Working with Black Boys

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This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It may include acts of violent non-consensual homosexual sex between an adult and a teenager.  It may also contain racial slurs.  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. 

Working with teenage black boys on a job can really be difficult, especially if you’re trying to teach them discipline and self-control. Most of the boys take these jobs because they have to; they get in trouble with the law and finding steady work is part of their probation. You find yourself faced with a group of rowdy black teenagers, who are loud and boisterous. Even though they need the job, in order to stay out of the correctional system, they show off in front of their friends and pride themselves with their “swag.”

One man had enough of it. He knew that if he wanted to get the group of rowdy black boys under control he would have to focus on the ringleader. He singled out the boy and called him into the storage room to do some heavy lifting. It would be one-on-one, the boy and his boss.

The boy hesitated. He didn’t like being alone, away from “posse.” But this was work life. Sometimes you do what you have to do and you don’t ask questions. The boy ran his hands over his thick braided hair, tugged on his trousers that were sliding off of his ass, and headed toward the storage room.

When he got there the man sized the boy up. He glanced up and down the lean muscular body of this smooth brown skinned teenager and knew just what he wanted to do with him.  He’d teach the boy something about manhood. He’d teach the boy about handling a load.

The boxes in the storage room were stacked high, from the floor to the ceiling. They were filled with heavy items, moving each box alone would be a workout, much less a whole room full of them. The man told the boy that the room needed to be cleaned. The floor of the room hadn’t seen daylight for ten years. He needed to have the boy move all of the boxes out of the room, mop the floor, and then move them back in again.

The boy eyed the task he was facing. It never occurred to him that he might have to actually work on this job; he thought that having a job was just about being “paid.” The boy grabbed his crotch in defiance. He was about to tell the man that he could suck on his dick, but his boss had a better idea.

“You can either move this stack of boxes, or you just give me my ‘props’ as your boss and we can call it day.”

The boy was puzzled. Give the man his “props”? What the hell did he mean by that? Yet the black boy was familiar with the law of the jungle. He grew up in the ghetto. He knew that sometimes a man has to submit to another man to show that he respects that man and the power that man has over him. 

Was that what this white man had in mind?

Indeed it was. The man told the teenager to strip off his shirt and kneel down in front of him. If he did this, he wouldn’t have to move all of those boxes. The man told the boy he was about to have a private initiation. The boy knew what this meant. While he pretended to resist, he felt a part of himself being aroused by idea of submitting to an older white man – so long as it would be kept private, between him and boss.

The black boy’s cock twitched inside of his pants as he removed his shirt and accepted the humiliation of kneeling before this man. The man undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. The smell of the man’s pubes and cock wafted into the boy’s face. His initiation was about to begin, which was something black boys very rarely experience in their otherwise unstructured world.

The man pulled out a thick white cock and waved it in the black teenager’s face. Seeing the boy on his knees in front of him was already making the man’s dick hard.

He looked down at the black boy and spat out, “Suck this big white cock.” Then he grabbed the boy by his braided wooly head and stuffed his mouth with thick white fuck meat. The black boy nearly choked.

“Yeah, that’s right. Suck it. Suck it with those big thick lips.”

He thrust his hard cock deep inside the black boy’s throat the length of it filling the boy’s mouth with warm, hard man meat. The black teenager could feel the white man’s cock dancing on his tongue with each thrust of the man’s hips, forcing it further down the boy’s throat.

The boy smelled the man’s pubes, which were rubbing against his face. He tasted the flesh of unwashed white manhood as it slid back and forth across the young dark boy’s tongue.

The man tightened his grasp on the teenager’s head, “Yeah, suck me. Suck me.”

The man’s cock plunged deep inside of the black boy’s face, disappearing inside of the boy. Then his cock re-emerged, slick and shiny with a coat of saliva from the boy’s wet mouth. Then he thrust it in again, not giving the boy time to breathe and recover.

The whites of the black boy’s eyes widened and contrasted against his smooth dark face, as the stiff pole of fuck meat stuck out of the boy’s mouth like a big white cigar.

“Yeah, suck it, boy. Suck it.”

The man’s hairy balls slapped against the boy’s chin. He looked down at the boy. The boy patiently rolled his eyes as he accepted the huge white cock thrusting back in forth inside of his mouth, using it like a wet pussy.

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck that big white cock.”

Saliva dribbled down the boy’s chin as the man kept pumping his cock inside of the boy’s mouth. The man grabbed the boy’s skull and fucked his mouth for all it was worth. The boy cringed and gagged as the man made hard, angry thrusts down his throat.

The hair of the white man’s pubes, and his nutt sack, rubbed all over the black boy’s face, covering the boy with its musty pubic smell. The boy grimaced at being used like this, but he also surrendered himself to the man’s power as he licked the underside of his thick white shaft, as if secretly acknowledging the man’s status.

“Yeah, that’s it boy. Keep doing that.”

Horror flashed across the black boy’s face when he realized what he had done, but it was too late. The white man grabbed the boy’s head tighter and forced his cock deep inside of the boy’s throat, making him gag once more. “I said keep doing that.”

The black boy licked the white man’s shaft with fervor, trying to alleviate the pressure of the man’s cock down his throat. The man eased up, giving the boy more room to breathe. The black boy kept licking his cock in gratitude.

“Oh yeah, atta boy,” the man groaned breathlessly, “that’s the way to do it. Keep doing that. Keep doing that.”

The boy complied, licked up and down the shaft that was firmly lodged inside his mouth; licking up and down the length of the white man’s pole. He felt the warmth of the man’s cock as it throbbed inside of his mouth. He tasted its unwashed potency, and the lightly salty pre-cum that trickled out of the cockhead, onto the boy’s tongue.

The teenager closed his eyes tight, realizing what he had become; what he being was used for – nothing more than a receptacle for a horny white man’s sexual pleasure. 

The man thrust harder in the boy’s mouth. Saliva now covered half of the boy’s face, making a comical wet wring around his thick black lips.

He looked down and once again savored the sight of it; this cocky smooth skinned black boy, half naked and on his knees; the man holding a fistful of the boy’s thick nappy braids, while his hard white rod plowed the boy’s throat. He grunted with each thrust he made in the boy’s mouth. He wanted to preserve that image in his mind forever.

The boy slurped on his cock and the man twitched with arousal at the sight. The boy looked down at the floor. He was unwilling – unable – to return the man’s gaze. He was unable to look at the man who was enjoying his mouth.

The man continued to make the black boy slurp on his cock.

The boy licked the white man’s shaft with his moist tongue – making the man gasp with pleasure. “Oh yeah, boy. That’s it. That’s the way to do it. Oh yeah keep doing that. Keep doing that. Suck on that big white cock.”

His cock twitched in the black boy’s mouth. His hands tightened on the boy’s head as the man’s body began to tremble with pleasure. He pressed the boy’s face closer to the mass of his musty pubes, burying the boy’s black face in it.

“Oh yeah, suck it boy – suck it.”

The boy’s mouth tightened around the white man’s shaft and gripped it like a slippery wet vice. He sucked the man’s cock like a pacifier – accepting his role. He sucked the man’s cock like he needed it – like he needed that big white cock thrust inside his mouth. He took the man’s cock down his throat. He took it.

The man’s body tensed. His grip tightened on the boy’s head. He gasped. “Suck it, nigger. Suck it.”

The boy sucked even harder. The man gasped. The boy made wet slurping sounds on his thick white cock. The man tensed and groaned. The man’s cock felt like a fleshy rock inside the black boy’s mouth, forcing its way – intruding inside of the boy as if it had a right to do so.

The black boy accepted it. The white man grabbed his nappy braided head and fucked his nigger face even harder. The black boy slurped on the white man’s cock like it was candy. He made himself useful.

The man’s body tensed again. 

He trembled. 

Suddenly he exploded inside the black boy’s mouth. 

Thick waves of creamy, salty cum flooded over the teenager’s tongue and oozed down the boy’s throat. 

The man held the teenager’s head tight so that he could not pull away; his face was buried in the matted forest of the man’s pubes. The boy had no choice but to swallow the man’s juice as his cock pumped load after load of fresh cum into his mouth. 

He swallowed it all. Not a drop was wasted. 

The creamy warm “milkshake” from the white man’s cock continued to spurt inside of the boy. The black boy couldn’t stop it. He just obeyed and swallowed as the man held his head and relieved himself of his seed. 

Sweat from the man’s belly and his thighs covered the black teen’s face – bathed it in his smell.

“Oh yeah,” the man gasped. “Take it. Take it all.”

The boy sucked the man’s cock until it was dry; subconsciously rubbing his tongue up and down the underside of his shaft to squeeze out the last drops.

The man’s trembling subsided. He relaxed his grip on the teenager’s head. His breathing became regular again. 

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. He shook his head and looked down at the teenager, kneeling at his groin, and it seemed as though he was seeing the boy for the first time. He shook his head again, as if awakening from a dream.

He grinned triumphantly at the boy. “You did a good job.”

The boy’s face was covered with the sticky mixture of sweat from the man’s body, mingled with saliva and cum juices. The mixture made the black boy’s face shine in spite of itself.

The man pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. He sighed, “I guess my work here is done.” He left the room with the boy still on his knees in the dark; wiping his face and contemplating how he could ever recapture his “swag” with his homeboys after this. 

He slowly pulled himself together to face his new life.
