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The Mask

The following story is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment purposes only. It is not intended for minors. It includes descriptions of sexual activity between two teenaged boys and racial humiliation. Anyone who might be offended by this type of story should find something else to read.

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For as long as Jerome could remember, Jerome was a fast-talking hip hop artist. He took pride in his street mug and intimidating white boys in the hallway at school. He was proud of being the type of "angry young black man" that nobody would dare "mess with". He also took pride in the gaggle of white girls who followed him everywhere, wanting to experience some of the forbidden "adventure" of a black boy's "jungle cock".

Yet when he went home at night, in the privacy of his bedroom, it was another type of white flesh that he really craved. 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. 

One day Mike, one of Jerome's white buddies, invited him to the basement of his home. They talked for awhile, got slightly drunk and watched porn flicks. Now Mike was not your "typical" white boy. Mike grew up in the city and he understood how most black boy's think. He wasn't really afraid of Jerome, or intimidated by him. He wasn't fooled by the black boy's façade; he could see through the "front" that Jerome and his black buddies always used on order to put other people on the defensive.

Well, Mike invited Jerome to his basement to have a few beers and watch porn and the next thing you know the two boys were in their boxer shorts, pretending to be professional wrestlers. Mike was pretty good. He got on top of Jerome, establishing supremacy over the boy, and pinned him down quickly. Maybe it was because Jerome had too much to drink. As the white boy lay on top of Jerome the boy's cock began to swell. It got harder and harder until it escaped the boy's boxer shorts and rubbed against Jerome's black body.

Mike's face reddened. Both boys were too embarrassed to say anything and too drunk to really care. It didn't take long for Jerome's black cock to get just as hard and rub submissively and receptively against the white boy's throbbing manhood. Both boys thought to themselves, "This is some gay shit," and hesitated, but the feeling was just too damn good. The boys continued to rub up against each other, the white boy holding the black boy's shoulders down and humping between the boy's thighs. Jerome felt like a slave being raped by his master. 

Mike arched up on his elbows, thrusting his raging red cock in the black boy's face. "Eat it," the white boy hissed. When Jerome hesitated, Mike grabbed him by the back of his nappy head and forced his cock between Jerome's thick lips. "I said, `eat it,' boy."

Jerome felt the white boy's cock filling his mouth. Mike held him by his ears and thrust is cock in the black boy's mouth over and over again. The white boy moaned from the pleasure of having the boy's thick black lips wrapped around his throbbing manhood. He began alternating between slow grinding motions, rubbing his pubes in Jerome's face, and making quick hard thrusts deep down the black boy's throat. Jerome gagged as the white boy mercilessly invaded his mouth with his cock. 

He tasted the salty and lightly sweet nectar of the white boy's pre-cum and it oozed on Jerome's tongue. "Suck that cock for me," the boy hissed, "Nigger lip it." Saliva oozed from the sides of Jerome's mouth as the white boy's cock pummeled his face. Just when it seemed that Mike was about to blow he yanked his cock out of the black boy's mouth and pulled himself up to a squatting position.

"Turn over," the boy demanded.

Jerome rolled on his belly. The white boy yanked Jerome's boxer shorts down, revealing the boy's firm bubble butt black ass. "Oh yeah," the white boy hissed, "You're really gonna get it now."

He rammed his cock inside of Jerome's tight ass. The black boy let out a sharp cry of pain. He scrunched his face in agony. Mike didn't care. He thrust his cock in the Jerome's ass again and again. "Take my cock, nigger," Mike said scowling. Jerome's eyes grew wide. A small diamond stud reflected light and glistened against the boy's brown earlobe. His thick moist lips hung in an open pout. Mike continued to hump inside the boy's black ass. The mattress squeaked under the thrusts of the boy's attack. The white boy's face looked tense with anger and aggression. It was as though something had snapped inside of him and all of his pent up feelings were rushing out. Jerome propped his body up on his elbows while the white boy tore into his ass - making the black boy groan painfully; a look of shock covered his dark face.

"Take that white cock you fuckin' nigger. You aren't so proud now, huh?"

The black boy's body bobbed up and down as the white boy used him mercilessly. Jerome's cock was rock hard against his belly. He closed his eyes and bit his lip while the white boy fucked him without apology. 

Jerome felt the boy grow tense. The white boy let out a deep groan. Thick, warm cum filled Jerome's ass. Jerome's own cock exploded with orgasmic pleasure, creating a pool of cum under the boy's belly. The white boy collapsed on top of him, his hair a stringy, sweaty mob on the side of Jerome's face. The white boy drooled on Jerome's cheek as his cock continued to leak cum into the boy's black ass. Both boys lay on the bed breathing heavily.

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The next day, when Jerome swaggered down the halls, flirting with the ladies and giving dudes his tough-guy mug, he ducked his head in embarrassment when Mike walked by and looked him in the eye. Both boys nodded with a silent understanding, and the white boy was on his way. Jerome tugged on his sagging pants and smiled at one of girls, hoping that nobody could see through his "mask."
