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Young Black Intern


This story is a work of erotic fiction for entertainment purposes
only. It is not intended for minors. It contains graphic and rough
sexual references and racial humiliation. Anyone who might be offended
by this kind of fantasy entertainment should find something else to
read.

***********************************

Jordan Parks loved his job. He was responsible for college interns who
were trying to build a future in botany, land management, and
forestry. Every summer college students who had successfully completed
their sophomore year in the botanical sciences were assigned to
Jordan. He drove them around in his SUV, through the back roads of
Bush Forest to learn about the kind the work they would do once they
graduated.

During the six-week summer internship students were assigned a patch
of land that they were to cultivate and take meticulous notes on.
Successful completion of an internship with Jordan, and a strong
letter of recommendation from him, would almost guarantee acceptance
into one of the nation's top botanical graduate schools - and a high-
paying job thereafter.

One summer afternoon the college sent over a young man by the name of
T. Everett Carter. Jordan had all the information on the boy that he
needed in his folder - his academic transcript, is prior high school
experience in botany, his personal essay, etc. He had everything
except a photo. Jordan was taken aback when the lad walked into his
office and turned out to be a young, medium-sized black boy. At first
Jordan didn't realize that the boy was his intern. "May I help you?"

The boy looked a little self-conscious, then he straightened up his
back and stuck out his chest as if he was trying to project
confidence. "I'm Everett Carter - Tyrone Everett Carter. I'm here for
an internship."

Jordan leaned back in his chair, trying to hide his surprise. He had
never had a black intern before. "So you're T. Everett Carter...." He
let out a short chuckle. "Well, welcome to Bush Forest. I'm Jordan
Parks. I'll be your supervisor this summer."

Tyrone walked over to Jordan's desk and stuck out his hand, like a
well-trained gentleman. Jordan was a little slow in leaning forward to
shake the boy's hand. The bulk of his body made it difficult for him
to shift in his chair too quickly. Jordan raised himself from his
chair, pushing down on his desk with his palms. "You seem like a fine
young man, Tyrone. Let's take a spin around the forest so you can pick
out a site for observation over the next few weeks."

Jordan studied the boy as he climbed into the SUV. The vehicle sunk a
little under Jordan's weight. The boy climbed into the vehicle rather
easily with his lean, young body. Even though he was not very bulky
Jordan figured that the kid probably exercised regularly or played
sports. Jordan noticed the boy's muscle tone under his smooth brown
arms as he fastened his seat belt.

He drove around the back roads for awhile until they were deep in the
forest. He stole a glance of the boy's handsome face every now and
then. The boy's features were sharp. His hairline was freshly edged
with a razor. He had clear eyes and seemed keenly alert; he seemed to
pay close attention to everything that was going on around him.

Golden sunlight streaming through the window of the vehicle made the
boy's face glow, and this alternated with the camouflage-like patterns
cast by the shade of the trees. The boy looked so innocent - so out of
place - so vulnerable. Jordan felt tightness in his crotch as he eyed
the boy's lean, healthy young body; it made the front of Jordan's
pants jut out. He hoped the kid wouldn't notice.

Jordan cleared his throat. "So, have you spent much time in the
forest?"

"No sir. I've spent most of my time in city streets."

Jordan noted to himself that the young men was quick and to the point.
'No sir,' Jordan thought to himself, repeating the boy. Jordan liked
the sound of it coming from this particular boy's mouth.

"Really? So, where do you live?"

"I live in Hillsville, Sir."

Jordan leaned back in his seat as they both bounced up and down along
the dirt road. He rubbed his chin as if he were considering the boy's
answer.

"Hillsville...Hillsville...That's where all the colored people live,
isn't it?"

As soon as the words left his mouth Jordan knew he had said something
wrong. He swallowed hard and his face flushed. Tyrone bit his lower
lip and looked over at the man, then silently nodded his head "yes."

Jordan quickly tried to recover from the gaffe, "I don't mean any
offense. I just don't know what to call you people these days. We
don't get too many...uh...black...interns around here."

Jordan looked over at Tyrone but the boy was staring out of the
passenger side window. He was silent.

Jordan took a deep breath and tried again, "You know, I think we
should all be color-blind. Race doesn't matter anymore. I think if a
person is motivated he should rise as high as his God-given abilities
will take him."

Jordan was sure he had heard that in a speech somewhere. He hoped it
would win the boy's confidence. The boy was still silent.

Jordan tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as he drove. He was in
it this far, why not go for broke? "I don't know of too many top-level...
ah, black African American botanists. Why is that?"

Tyrone seemed to roll his eyes. He let out a barely audible sigh and
turned to face the man. "I guess it's because we don't really get the
same opportunities that the white guys get. We don't have the contacts
and connections."

Jordan tried to suppress a smile. At least he had gotten the kid to
talk again even though he resented the kid for wallowing in self-pity
and victimization. He leaned back in his seat as if he were a sage
about to dispense eternal wisdom. "No," his voice drifted off in
thoughtfulness. "It's not because you don't have opportunities."

Tyrone turned away from the man and started staring out of the
passenger window again.

Jordan continued, "It's because you don't know how to take advantage
of an opportunity when it comes you. It's because you won't do what
any other boy will do to get ahead - you have too much 'pride' to do
what a white boy will do."

Jordan saw a flash of anger cross Tyrone's face. He smiled to himself
and allowed his words to sink in. After a moment of silence, as the
vehicle bumped along the rocky road, he added, "If I shared with you a
little secret that all my other interns know, and that has made the
difference between their being a success in this internship or a
failure, would you act on what I tell you? Would you do what you have
to do to get ahead?"

Tyrone looked at the man as if he were taking up a challenge, "Yeah,
I'm as good as any intern you've got."

Jordan paused. He put the car in park and shut off the engine. "Good,
good...I'm glad to hear that. Glad to meet a boy who's got ambition and
wants to get ahead."

Tyrone leaned forward in his seat, determined not to miss a word.

Jordan lowered his voice and nearly whispered. "The key to doing well
in this or any other internship - the key to getting ahead is that
you've got to keep your supervisor happy."

Tyrone leaned back in his seat and looked at the man as if to ask, "Is
that all?"

Jordan smiled, sank in his seat and unzipped his fly. "And the key to
keeping your supervisor happy," he said, "is to take care of this when
he needs it." He pulled out his stubby white cock and let it rest on
the opening in his pants. A few of his pubic hairs were sticking out.

Tyrone's eyes grew wide. The boy backed against the door of the
vehicle, as far as he could go and waved his hands in front of him for
protection. "Oh hell naw. Hell naw. Hell naw I aint gonna suck no
dick."

Jordan looked deliberately at the boy as if to make a point. "No? See,
that's just what I mean. Every white intern would gladly suck my cock
in order to get access to the finest schools in the country. But a
black boy like you - you're too 'proud' to do it. That's why you'll
never get ahead. The only difference between you and any normal intern
is not because of your race; it's because you aren't motivated enough
to do what is necessary to get ahead."

Jordan smirked at the boy, letting his cock hang out of his pants as
he stared.

Tyrone looked down at the floor of the vehicle, unable to maintain eye
contact. He looked confused, as if he were trying to puzzle the whole
thing out. His young mouth hung open in disbelief. He shook his head
several times. Finally he looked back at Jordan.

"You mean you make all the white interns suck your dick?"

Jordan smiled at the boy, savoring his lie. This was bold. This was
clever. Of course he wouldn't try this with any of his white interns;
but what does this young inexperienced black boy know? He nodded his
head, "It's got nothing to do with race. Everyone else is willing to
cooperate, except you."

Tyrone's panicked. He looked wildly around the vehicle.

Jordan balled his fists on his hips and jutted his cock forward. "This
is your one and only chance - the difference between going to a top
level graduate school, or living in the ghetto for the rest of your
life. Your choice. I'm not going to keep my dick out here waiting for
you forever."

Tyrone stared at the white man's stubby cock. The boy's eyes were wide
and frozen, as if he were hypnotized. His mouth hung open. Jordan
reached out and gently pulled the boy's shoulder, moving him forward.

"Come on. Be a good boy and take care of this cock."

While Tyrone was not volunteering, neither was he actively resisting.
The big man guided Tyrone's body forward until the boy's face hovered
over the man's exposed cock. He gently moved his hand to the back of
the boy's head and pushed his face down on his cock forcing the boy to
kiss it. The boy twitched. His lips trembled. Jordan lifted his thick
stubby cock slid it into the reluctant black boy's mouth.

Jordan leaned back in his seat and sighed, "Yeah, that's it. Wrap
those thick lips around that cock and suck it."

Jordan pressed his hand on the back of the boy's head making the boy
bob up and down on his cock. The boy's moist warm lips made Jordan's
cock grow harder and harder. He had never felt a sensation like this
before. Those moist nigger lips wrapped around Jordan's hard cock felt
better than anything he could have ever imagined.

He looked down at the black boy nervously sucking on his white cock
and savored the sight of it. He grabbed the boy by the back of his
head again and began to thrust harder in the boy's mouth.

"Oh yeah, take that dick. Suck it. Suck it."

Tyrone made awkward slurping noises. Salvia drooled from his mouth
onto Jordan's pants while the boy continued to bob his head on his
supervisor's cock. Jordan's partially exposed pubes rubbed against the
black boy's face.

The boy's thick nervous lips felt so good that Jordan was about to
blow his load at any moment. He pulled the boy's face off of his
crotch and reached across him to lower the back of his seat so that it
was flat like a bed.

"Okay, pull your pants down."

Tyrone looked at the man in shock. He opened his mouth in protest but
no sound would come out.

"You heard me boy, I said pull down your pants."

Tyrone's hands shook as he unfastened his belt buckle and pushed his
pants down below his knees. Then he pushed down his boxer shorts too,
exposing a thick, long black cock that dangled between his smooth
thighs.

"Now, lie on your belly."

Tyrone slowly crawled on his belly, exposing his smooth black ass to
the sunlight. Jordan awkwardly bumped around in the vehicle, trying to
shift his massive body on top of the smooth, young black boy. Once he
was in position he shoved his throbbing cock, which was wet from
saliva from the boy's mouth, into the Tyrone's tight black ass crack,
making the boy squeal.

He pushed his cock deep inside the boy and heard the boy grunt with
pain. Jordan pushed even deeper inside the boy until his balls rested
on the opening of the boy's hole. The young student's ass warmly
embraced the white man's throbbing cock like a tight black pussy.

"Oh yeah, take that cock in your ass, boy."

Jordan began humping in the boy's ass. The boy grunted and groaned
with humiliation and pain.

"Take that dick, boy. Take it. Take that big white cock in your black
ass."

The whole vehicle rocked while Jordan held the black boy's body and
mercilessly fucked him. The seats bounced up and down and frame of the
vehicle squeaked. Jordan and his black victim bounced up and down with
the rest of the vehicle. Both were grunting and groaning, filling the
air of the car with their sweat and other bodily smells.

Jordan savored the sight of this straight black boy getting his ass
fucked violently by his hard white cock.

While he pounded the boy he taunted him.

"Do you use that big, black cock of yours to fuck nigger pussy?"

Tyrone didn't say a word. He only squirmed under the heavy man's
weight.

"I asked you a question. Answer me. Do you use that big, black cock to
fuck nigger pussy?"

Tyrone answered the man, "Yes," but it was more of a whine than a real
answer.

"Yeah," Jordan shouted in triumph. "I'd love to watch you niggers
fuck. I bet you fuck in the jungle like bunnies in heat."

Tyrone whimpered as the man continued to fuck his black ass
relentlessly and torment him.

"Do you niggers fuck in the jungle like bunnies in heat?"

Tyrone was willing to say anything to get this whole ordeal over with.
"Yes - yes," he cried, "We fucks in the jungle like bunnies in heat."
Jordan plowed away in the black boy's ass.

The black boy's young handsome face was tight with pain. His eyes were
shut. He clinched his teeth as he endured the white man's assault
inside him.

"Yeah," Jordan shouted, "That's what I like to hear. Take that cock.
Take that big white cock inside your nigger ass."

Jordan let out a loud gasp and blew a load deep inside the boy. He had
several spasms in the boy's ass. Then he let his massive body collapse
on top of Tyrone while he drained the remainder of his jism inside the
boy's bowels.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh."

***************************

When Tyrone left the intern site for the bus stop he was walking
funny. Once he was on the bus he refused to take a seat during the
entire ride home, even though many seats were open. When he didn't
show up at the site for the next couple of days his supervisor, Mr.
Parks, called to school to report that the student was insufficiently
motivated to do the work that was required him. The boy's academic
advisor sadly made a note of it and entered the information in his
database on the student. The boy seemed to have so much potential -
but you never know what a student is going to do until he is given a
real world opportunity to perform in the field. Jordan Parks put his
copy of the boy's folder away. Oh well, it was fun having a young
black intern while it lasted. He hoped the school would send more of
them.

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