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Subject: {ASSM} (revised) A Summer Night at the Movies (mm/oral/humiliation) 
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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.

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