
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, Andys 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 couldnt 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 boys face was buried in the white teenagers pubes  the funky, musty smell of the curly red pubic hair that adorned the white boys cock filled Jeromes wide, flaring nostrils.

Jerome was not in the habit of finding pleasure in subordinating himself to another male  giving the male pleasure at Jeromes own expense. Jerome thought of himself as being a taker, not a giver. Hes 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 boys ruddy knees and thighs  that the taste of a white boys cock in his mouth was actually very comforting.

Andy was now pushing on the back of Jeromes head, thrusting his teenage manhood in and out of the urban black youths 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 Jeromes mouth.

Andy clutched the black boys 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. Andys head was tossed back, his eyes rolled up into his head and he was biting his lower lip. 

The pillowy softness of the black boys lips worked wonders on the white teenagers cock. Thats what friends are for.

But this wasnt 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 boys 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 Jeromes mind, much as he fought to suppress it, that maybe if he swallowed a white boys jism he could become pure and beautiful too, like one of them. And thats 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 couldnt 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 boys 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 Jeromes 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 boys ass, tasting the boys 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 boys 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 boys balls, paying the boy homage for being so godlike, towering over him. 

Andy stuffed Jeromes face with his thick white cock and began rocking his hips violently in the black boys mouth, holding the boys 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 boys warm, moist mouth was to be used and discarded like tissue paper.

Andy gasped and his body tensed. He held Jeromes 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 boys cock in his mouth. 

He felt the white boys 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 boys 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 boys feet, his mouth filled with the white boys 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 boys cum trickling down the side of his swarthy face, marking the darker boy for ownership.

Andy released the boys head, allowing Jerome to breathe once more. Andys 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 boys angelic thighs spread wide in front of him, and the white boys softening manhood that Jerome just finished servicing.  Jerome stared at the boys 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.
