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Subject: {ASSM} A Day in the Park
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A Day in the Park

This is a true story communicated to me from a black friend of mine.
This story is not intended for minors. It includes acts of
homosexuality and racial humiliation. If you are offended by these
things you should find something else to read. 'Nuff said.

Not long ago I had a kind of strange experience. I was in the gay
cruising section of a major city park; this section was known among
many city residents, gay or straight, as a place where gay men stand
around, outside of their parked cars, waiting to meet other men. This
section of the park is also famous for its many wooded trails where
more adventurous faggots sneak off into the bushes to have semi-public
sexual orgies.

I hadn't visited these trails for a long time; not wanting to be seen
by friends and colleagues anywhere in the vicinity - not wanting to
have to answer the inevitable questions if I were caught emerging from
the woods, or if I were seen driving out of that section of the park
in general. But, out of curiosity in the late afternoon last summer I
parked my car in a nearby residential neighborhood and snuck into the
woods on foot, through a little-used pathway behind the houses.

While the driveway of the park was fairly active, just as I had always
remembered it - everything from macho-looking gay men in military,
cowboy, or athletic gear to effeminate queeny types who shrieked at
the sight of every squirrel or chipmunk - the wooded trails were
mostly empty.

I was soaked with the humidity of the day, and had stripped off my
shirt. I sat down in boredom on a large rock and wiped the heavy film
of sweat from my face. Suddenly two people approached. It was a young
dark-skinned African American, probably in his late teens or early
twenties; and a middle aged, overweight white man. The boy had smooth
black skin and he looked like he was in good shape with a nicely toned
body. I eyed the boy's shorts and could see he was probably pretty
well endowed. I envied the older white man who was about to get a
taste of that handsome boy's thick black cock.

I wanted to watch; but I knew from past experience that it is best not
to make one's presence too well known or the people having sex will
become self-conscious; they will pack up and leave.

I let them pass, turning my head away when they looked at me - as if I
was completely uninterested in what they were doing. I waited for
three or four minutes, until they were out of sight and then
discreetly crept through the woods trying to pick up on their trail.

I knew the woods pretty well, and all of the spots people were likely
to go. I looked in every clearing, being careful not to step on any
large twigs that would make a sound when they snapped, or to push the
branches that blocked my path too suddenly.

Everywhere I looked there was no sign of the man and the boy. I was
getting frantic, desperate. Where could they have gone so fast? There
weren't that many options. How could they have completely escaped my
pursuit?

Suddenly, as I entered a clearing, I found myself unexpectedly facing
the man and his boy. The white man was leaning up against a tree, with
his pants down around his ankles, and the black boy was on his knees
giving the white man a blow job. The man's small white cock was barely
visible under his large hairy belly. There was no way this handsome
young black boy could have been attracted to him physically. The white
man must have been paying the boy; either that; or the boy simply got
off by being in this position of servitude.

The black boy looked up at me sheepishly with the white man's dick in
his mouth. The whites of his bright eyes widened with guilt and
embarrassment in contrast against his dark chocolate face. The white
man followed the boy's gaze and saw me standing there, stroking my
cock - watching the black boy service him like a slave.

I was sure they would be embarrassed and would pull themselves
together to leave, but the men leaned over and whispered something
sharp in the boy's ear. The boy sheepishly beckoned me over to them. I
approached, with my thick brown cock in my hand. The man grabbed the
back of the black boy's head with one hand - pushing his small white
cock deeper in the boy's mouth - and he grabbed the back of my firm
brown buttocks with his other hand, allowing my dick to slide down his
throat.

He fondled my balls, like he was inspecting a nigger slave who was
being auctioned off to a new master. He ran his fingers up and down
the insides of my tight sweaty brown ass crack.

He sucked on my dick like he owned me. I have to admit, I was a little
upset about this because his hefty body was blocking my view of the
handsome black boy who was sucking his cock. But I was mildly turned
on by the sight of this older white man taking command over two blacks
- completely having his way with us.

The man seemed to lose himself in his passion for my throbbing black
cock. I felt the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat.
Suddenly the handsome dark-skinned boy jumped to his feet. Streams of
the white man's stringy cum flowed from the boy's mouth. The boy tried
to wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand. Clearly the man had
shot a big load inside the boy. For a man with a small white prick, he
sure shot a lot of cum!

This made me even more aroused. The man had complete disregard for the
handsome black boy whose mouth and thick nigger lips he had just been
using. He didn't say he was sorry - he wasn't the least bit apologetic
for his unexpected load. It was as though he took it in stride that
the purpose of the nigger boy was to serve as a receptacle for the
white man's cum; and my purpose was to be used to bring him to orgasm.

The man stood back and ordered the black boy to pull down his pants
and show me how big his cock was. The young nigger complied. He had a
big cock alright - it was about 9 ½ inches. The man pushed down on my
shoulders, forcing me to my knees - facing the black boy's cock. I
knew what I had to do. I opened my mouth. The man grabbed the back of
my nappy head and pushed it against the handsome black boy's pubes,
chocking me on his big, thick nigger cock.

The boy's dark crotch smelled as though he hadn't bathed in several
days. He had the funky nigger ghetto smell. His low-hanging black
balls slapped against my chin. I was both aroused and repulsed by the
thought of unwashed nigger cock pushing its way deep inside my proud
black throat. Unwashed as the boy may have been, there was a certain
masculine strength and potency to his smell - there was a certain
youthful manliness in the taste of his precum.

I sucked the boy's thick black cock, licking underneath the shaft and
licking his bulbous cock head. The boy sighed, but showed no signs of
being ready to cum. The white man stood back, stroking his own cock
and watched the action with satisfaction. After about ten minutes he
asked his handsome black slave, "Are you gonna cum?" The boy answered,
"No - the only way I ever cum is when I stroke it myself."

The man ordered me to stand up. He said, "Drop your pants all the way
down - I want to see you two boys grind." I dutifully obeyed, dropping
my pants and pushing my body up against the tight smooth skin of his
black slave boy's body. There we stood, too niggers in the sun - one
dark as night and the other medium brown - holding each other, humping
and grinding for the entertainment of an older out-of-shape white man
as he stroked his cock and grinned.

Our ashy knees and elbows rubbed against each other. Our sweaty brown
bodies pushed together. Our firm toned arms tightened; biceps bulging
- glistening nigger backs and buttocks in the humid air worked in what
seemed like an endless sexual frenzy for the white man.

After about fifteen minutes the man shot his load again, this time
spraying our brown legs and sneakers with his white cum. "Damn, you
boys really have a lot of stamina - you can sure go at it for a long
time."

He finally ordered the black boy to stroke his cock to orgasm. He had
me kneel down so that the black boy's cum sprayed across my face. This
was a suitable payback to keep me from getting too big-headed after
having had that man suck on my cock earlier. We all pulled on our
clothes, sticky with sweat and cum, and went our separate ways through
the Byzantine paths in the woods.

I wondered if I would ever see that white man and his boy again. I
wondered if this was a regular thing for them. Whatever the case, for
that one afternoon, the three of us had an experience that we will
always remember.

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