Message-ID: <52551asstr$1133449801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: g43g2000cwa.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "classic rider" <classicrider14@excite.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1133431921.224922.93430@g43g2000cwa.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 10:12:06 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1.1.4322),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: g43g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=141.151.161.164; posting-account=n27vdg0AAABnfqQpQ4-o8ZpVuEEssfHW X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 1 Dec 2005 02:12:01 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} (revised) A Summer Night at the Movies (mm/oral/humiliation) X-Original-Subject: A Summer Night at the Movies (mm/oral/humiliation) revised Lines: 173 Date: Thu, 01 Dec 2005 10:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52551> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr The following is a work of fiction. There is no reason to assume that any of its characters are minors. This work of fiction is not intended to be read by minors. It includes homosexuality, eroticism and racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to read. It was one of those humid summer nights back in high school. The moon was full and the sky was clear. My buddy, Tyrone, and me were bored out of our skulls but we didn't have much money and neither of us had a car. We decided to walk into town and catch a movie at the cheap theater. The cheap theater had mid-night specials all summer long. They showed old double features, catch-as-catch can. You pay the $2.50 for admission and you don't know what will be up on the screen. Usually there's one action film for the guys and a romance film for the girls. But you can get a monster or science fiction flick also. The double feature that night was Tarzan followed by a film about cops in Los Angles, who were chasing down gangs of thugs - two action flicks. Tarzan was running rough-shod over the black natives in the jungle. The naked savages were trying to plot an insurrection, but Tarzan beat them down. He beat down a whole tribe of bad black natives. The good ones got down on their knees, in appreciation, and thanked him. In the next movie, two white cops busted a gang of young black drug dealers. They cleared out a whole neighborhood of criminal scum and saved the day. I was on the edge of my seat during both movies. I always got aroused when I saw the good guys set the world straight. While the films flickered on the screen I felt my dick getting hard in my pants. I watched white men dominate black men. I peeked out of the corner of my eye and saw Tyrone shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I thought maybe he felt embarrassed seeing his own people getting their butts kicked, but then I noticed his legs were twitching and he had his hands inside his pants, pumping his black cock. He was as much into it as I was, maybe even more so. After the movie we had a long walk home. We took a shortcut through the park. We came to a low flat stone wall and decided to pause to appreciate the moon light. The world around us took on a mystical glow. I was curious about Tyrone's reaction to the movies and really wanted to question him. "Ty, man - I kinda noticed how your dick got hard when you were watching those films. Looked like you were beatin off over there. Those were action films; not romance." Ty laughed but looked embarrassed. "Shit man, I didn't think you noticed in the dark. I couldn't help it. Somethin' about them films, man...." I sat down on the wall. Ty sat beside me. I patted his shoulder, "Don't worry about it. That shit happens. The theater was dark, your dick gets hard...it happens..." Ty shifted uneasily on the cold stones. "But it wasn't just the dark, man - it was somethin' about the film. I can't put a finger on it." The moon made the area around the wall look like something out of a storybook. Everything seemed to give off a cool glow. Tyrone seemed troubled - confused. I wanted to reassure him, "Don't worry, man. It'll come to you. You'll figure it out." The boy couldn't let it go. I watched the glow on his black lips and the curve of his smooth dark face in the moonlight. Ty turned to me, "But it's like - can I ask you something?" "Sure, go right ahead." "C-can I suck your dick, man?" I nearly fell off the wall. Here was my buddy since childhood. We played football together and chased girls. I thought I knew him through and through. I never thought I'd hear those words coming out of his mouth. "Ty, are-are you feeling okay?" His answer came like a waterfall out of his mouth. It was as though a dam had burst open and all the water was rushing into the village. He stumbled over his words in the rush to get them out. "I dunno. It's like those movies tonight made it clear what I always felt deep down inside, but was afraid to express. Watching Tarzan beat those natives and the detectives bust those black thugs. The natives in the movie who got down on their knees to thank their white hero saw the truth - and suddenly I saw the truth too. And I need to get down on my knees give you props by suckin your hard white cock." I didn't know what to say, but Tyrone didn't wait for an answer. He slid off the stone wall and was kneeling on the ground in seconds. He pulled my trousers open and pulled out my cock. He held it for a moment in his dark hand, in the magic glow of the night sky. He whispered to my penis and gently blew his hot breath on it. Then he slipped it between his thick black lips and started to suck me off. I can't lie; that nigger's hot thick lips felt good on my white cock. It didn't take him long to make my dick get hard. I had been turned on by those images in the movies too. I had wanted to see justice prevail and black boys submit to their white master. I had been imagining one of those natives in the movie sucking off Tarzan's great white cock - I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I would be the one who got sucked off by Tyrone. But there he was, crouched between my thighs, working his hot black lips on my dick. I grabbed his nappy head and pushed harder in his mouth. I whispered to the boy, and was shocked by the words that came out of my mouth. "Yeah, that's it - boy. Suck on that white dick, Nigger. Suck your master." Tyrone's head was bobbing furiously up and down. He held my cock at the base and slurped on it for dear life. He was a famished darkie, desperate to have his mouth filled with the gift of whiteness. He slurped and moaned as he bobbed his head on my hard thick cock. Saliva ran off of my dick an on to the stone wall below. I couldn't believe how this little black Sambo was desperately sucking my dick in the moonlight. I gently stroked the side of his smooth dark face while he worked on my cock. So this is what black boys secretly want. This is what they need. This must be the way black males showed respect for their masters' power over them during slavery. The colored boy didn't pause for air. It was as though he couldn't get enough of my white cock. "Suck it, Nigger. Suck it." "Yes master. Yes." The nigger slurped away on my dick. We must have made quite a pair under that full moon; a white boy getting his dick serviced by his black inferior. I held the nigger by his nappy head and thrust my hips into his mouth, making him suck me all the harder. I threw my head back in ecstasy while I fucked the nigger's mouth. "Take my dick, you Black Savage. Take it." The black boy couldn't have been more appreciative. He choked and gasped, "Thank you master, thank you." I couldn't hold back any longer. I started bucking hard in the nigger's mouth. Cum rushed through my dick and exploded on his tongue. "Serve me Black Boy - serve the White Man's Cock." I held the nigger's face tight. I continued to pump cum in the boy's black mouth. He choked and swallowed. More of my cum flooded down his throat. It felt so good that I let out a deep sigh, filling the night air. I held the boy's face in place while my cock uncontrollably pumped the last of its cum down the nigger's throat. The nigger used his lips and tongue to clean off my dick. He did a good job, too. My cock was still stiff, even though my cum had been drained. The nigger held my dick and licked underneath my balls. His hot tongue lapped my teenaged balls over and over. The black boy was worshipping white manhood. I patted him on his wooly head. We were silent as we walked the rest of the way home. We both knew that we had just acknowledged a great secret. We also knew that we had to keep it a secret because most people wouldn't understand. We saw each other often after that night. We played ball, chased girls, listened to music and got stoned. But we never mentioned that incident to each other again. It was too precious. No matter what anyone might say, we knew we had had a moment of truth between us - and nothing would ever change it. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+