Message-ID: <57623asstr$1210767003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: l64g2000hse.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: classic rider <classicrider14@excite.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <d52f6d65-4b1f-485f-b5d6-605c22233bb3@l64g2000hse.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 04:33:50 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: l64g2000hse.googlegroups.com; posting-host=150.212.4.17; posting-account=V3myPAoAAADtYDBVQStI9c1ZqL9BrQw- User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.14) Gecko/20080404 Firefox/2.0.0.14,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 13 May 2008 21:33:49 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Leroy, Jamal and the Awkward Facts of Life Lines: 228 Date: Wed, 14 May 2008 08:10:03 -0400 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/Year2008/57623> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw This is a work of fiction and is not to be read by minors. It includes references to racial humiliation and homosexuality. It is for erotic entertainment purposes only. Leroy and Jamal sat on the steps outside of the high school gym after a long day of basketball practice. They sat side-by-side, still in their practice shorts. Their ashy black knees occasionally bumped against each other. Leroy had a pained expression on his face as he stared off into the horizon. It was unlike Leroy to be lost in thought. Jamal looked over at his homeboy, studying the boy's face. Leroy's thick black lips were pursed as if he were trying to solve a problem. He gently rubbed his chin with a forefinger and at thumb, imitating what he had seen pictures smarter people doing when they were in deep contemplation. Jamal felt uncomfortable with the silence, "Leroy, man - wassup wit chu? Why you aint talkin', man?" Leroy took in a heavy breath and leaned back against the white concrete steps, his arms propped on the rough, cracked surface. "I'm jus sittin' here thinkin' bout da black man's secret n' the black man's plight." "Wha chu talkin' bout, man? What secret? What plight?" "I mean the secret 'bout what we all don't want da white man know n' what we all try to keep from ourselves." Jamal made a stone face and stared at the ground, "I aint got no secrets from da white man. Only time a nigga needs to have a secret from someone is if he scared of them - an' I aint scared of no man; especially if he be white." Leroy let out a half-whistle, half-sigh of exasperation, "See, dat's what I be talkin' bout. Scared aint got nuttin' ta do wit it. I'm talkin' bout need. I'm talkin' bout desire..." Jamal continued as if keeping up a front, "Thas right; I gots desires. I fucks a white man's sister. I fucks his mama if I feels like it. I got dey desire fo my nigga cock." Leroy tried to cut in, "Check it out. Listen to what I'm sayin..." Jamal wouldn't yield. "I be the king of dat white puzzy meat. I fucks all da white girls in dis here high school - least de ones that aint skank bitches. I fuck em' like dey hos." Leroy grabbed his buddy by his shoulders and shook the boy's body violently."Shut da fuck up. Shut da fuck up; I'm tryin' talk some sense to you." Jamal seemed stunned, but his shocked silence gave Leroy an opening; "You loves somethin' white aiiight. Yeah, dats fo sho. But it ain't jus white pussy; it be somethin' mo'." Jamal looked at Leroy with a quizzical expression. Leroy let go of the boy's shoulders. His eyes focused on Jamal as if he were trying to penetrate the boy's soul. "You still workin' as a stock boy at da convenience sto?" Jamal nodded his head. Leroy continued, "An you got that white boss ovah you, who loves to give you orders?" Jamal nodded again. Leroy leaned forward and nearly whispered, "What I'm sayin' is, don't yo dick get hard when yo white boss tells you to move ah stack ah boxes? Don't yo dick get hard as you be thinkin', 'dayum - dis dude is really be hard core. Dis dude gots real power. He a real man,'?" Jamal jerked backward and let out a sharp embarrassed laugh, "Nigga, I'm sixteen years old. Mah dick gets hard jus' by lookin' at a sack o' potatoes. Jus cause my dick get hard, dat don't mean it got nuthin' to do wit a white man gibben me orders." Leroy smirked confidently, "Sure it don't, sure it don't." He studied the boy's nervous facial expression; then leaned in again. "Don't yo dick get hard when you thinkin' bout the boys in our class? When you thinkin' about the power they daddies got - don't you wanna kneel in front of them and suck on they hard white boy cocks? I mean secret- like; on da down-low; deep-down inside?" Jamal let out a loud, deliberate, self-conscious laugh and tried to wave Leroy's question off. Then the boy fell silent. He shifted his eyes away from Leroy to avoid his penetrating gaze. Leroy looked down at Jamal's basketball shorts and noticed an unmistakable tent in the boy's crotch. Jamal tried to pull his smooth, muscular black legs together to conceal his condition, but there was no hiding the excitement and sexual frustration in his pants. It seemed as though Jamal's black cock was about to burst through his silk shorts. Leroy tried to reassure him; "Dat's aiiight. We all dat way. We been conditioned; brain-washed by the white man widdout his even knowing he be doin' it to us. We brainwashed by his television n' by our history. We brainwashed to wanna serve dem innocent white boys in our classroom an' dey don't even know it. We wanna entertain dem. We wanna amuse dem. An we wanna suck da nutt right out of dey throbbin hard white cocks. It be our secret. Deep inside o' every nigga is th' need to serve white boys n' dey daddies." Jamal, stood up and did a little dance, "Nigga - you is crazy. You talkin' some crazy sheet. Don't no black peoples really think dat way. Nigga, you must be outta yo mind." Leroy persisted. "Tell me dis aint true; dat more den a nigga love white pussy, a nigga most of all love to be suckin' on a white boy's cock. Be honest. When you be sittin in remedial math, an you look ovah at a white boy sittin dere, wit his shiny good hair n' his rosy cheeks; don cha' jus wanna bend ovah an' pull down his pants, right dere in de classroom, n' wrap yo' lips around his hard white cock, and be suckin on dat cute white boy's master dick till he shoot his nutt all ovah yo tounge?" Jamal half-laughed and shouted his strong objection, "Oh hell naw. Man, I ain't suckin' any white man's cock. I aint suckin' any nigga's cock neither. If I be doin' anythin' I be fuckin' dat white boy's sista." Jamal stood hunched over and made fucking motions as if he had his arms wrapped around a girl from behind and was humping her like a dog in heat. Leroy looked up at the performing boy and rolled his eyes. He wasn't impressed by the display. "You know how you be wrestling deese white boys in da gym, an they white body be pressin up against you. They be climbin on top o' you and pressin yo' black body down on de' mat. You feel dat white boy takin' control over you. You never dreamed you would feel like dis, but you jus want dat boy, wit his smooth white skin, to fuck da' shit outta yo' black azz. You feel his dick gettin' hard in his gym shorts, pressin up against yo body. Yeah, it aint dat big, but it a white cock nonetheless. An you jus' lie dere on da mat and let him have his way wit chu. You done met yo' massah." Jamal squealed in embarrassment while trying to hide the raging hard- on in his basketball shorts, "Awww Nigga, you done lost yo mind." Leroy kept teasing the boy, "You be kissin da muscles on his white arms, callin' him Thor, da thunder god, wit his long blond hair. 'Fuck me wit yo Nordic cock.' You be lettin' him grind his hard white dick between yo' smooth black legs. Europe conquerin' Africa. You be lettin' him take yo nigga azz ovah and ovah again, jus' like he done for centuries." Jamal was now frantically pumping his legs in and out, trying to relieve some of the tension in his crotch without taking his big black fuck meat and stroking it. "Nigga, you needs to quit. Seriously; you really needs to quit." But Leroy wasn't quitting. "You want his white jizz inside yo' mouf. You want him pumpin' some a' dat white jizz in yo azz. Yo wanna see the da' contrast o' thick white jizz runnin down yo smoof black chin. You want ta' taste white boy nutt. It be mo' den jus' sex. It be yo destiny." Jamal leaned forward, his face almost touching the ground; both hands clasped over his throbbing hard nigga cock that would not give him rest. "Nigga, I aint got no destiny. Not like dat. Not like what you talkin' bout. I'm jus afta white bitches; I don't swing dat way wit no dudes, man." Leroy leered at the horny boy. "Oh yeah, you will swing dat way if a white boy get you alone an' tells you to. You want him grabbin yo nappy head and fuckin yo thick nigga lips wit dat hard white cock he got. You want him shootin his master seed all ovah yo nigga face. You want him ta' bring his buddies ovah, an' dey bend you ovah whilst dey takes turns fuckin yo tight black azz. Yo want dem grabbin you from behind n' usin' yo azz like nigga' puzzy meat. Dat wha you really want, aint it?" Jamal shook his head violently. "Naw man; I don't want none o' dat shyt. Dat be yo fantasy. Dat what you get nasty dreams about at night. Dat what you be thinkin' bout when you bitin yo pillow and jerkin' yo dick at night while yo mama getting her pussy stuffed downstairs." Leroy nodded somberly, "Yeah, dat what I dream about, n' it's what you dream about too. It what every nigga dream about if he be honest." Jamal violently shook his head "no," but he couldn't make his throbbing dick go down. Leroy leaned forward and tried to reason with the boy, "Look, it only be natural. A nigga grows up all his life surrounded by white boys. He sees their straight hair and dey peach colored skin. He see dey nice red lips and dey soothin' blue eyes. Da white boy look like an angel to the nigga. Den da nigga remember dat at one time da white would'a had him as a slave. Dat boy aint no diff'rent from any otha teenager - he got a dick dat needs taken care of. Normally he would just stroke dat dick off, like three o' fo' times o' day; but if he got a nigga slave aint no reason why he shouldn't order dat nigga to wrap his lips around dat white boy's throbbin hard dick. An' da nigga glad to do it, too. He glad to use his thick nigga lips to gib pleasure to a white angel. He glad to get dat angel off and have him nutt down da nigga's throat. He glad to service his young white massah ovah and ovah again, as much as his dick need taken care of. Dat's only nature. No reason to be ashamed." Jamal shook his head violently as if this might exorcise the images that Leroy was reviving in his mind. Leroy continued, "Dem white boyz don't know we been bred n' raised to use our dark bodies for dey throbbin' red cocks. Dey don't know our minds is all fucked up so's we needs to wrap our soft fleshy dark lips around dey throbbin white pricks. Dey aint even got a clue dat when dey tells us to drop our pants and turn around n' bend ovah fo dem, we is glad to have to do it..." Just then the two black boys heard someone barking their names: "Leroy! Jamal! Get you boys get your black asses over here and clean up the locker room. It looks like a pig sty." It was the coach. From the tone of his voice he wasn't playing. Both boys slowly and defiantly stood up; noticeable bulges protruded from the front of their pants. The coach looked at his obedient young nigga boys and couldn't conceal a satisfied grin. Jamal leaned over, motioned to his buddies involuntary condition upon hearing the white man's orders, and whispered in Leroy's ear ""See? You love dat shyt, don't chu? Don't be ashamed. It's only natural." Jamal shook his head defiantly, "Naw, man. I'm sixteen. I gets hard at anything." Leroy smirked, "Yeah, let dat be da reason." 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