquest; that he had taken
full possession over the boy and had successfully domesticated his bronze
masculinity.
   Lamont felt something like that too and willingly surrendered his body
to the white teen.  He grunted and sighed, allowing his ass to be used
until Jeremy had enough of it.
   Jeremy was aroused by the soft whiffs of dark hair on the teen's calves
and forearms as he fucked the black boy's ass.  The gentle hairs reminded
Jeremy that although Lamont had testosterone in his balls, he was still
forced to submit to his white cock as if he were nothing but a bitch.
   Jeremy humped harder and harder inside the black boy until Jeremy's
breathing quickened.  A few gasps and his body tensed.  He shot several
spurts of cum inside of the black boy's body - this time in the Lamont's
ass.  Lamont groaned as he felt the warm lubrication of the white boy's
semen inside of him.
   This is the way young males communicate with each other when all their
inhibitions are dropped.
   When Jeremy was finished using the darker boy he slowly withdrew his
cock.  Lamont buried his face between his folded arms, not wanting to face
the white boy, or the world, with the reality that he had allowed himself
to be used in this way - and enjoyed it.
   *****************************
   The Grocery Boy Earns His Pay
   Jerome brought the groceries into the kitchen and laid them down on the
linoleum table top.  He looked around at the tiles that were coming loose
from the kitchen walls.  An old clock with a yellowing face kept track of
the time.  The black hands on the clock moved in jerking motion as if they
couldn't decide between moving forward and staying where they already were.
   When Jerome finally let go of the bag he realized the man was staring at
him.  He seemed to be in some sort of a trance.  His eyes were lost in pop
bottle lens of his glasses.  Jerome felt a chill move down his spine.
   "Okay, so there's yo bags man.  Now, I gotta go - so if we can just get
to the pay...."
   The man seemed to come out of his trance, "Oh yes.  Yes indeed." He
fumbled with his wallet and pulled out a couple of dollar bills.  "Thank
you so much for your efforts." He moved toward the kitchen door as if to
show the boy out.  Jerome just stared at the bills in his hands like they
were dead fish.
   The man's face seemed to register genuine concern for the boy, "Is
something wrong?  Don't you feel well?"
   Jerome eyed the man with disappointment.  He spoke haltingly, as if he
didn't want to push things, but did not also want let things stand as they
were.  "I thought you paid niggas crazy cash to carry your bags for you..."
   The man seemed amused.  I returned to the kitchen where Jerome was still
standing, holding the dollar bills in his outstretched hand.  The man
pulled a glass out of the cupboard and brought out an uncorked bottle of
chilled white wine from the refrigerator.  He filled the glass up with the
wine and began to sip it playful as he eyed the dissatisfied boy.
   "Oh, so would you like more money than that?"
   Jerome shifted uneasily, "Yeah, I was kinda hoping...you know..."
   The man continued to sip his wine.  "But more money means extra service,
you know that, right?"
   Jerome felt himself losing his patient business-like façade.  "What
kinda extra service?  I done brought yo groceries in for you.  I done laid
them on the counter.  You want me to unpack them?  I'll do that too.  I'll
do whatever you want in this here muthafucka in order to get paid."
   The man sipped his white wine, staring at the boy over the top of the
rim of his thick glasses.  He had an amused expression on his face.
   "You're new.  You aren't one of usual boys."
   Jerome had already begun unpacking the man's groceries, "What that
supposed to mean?"
   "Well, my usual black boys know how to make daddy happy."
   Jerome froze in his tracks, torn between being offended and being
puzzled by what more the man wanted from him.  "Oh, I aint got no daddy.  I
aint never seen him - I sho as fuck wouldn't know what it take to make him
happy."
   The white man smiled in amusement at the earnest black boy who had
almost finished unpacking the second bag of groceries.  He carefully set
his half-emptied glass of wine down on kitchen counter and closed in on the
boy.  Jerome stepped back, thinking that maybe the man was trying to reach
one of his cupboards and didn't know how to ask the boy to move out of his
way.  But the man pressed forward, pushing Jerome's body against the wall.
   The man reached out with a fleshy hand and gently brushed it along the
boy's smooth brown face.  "Such a beautiful black boy..."
   Jerome frowned.  He attempted to make his youthful face appear
street-hardened.  The white man looked down and noticed Jerome was wearing
a thin gold necklace with some kind of gang-like pendant at the end of it.
He gently brushed his hand along the boy's soft brown neck and slid it
under the gold chain.  He held the chain delicately between two fingers and
examined the pendant.  Jerome breathed hard.  His chest rose and fell as
the white man pressed up against him, examining his jewelry.
   "You must be some kind of young thug boy, right?"
   Jerome didn't know how to answer the man, but he didn't want to blow his
chances to make some money so he bit his lip and examined the peeling tiles
on the kitchen floor.
   The man rubbed his fingers along the partial length of the chain and
brushed the soft skin of the boy's neck and upper chest.  "I love young
black thug boys - so soft and tender, and yet so strong.  You just want to
be a man, don't you?  And yet you're still a boy..."
   Jerome's breathing got heavy and his heart pounded with anxiety.  What
was this dude's game?  Jerome wondered if he was going to wind up in the
man's ice box divided into severed limbs, like Jeffery Dahmer's victims.
   The man noticed Jerome's determination not to make eye contact.  "Don't
be afraid of me.  I've had lots of hot young black boys before.  I've had
them in all shades and flavors.  I've had reddish cinnamon, copper brown,
dark chocolate, fresh iced tea, cappuccino, sweet brown sugar, dark
molasses, roasted peanut butter brown, toasted golden brown..."
   Jerome tried frantically not to know where this was going.  He tried to
deny the situation he was in.  He looked over the man's shoulder, as if the
man wasn't even there.  Then he looked down at the floor, then back over
the man's shoulder, then at a distant wall.
   But the man continued to press in on the boy and whispered in his ear as
he held Jerome by the waist, "But you're closer to my favorite - a nice
delicious hunk of dark caramel brown, budding unwillingly into manhood -
attempting to grow a mustache on your luscious thick upper lip...So full of
Negro sexual potency."
   Jerome took a deep breath and shifted under the man's weight, attempting
to work his way out of the trap of being caught between the man's body and
the kitchen wall.  "Yo man, I aint into this.  I aint feelin' that faggot
shit, know what I'm sayin.  You just gonna have to keep yo money cause I
gotta jet."
   Jerome was surprised when the man firmly grabbed both of his arms and
pinned them to his side.  The man leaned in on Jerome and rubbed his lips
gently along the curve of the boy's neck, as if to softly kiss it.  But his
whisper was firm and instant.  "I could pay good money to have a black boy
like you for the night.  I'm talking hundreds of dollars - but that's only
if you know how to make me happy.  It's only if you do what you are told to
do without asking questions - don't break the spell for me, okay, boy?"
   Jerome swallowed hard.  He thought about the Playstation he wanted and
watched it fly away on wings in his mind's eye.  He thought about the
diamond earring he wanted to buy, and the designer cap and sneakers.  He
thought about the street fashion sweats he wanted to wear.  Then he looked
at the sweaty-faced fleshy white man breathing heavily down his neck,
almost slobbering on him.  He nodded his head, giving the man his assent.
   The man's eyes lit up.  He embraced the boy with his big heavy arms and
sighed, "Such a sweet, tender sensitive and understanding boy...."
   Jerome just dropped his head and mumbled to himself, "All I'm tryin' to
do is get paid."
   The man pushed himself up against the teenager's body and ran his hands
up and down the boy's sides.
   "You know, now that we understand each other, I always wondered why you
black boys wear your pants so loose that they sag below your ass."
   Jerome tried to squirm away, but the man kept him pinned against the
wall.  The man reached inside the boy's pants and felt his smooth, firm
ass. Jerome felt the man's cock twitch to life beneath his pants as the man
continued to press against him.  "Mmmmmm, nice tender, plump young black
ass..."
   Jerome remained silent and looked at the floor.
   "I'll bet you really know how to use that ass, huh?  You've got those
jungle rhythms in your blood, don't you?"
   The boy shot him an angered look, but when he realized the man caught
his glare he quickly looked away.
   "What's the matter baby?  I know how much you boys like sex where you're
from.  You have it on the stairwells and in the allies, in the hallways -
wherever you can get it, right?"
   Jerome found himself nodding in agreement.  He had to admit the man was
right; still he didn't like the assumptions the man was making.  If the man
realized he was offending the boy he didn't show it.  "You're not my first
tough young nigger.  I know how good you boys are at sex too - even when
you don't want to be because you're afraid of losing your `manhood'.  Don't
you want to share your black jungle rhythms on my nice white cock?  You
move so well...."
   It was all Jerome could do to keep from lashing out.  This man was not
only taking liberties with his body, but insulting him to boot.  But Jerome
knew that if he wanted his Playstation and other things he'd better go
along with the program.  He breathed heavily as the white man held him
close.
   The man was still groping inside of the boy's pants.  He shoved his hand
up the pant leg of the boy's boxer shorts.  He rubbed his finger between
the boy's moist ass cheeks.  Then he pressed his finger inside the boy's
hole and felt around inside of the boy.
   "Yeah, before the night's over that young nigger ass is going to be mine
- you know that, don't you?" Jerome bit his lip and looked down at the
floor in shame as the man began to grind his hardening cock against the
boy's belly while he poked his fingers in and out of the boy's tight ass.
The man grabbed the boy by his t-shirt and sweat shirt and lifted them
both, forcing Jerome to raise his arms, as he stripped his clothes off of
the boy's body.  The man gasped at the boy's beauty.  Jerome's skin was
smooth and a rich, dark caramel color.  His arms were firm with leanly
toned muscles.  His nipples were a slightly darker shade of brown.
   The man leaned in close and breathed on the boy's neck and shoulder,
taking in the healthy smells of this hard-working adolescent grocery
bagger. The man savored the delicate smell of teenage sweat and the clean
smell of the young man's hair - no doubt shampooed that morning.  The man
groaned and wrapped his arms around the boy.  He gently kissed the boy's
budding Adam's apple and shoulder blades.  The boy tried to look away and
pretend he was somewhere else.  The man eased both hands back inside the
boy's loose-fitting jeans and slipped his thumbs on either of the youth's
waistband.  He peeled Jerome's boxer shorts below his ass, and firmly
grabbed each ass cheek with his hands.  The boy looked at the floor and
rolled his eyes.  The man massaged his smooth ass - moaning deeply.
   Jerome felt the white man groping his penis and his testicles.  As
uncomfortable as the notion of a man feeling his private parts made Jerome
feel he couldn't stop himself from getting an erection and enjoying the
sensations he was having.  His penis became hard and throbbed beyond his
control.  He leaked precum on the white man's hairy arms as he continued to
agitate the boy by fondling his nuts and his ass crack.
   Jerome bit his lip and tried to think of all the hot white girls he
wanted to fuck in order to justify his sexual arousal.  Still, there was no
getting around the overbearing presence of this hairy white man having his
way with the boy.  He felt the white man press his mouth against Jerome's
thick lips.  The boy tried to turn away, but all the man needed to do was
gasp, "make me happy," and Jerome was reminded of his sole purpose for
being in the man's home in the first place.  He allowed the man's thick
probing tongue to enter his moist tender mouth.  The man explored the faint
sweet taste of cinnamon from the breath mint the boy had been sucking on
earlier.  The man thought that perhaps this was the natural taste of black
boy who seemed so tropically exotic.
   Jerome felt the white man pushing down on his shoulders.  He resisted
for a moment, not sure of what the man wanted him to do.  Then the man's
pressure on his shoulders became more forceful.  He clearly wanted the boy
to drop to his knees.  Jerome sank to the floor thinking that maybe he was
better off when all the man wanted to do was play with his ass under his
pants.
   As Jerome knelt in front of his white patron, the man undid his pants
and let them drop to the floor.  Jerome found himself facing the man's
pungent jockey shorts, with his hard member making a pup tent inside of
them.  The man rubbed his cock, covered with cotton briefs, over the black
boy's face.  The boy hoped this would be enough to satisfy his tormentor,
but those hopes were quickly dashed.
   The man stood over him leering.  "You ever lick on a man's ass before?"
   Jerome figured the man knew the answer to this question, but somehow
enjoyed watching the boy's anxiety.  Jerome sullenly shook his head "no."
   The man's face broke into a fleshy smile, "Wanna try it?  How about you
be a good little black boy and give it a try?"
   Jerome made a disgusted face and took a deep breath.  He grabbed his own
crotch through his pants for courage.  The white man turned around and
lowered his jockey shorts so that his hairy white ass was waving in the
black teenager's face.
   "Come on boy, bend over here and lick this nice white ass."
   The man's ass was sweaty and smelled as though it hadn't been washed
very thoroughly.  Jerome leaned forward and tentatively licked the man's
ass cheeks.
   "Inside the crack.  Lick inside the ass crack.  I want to feel your
tongue wiping my shit hole clean."
   Jerome stuck his tongue out and licked between the man's hairy white ass
crack, tasting the man's shit.
   "Oh yeah, that's it.  That feels so good.  Lick that ass clean."
   Jerome slurped and licked on the man's shit-stained whole.  He felt the
man grabbing the back of his head, forcing his face between the man's pale
sweaty buns.  Jerome tried to think of being somewhere else.  He tried to
think of how he was going to spend the money he would get from this
degradation.  Meanwhile, his benefactor rubbed his ass all over the black
boy's face.
   It reached a point where Jerome could no longer taste or smell the man's
shit - at least not as badly as when he first started licking the man's
white ass.
   Instead, he began to smell his own salvia, which had been used to clean
the man's asshole.  Just when the boy was getting used to having his face
buried in a man's ass, the man pulled his face out and turned around.  The
man's dick had become soft.  He lifted up his hairy white testicles and
held them over the black boy's mouth.
   "Lick."
   Jerome found himself involuntarily licking under the man's balls,
washing them with his tongue.  The man's testicles tasted of sweat and
crud. Jerome licked the man, hoping this would satisfy him and that he
would soon be free to collect his pay.  The man moaned with pleasure from
feeling the boy's hot wet tongue wash underneath his balls.
   After a few moments of this, he lowered his flaccid cock to the boy's
thick lips.
   "Suck."
   Jerome paused.  He wasn't sure he could continue going through with
this. The man rubbed his cock across the boy's closed thick lips.
   "Come on, boy.  Open those lips for daddy.  I know how well you boys can
suck.  I know how good you boys can be once you get those lips going."
   Jerome took in a deep breath.  He had gone this far; what could he gain
by walking out on the man and risking losing his pay?  Anyway, nobody had
to know about all of this - at least they would never know the details
about how he had been forced to get down on his knees and French kiss the
white man's ass, and now this - to suck on the man's uncircumcised white
cock.
   Jerome opened his mouth.  The man slid his cock between the boy's tender
black lips.  Jerome began to suck on the man's dick.  The man looked down
at the boy with bliss in his eyes.  He gently cradled the boy's head in his
hands as his cock grew harder and harder inside the boy's mouth.
   "Yeah, that's it  black boy.  Take care of my cock."
   Jerome slurped all over the man's throbbing member.  A strand of drool
trickled out of the boy's mouth and remained suspended between the man's
cock and the floor.  Jerome bobbed his head on the man's now fully hardened
cock.  The man pumped his pelvis in the black boy's face, his sweaty white
balls bounced gently against the boy's chin.
   "Oh yeah, I knew you'd be a good cocksucker.  It's natural for you."
   It seemed as though the man really intended for the comment to be
complement.  Somehow it was difficult for Jerome to take it in that way. 
The man continued to grunt and grind his hard white cock in the boy's
mouth. Jerome gagged as he swallowed precum mixed with saliva, but the man
would not let go of the boy's head - nor would he stop pleasuring himself
with the boy's mouth.  The man's voice grew filled with obsessive sexual
aggression.
   "Yeah, you little nigger.  Suck that cock.  Suck it good."
   His thrusts in the boy's mouth were now frantic.  He no longer took his
time with smooth easy strokes - now he was a frenzy of humping and grinding
in the black teenager's mouth.  Jerome swallowed his own saliva to keep his
air passage clear.  The man cock twitched spasmodically.  He released a
thick flow of gushing fluid down the boy's throat.  Jerome's eyes grew wide
as he stared into the sweaty pubes of the man who was fucking his face with
reckless abandon.
   Here he was, down on his knees, sucking this ugly man's cock - a man who
clearly had power over him; a man who could reward or punish him, depending
on how good he had been.  If there was one thing that Jerome had always
learned to respect it was power - and nothing got him more sexually aroused
than the thought of giving power its "props" in the rawest form.
   He watched the man's hairy thighs pumping along the side of his face. 
He smelled the rich, pungent smell of the man's pubic hair as it filled his
nostrils.  He saw that thrust of the man's pale hardened pole as it plowed
the black earth of the boy's lips.  It all seemed so right.  He let himself
submit to the white man's power.  And when the man shot his seed down the
boy's throat, that seemed right too.  This was power.  This was
humiliation.
   The man pumped his load into the black boy's mouth until all Jerome
could taste and smell was the man's thick cum. 
*****************************
   And what do black boys think about when they see their white peers?
   *****************************
   The black boys were totally astounded by what they saw.  They fully
appreciated the sculpted images that surrounded them.
   They were encircled by large white marble images of youthful
Mediterranean manhood at its perfection.  Smooth white marble reproductions
of Michelangelo's "David" and the famous 5th century B.C.  Greek "Discus
Thrower" towered over them.
   The black boys huddled together in awe, eyes wide as saucers, staring at
young white manhood at its perfection.
   the boys were exposed to more samples of European culture to enlighten
them.  The boys walked down hushed halls with collections of paintings and
statues that were either originals or replicas of art produced over the
past 2500 years.
   Large white marble statues towered over the boys.  There was a copy of
the 3rd century B.C.  Greek Olympic wrestlers; two smooth-skinned muscular
bodies grappling with each other in a cross-body ride.  The sculpture shows
muscular arms and legs twisted and contorted in movements that could have
suggested both pleasure and pain.
   There was an A.D.  284 statue of St.  Sebastian, lean, white, muscular
and nearly naked.  His body was shot through with arrows.  He writhed in
pain, but black boys were struck by the impression that the young man was
in ecstasy, since pleasure and pain are so closely related in the sexual
exploits of the ghetto.
   There was a white marble copy of the 3rd century B.C.  Greek statue,
"The Dying Gaul," whose smooth, manly nakedness aroused the boys, despite
his wounds.  They realized that they wanted nothing more than to embrace
this dying hero's firm, muscular body.
   Then there was the marble statue of Hermes, the lean, young,
wing-sandaled messenger god, who was kneeling and looking into the
distance, plotting the route of his next errand; the very essence of
rationality and agile manhood, attributes the black boys longed for in
their own lives.
   Youthful expressions of European heroism were celebrated everywhere in
the hall.  There were white marble images of Poseidon and his seahorse
chariot; Atlas, with the world resting on his broad shoulders; and St. 
Michael who was slaying the devil.  These were all virtuous, selfless
masculine images that the black boys could learn from.
   The boys from Sunnydale began to feel uncomfortable because their
teenage cocks were now firmly erect inside their pants and they were
finding it difficult to walk through the museum.
   By the time the black boys from Sunnydale got back to their dorms they
had a new appreciation for their white roommates.  One of the boys, named
Jamal, coaxed his dark-haired roommate to allow him to give him a blow job,
just so that he could have the taste of a white boy's cum inside his mouth.
The white teen blushed.  He didn't know what had gotten into his Jamal, and
was suspicious at first - black boys, after all, are known for their
pranks. But after constant prodding he stripped off his bathrobe and sat
naked in his chair.  His roommate crawled between his legs and used his
warm, wet mouth to service the white youth.
   Jamal looked up at the boy as he serviced him, Jamal's black face
pressed against the white boy's dark pubic hair.  The teenager's smooth but
masculine body reminded Jamal every bit of the heroic white marble statues
he had been looking at all afternoon.  It felt right for him to have the
boy's warm white cock throbbing in his mouth.
   There they were, two naked teenagers, one sitting in his chair, with an
expression of cool rationality on his face, looking down at the other teen,
a wild, unruly black prankster and trickster, who was crouched at his feet,
sucking, in submission, on the more disciplined boy's cock.  It didn't take
long for the white teen to cum, pumping thick ropes of jism into the darker
boy's mouth.
   *****************************
   The Case of "Leroy"
   Every time Leroy read American history he saw himself as being one of
the slaves that the text talked about.
   Leroy imagined his mom being taken up to the master's quarters after
dark.  All night long, slaves in the servants' quarters below could hear
the master's bed thumping against the floor boards, and the headboard of
the master's bed banging against the wall while Leroy's mom served her
horny master well.
   Leroy saw himself having to obey the orders of his white master.  Sure,
initially those orders were to plow the earth, harvest crops and to gather
rubble from the fields, but eventually his white master learned that a
nigger was useful for more than plowing fields, clearing rubble and
gathering crops.
   The master would order his black boy to come up to his bedroom at night.
He had his nigger slave boy strip naked and stand in front of his bed, in
the candle light, so that he could grope and fondle every part of his young
slave's body.  Soon he had his black slave bend over so that he could
inspect and finger-fuck the young black slave's ass, while the master
beat-off.  Before long he had his black slave boy wrap his thick dark lips
around his white cock and suck him off to the point of orgasm - filling the
slave's mouth with his cum.
   Leroy knew all of this and it made him horny in spite of himself.
   He carried these images around inside of head wherever he went.  He
could be as proud and Afrocentric on campus as he wanted to be, but he
always harbored the images of dropping to his knees and servicing any white
boy who happened to be standing in front of him at any time.
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   The Case of "Lamont"
   Lamont sat in his bedroom, thinking about the way that teenage white
boys seemed to have an angelic quality.  Their smooth white skin connoted
"purity" in his mind.  He even found the variation of skin tone on their
white bodies beautiful, like the contrast between the boy's throbbing red
cock, as it was being trust inside Lamont's mouth, and the pale whiteness
of the boy's hairless chest that rose and fell with increased rapidity as
the boy was nearing orgasm.
   White boys were, to Lamont, noble young squires - right out of the pages
of a medieval fairy tale about heroism, rationality, courage and chivalry.
Their curly golden locks fell over their foreheads and their rosy cheeks
and red lips were full of innocence and life.  He longed to have them lie
on top of him and pump their angelic seed inside of his black body.
   Lamont had read books about American slavery.  He know that black boys
held captive as slaves enjoyed nothing greater than being "forced," by
their teenaged white masters, to suck on their horny plantation cocks and
swallow their cum.  To have the young master's seed slide down the black
boy's throat made the young black boy feel as though he was closer to his
master, as if the very substance of his master's body had now become part
of him.
   *****************************
   The Case of "Jerome"
   White teenage boys his age invariably got the young black hip hopper's
dick hard.  He found himself obsessed with fantasies of submitting to these
boys and allowing them to use him as their own private cum bucket.
   Jerome longed to be close to the very same white boys who were afraid of
him, or respected him for his athletic prowess and his skills in free
styling during hip hop shows.  He spent many hours daydreaming about what
it would be like to have a white boy's cock inside of his mouth and ass. 
Oh, what Jerome would give to be a slave on a plantation in the Old South,
tied to his young master's bed - forced to suck off his master's white cock
early in the morning.  His young white master would use Jerome's black ass
in the evening to work out his teenaged sexual frustrations and experiment
with the mysteries of eroticism and manhood.
   "That's what black bodies are for," Jerome said to himself, "to be white
boys' cum buckets." Jerome loved to read about slave accounts in history
books where grown black slave women were used at will by their white
overseers and masters.  He envisioned hard white cocks invading black
pussies, fucking those black women and filling them with the white man's
sperm.  When he hung out with his white buddies in school and daydreamed of
how they would turn on him and force him to his knees to suck their white
cocks and rape his tight black ass - and then piss all over him.  He wanted
so badly to be raped by a gang of white boys, to smell their bodies as they
fucked his face and took turns plowing into his ass.  As it turns out, this
is most black boys' secret daydream.
   He let his pants sag as he walked down the hall in school.  He acted
cool about it - nonchalant - as if this were the style and established him
as being "hard." But deep down inside he enjoyed the thought of white boys
being able to take a peek at the curves of his ass, under his tight boxer
shorts.  He was aroused by the thought of his black ass being inspected by
white boys for approval.
   One day a white boy would pass him in the hall and call him "Nigger."
The boy spat all over his face.  A glob of the white boy's slime ran down
the side of Jerome's face.  Although Jerome balled up his fists and called
the boy a "white muthafucker," and threatened to kick the boy's ass after
school, Jerome secretly got a hard-on and spent weeks masturbating over the
incident as he replayed the scene in his mind at night while he was lying
alone in his bed.  In his mind he could still taste the white boy's spit.
He could hear the white boy calling him "nigger." Such thoughts drove him
to repeated fits of shame and orgasm.
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   The Case of Jamar and Timothy
   Jamar's eyes swept over the handsome blond boy's body and instantly felt
at peace in the presence of this glowing white angel.  He struggled to
resist the impulse to bow down and lick Timothy's feet thinking, "No
self-respecting nigga should do that." Still, the temptation that gripped
him was powerful.
   Jamar's mind was a swirl of confusion, he knew that he wasn't gay, and
yet he couldn't take his eyes off of Timothy's smooth white body, coated
with sparse fine blond hair on the boy's arms, legs and torso.  Jamar gazed
at the naked boy's body and was embarrassed and annoyed as he felt his
thick black cock getting hard.
   Jamar thought of himself as being a "proud black man," even though he
was still only in high school, so why was his mind filled with thoughts of
his thick dark lips wrapped around Timothy's hard throbbing white cock, as
his mouth closed tightly on the white boy's manhood so that he could feel
and taste the horny teenager inside of him as he sucked the boy off,
affirming his utter loyalty and devotion to him?
   Jamar realized, but didn't want to admit, that he longed to feel
Timothy's cock repeatedly stab the back of his throat in violent passionate
thrusts.  He wanted - he needed - to make himself useful to the white boy
in this way; to have the boy express all of his strong, masculine tensions
and frustrations inside of Jamar by shooting his hot teenage spunk down the
black boy's throat.  Jamar couldn't understand any of these feelings that
suddenly swept over him; all he knew was that he needed to have the white
boy's flesh inside of him.
   Jamar was confused by his insatiable attraction to the boy, but the
thought crossed his mind as he gazed at Timothy's naked torso - his pink
belly button surrounded by fine blond hair - was it so strange that he
should be attracted this boy's smooth white skin since he, even as a young
black boy, had been addicted to the beauty of white girls ever since he got
his first boner?  Was there really such a big difference between being
addicted to a white boy and being addicted to a white girl?
   Timothy ordered Jamar to strip down to his boxers.  Embarrassed because
of his boner, Jamar reluctantly pulled off his clothing until he stood,
nearly naked, like a black Watusi warrior, in front of the white teenager -
his hard black cock made an obvious tent in his underwear.  He tried his
best to fold it up against his body to conceal it, but it was to no avail.
   As Jamar watched the young blond god who stood in front of him, he
fought his deep urge to submit to whatever the white boy wanted from him.
   Timothy ordered the star athlete to get down on his knees in front of
him; he didn't have to tell the black boy twice.  Jamar felt his body grow
weak as he sank to his knees in front of the young white master - Timothy's
throbbing red cock stood at attention, jutting in front of the black boy's
face.
   Jamar remained kneeling at the white boy's feet, as if he were stunned
by the young man's body.  His lips hung open, as if he were in a trance. 
Timothy gently grabbed the black boy by the back of his wooly head and
steered his mouth toward Timothy' throbbing cock.
   Jamar did not resist.  He felt the white boy's swollen cock brush
against his thick, wet lips and allowed the boy to use his lips to massage
the length of his ivory shaft, back and forth, back and forth until it was
coated with Jamar's saliva.
   Timothy gasped with pleasure.
   He grabbed the back of Jamar's head more firmly and pressed the black
boy's face into his crotch so that it was nestled against Timothy's blond
pubes.  The white boy's cock was now firmly embedded deep inside of the
black boy's mouth.  Timothy held on to Jamar's head and resumed his slow,
rhythmic humping motion against the black boy's face.
   Jamar glanced up at the golden haired boy and was surprised as a wave of
comfort and security rushed over him; he felt as if he were sucking an
angel.  But this comfort and security was mixed with fear and shame.  Even
though sucking this white lad off felt so natural and right to Jamar, he
also heard angry black voices in his head, telling him this was the
ultimate act of betrayal.
   He grabbed Timothy's golden thighs and tried to block out the evil
voices and focused on giving the white boy pleasure.
   Timothy looked down at the strong black athlete, submissively on his
knees, and smiled.  Jamar's thick were lips were reverently French kissing
the white boy's cock as he lapped up Timothy's precum and his own saliva
with his tongue.
   Timothy cradled the black boy's head against his crotch and gently
rocked his hips against Jamar's face as Jamar felt the length of the white
boy's hard cock sliding back and forth inside of his mouth.  Timothy gave a
soft grunt with each thrust of his cock inside Jamar's throat while saliva
trickled down the sides of the black boy's mouth and dribbled off of his
chin onto the floor.  All Jamar could see and smell were Timothy's blond
pubes which covered his face.
   This gentle moment between the two boys was not to last.  The passion of
Jamar's thick black lips enveloping Timothy's hard white cock was too much
for the young blond prince.  His body quaked and his cock suddenly erupted
in orgasmic pleasure inside of the black boy's mouth.  Timothy pumped load
after load of hot teenage cum inside of Jamar's unsuspecting mouth, nearly
chocking the boy with thick strands of the horny high-schooler's jism.
   Timothy's pulsating white cock continued to pump thick ropes of
fresh-smelling cum into the black boy's mouth as Jamar gulped all of it
down without even thinking.  The blond white angel was becoming a part of
him.
   Timothy let out a deep sigh and looked down at the black boy who was
still gently bobbing his nappy head on Timothy's hard cock.
   The deed was done.  Timothy slowly extracted his softening cock from
Jamar's mouth and noticed the black teen's lips and chin were smeared with
the gloss of the white boy's jism.
   Jamar looked sheepishly away, trying to avoid eye contact and
acknowledgment of what he had just done.  As he tugged his loose-fitting
clothes back onto his body he seemed to be searching inside of them for his
identity before all of this had happened - searching for his proud
heterosexual "no-homo" identity.
   *****************************
   The Case of Lamont and Jeremy
   Jeremy was naked and straddling Lamont's body - his cock was hovering in
front of black teen's face, threatening it like thick white battering ram,
dripping with pre-cum in anticipation.
   Hard as he fought to deny his feelings, Lamont had to admit to himself
that most teenaged white boys looked like angels from heaven to him, with
long, flowing hair caressing their reddened cheeks and tender tufts of
blond or brunette hair on their arms and legs.  Lamont couldn't take his
mind off of the milky whiteness of Jeremy's smooth body, and he savored the
thought that this white boy's cock would soon be inside of his mouth,
making Lamont a part of him - allowing Lamont to share in Jeremy's angelic
purity.
   Lamont licked Jeremy's ruddy nutt sac, paying homage to the white boy
whose body was now on top of him, surprised that he was enjoying the
thought of subordinating himself to the boy and also enjoying the moans of
appreciation that Jeremy was making as his balls were bathed in Lamont's
warm saliva.
   Lamont was unprepared for how easily he took to the role of servitude to
a white boy.  The thought that he could serve Jeremy and bring him to
ecstasy secretly excited Lamont, so he slowly unzipped his fly and stroked
himself off while he sucked on the white teen's cock.
   The black teenager wrapped his lips around Jeremy's thick reddened prick
and sucked on it, fully enjoying the fact that he was giving the white boy
pleasure.  Jeremy held the black boy's head steady and slowly ground his
cock between the darker boy's lips.
   The white teen gasped with pleasure as he was getting his cock sucked,
this made Lamont suck even harder, thinking that it was a white boy's
privilege to have his cock taken care of in this way - he was entitled to
it.
   Jeremy grabbed Lamont's nappy head and pressed it down against his cock,
burying the black boy's face in his pubes.  Lamont briefly felt as though
he was going to gag - the white boy's cock was too big for him and reached
too far down the black boy's throat.  But then Lamont relaxed and resumed
sucking the white teen's cock.
   Jeremy let out a deep moan.
   Lamont felt the white boy's sperm pumping its way up the shaft.  His gut
instinct was to try to pull his mouth away, as if he didn't want Jeremy to
cum in his mouth - this would allow Lamont to save face.  But Jeremy was
holding the black boy too tightly against his loins.  Lamont couldn't pull
free, besides, he really wanted the white boy to cum inside of him.
   The next thing Lamont knew, Jeremy was pumping wave after wave of thick
warm sperm into the black boy's mouth.  Jeremy's cum tasted salty sweet. 
Lamont felt intense intimacy with Jeremy as the white boy held his face
against his pubes continued pumping his sperm.
   Feeling wave after wave of the Jeremy's cum rising up the shaft of his
cock and exploding in Lamont's mouth seemed to Lamont as though he was
listening to Jeremy's heart beat - intimately connected to the very essence
of the white teen's life.
   After Jeremy shot the last spurt of cum into the black boy's mouth
Lamont felt Jeremy's semen coating his tongue, tasting potent, fresh and
clean.  The black boy felt as though he was being cleansed by tasting and
swallowing the white boy's semen.  Lamont felt there was something healthy
about the taste of the white boy's cum.
   *****************************
   The Case of Randy and Jamal
   Randy stood up in the empty computer lab and faced Jamal.  He slowly
undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.
   Jamal found himself staring at the boy's bulging jockey shorts and his
smooth naked white thighs.  Something about the milky color of the boy's
skin and the fresh smell of his cotton briefs stirred Jamal, but he tried
to ignore it.
   "Let's get down to business," the boy said impatiently.
   Jamal peeled down the boy's briefs, exposing his teenage cock and gentle
tufts of pubic hair.  Already the boy seemed half-aroused, probably at the
very thought of having this black man, who was old enough to be his father,
completely under his control.
   "Okay, suck it," the boy commanded.
   Jamal wrapped his thick black lips around the white boy's cock and began
to suck it.  Randy's cock grew hard in the black man's mouth.  It soon
pushed to the back of the old man's throat.
   Jamal could feel the boy's red hot cock thickening and pulsating in his
mouth, as the man ran his thick tongue up and down the shaft and caressed
the boy's member with his soft puffy dark lips.
   Randy tried to look indifferent, as if this was just a business
transaction, but the janitor's pillowy lips were hard to ignore.  The boy
let out an involuntary sigh, which caught the old man's attention.
   Jamal knew the boy was enjoying this cock sucking.  He wanted to get the
whole thing over with - he wanted this horny, nasty teenage white boy to
cum so they could get on with the task of cleaning up his record in the
school's computers.
   Jamal grabbed a fistful of the boy's pulsating shaft and started working
his pillowy lips up and down the boy's length of the boy's cock like a
bitch in heat.
   Randy looked down at the old nigger bobbing powerlessly on his throbbing
white cock.  He grabbed the man's head and thrust his dick deep inside the
nigger's mouth, fucking the man hard, like the man was a teenage
cheerleader.
   Randy thought about how ashamed the man would be if his wife and kids
could see him now, sucking on his teenage cock.  This thought aroused the
boy even more.  Randy imagined the man's children watching, and how he
would turn to them and say, "See, I got your daddy sucking on my cock; what
do you little bastards think of that?"
   Maybe it would arouse the old man's wife to see her husband sucking on a
real man's cock, as Randy imagined himself to be as he towered over the
helpless black man.
   Randy tried not to enjoy this feeling too much, after all, this was just
business.  He tried to convince himself that this was just an act to
establish his authority over the old Negro.  That's what Randy needed to
believe.
   Jamal swallowed his salvia as he worked his mouth up and down the white
teenager's cock.  The boy's stiff white pole thrust repeatedly down he old
man's throat, raping it like a captive slave.
   Jamal breathed in the clean, healthy smell of the white boy's skin - the
boy's smooth white thighs occasionally brushing against the older black
man's face.  It gave the man a feeling of comfort and serenity, nursing on
the teenager's hard white cock for protection and security.
   The nectar of the boy's pre-cum flowed down the black man's throat. 
Jamal paused to gasp for air.  He licked the white boy's pendulous balls
and the gentle brown pubic hairs on the boy's tender nutt sack.
   Jamal didn't know what came over him.  He looked up at this white boy
like he was some kind of young god of purity and light.  He became aroused
by the flowing dark brown locks of the boy's hair, and the red flush of the
boy's cheeks.
   Jamal felt as though the white boy really did own him now, and that it
was his duty to do all he could to service the boy and bring him to an
orgasm with his mouth, and to let the boy's cum flow down his throat.
   Randy grabbed both sides of the black man's face, placing his hands on
the man's cheeks, and fucked the man's mouth mercilessly.  He forced his
cock down the man's mouth with angry, rapid thrusts, like he was raping a
ghetto ho.
   Jamal gagged on the white boy's cock, as well as his saliva mixed with
the boy's tenderly sweet pre-cum.  He noticed his own black cock had grown
hard inside of his pants.  He couldn't remember the last time he had felt
such a firm erection.
   Saliva drooled down the black man's chin as the white teenager used the
man's mouth for his pleasure.
   It wasn't all submission and humiliation for Jamal; he felt as though he
had power and control in the situation too.
   Jamal knew he was now in control over the young white boy's body - he
was forcing the boy to be aroused - he was forcing the boy to surrender to
the sensation of Jamal's thick black lips rubbing up and down the straight
boy's shaft - and the boy was enjoying it, whether he wanted to admit it or
not.
   This made Jamal's cock even harder.  It throbbed with passion, trying to
break free of the black man's pants and spew its juices all over the floor.
   The young white boy shuttered.  His teenage cock began to shoot its load
down the old man's throat.  Wave after wave of young teenage cum filled the
black man's mouth as this powerful young white master unloaded his body
fluids inside the older man's mouth.
   Jamal shot his load too, inside of his pants.  The sticky moist liquid
felt warm in his boxer shorts.
   Before he realized what he was doing Jamal swallowed the boy's cum,
desperate to make the white boy part of him.  The boy with soft dark hair
and mysterious brown eyes, tender whiffs of bodily hair and smooth white
skin was now circulating inside of the older black man's body.  Jamal was
in ecstasy.
   Randy let out a relieved sigh and let go of the black man's face.  He
slowly backed away from the man, somewhat stunned at how much he enjoyed
having this older man service him.
   Randy wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand and
stared at the man in disbelief, before shaking off his trance, trying to
regain his composure.
   Jamal still tasted the white boy's cum in his mouth and felt the cooling
wet stickiness of his own cum inside of his boxer shorts.
   *****************************
   Sometimes It's a Clothes Fetish
   Clement sported a raging hard-on every time he looked at Jain, and
wanted to go down on his knees and suck the Asian boy's cock.  He found
these impulses disturbing, and dismissed them, because Clement didn't want
to think of himself as being a "faggot."
   One day, when Jain was in the shower, Clement locked the door of their
room and rummaged through the Asian boy's dirty laundry, sniffing the boy's
underwear, savoring the smell of the shit stains on the boy's pants and
imbibing the pungent odor of the boy's arm pits that still lingered on his
discarded t-shirts.
   It was then that Clement came upon a pair of the boy's pajama bottoms.
   He noticed that the area around the opening for the boy's cock was stiff
with heavy white stains.  The stains were cakey and came off in flakes.
   Clement sniffed the stains, which smelled like pineapple.  He licked
them, making them moist with a thick and slimy consistency in his mouth. 
Clement realized that they were dried cum stains that the Asian boy must
have ejaculated during a wet dream or masturbation.
   Clement sucked on the garment some more, sucking all of the cum stains
off of the boy's pajama bottom.  His mouth was now coated with the bronze
Asian's rehydrated cum.  It was as though the Asian had become a part of
him.
   Clement felt a rush of arousal; he unzipped his trousers and started
stroking himself.  He stroked himself nearly to the point of orgasm when he
suddenly heard his roommate fumbling with his keys to unlock the door.
   Clement tossed the boy's pajamas back in the laundry sack and quickly
tried to zip himself up before his roommate entered the room.
   When Jain finally opened the door he looked annoyed, "Why did you lock
the door?  What if I didn't have my keys?"
   Clement was afraid to look the boy in the eyes, folded his arms across
his chest and stared out of the window, "I dunno, I didn't know it was
locked.  I guess I just did it out of habit."
   Jain pulled out a fresh pair of boxer shorts from his drawer and turned
to his laundry sack to discard the old pair he had been wearing.
   He stared at the sack and then turned around and eyed Clement
suspiciously, but Clement refused to look at him.
   After Clement's little "discovery" that afternoon he made it a habit to
visit Jain's laundry sack on almost a daily basis.  Every day he found that
the boy's underclothes carried rich smells from the Asian teenager's body
that drove Clement into a wild frenzy of masturbation.
   He covered his face with the boy's dirty t-shirts and boxer shorts and
beat off, often having several orgasms in a row.  Frequently he hit the
jackpot and discovered the familiar cakes of dried cum on the boy's
underwear and pajama bottoms.  Clement sucked on these, making his mouth
slimy with the boy's revitalized cum and savoring its flavor.
   Just as white boys had come to represent chivalry in Clement's mind,
this Asian boy came to represent deep and mystical sage-like wisdom. 
Clement sought to share in the boy's god-like virtues, and honor him, by
ingesting his dried semen.
   Clement began to stash pieces of Jain's dirty laundry in his bed during
the day so that, at night, when he was convinced his roommate was sound
asleep, he could pull the items out, smother his face in them and jack-off
until he was exhausted and fell asleep.
   The sweaty body odors and cakes of Jain's cum stains enveloped Clement's
face as if Jain himself were lying on top of him.  For Clement, it was the
next best thing to having the young Asian warrior sharing his most intimate
body parts with him.
   *****************************
   The Case of Clement and Kyle
   Kyle tried not to laugh, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."
   Then, in stony serious tone, "Now get down on your knees and get some
practice.  It's going to be three weeks before my next leave when I get to
see my girlfriend.  That's way too long to wait to relieve my balls, dude -
I'm horny right now.  I need a little black cocksucker, and I need him now,
so get to work."
   Clement looked at the white boy sullenly.  The expression on his face
showed he was carefully weighing his options.  Seeing that he had none, he
slowly sank to his knees in front of the white teenager.  Kyle unzipped his
trousers and pulled out his cock.
   He waved his cock in front of the black boy's face.  Clement hesitated.
Kyle grabbed the back of the black boy's head and pushed it toward his
dangling cock, making him kiss it.
   The older teenager's cock instantly started to stiffen once he felt the
black boy's lips on it.  He pushed his stiffening cock into the younger
boy's mouth and gave him a single command, "Suck."
   Clement started sucking.  He slurped up and down the white boy's cock as
he felt it growing harder and harder in his mouth.  The older boy tasted
wild, natural and manly.  Clement hated the white boy for what he was doing
to him, but the thought crossed the younger black boy's mind that sucking
this older white teenager off - the boy who was to become his mentor and
his guide - was something like sucking off a white angel.
   Clement could see the smooth milky white skin of the boy's thighs and
abdomen; there was something bold, confident and heroic about this handsome
young male whose rosy cheeks and the brown locks covering his forehead made
him look like a squire from the Middle Ages.
   There was something pure about him while Clement felt he was on his
knees in the white youth's shadow.  He felt as though he was purging the
darkness of his soul - his belligerence, hard-headedness and aggression by
sucking this white teenager's cock.
   Amid all of his anger, humiliation and embarrassment Clement was alarmed
to discover that his own cock stiffen inside his pants.  His cock got so
hard it felt uncomfortable as it pushed against the fabric of his pants
like a restrained animal trying to break free.
   Clement broke into a sweat.  His mind was a whirl of embarrassment and
confusion, "What is you doin' down there?" He said silently to his cock. 
"Why is you getting' hard like that?  Youse makin' me look bad.  Youse
makin' me look like a faggot."
   Of course nobody else could see Clement's cock stiffen inside of his
pants.  But Clement felt as though the whole world could see it - his
homeboys, his mama, the bitches from his hood - everyone.  He was afraid
that everyone might think he was a fucking cocksucking faggot.
   Clement felt a wave of anxiety wash over him as sucked the white
teenager's cock.  His thick black lips slurped up and down the older boy's
shaft.  Kyle moaned and enjoyed being serviced by the hard-headed black
boy.
   Clement frowned with disgust at the act he was performing; disgust that
was compounded by embarrassment that his cock was telling him he was
secretly enjoying it.
   The older boy's sandy brown pubes brushed across the black boy's face.
Clement got a nose-full of the white teenager's musty manhood.
   Kyle grabbed Clement's head and rammed his cock further down the angry
black boy's throat, nearly choking him.  Clement gagged and accepted the
relentless thrusts of the horny white teenager's cock inside of his mouth.
   Kyle looked down at the boy servicing him and sneered, "Yeah, suck that
cock, nigga."
   For some reason this made Clement suck even harder.  Whether it was out
of anger or arousal - maybe a combination of both - Clement seemed
energized by the white boy's taunts and tightened his lips around the older
boy's cock.
   This only encouraged Kyle.  "Yeah, atta boy.  Suck it, suck it."
   Clement sucked it.  He sucked angrily - defiantly.  He licked up and
down the white boy's shaft as he sucked.
   This sent chills of arousal through the older boy's body.  Kyle shivered
with enjoyment and clutched the black boy's head even tighter as he pumped
his cock in and out of the young delinquent's mouth.
   Clement drooled over his chin and the sides of his face as Kyle's hard
ivory shaft thrust in and out of his mouth like a piston.
   The black boy's woody strained against the tightness of his pants.  It
wasn't really that his pants were tight - like most black boys, Clement
wore his jeans baggy - but the length and thickness of his cock gave him
little room for comfort.
   Kyle fucked the younger boy's face.  His low-hanging, hairy teenaged
balls slapped against the boy's chin.  Kyle tensed and squeezed the younger
boy's head, "Oh, I'm cummin' I'm commin' --- and you better swallow or
it'll be off to the juvie for you."
   Clement sullenly nodded his head letting the older white boy know that
he knew what was expected of him.  Kyle's body froze.  Wave after wave of
thick, warm cum flooded into the black boy's mouth.  Clement's tongue was
completely coated with the white teenager's jism.
   Clement remembered what the boy told him.  He swallowed the boy's cum.
Clement felt the fish-like slime from the white boy's cock ooze down his
throat, becoming a part of him.  Kyle's cock twitched between the black
boy's lips, pumping more jism down the boy's throat.  Clement gulped and
swallowed as each load burst against the roof of his mouth and oozed down
the back of his tongue.
   Kyle gasped and let out a sigh.  He slowly released the black boy's head
and eased his cock out of the boy's mouth.  Strands of the horny teenager's
cum dribbled down the younger boy's chin.
   Kyle tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and zipped himself
up while Clement remained kneeling at the boy's feet, his eyes blurry with
confusion and his own black cock throbbing in need of attention.
   When the older teen waved Clement off, indicating that he was done with
him for the time being, Clement rushed into the boy's room and locked
himself in a toilet stall.  He tore off his trousers and feverishly stroked
himself to orgasm as he relived the white boy's assault on his face that he
had experienced just moments earlier.
   Clement savored the taste of the older white teen's jizz, which was
still fresh in the young black boy's mouth.  Clement shot globs of thick
nigga cum all over the walls of the toilet stall and didn't even bother to
clean it up.
   **********
   Clement and the White Boys
   He learned that swallowing white teenagers' cum made him akin to being
their "blood brother," although they seemed to simply enjoy the sensation
of having the black boy's thick, soft lips wrapped around their hard white
cocks.
   Clement spent a great deal of time on his knees, staring at the pure
milky whiteness of the other boy's thighs and burying his face in their
blond or sandy brown pubes.
   The boys enjoyed using Clement during those long stretches of time when
they had to be away from their girlfriends and couldn't get out of the
reform school on furlough.
   Clement's thick lips and moist tongue were as good as any pussy they
could get on the outside.  It always gave them a sense of pride and
accomplishment to see strands of their thick white cum oozing down the
black boy's chin or the side of his face after they had finished with him.
   Clement grew accustomed to having the taste of the white teenagers' jism
in his mouth.  He savored that taste and beat off to it, reimagining what
it felt like to hold onto the boy's ruddy knees as he steadied himself
while they pounded his face with their stiff ivory cocks.
   Clement felt as though he was making himself useful to young European
squires who would eventually become courageous young knights.  In Clement's
eyes they were like young white gods of virtue.  He saw himself as
providing a vital service for them, easing their teenage sexual
frustrations and the tensions.
   **********
   Testimony of a Black College Freshman
   Late one evening, after an intense workout in the gym, I found myself
unable to take my eyes off of a teenaged boy in shower.  He carefully
soaped every curve of his smooth, muscular body, looking every bit like a
young Greek god as the purity of his white skin glistened in the soapy
water.  My heart leapt as I felt my dark cock rising between my legs.  I
grabbed my towel, to conceal my rising manhood, and rushed from the showers
into the empty locker room.
   I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed by my spontaneous erection in
the shower room.  I waited for a few moments.  Satisfied that there was no
one else around I dried myself off and began to slowly stroke my cock. 
Slowly my cock grew thicker and harder in my fist.  I half-closed my eyes
and enjoyed the sensation.  I pumped my fist mindlessly on my hardened
cock, day dreaming about having that teenager's body lying on top of me,
forcefully pushing his throbbing white manhood between my thighs; using my
dark body to relieve his sexual tensions.
   With eyes half-closed I felt a shadow covering my face.  I jerked my
eyes open and nearly fell off of the wooden bench in embarrassment when I
saw that same white teenager standing in front of me, completely naked,
with smirk on his face.  I swallowed hard and stammered for something to
say, but the words wouldn't come.  The boy, however, also remained silent.
He wordlessly lifted his blood-gorged throbbing red cock and directed it
toward my mouth.  He held it in front of my thick black lips as if it were
a microphone awaiting the words of a speaker.
   I tried to look away, but he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my
face toward his hardened cock.  His throbbing white manhood slid between my
slightly opened lips.  The shaft of his cock rested on my tongue.  I felt a
surge of excitement.  For the first time in my life I had a dude's cock in
my mouth; and it was a white boy's cock at that.  My dick was throbbing
hard; it was straight at attention and slapping my naval.  Streams of
precum slid down the shaft of my excited cock.  The white boy didn't waste
any time waiting for me to catch on and figure out what was expected of me.
He held the back of my head and began a steady thrusting movement in my
mouth.  The smell and taste of his cock in my mouth made my whole body grow
weak and obedient.  His blondish-brown pubes brushed against my eyes and
nose.  His throbbing white cock head hit the back of my throat.  His
low-hanging teenaged testicles gently slapped against my chin.
   He sighed and groaned, thoroughly enjoying the use of my lips and mouth
to massage his needy manhood.  Ashamed and embarrassed I sucked the white
boy's cock.  It seemed so natural.
   "Suck it," the teenager hissed, picking up the speed and forcefulness of
his thrusts.  He tightened his grip on my head and forced his cock deeper
down my throat.  I tasted the white flesh of his throbbing young manhood as
he leaked precum down my throat.  I dutifully bobbed my head on his hard
cock; involuntarily massaging it with my lips and tongue.  He grunted a
wordless reply of satisfaction.
   He thrust deeper and deeper; harder and faster, humping my face.  I took
in the musty smell of his sexuality.  Suddenly aware of the shame and
humiliation of what I was doing I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my
head tighter and forced me to continue servicing his teenaged need.  "Where
you going, nigga?  Suck that big white cock.  Suck it good."
   Although I felt guilty and ashamed I was helpless - unable to disobey
his masculine power.  My own cock continued to throb against my belly and
spurt a steady stream of precum.  Dutifully, obediently, I submitted to the
humiliation of his domination.
   Again he picked up the pace and humped furiously.  "Wrap those big black
lips around my dick and suck it.  You like suckin' that cock, don't cha,
nigga?" I dumbly nodded my head in reply and sucked even harder.  The boy's
firm thighs beat against the sides of my face.  His throbbing cock probed
the depths of my throat.  I nearly choked on his invading manhood.
   I looked up at him.  A soft trail of blondish-brown hair extended from
his pubes to his belly button.  The boy's stomach rose and fell with each
heavy breath of ecstasy.  I was transfixed by the soft boyish hair on his
smooth white skin.  Out of the corners of my eyes I spied his muscular
teenaged forearms and the blue veins in his biceps.  He held my head steady
and fucked my face.  His youthful biceps flexed with every thrust he made
down my helpless and obedient throat.  My thick, moist black lips slid up
and down the shaft of his throbbing white pole.  "Oh yeah, nigga.  Suck
it."
   Once again he grunted with pleasure.  His hairy white testicles slapped
the bottom of my chin.  Suddenly his thick cock twitched and lurched inside
my mouth.  It jerked with a series of short, wild spasms.  Thick, warm,
salty liquid - smelling like bleach - shot in spurts and landed heavily on
my tongue and against the roof of my mouth.  My impulse was to pull away,
but he held my face tightly against his pubes.  I allowed the thick spurts
of his teenaged cum to slide down my throat, making him a part of me.  He
continued to allow his dick to spurt jism down my throat.
   He sighed as he began to relax, "Yeahhhhhhhh."
   Once again a wave of shame rushed over me as I realized how
unapologetically I had allowed that white boy to use me.  He let the last
drops of cum to ooze from his softening cock head onto my tongue.  I
blinked shamefully, waiting for my master to finish his business in my
mouth.  He casually swabbed my mouth with his soft, thick cock, cleaning it
off, and then gently pushed me away.  Thick strands of his teenaged cum
coated my lower lip and chin.  Wordlessly, he covered his softened cock
with his towel and walked away; leaving me with my own raging hard-on, in
desperate need of attention.
   Ashamed, but strangely aroused by the whole ordeal, I began frantically
stroking my cock and relive the experience that I had just been through. 
The taste of the white boy was still inside of my mouth.  The smell of his
pubes filled my nostrils.  In my mind I could see the boy's smooth white
skin and pink nipples towering over me.  I stroked and stroked, harder and
harder until I fired thick spurts of jism all over my dark muscular body.
There was no denying the power that that white teenaged boy had over me.  
  
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