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Subject: {ASSM} Lessons for a Black College Boy - Revised Version (mm+/humiliation)
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This is a work of fiction. This work is not intended to be read by
minors. None of the characters in it should be assumed to be minors. It
includes force, homosexuality, humiliation and racial slurs. If you are
offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to
read.

Jamal was really in a jam. Here he was, the president of the Black
Students Organization (BSO) on the college campus, and he spent little
time actually studying all semester. Now the term was drawing to a
close and he had five major term papers due - none of which he had
even started on.

He desperately turned to a group of five white boys, whom he knew had
been keeping on top of the assignments. The boys sat in a circle around
Jamal in the executive lounge of the BSO. It was late at night, most of
the other students were either in the library or sleeping in their
dorms.

The white boys sat in a circle around the nervous black student leader,
"Look guys, I'm in a big jam here," he said, "you have to help
me out. If I don't get these papers done by Monday, my ass is going
to back out on the streets next semester."

The boys were surprised to hear that this major force on campus was in
this bad of a jam, "Why didn't you start working on these papers
earlier?" one of them asked.

"We had parties over at the BSO, lots of hot sexy parties."

The white boys nodded their heads and smiled, trying to imagine it.
Only one of them didn't seem amused, his name was Daniel. He tossed
and turned impatiently in his chair.

"Did you have a lot of fine sexy girls," one of the boys asked,
"like the ones they have on BET, waving their black asses in your
faces?"

Jamal's face broke into a wide grin as he was reminded of all the fun
he and his boyz had, "Yeah, yeah. Fo sho."

The white boys chuckled enviously, trying to experience the moment in
their own minds and live vicariously, through Jamal's descriptions.
Daniel rolled his eyes with contempt.

"We were crazy busy all semester," Jamal continued, "we were
negotiating with clothing stores to give discounts to the bruthas;
making arrangements for limousine service to parties; and lining up
DJs...we just didn't have any time to study. We were busy taking care
of all the important things to black people. Now all the bruthas are in
a jam."

The white boys shook their heads in sympathy as they listened to
Jamal's sad tale.

"Besides," the charismatic student leader continued, "the bruthas
really diss you if they catch you actin white by readin' and
writin' and all of that shit."

One of the white boys reached over and patted Jamal on the shoulder
with sympathy, "Yeah man, that must be hard road to travel. Puts you
at a real disadvantage."

Jamal looked up at the boys huddled around him, "Please guys, you
gotta help me out. If I fail these courses it'll be my ass."

Finally Daniel spoke up, "What about the other dudes in your
organization? You want us to help all of you black guys get your work
done?"

Jamal could see his prospects for a deal falling apart, "No, just me.
It won't be too much work. I'm just asking you to help me out. The
others can fend for themselves."

The boys relaxed a little. They seemed to mull this information over.
One of the boys, however, was still skeptical, "I dunno homes, much
as I'd like to sympathize with you I dunno. What's in it for us?"

Jamal was desperate, he clasped his hands together and was almost
pleading with the white boys, "look guys, I'll do anything -
anything you want. Just help me out this jam."

The boys shifted in their chairs and eyed each other, "And what do we
get in return?"

Jamal seemed to be going over a mental inventory of all the resources
at his disposal, "I can offer you money, women - I'll set you up
so you can get some pussy from the black girls in our sororities.
We've got a mad Hip Hop concert coming up in the spring; I can get
you free front row seats and backstage passes."

The white boys' faces' lit up. "hmm, that sounds pretty good."

Daniel, however, still didn't seem to be buying it. "We'll take
all of those things -- $100 for each term paper, three months of black
sorority pussy, front row seats and backstage passes to the Hip Hop
show next spring - and something more..."

Jamal swallowed, "More?" All eyes turned to Daniel. Even the other
white boys couldn't image what more they could ask of the desperate
young black man.

Daniel's face broke into a sly, evil grin, "Yeah, more."

He stood up and slowly unbuckled his belt in the black college
student's face. "I always get annoyed listening to you loud black
boys flapping your lips in the streets. How about you flapping those
big lips right now on my hard white cock."

Everyone in the room gasped. Their eyes popped. Jamal stood up and drew
back as though he was ready to deck the white boy. The other boys
grabbed his arm and held him back. Daniel just smiled in the enraged
black student's face, "The choice is yours - I'm not trying to
force you to do anything. You either suck my white cock or you go back
on the streets."

Jamal looked around the room. His breathing was heavy. His arm was
still cocked and the other white boys were trying to calm him down.
They offered helpful and soothing advice, "It sounds like a good deal
to me. All you have to do is suck a little cock. It doesn't really
mean anything. Nobody has to know about it."

"I'll know about it," Jamal said with heavy indignation. "I
would have to live the rest of my days knowing that I was a black
cocksucker."

Daniel had no patience for diplomacy or trying to reassure the black
student. "That's right, BOY - you'll know about it. You'll
know you sucked the white man's dick and licked the white man's
balls. You'll know you swallowed your black pride along with the
white man's cum. And every time your black ass gets up on the stage
to hear the applause of 'your people' the five of us in this room
will laugh to ourselves, knowing we had their black 'hero' down on
his knees, serving his white master."

Jamal's eyes grew large and he swallowed hard. He looked around at
the young male white faces in the room trying to restrain him. They
were all grinning in excited agreement with what Daniel had just said.
Jamal's anger turned into resignation. He slowly dropped his arms to
his sides. Shame crossed his youthful black face.

Daniel decided to add insult to injury, "You brought this on
yourself. You thought all you had to do when you came to this school
was party - you were 'livin large' - now the bills are coming
due." He reached out and put his hands on Jamal's shoulders,
pushing the boy down on his knees. "Now, be a good Nigger and suck on
the white man's cock."

The other boys hooted as the proud black student sunk to his knees.
Daniel finished unfastening his belt and pulled out his thick white
penis. It was still limp. He waved it in Jamal's face, "Get it
hard, Nigger."

The black boy slowly started licking Daniel's white cock. He licked
up and down the shaft of the boy's dick as if it were vanilla ice
cream. The other boys giggled with aroused laughter. They pulled their
cocks out also, and started stroking them as they enjoyed the show.

Daniel pulled his pants down lower, exposing his hairy balls. "Wash
my balls with your tongue, Sambo."

Jamal slowly started washing the white boy's balls. His thick wet
tongue washed underneath the cruel white boy's hairy sacs. Jamal
tasted the boy's sweaty testicles. He made the white boy's sacs
glisten with saliva from his mouth.

Daniel sighed. "Yeah, that's right - that feels so good." Then
he softly imitated the voice of a carnival barker, "Step right up and
see the proud leader of all the Niggers on campus down on his knees
like a slave boy, washing his master's white balls."

The other boys laughed as Jamal looked pitifully embarrassed. He could
picture the disappointment on the faces of black girls on campus if
they could see him now - on his knees servicing white cock and balls.

Daniel was relentless in his mental torture, "Now, how about wrapping
those nice, thick liver lips around some white fuck meat, boy?"

A tear streamed from one of Jamal's proud black eyes as he wrapped
his lips around the white boy's hard dick. Slowly, the handsome black
boy bobbed his head up and down on the Daniel's cock. Daniel grabbed
the hero of all the black students by his nappy head and pushed his
face down on the throbbing white meat. Daniel thrust his pelvis
forward, depositing pre-cum in Jamal's mouth, and slowly fucked the
black boy's face.

Jamal moaned as Daniel's thick white cock pumped in and out of his
black mouth. The white boy's pubes brushed up against Jamal's face
and he felt the boy's thick white balls slapping his chin. The deep
musky smell of masculinity and fertile pubic hair filled the black
boy's nostrils. Against his will, and beyond all understanding Jamal
felt his black dick get hard inside of his pants as he helplessly
sucked the white boy's cock.

Daniel pushed down hard on the back of Jamal's head. "Suck white
cock, Nigger. Suck me off good." Jamal found himself slurping on the
white boy's hard cock. He was comforted by the boy's hairy white
thighs as they slapped against his face. He took as much of the white
boy's meat down his throat as he could hold without choking. He
flicked his tongue on the boy's dick head, and ran it around edge of
the crown.

Jamal's black face was buried in the white boy's crotch while all
the other boys stood around stroking their cocks and enjoying the show.
Daniel held Jamal's head steady and grinded in the boy's face as if
he were fucking a juicy Nigger pussy. Jamal eagerly sucked the white
boy's cock and submitted to boy's superior power and his white
manhood.

Jamal moaned pathetically as the hard white cock pumped in and out,
reaching the back of his throat. He found himself holding onto the
white boy's hairy thighs. Jamal felt fortunate to be able to share
this intimacy with white superiority. His own black cock started
leaking pre-cum as he felt the white boy thrusting hard down his ghetto
throat.

Jamal French-kissed the white boy's thick fuck meat in gratitude and
appreciation that Daniel and the other boys would keep him from being
suspended. Thick slime oozed from Daniel's hard cock onto Jamal's
tongue. The black boy's mouth was coated with pre-cum from the boy
who would save him.

Daniel told the black boy to look up. When Jamal looked into the eyes
of his master, the white boy drew a hawker from the back of his throat
and spat in the boy's black face. Jamal licked some of the saliva as
it ran down his cheek. He swallowed the white boy's saliva, happy to
have it inside of him.

The other boys in the room were loving this. They stroked their cocks
vigorously, eagerly looking forward to their own turns. Jamal turned
his attention to his master's white balls. Once again he bathed them
in the warmth and wetness of his thick Nigger lips and his hot red
tongue. The white boy moaned and spurted streams of pre-cum on the
black boy's face.

Daniel suddenly got a crazed look in his eyes. He bit his lip and
grunted to his buddies, "This Nigger's gonna earn his keep -
he's gonna serve me." Upon hearing this Jamal spontaneously blurted
out, "Yes master, I sho will." The white boys laughed. A look of
shame and shock crossed Jamal's face.  He returned to servicing
Daniel's balls.

Daniel grabbed Jamal by his ears and forced his thick white cock back
down the Nigger's throat. The white boy pumped furiously in Jamal's
mouth. Jamal choked and gagged, trying to keep up with the thrusting
cock. Daniel became frantic and fucked the Nigger's mouth as if he
were raping it. Both boys grunted uncontrollably.

Jamal felt his white superior's dick twitching on his tongue. Daniel
let out a loud sigh. A flood of thick warm liquid shot into the black
boy's mouth, filling it with the taste of fresh sea food. Jamal felt
his own black cock involuntarily ejaculating into his boxer shorts. He
savored the taste of the white boy's cum.

There was more to come. Both boys pumped wave after wave of college
jism - Jamal into his boxer shorts and Daniel directly into the
Nigger's hot mouth. They moaned as the masculine juices rushed out of
their bodies.

Jamal swallowed as much of his white master's cum as he could, but it
was thick and some of it trickled out of the sides of his mouth and
down his chin. The white boys standing in a circle around this
spectacle could not hold back. They fired their cum all over Jamal's
black face, his head, his FUBU clothing and his Timberland boots. Jamal
couldn't be happier; he was soaked with white boy cum from head to
toe.

The boys each took turns cleaning off their dicks in the young proud
Negro leader's mouth. When they finished, they had Jamal graciously
kiss each of their feet. While he was bent over, kissing the white
boys' feet, they pulled on his low-rider pants and inspected his
smooth black ass. He was totally submissive to them.

Jamal had become a thoroughly humiliated jiggaboo coon. They left the
coon in the center of the BSO lounge on his hands and knees, sobbing
out of shame of his lost pride. He also sobbed out of desire for his
young white masters' cum and fuck meat.

Before the boys left, they promised Jamal that they would return for
more. Jamal was beside himself in anxiety - he knew he needed a bath,
but he didn't want to wash the smell of the white boys' jizz off of
his body. He let it soak into his black skin.

He crawled up to a window and, on his knees, stared at a small group of
noisy black college students having a good time in the streets below.
He rested his head on the window sill and dreamt of his virgin black
ass being helplessly violated by his masters' powerful white manhood.
He zipped down his pants and slowly stroked his hardening black cock as
he softly cried.

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