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Subject: {ASSM} Daydreaming On a Lazy Afternoon (mm/Mm/humiliation)
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Daydreaming on a Lazy Afternoon

The following is a work of fiction that is not intended to be read by
minors. Be forewarned that if you are offended by explicit sexuality,
homosexual acts involving high school students, and racial humiliation
you should search for something else to read.

I have always liked big, bold, black nigger boys with nappy hair and
long, thick cocks. When I was a teenager I used to daydream all the
time about teenaged black shoeshine boys, looking like little naked
lawn jockeys, down on their dark ashy knees, with their nappy
pickeninny heads bobbing up and down on fat middle-aged white man's
cock. I don't know why I always had these daydreams, but the white man
would be sitting down, with his hands on his hips, while the young
nigger boys serviced them with their thick lips and wet mouths.

I think this was about the time when I started equating black skin
with erotica.

I used to sneak off to the boy's room - aroused by these daydreams -
to beat my horny cock and relieve the sexual tensions. One day I crept
into the boy's room and it appeared to be empty, all except for the
last stall at the very end of the row of toilets. I heard the
distinctive voice of a black boy, half-whispering and half-grunting,
"Oh yeah, Massa - make me suck that big white cock for you!" The boy
kept saying this over and over again amid desperate grunting and
panting.

I crept down to the last stall and peaked through the crack between
the door and the wall. Sitting alone on the toilet, with his eyes
closed and his head tossed back against the wall, his legs spread and
his ashy knees wobbling in and out, as he masturbated himself in a
frenzy was one of the toughest, straightest, most intimidating black
boys in our school. I couldn't believe my eyes - or my ears! He must
have been having the same fantasies that I always had, but I didn't
dare disturb him. I just watched him jacking off until he shot his
load all over his belly. The thick pool of cum dripped onto the floor
as he tried to wipe himself off.

I always loved gym class. I've always loved the smell of nigger funk
under the black boys' arms - especially when they came into the locker
room after playing a hard game of basketball with their homies. The
boys' locker room smelled of used sweat socks, perspiration soaked
undershirts and musty boxer shorts. The smell of so many young nigger
bodies in one poorly ventilated room was intoxicating and nearly made
me swoon.

I'd watch the boys awkwardly try to cover their big nigger cocks, but
their cocks were always too thick and too long to stay in their boxer
shorts as the boys tried to slip their shorts on quickly after taking
a shower. Embarrassed black boys found themselves in a constant war
with their bodily members that seemed determined to peek through the
slits in their shorts or work their way under the boys' pant legs. It
was hilarious watching the boys pull up their trousers and being
surprised when their nigger cocks flopped out over their zippers.

I love that funky nigger smell in the boys' locker room. It is the
same smell given off by dark slaves on the plantation 150 years ago,
when the white master separated the men from the women and the boys
from the girls. He herded all of the males together into tight slave
quarters and stripped the niggers naked, revealing their muscular
bodies and smooth dark skin. The master played with their hairy jungle
nuts, weighing them in his hands and stroking their big, black nigger
cocks. He stroked the niggers just enough to get them hard and to make
them breathe heavily, longing for white pussy while being forced to
submit to being groped by white men. The master rubbed his white hands
and fingers under the nigger's balls; he felt inside the nigger's dark
and sweaty ass crack. He finger-fucked the nigger from behind - making
him involuntarily thrust his pelvis forward with every thrust of the
white man's fingers inside his tight shit hole, manually raping him.

He finger-fucked the nigger's anus just as he fingered the black man's
woman - pushing his fingers in her vagina during a routine inspection;
probing inside of her with his fingers like a thick white penis that
would make her pregnant. She sighed and moaned while she was being
violated. Involuntarily she started to cum while her master violated
her body, stimulating her passions for his own amusement. Her young
black lover stood helpless while the master probed his woman's pussy.
To his shame and embarrassment he felt his own cock getting hard in
his raggedy pants as he watched his woman's humiliation.

Sometimes the master would make two lean black boys strip and fondle
one another while the master raped the black boys' girlfriends in
front of them. The lean and muscular young slaves would fondle each
other's bodies and pant with passion while their nigger women's
pussies were being violated. The white man shot his cum inside the
nigress' vagina accompanied by the panting and sighing of her young
boyfriend who was being forced to make passionate love to his homeboy,
who was closer to him than his own brother.

I also love it when a nigger slave crawls on top of his white master -
an older and wiser white man who has taken it upon himself to guide
the wayward youth into manhood. They young black boy crawls on top of
his mature white mentor and licks his hairy balls and sucks on the
white man's nipples, making them hard. The black boy knows he needs
guidance from this white man, even though he can never really say this
out loud - so he expresses his gratitude nonverbally in the best way
he knows how.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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