
Working with Black Boys VI

This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It may include sexual acts between teenagers.  If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.

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

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“I love watching those thick black lips work my hard cock,” Andy’s freckled face beamed down at Jerome, his chipped front tooth seemed to punctuate the mischievous comment. Jerome glared up at him, giving the prankish white boy a look of warning.

He couldn’t get angry with him though, it was a typical “Andy” remark – the boy always said whatever came to head, and what came to his head this time was how arousing it was to watch this cocky, smart-mouthed black boy on his knees sucking his cock.

The hostile glare that Jerome shot him only encouraged Andy. He beamed at Jerome again, devilishly – brown freckles dancing across his face. “You know you like it,” he added, as if trying to see just how far he could push the black boy.

Apparently he could push him much further than most people would have expected.  

Andy tossed back his head, forcing the large rust-colored curly locks covering his forehead to part so that he could get a better view of Jerome working on his cock. The black boy’s face was buried in the white teenager’s pubes – the funky, musty smell of the curly red pubic hair that adorned the white boy’s cock filled Jerome’s wide, flaring nostrils.

Jerome was not in the habit of finding pleasure in subordinating himself to another male – giving the male pleasure at Jerome’s own expense. Jerome thought of himself as being a taker, not a giver. He’s the one who should conquer “bitches”, male or female, and have them “fiending” for his body, but not this time.

 This time he had to admit, at least to himself – while he was down on his knees with his face buried between a white boy’s ruddy knees and thighs – that the taste of a white boy’s cock in his mouth was actually very comforting.

Andy was now pushing on the back of Jerome’s head, thrusting his teenage manhood in and out of the urban black youth’s mouth, forcing the youth to taste more and more of Andy.  

Although Andy had a punkish sense of humor, there was nothing punkish or funny about the size of his cock. It throbbed to its full thickness and filled Jerome’s mouth.

Andy clutched the black boy’s skull and skull-fucked him furiously – getting full use out of those thick black lips he had commented on earlier. Jerome slobbered all over himself as he serviced the horny, red-haired white teenager.

Jerome happened to gaze up at his mischievous tormentor. Andy’s head was tossed back, his eyes rolled up into his head and he was biting his lower lip. 

The pillowy softness of the black boy’s lips worked wonders on the white teenager’s cock. That’s what friends are for.

But this wasn’t like Jerome. Jerome was entirely into chasing “bitches” and having them, as he often said, “Swing on my nuts,” but this afternoon he found himself completely at the service of this horny impish white boy. He felt compelled to do whatever the white boy commanded him to do – so long as it was “on the down-low”; out of sight of his “angry black bitches” and his thuggish “homeboys”.

Jerome wanted to deny what Andy was saying, about his really wanting it, but when he looked up at the coin-sized red nipples on the boy’s smooth heaving chest he knew that Andy, like other white boys Jerome spied on in the locker room after gym class, had bodies that seemed pure and beautiful. Jerome had to make them a part of him.

The thought crossed Jerome’s mind, much as he fought to suppress it, that maybe if he swallowed a white boy’s jism he could become pure and beautiful too, like one of them. And that’s why he agreed to spend this afternoon servicing Andy.

It was a foolish thought, Jerome tried to tell himself, but it was a thought he couldn’t get rid of every time he sat close to them in the locker room and they revealed their naked bodies, their smooth ivory-colored chests and their firm statuesque arms and legs – and as he gazed into their lush red lips and the cool pools of their blue eyes.

The black boy stroked himself frantically as these thoughts and images flowed through his mind while he serviced the cock of the white boy who sat, looking every bit like a young prince on his throne, in front of him.

What else was the mouth of a young black teenager good for? This question had been echoing in his mind for several months now. 

Jerome realized that there was no part of a white boy’s body that would be too nasty for him. He recalled how a mean-spirited boy once managed to get on top of him and sat on his face while they were wrestling in gym class. The boy made sure the gym teacher and the other students were preoccupied and he took advantage of the opportunity to surreptitiously lower his gym trunks and rub his raw, shit-stained butt hole all over Jerome’s black face. He looked down and scowled at the black boy whose face was under his ass, “This is all you are good for.”

It was horrible and insulting to Jerome but the black boy suffered the torment and indignity of the act in uncharacteristic silence, stealing a few sloppy wet licks of the white boy’s ass, tasting the boy’s butt juices while simmering from the injustice of it all. 

In no time Jerome was sporting a raging hard-on that he tried to conceal by folding it flat against his body using the elastic band of his gym shorts to secure it in place. He dramatically accused the white boy of “racism” and stormed off to the locker room to wash up and cleanse himself of the “indignation”.

Once he reached the locker room, however, he lay back on the hard wooden bench and savored the smell of the white boy’s ass on his face, and the smell of all the other white teenagers whose sweaty discarded t-shirts and underwear filled the musty room with their youthful masculine odor.  

He breathed in the smell of their sweaty arm pits and the unwashed crotches of their jockey shorts. He wished he could be free enough to walk up to them and beg to let him lick the soles of their feet. 

Secretly, passionately, he jerked himself to orgasm – shooting ropes of white cum all over his dark body.

Now, here was – kneeling in front of this prankish red-haired white boy, sucking his cock and licking the red pubes on the boy’s balls, paying the boy homage for being so godlike, towering over him. 

Andy stuffed Jerome’s face with his thick white cock and began rocking his hips violently in the black boy’s mouth, holding the boy’s head steady with his hands.

Jerome felt the slime of his slobber drooling down his chin as the white boy worked his mouth with carefree abandon. As far as Andy was concerned this black boy’s warm, moist mouth was to be used and discarded like tissue paper.

Andy gasped and his body tensed. He held Jerome’s head tight and pressed his face on his cock, not giving the boy a chance to pull away. 

Jerome felt the pulsating sensations of the boy’s cock in his mouth. 

He felt the white boy’s semen pumping its way up the shaft in spurts. 

Then he tasted the explosion of thick, hot white cum juices in his mouth. 

Andy gasped again and for the first time in his life Jerome felt as though he was finally doing something useful.

The white boy’s cum tasted sweet and clean to Jerome, but the shameful thought crossed his mind that all the young black girls who were hanging on his crotch would be horrified if they could see him now, on his knees at this punkish white boy’s feet, his mouth filled with the white boy’s semen as it saturated his tongue and oozed down his throat, making the angelic boy a part of him. 

But what did black girls know, anyway, about the rites of passage and the intimate needs of “their” men?

Still, Jerome was embarrassed as he felt the white boy’s cum trickling down the side of his swarthy face, marking the darker boy for ownership.

Andy released the boy’s head, allowing Jerome to breathe once more. Andy’s impish grin returned as he looked down at the cum-stained mug of the vanquished black boy. 

“For such a slick ladies man you sure know how to suck a good cock,” the white boy teased.

Jerome shot Andy another hostile look before returning his gaze to the boy’s angelic thighs spread wide in front of him, and the white boy’s softening manhood that Jerome just finished servicing.  Jerome stared at the boy’s rosy cock which now dangled between his legs beneath the flaming red plume of his pubic hair.

Whatever guilt the black boy thought he should be feeling over submitting to serve this horny white teenager the one thing he knew for sure was that he wanted to do it all over again.
