Message-ID: <52561asstr$1133691002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "classic rider" <classicrider14@excite.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1133662265.453067.273290@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 02:11:10 +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: o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com; posting-host=68.162.184.114; posting-account=n27vdg0AAABnfqQpQ4-o8ZpVuEEssfHW X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 3 Dec 2005 18:11:05 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Lessons for a Black College Boy - Revised Version (mm+/humiliation) Lines: 288 Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 05:10:02 -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/Year2005/52561> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge 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. 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