The following story is a work of erotic fiction. It is for entertainment purposes only. It is not intended for minors. It includes teenagers and racially offensive language. Anyone who might be offended by this type of story, or unduly influenced by it, should find something else to read.
Long before black boys even have a shot at making it big as hip hop artists they have to pull tricks to raise enough cash to support their hobby. It's not really clear whether they are pulling these tricks because they have to, or because they want to. Either way, they fact they put themselves out there, on the down-low, makes things exciting. Here is how one connoisseur of black boy ass puts it:
I won't lie, I love fuckin' black boys. I love the way they come up to me all tough n' hard; they're like "No white boy's gonna bust my black ass." Next thing you know I got em on their knees, pants pulled down, ashy black ass exposed to the world, beggin for more of my big white cock. I have those black boys beggin' for it.
Usually the boy is "straight" and he's doin' it on the "downlow." Usually he's just curious, but he needs a cover. He pretends he needs some cash. He comes on like a hustler. He keeps tellin' himself he's just doin' it "for the money." But it's not for the money. By the time I've got my dick in his ass I can see his nigger cock is standin' at attention. No matter what he tells you, he aint just doin' it for cash.
They always say, "I'm not gay. I'll let you suck my dick. I'll beat off for you. Maybe I'll fuck your white ass." I tell `em, "Naw, you got the whole thing twisted, homes. I'm the one whose gonna do the fucking. I'm the one whose gonna get his dick sucked. You got the lips for it, why would you expect me to do the suckin'? You got that big black ass back there. What do you think it's there for? We're not gonna let it go to waste. We're gonna get some use outta that black ass." He's always embarrassed by this, but that only makes his dick harder. It gets him thinking about things in the right way. He starts thinking the way I want him to be thinking.
I have to break him in. I have to start out by breakin' the black boy's pride. His pride just a front. Black boys are always putting up a front, as if they're cool and easily offended, as if they've got their precious masculinity to protect. They usually come up to you with that cocky shit; they're full of attitude. You gotta break them of that. You gotta let them know who "da man" is. They always think they're "da man." You gotta show them you're "da man."
Before we get started I break him of his pride. I make him get down on his knees. I have him lick the leather on my shoe. I let him get a good mouthful of shoe leather. I like to watch his nappy head bobbing up and down while he's licking my shoe. I love watching the disgusted look on his face while he's down there. Once he does that, I know I've got him. I know he'll agree to anything.
I tell him to strip off his clothes. I want to see him naked. I watch while he strips of his shirts. Niggers don't just wear one shirt, they usually wear multiple shirts. Just like their pants. They don't just wear one pair of sweat pants; they wear multiple layers of sweat pants, gym trunks, boxer shorts, you name it. It makes their dark bodies good and warm. It gives them a funky odor. When they strip off their t-shirts and under shirts I watch the peppercorn hair of their arm pits. I love that funky nigger smell. I love the smell of a good sweaty workout that comes from a black boy's body. I breathe that shit in. It's like an aphrodisiac. They should bottle that shit. Call it, "nigger funk" and sell it over the counter for people who have a hard time getting an erection. That product would cure even the weakest man of his impotency.
I watch the smooth, muscular arms of the black boy's dark skin while he strips off his shirts. I look at his flat stomach and the thin trail of hair around his navel. I like it when he has nice abs, not overly developed, not artificially contrived; just large ripples under his smooth dark skin. His black body is something firm and hard that I can embrace; something I can hold onto.
I rub my hands all over the boy's dark-skinned body. I love to feel the muscles on his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Even though I know I must eventually conquer him, I allow myself to savor and revel in the beauty of this Mandingo warrior. He cannot stop me. My hands roam wherever I want them to as they explore every crevice of his flesh. I own every inch of it, including his massive Negro penis and the man juices inside his testicles. I gaze as I hold his dark genitalia in my hands. The contrast between black and white is striking. I hold his genitalia, knowing that this is the essence of his power; it is the essence of my power over him. It's the same as the power one has over a beast. It is the one time that I can appreciate the attraction that white women have for these sons of slavery. They are not so far removed from working in the fields.
Owning a young buck Nigra is like owning a black Porsche. It's strong, sleek, powerful and beautiful.
But I can't afford to allow him to see how much I appreciate his beauty. It might go to his head. I make him sit down. I make him set on the edge of my bed. I pull down my trousers and my underwear while I'm standing in front of his face. I would prefer to reduce him to a submissive slave, making him take my flaccid cock into his mouth and get me hard with his pillowy lips. But it's too late for that. My cock is already hard. It won't get any harder than it is right now.
I stand there with my throbbing white cock in his dark face. My cock was dripping pre-cum on his body. I can see his white eyes starin' up at me from that smooth, round face. He's looking up at me, expectantly, frightened. It's like he's thinkin' "You da' massah, I'ma do whatevah you wants." Damn right he's gonna do whatever I want. His thick black lips are just inches from my cock. I tell myself that he wants me to take him; I tell myself he wants to suck that big white cock.
I shove my dick in his mouth and massage it, back and forth, on his cooperative lips. It feels so good rubbing my dick on those soft black lips. There's nothing in the world like it. They are thick and moist -- almost like they were specially made for cock sucking. I grab a fist full of his nappy hair, to steady myself, and thrust faster and faster in the black boy's mouth. I hear him swallowing spit, trying to keep from choking. I thrust my cock harder, rubbing the underside of my shaft on his thick nigger tongue. The head of my cock bounces against the roof of his mouth. I look down at him. His eyes are closed tight. They're watering. He takes it. He takes it.
I struggle to keep myself from having an orgasm, although I love it when I shoot thick ropes of milky cum all over a black boy's face. I don't want to do that this time. This time I want to save myself for something else. He's too masculine for me to let him off with just a face fucking. He's too manly for that. I look down at the boy's ashy rugged knees, his well developed hairy calves, and his smooth muscular thighs. I can't let him off with a simple cock sucking. I've got to fuck his black ass to bring his ego down to size.
I pull my cock out of his mouth and allow the salvia to dribble down his chin. I order him to get on all fours. I order him to show me his black ass. I know he wants my cock. Reluctantly he complies. He gets on all fours and sticks his smooth black ass up in the air. I tell him to grab his ass cheeks and spread them for my cock. He obeys my commands with trembling hands. He exposes his nigger hole. It's pink and fleshy in there, just waiting to be mastered by my cock.
I watch my dick slide in and out of his big, smooth black ass. I look down and watch while I ram my cock all the way up that heap of black flesh, that heap of hot darkness. I slowly pull it out. It's covered with nigger ass juices. I ram it in again, this time even deeper. The boy turns his face to the side and I can see him cringe. I shove it in deeper to drive the point home. I fuck his ass with abandon. His nappy head bounces up and down against my bed cushion. His mouth hangs open. His thick nigger lips are grotesquely parted and they leak saliva on my bed sheets.
I love fucking that nigger ass, especially when I know the fellow has a girlfriend at home. I love the fact that she looks up to him. She sees him as the embodiment of manhood. When they are together she rubs her hands all over his chest and body as she looks up at him with admiration.
I look into his smooth boyish face. It's the face of young black warrior. It's the face of someone who is kinda tough but also kinda tender. He might even have a small scar on his cheek, maybe from a boyhood fight. Still, his dark skin is smooth and flawless. He's been in fights, but still looks like a baby. There are both sides to him. And I can see he likes to work out. He shoots hoops. He plays basketball. He works out in the gym. His body is lean and tender, but his muscles are strong and hard. He's got broad shoulders.
I know his girlfriend looks up at him. She nestles her face in his broad shoulders and turns to him for shelter and protection. And here I am. I've got him bent over on my bed. I've got his ass up in the air. I've got his trousers down around his ankles. I'm fucking the life of out him. I'm makin' him take it. I'm fucking him for all he's worth, only so I can throw him away like a used whore. I'll return him to his girlfriend and his mama.
I fuck his ass. I hear his grunts and his groans, his suffering and his pain.
His girlfriend is back at home looking after his babies and thinking her man is out on the streets, conquering the world. I love the thought of that. I tell him to pull out his wallet and show me pictures of his girlfriend and his baby. He shows me the baby pictures while I'm fucking his ass. It makes me fuck him even harder. He's somebody's daddy. He's somebody's hero and I'm about to dump my cum inside of him as I take possession of his body.
Nothing's too nasty for me when I'm fuckin' a black boy. Nothing. I talk shit about his mom. I talk about his sister and his baby mama. I tell him to stroke his cock while he pictures me fucking his mother's pussy. I make him ejaculate while I describe fucking his mama. I have him picturing my white cock in his girlfriend's or his mother's pussy. From that moment he associates the image of my white cock inside the black pussy of someone who is close to him with his guilty and explosive orgasm. Every time he masturbates he'll think of me fucking his sister, his girlfriend or his mom. Every time he fucks his girlfriend he'll think of me.
Now I own him. I own the black couple. I own the whole damn family. If I wanted to, I could make him fuck his girlfriend for me, for my entertainment. I can watch those two dark bodies mingled together, making babies. They have no privacy, no right to privacy.
When I've had my fill, I fire my jizz into his bowels. I fill that black boy up with a hot load of white man jism. This is what he needs. This is what he wanted. This is what makes him cooperative and subdues his attitude.
He says he's only doing it for cash, but I leave him with a whole lot more.