The Hope of Civilization

This story contains graphic images of homosexuality and racial
humiliation. If any of this offends you then you should search
for something else to read. This story is not intended to be read
by minors.

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I'm just curious; does anybody else out there enjoy watching
black boys undress in the locker room before working out in the
gym?

I like watching as they slowly and awkwardly reveal their lean
brown arms and legs, ashy at the knees and elbows. I like their
smooth dark skin and their bulging triceps and shoulders. I like
their big darting eyes as they self-consciously, but of
necessity, expose themselves while their white school chums look
on.

The black boys' thick juicy lips hang open as they pull down
their boxer shorts. They carefully cover themselves up as they
slip into their sweatpants and gym shorts; still the outline of
their thick, long black cocks swing like heavy pendulums under
their clothing. They cannot conceal their sexual endowment.

I like to imagine what it would be like to watch them fuck their
girlfriends on dirty mattresses in hot sweaty apartment buildings
in the ghetto. I love to imagine them sneaking a little of their
homeboys' booty - always on the "downlow" - and pumping him full
of their negro seed full of potent sperm cells. I like watching
those horny skinny black boys, with those small back packs, as
they walk down city streets with the sway and swagger of urban
Watusi warriors. They are so full of sexual energy that they can
barely contain themselves, although they try very hard to
suppress it. Their thick nigger cocks bulge in their pants and
their underarm sweat gives out the smell of wild negro jungle
passion.

They sneak peeks at innocent white girls out of the corner of
their eyes; white girls who have complete control over them
simply because of the attractiveness and purity of their white
skin. The niggers grab their ghetto crotches and offer them up as
a sacrifice to the white goddess as she walks past them. The boys
sweat with desire and bite their thick lower lips with
anticipation and need to bow down before white flesh and lick the
juices of the white girls' pussies; but first they are going to
have to beg for it.

They must kneel at the white girls' feet and entertain her until
she is satisfied. They tell jokes to make her laugh. They become
young nigger buck slaves for white girls' pleasure; only then
will these girls spread her legs and offer them the sweetness of
their ivory vaginas to the sex-crazed black boy. Only then will
she offer the boy the softness and purity of her white body. The
negro sheds tears of desire for the closeness of white flesh. He
puts on a front of aloofness and indifference toward the girl,
but deep down inside he knows he cannot live without her
attention. In the secrecy of the night he begs for her white
pussy. He begs like a dark-skinned nappy-headed helpless baby;
and she comforts him by pressing his face against her smooth
white breasts. He nurses on her titties.

Then the white girl always him to shove his big black Mandingo
cock inside of her. He pumps violently, ferociously. He grunts
and groans as he fills the white girl with his unconstrained
sexual passion. She rubs his nappy nigger head, like the good
stud boy he has become. He is far better than the black plastic
dildos and other sex toys that she usually plays with. He is a
dark-skinned sex toy of living flesh. The oversexed black boy
slobbers on himself as he enjoys the privileges of mounting the
white beauty. It almost makes up for his role during the day as a
sweaty beast of burden, loading boxes in the stock room of a
grocery store, under the watchful gaze of his white male bosses.

They order him around during the day, making him strip off his
clothes down to his waist to stack and load produce for the
customers. They like to watch the negro sweat, like slaves of
old, as the black boy performs heavy labor. When there is not
enough work to be done in the storage room the managers pull off
their boots and line them up outside their office doors,
expecting them to be shined like a mirror by the end of the
shift.

The black boy knows what he has to do; he dutifully polishes the
white man's boots and breathes in the smell of his bosses' feet.
He makes his bosses' boots shine, securing his position on the
grocery store's "team" of employees for at least another month of
secure employment.

The white man spits and laughs, sometimes pulling off his jockey
shorts - streaked with shit stains - and ordering the young
nigger to wash his shit-stained shorts by hand. The black boy
breathes in the white man's shit smells, and the smell of his
pubic sweat. He bends over the wash basin, scrubbing the white
man's clothes until they are fresh and ready to be worn again.

The grocery store is required, by the mother company, to be a
drug-free environment. This is for the employees' own safety and
to keep insurance rates down, as they must sometimes operate
heavy machinery. It is therefore the unhappy task of the white
managers to order the black boys to piss inside a plastic
container, unannounced, for random drug testing. In order for the
tests to be valid it is the manager's responsibility to make sure
the right nigger pisses in the correct container, so he makes the
black boy pull down his boxer shorts in front of him.

The manager holds the negro's thick black ghetto cock between his
fingers as the nigger pisses into the container. For good measure
the white man strokes the nigger's thick cock and fondles his
heavy horse-hung balls, feeling inside the black boys' ass crack.
The young nigger better not complain if he wants to keep his job.


Then the white man makes him bend over and spread his big bulbous
ass cheeks for a spontaneous booty check, to make sure he isn't
storing any "contraband" in his firm black ass. The white man
probes and probes inside the nigger boy's asshole with his
fingers, searching for illegal drugs. He finger fucks the boy,
making him wince with pain - and he dare not utter a peep of
complaint while he is abusing him.

The white man runs his hands and fingers inside the darkest
crevices of the nigger's body, like Europe invading Africa during
the 19th century, bringing the light of civilization into the
darkest densest jungles. The black boy grunts and groans as the
white man takes control of him, eventually stuffing the boy's
anus with his thick white cock and pumping his white manhood
inside of him. The black boy cries out in pain as the white man
rapes his nigger ass, using his bulbous black ass cheeks for the
one thing they are most useful for: massaging a white man's hard,
throbbing cock.

He shoots his cum inside the nigger, which elevates the black boy
- enabling him to share in the white man's humanity. He's got the
white man's cum inside of him - maybe this will make him smarter;
maybe he will be better behaved now in public. The white man
takes possession over the nigger, pumping wave after wave of
fresh white sperm inside the black boy's benighted negro body.
The black boy moans, sighs, groans - knowing that the white man
is making him his. He's got the white man inside of him. He's
nothing but the white man's nigger cum slut. He must learn to
live with this thought as he makes his daily runs through ghetto
streets in the night. Maybe this is the only hope for
civilization.


  
Hope of Civilization