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The Unguarded Moment

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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Leroy didn't know what came over him. It was his freshman year in college, he was pledging a black fraternity and he was proud of his African heritage - yet here he was, down on his knees, sucking his white college roommate's cock.

It began when his roommate, Timothy, caught Leroy by surprise. Timothy was coming into their dorm room, fresh from the shower. Leroy wasn't expecting him. Neither Leroy nor Timothy was prepared for the black boy's reaction. He pulled the towel off of his roommate's body and began sucking the boy's limp white cock. It didn't stay limp for long.

Timothy was amazed, but little did he know (and little did Leroy, himself, realize) that Leroy had been mentally training for this moment his entire life. From his first history class in elementary school, every time Leroy read American history he saw himself as being one of the slaves that the text or movie 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 master well.

Leroy saw himself having to obey the orders of his master. Sure, initially those orders were to plow the earth, harvest crops and to gather rubble from the fields, but eventually Leroy's master learned that a nigger was useful for more than plowing fields, clearing rubble and gathering crops.

Eventually his master ordered the black boy to come up to his bedroom at night. Eventually the master 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. 

Eventually his master 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 with satisfaction of his conquest. Eventually the master had his black slave boy wrap his thick dark lips around the master's thick white cock, and suck his master to the point of orgasm - filling the slave's mouth with his cum. 

Leroy knew all of this. 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 and secret desire of dropping to his knees and servicing any white boy who happened to be standing in front of him.

And Timothy, his young, blond roommate, was now standing in front of him - fresh from his shower, nearly naked, his towel draped over the lower half of his soft white body.

At first Leroy fought the urge to fall down on his knees, before this young white god, and service him. Eventually Leroy gave in. He couldn't resist the urges arising from years of daydreaming any longer.

Leroy felt weak in the knees whenever he was in the presence of a white boy who was nearly naked. His mind flashed back to the images of comic book heroes, like the Phantom, a white man in a mask who took it upon himself to clean up the black African jungle of all its evil influences - single-handedly rounding up all the bad black natives in order to protect the handful of good natives, who later came out of their huts and got down on their knees and worshiped his strong white cock out of gratitude.

Leroy felt as though he was one of those good natives.

Timothy sat on his bed and Leroy knelt in front of the boy. It wasn't really part of the "script," it just sorta "happened" and it seemed to be fitting. 

This black boy - son of Africa - kneeling in front of this blond son of Europe who was sitting on his dorm room bed, now completely naked.

Timothy's cock started to rise as he slipped it into his black roommate's mouth. Leroy's cock rose too, as he realized he was about to fulfill his long-held fantasy.

Timothy grabbed his roommate by the ears and forced his white cock deeper and deeper inside of the black boy's throat - almost to the point of making the boy gag.

Leroy relished the taste of the white boy's cock inside his mouth. It tasted salty and manly - but for Leroy, it wasn't just a matter of sucking another boy's cock, Leroy really wasn't into that. He didn't see himself as being somebody's cocksucker.

Yet as Timothy thrust his throbbing cock down the black boy's throat, and Leroy's eyes gazed on the soft blond hairs on the young white boy's thighs he felt as though his mouth was being invaded by Europe. He, Leroy, was the willing dark receptacle of the invasion.

He closed his eyes, as the white boy humped inside of his mouth; Leroy provided the white boy with a useful service.  As Timothy fucked Leroy's mouth the black boy envisioned vast European Cathedrals, and towering castles, brave knights and their handsome young squires, Rembrandt, Bach, Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Da Vinci...all shoving their big white cocks down his Negroid throat, shooting their cum inside of him.

Leroy was sucking the great white cock of Europe and his roommate, Timothy, was the conduit for his submission.

Leroy's roommate humped in the black boy's mouth because, as a horny teenager, Timothy had needs that had to be taken care of too. There was nothing that could match the feeling of his black roommate's warm thick lips. Masturbation was no match for this sensation, nor were flesh lights, nor were inflatable dolls, nor even were girls' pussies - to the extent that he could have them without getting involved in a complicated "relationship" and having to spend a whole lot of money on them and deal with their volatile emotions.

No, this black boy's lips felt every bit as good as any girl's pussy and the boy's lips came without emotional hassles and costs. 

Timothy fucked his nigger roommate's mouth without mercy. He looked down at the boy, as Leroy bobbed his head on Timothy's thick white rod; he imagined that he was clearing the mud huts out of the black boy's mind.

Timothy shot his load in Leroy's mouth and a wave of freedom filled the black teenager's body. The white boy had released him from his bondage. 

Leroy fired his own load all over the dorm floor.

Timothy collapsed on the bed, exhausted from his orgasm. Leroy savored the taste of the white boy's jism inside his mouth.

Eventually, both boys got ready to go to class. They didn't let this "unexpected moment" prevent them from doing what was expected of them. 

Leroy continued to flirt with "the ladies," whispering Afrocentric nothings in their ears and hanging out with his fellow pledges - his future proud black frat brothers. But from that day on, in the stillness of the night, Leroy looked over at the angelic face of his sleeping roommate under the pale moonlight - wondering what came over him during that one unguarded afternoon, and wondering when the next time would be that it would happen again.
