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Subject: {ASSM} The College Boy and the Adult Bookstore
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The College Boy and the Porn Bookstore

This story is a work of erotic fiction for entertainment purposes
only. It is not intended to be read by minors. It continues rough,
nonconsensual sex and racial slurs. Anyone who might be offended by
erotic entertainment of this nature should find something else to
read.

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

For the first time in his 18 years of life Jamal was finally away from
home. He was a college freshmen and eager to explore what the world
had to offer. He felt like the world was wide open to him, and he was
determined to make the most of it.

He was enrolled in Afrocentric studies and proud of all of the
accomplishments of his race. He was also a great catch for the young
ladies. They ogled over his lean, muscular track star body and his
thick nappy hair twisted into cornrows. They loved the sound of his
deep voice and the glow of his deep brown skin in the sunlight. "Damn,
nigga," his buddies were fond of teasing him, "One of these fine
honies gonna trap you into marrying them before you even get a chance
to graduate."

That didn't seem unlikely.

But Jamal had to get away from campus for awhile. He wanted to be by
himself - away from all the pressure of being such a popular proud
young black man on campus. And so, as he was wandering through the
desolate streets of his new college town at night, he passed an adult
bookstore. The neon sign in the window said it was open 24 hours and
that they had preview booths for pornographic videos in the back of
the store.

Jamal was curious; although he wanted to be politically correct and to
respect women by not to looking at images that would be degrading to
them, he couldn't help being a little curious and aroused by the
prospect of seeing a bunch of horny ghetto bitches getting their
pussies used by a well-endowed homeboy from the hood on the movie
screen.

He looked around, and when he was sure no one was watching, he ducked
into the bookstore. The man at the counter frowned at the boy and
demanded to see ID to prove he was over 18. When the cashier was
satisfied, he puffed on his cigar and let the boy purchase a stack of
tokens and enter the back room where the movies were. Jamal dropped a
quarter in the turnstile and entered what for him would be a whole new
world of adulthood.

It took a few minutes for Jamal's eyes to adjust to dim lighting.
Slowly he was able to make out the shapes of shadowy figures lurking
in the open doors of empty movie booths and leaning against the walls.
Occasionally he saw the faint glow of a cigarette, as one of the wall-
hangers took a drag.

Jamal wrinkled his nose because of the stuffy air and the foul smell.
Although there was a thick layer of sickly sweet air freshener that
sprayed automatically every 15 minutes, the air still smelled of feces
and dried urine. It was a little difficult for Jamal to breathe
because the air was also thick with cigarette smoke, and it was heavy
with the odor of body sweat.

Jamal's eyes began to adjust to the dark room. He could see the men
leaning against the wall more clearly. They were never clustered
together; rather they were scattered, silently throughout the
corridors. Several times, however, he heard two or three men crowded
in a booth, humping and bumping; with the loud sound of a porn movie
playing in the background.

The men hanging out in the corridor were white men, wearing checkered
flannel shirts. Some of them wore cowboy hats and sported goatees.
Every once in awhile, when he passed them, he would hear one of them
say, "Psssst." He'd look up, but they were not looking at him - they
seemed to be signaling someone else.

Nonetheless, Jamal had the uneasy feeling that their eyes were
following him. He decided to duck into a movie booth so he could get
some privacy and adjust to this strange environment. He dropped his
tokens into the machine and the screen in front of him came alive with
images of pregnant women being fucked - chicks with dicks - and
wrinkled old grandmas taking young college cock in their dried up
vaginas.

Jamal turned away in disgust. He kept pressing the glowing yellow
button to change channels, but each new video offered more freak
images. There was midget sex; big beefy men were having sex with each
other; grown women were dressed up like innocent school girls, licking
lollipops and getting screwed.

When time ran out and the screen went blank Jamal was not entirely
disappointed. He rushed back into the dark corridors, not wanting to
spend any more time in the place. Now there were more men lingering in
the shadows against the walls. There were more checkered flannel
shirts and cowboy hats. And once more, as he passed, he heard "Pssst."
But when he looked up the men seemed to be ignoring him, and signaling
each other.

Jamal decided that maybe these men were faggots. He decided he better
get out there. He started walking toward the exit, drawn by the light
of storeroom, like a moth on a dark porch drawn to a kitchen light.

As he was nearing the exit a large man sporting a cowboy hat stepped
in front of him, blocking his way. Jamal tried to maneuver around the
big man, but then another came out of the shadows and blocked him in -
then another - and then still another, until he realized he was
completely surrounded.

The men used their bodies to force Jamal back into a wall in the dark
corridor. He was surrounded. They pressed in on him. Finally one of
the men spoke.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?"

Jamal's heart sank.

"I-I'm just checking out the place. I'm new here. I just wanted to see
what was back here, that's all."

The men chuckled, but it didn't sound to Jamal like it was a friendly
chuckle.

"Well, you've checked it out," one of the men said. "So now what you
gonna do, boy?"

Jamal didn't like the way these men kept using the term "boy," but
this was no time to give anyone a lesson on political correctness.

He tried to sound confident and laugh off the situation. "Hey guys,
I'm not into any gay shit." He gave a short laugh to show he didn't
mean any offense. "This is just my first semester in college and I
thought I'd check out some porn flicks, but I think it's time for me
to get back to the dorm."

One of the big men bore in on him.

"You'll get back to the dorm when we say you can get back to dorm."

Jamal's heart raced. Now what was he supposed to do? Were these men
serious or was this just part of some gag. They crowded closer on him.
He could smell the sweat on their beefy bodies. He could see the hair
on their chests through the open collars of their shirts. This was
quite a contrast with his own, smooth, lean black body. He could smell
chewing tobacco and cigar smoke on their breath.

"Hey guys," Jamal said, trying to sound reassuring - and to reassure
himself, "I really have to go. I don't wanna be late. The guys back at
the dorm are expecting me and they'll miss me if I'm gone too long."

Of course nobody back in the dorm was going to miss him. It was Friday
night. Most of his buddies were drunk in a bar somewhere or in their
girlfriends' room getting laid. If anyone from the dorm was missing
nobody would notice until at least Monday morning - or later. But
Jamal had to put up a good front.

One of the men reached out and stroked the side of Jamal's smooth
face.

"Awwww. Someone's gonna wonder about a missing jiggaboo? That's so
sweet."

Jamal took a quick, sharp breath out of anger. Now these men had
really crossed the line. But he was in no position to make the
situation worse. He thought he better play it cool. Maybe it was all a
joke. Maybe if he played it cool they would back away and let him go.

The man who had brushed Jamal's face with his hand now pressed his
finger on the boy's lower lip, as if to inspect the boy's teeth. He
ran his finger across the length of Jamal's mouth.

"You've got nice, thick, dark lips there boy. Them's the kind of lips
that should be sucking cock."

Jamal hoped this was a case of confusion on their part. Maybe they
thought he was a gay boy who was really into this shit. Maybe they had
known some black faggot niggas and this was the way white men came on
to them. He had to let them know that this was not the kind of scene
he was into. It wouldn't be that kind of party.

"Hey," he laughed, "I'm really not into gay sex. I'm straight. I
really don't mess around with dudes. Now, if you'll excuse me - I
really have to get back to the dorm."

The men looked to each other and laughed. "You hear that? He's not
into to gay sex. He's a straight nigger. He really doesn't 'mess' with
dudes."

Jamal was burning with fury, but he had to keep calm. He had to
control himself. He couldn't afford to provoke these guys.

One of the men reached out and grabbed Jamal's crotch. Jamal jumped.
The man continued to tug at the boy's crotch - obviously feeling for
the size of the boy's cock. Jamal flushed with embarrassment and
humiliation as the man felt him up.

"You've got a nice piece of meat in there boy. Do you fuck your mama
with that big black nigger cock?"

Jamal took a deep breath and held it. He bit his lip to keep from
saying something he would regret; something that might make things
worse then they already were.

Another man reached out and grabbed Jamal's ass. He felt the boy's ass
cheeks and pushed his hands against the boy's pants to feel his ass
crack.

"I'll bet your daddy likes to fuck you in the ass, huh, nigger?"

Another man held Jamal by his chin and forced the boy's lips open.

"What do you mean his daddy likes to fuck him in the ass? He aint got
no daddy. He don't even know who his daddy is, do you boy?"

All the men broke out laughing. Their stale breath enveloped the boy's
face. Jamal held his head down, fighting away tears of anger and
humiliation.

The men pressed their bodies up against him.

"You don't know who your daddy is, boy? That's okay. Now you got a new
daddy - five new daddies, as a matter of fact."

One of the men gave a sudden and hard shove on both of Jamal's
shoulders, forcing the boy to his knees.

"Now be a good little nigger and suck on your daddy's big white cock."

Jamal was dazed, kneeling in front of this circle of white men. He
looked up them as they each unzipped their flies and let their thick
stubby white cocks fall out and dangle in front of his face. They
pressed their blue jeans up against the boy's face. One of the men
grabbed him by his chin and forced his head in the direction of his
cock.

"Suck on this big white cock - and you better do it good, or you won't
get out of this place alive."

The man steered his flaccid cock between the boy's thick lips. Just
then Jamal noticed that Lynard Skynard was playing over the
loudspeakers in the background. The song was "Sweet Home Alabama."

Jamal tasted the man's thick white cock on his tongue and wanted to
die. It had all of the musty taste and smell of unwashed genitalia on
a hot summer night. The man slowly rubbed his hardening cock between
the boy's thick lips - in and out, in and out - using the boy's mouth
like a wet pussy. His cock swelled up and began to fill the black
boy's mouth.

"Suck that white cock, nigger. Yeah. That's a good boy."

The man grabbed Jamal by his head and began to face fuck the boy hard
- ramming his fully erect penis down the boy's throat, nearly gagging
him. Jamal tried to gasp for air, but his nostrils were filled with
the smell of musty pubic hair.

Jamal had never felt so helpless in his life. Here he was, down on his
knees - forced to give head to a group of dirty middle-aged white men.
Suddenly, to add to Jamal's confusion and emotional pain, the boy
noticed that his own cock was now hard. It was fully erect and pushing
uncomfortably against his pants, aroused by the display of raw
masculine power.

The men shoved the boy's face around making him suck one white cock
after another, working his way around them in a circle. One of the men
drew his head back and hawkered on the side of the boy's face. A big
glob of slime ran down Jamal's cheek and slid down his neck, under his
collar. The other men laughed and two or three others did the same
until the boy's face was covered with thick globs of the white men's
spit.

One of the men grabbed the boy's head and fucked his mouth more and
more aggressively. His pubes slammed into the boy's face and his great
white cock rammed down the boy's throat. The boy felt like he was
taking a beating. Suddenly the man jerked in an orgasm. A thick load
of warm, salty slime flooded the boy's mouth and ran down his throat.
Jamal tried to jerk his head away but the man held him tight -
pressing the boy's face against his pubes.

"Take all of that cum, nigger. Swallow it all."

And swallow it Jamal did.

When the man was finished he pushed the boy's face away from him,
sending Jamal sprawling on his back. The area around the boy's mouth
glistened with a wet fresh coating of the white man's cum. Jamal was
dazed and disoriented. He crawled on his hands and knees, trying to
get up - hoping that at last he would be able to get of this living
hell.

But then he felt one of the men yanking at the back of his pants. His
pants fit loosely on his ass so they easily came down. Jamal found
himself on his hands and knees with his pants pulled below his thighs
and only his boxer shorts on to protect him.

He heard one of the men say, "Let's get some of that college nigger
ass."

Jamal tried to crawl away, but the man yanked on the boy's boxer
shorts and exposed his bare ass to the rest of the men in the room.
They let out collective "Yeaaahhhh."

One of the men lifted the boy by his waist and shoved him face forward
over the back of a seat in one of the empty movie booths. He spread
the boy's smooth black ass cheeks and rammed his hard cock inside the
boy's ass.

Jamal cried out in pain. The man humped violently, making the boy's
sturdy body bump against the walls of the porn booth. The force of the
white man's thrusts in the college boy's ass made the booth rock. The
brutal sound of the boy being raped aroused the other men even more.
It didn't take long for the man to ejaculate in the black boy's ass.
When he was through with Jamal he turned the boy over to another white
man to have his fun with the black college freshman's tight young
butthole.

One by one each of the men raped the boy, depositing their seed inside
of him. When they were through they let him fall on his hands and
knees, with his baggy pants and boxer shorts down around his thighs.
Thick globs of cum ran out of his ass and down his legs. Jamal felt
like a total mess.

He was too ashamed to go back to the dorm. He wandered the desolate
streets of the town for the rest of the night, and tried to wash
himself off in the river just before dawn.

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

For weeks afterward Jamal rarely left campus. For all intents and
purposes he seemed to have been transformed into a model student. At
night, when his roommates had all safely drifted off to sleep, Jamal
could be heard rustling in his sheets. His hands were working
vigorously on his cock as he whispered in a nasty voice, "Oh yeah,
fuck me with that big white dick. Fuck me with it good." Then he would
let out a long sigh followed by the quiet sound of spurts of cum
ejaculating on his bed sheets. Then the boy fell silent as he drifted
off to sleep.

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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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