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Subject: {ASSM} Leroy, Jamal and the Awkward Facts of Life
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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." The two black boys slowly
made their way into the locker room with their stiffies leading the
way.

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