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Subject: {ASSM} A Black College Junior Learns How to Suck White Cock
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Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 23:10:01 -0400
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This is a work of fiction. It includes homosexual acts and racial
humiliation. Anyone who is offended by such fantasies should find
something else to read. This story is not intended to be read by
minors.

Calvin has my head spinning. I've known him since my undergraduate
days. At that time he was still in high school. His family had just
recently moved into the neighborhood my family had been living in for
the past 25 years. He was pretty visible because he was a black kid
who always assumed leadership roles in school. But I don't think we
even had a hint about what we were both into until we ran into each
other during "Gay Day" at Thrill World amusement park. He was 15 at
the time. I was 25.

We both tried to pass it off by saying, "Oh, I decided to go to the
park today because I like roller coasters and, wouldn't you know it,
those damn homosexuals are having their 'faggot day' here today.
Aren't they nasty and queer? Just look at them!"

So we pulled that act on each other for awhile, but the seed had
already been planted.

When I finally caught him sneaking around the gay cruising area of the
City Park, a few months later, my suspicions were all but confirmed.
He was ashamed when he saw me, so I tried to reassure him. "Lots of
your high school buddies probably have the same 'curiosities' that you
have. They just don't have the courage to explore them like you do."

His face brightened.

I told him that I was strongly attracted to black boys. He came from a
family that was heavily involved in promoting black pride and African
American culture.  He said he doesn't even look at white men.
Nonetheless he rode around in my car while I introduced him to the
aspects of gay life that a teenager could have access to - like the
underaged clubs and some of the hottest public cruising spots.

He rewarded me by showing me a park in his neighborhood where sweaty
black teenagers played basketball under flood lights late into the
nights.  He and I sat in my car stroking our dicks side-by-said,
watching the black boys on the cement court. It was pretty hot having
a horny black 15 year-old beating off in the car seat beside me but I
knew he was off limits for anything more than that.

What he didn't know, but may have suspected, was that after he got out
of the car I would retrieve the sticky wads of tissue soaked with his
cum that he placed in the small plastic trash bag that was hanging on
the inside of the door on his side of car. I covered my face with his
cum, breathing it in, tasting it, and masturbating all over again
until I came a second time.

While we were spending time together I would slip in teasing comments
like, "Yeah, with your thick black lips you should be a natural for
sucking a white man's cock." He'd just laugh it off, call me a
"muthafucka" and threaten to kick my ass.

I told him I wished we lived back in the days of slavery. I told him I
would fuck his smooth black ass as much as I wanted to and nothing
could stop me.

He pouted and said he would be the one who would do all the fucking.
He would never let a "white muthafucka" use him like that.

As he grew older we drifted further and further apart. But one day I
saw him on the campus of the university I was attending. By now I was
in graduate school and he was in his junior year as an undergraduate.
I noticed he was surrounded by starry-eyed black undergraduate males
and females. They seemed to look up to him as if he were a role model.

I found out he was now the head of the Black Student Organization, and
he was popular for his slam poetry. He rapped about how black people
were now standing on their feet and would never go back to crawling on
their knees. He also rhymed about the strength of black manhood and
the beauty of black women. The undergrads soaked it all up.

When I got a chance to talk with him alone it was just like old times.
We talked and laughed, remembering the hours we spent traveling around
the city in my car and those hot summer nights watching his homeboys
playing basketball. I invited him over to my apartment, for old time's
sake, so that we could drink some beer and watch videos.

On the night he was to arrive, I carefully selected a video that would
set just the right mood for what I had in mind. We drank a few glasses
of beer so that we were both loosened up. Then I popped the carefully
selected DVD in the player. The video was a 2006 Bacchus production
titled "White Poles and Black Holes."

I wasn't sure whether or not the theme of white men dominating black
boys would repulse him. My fears were unfounded. We watched scene
after scene of horny white men fucking black boys' faces and ramming
their hard white cocks in their black asses.

Calvin squirmed in his seat with growing discomfort. It was not
discomfort because he didn't like the subject matter of the movie; it
was discomforted because he needed to take care of the hard cock that
was pulsating inside of his pants. He grabbed his cock. He bit his
lip. His eyes were glued to the screen.

I decided to tease him a little bit. "You like watching those black
boys taking that white cock in their ass, huh?"

His reply was barely audible, buried in the shame of newly discovered
forbidden pleasures.

"Yeah, they fuckin' them black boys pretty good."

After awhile I chided him again. "You like the way that black boy's
lips are wrapped around that hard white cock?"

Again, he gave me a sheepish sideways glance. "Yeah, that boy really
suckin' that white man's dick."

Encouraged by his reactions I picked the hottest fuck scene in the
video. I stood up, undid my fly, and let my hard white cock point like
a spear aimed at his mouth.

He gave me a disgusted look, rolled his eyes and turned his head. I
stood my ground, reaching down to help him stroke his cock through his
pants. I felt that hardness of his cock. It pulsated with heat that I
could feel, even under his clothing. His breathing became increasingly
irregular. My cock was still jutting in his face, almost touching his
bottom lip.

Without warning he reached up and slid my cock into his mouth. I
grabbed the back of his nappy head and pushed his face all the way
down on my pubes. I buried my cock in the back of his throat, making
him gag. I slowly, rhythmically, rubbed my dick in and out of his
thick, moist lips.

"Yeah, suck on that white cock, nigga. Make me feel good."

His breathing got heavier. I held his head tight and skull-fucked him.
He slurped and gasped for air. My hairy white balls slapped against
his chin.

"Yeah, that's what you're there for. Suck this white cock."

I pushed harder down his throat. He choked and gagged. My cock
twitched in his mouth. I dropped pre-cum on his tongue.

"Yeah, suck it Nigger."

I pulled my cock out of his mouth and lifted my balls. He didn't seem
to know what to do.

"Stick out your tongue and lick it, Nigger."

I won't lie. It made me horny as fuck watching him obey my commands.
He stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at my balls. Then another
swipe. Then another.

Then I held his chin, forcing his mouth open, and stuffed my cock back
down his throat. I was thrilled seing his thick black lips wrapped
around the shaft of my dick.

I enjoyed the fact that I was taking one of the brightest, proudest,
and most promising young black men and making him lick my hairy white
nut sack. After all these years of his proud black defiance, I was
finally standing over him like a white master on a plantation. I
slapped my hard white cock against his face.

I thought about his young black admirers back on campus, who turn to
him for guidance and leadership. Here I was, behind the scenes, making
that proud young black man lick my dick, balls and ass. He was my
slave.

The pictures on the screen of black men serving white cock put their
stamp on his young impressionable mind. He was both embarrassed and
aroused by the images he was watching. They appealed to him on some
deep primal level.

My dick slid sideways in and out of his mouth. I fucked his nigger
lips like I was fucking a black girl's pussy. I looked down at him. I
could see that he didn't understand why he allowed himself to be
humiliated like this.

He was so aroused that he had entered a state of mind where any white
man could have just walked up to him, undid his pants and stuffed his
thick white penis down his throat.  I could see that he hated himself
for what he was doing, but he also couldn't stop doing it.

I cradled that boy's nappy head in my hands and fucked his mouth with
a fever. My cock started throbbing between the boy's thick lips. I
pumped my dick in his mouth until I couldn't hold back. I shot a thick
glob of cum across his face. I watched as it trickled off of his nose
and ran down his cheeks and chin. I fired off a few more rounds of cum
that hit him square in the center of his black face.

Then I forced my cum-soaked cock into his open mouth so he could clean
it off with his tongue. He looked up with big bright eyes filled with
excitement and shame. Perhaps the shame is what was exciting for him.
The ability to do something forbidden - something that betrayed
everything stood for; both blackness and masculinity.

I pulled up my trousers and let him sit there on the couch with his
cum-soaked face. I didn't even offer him a wash cloth to wipe it off
with.

When I see him on campus with his homeboys I just look at him and
smile. He knows what I'm smiling about, but he doesn't smile back. He
doesn't frown either. He just looks embarrassed. For all of his black
pride, masculine identity rhetoric he can never be sure about the
passions that lurk inside of him. He can never know when they might
resurface, and he'll find himself staring once again at the piss slit
of some man's throbbing white cock. With the right DVD, almost
anything can happen.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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