Hidden Truths
This story is a work of erotic fiction strictly for entertainment purposes and is not intended to be read by inappropriate audiences. Anyone offended by racially loaded same-sex erotic fiction based on high school memories should find some other form of entertainment. Please send all feedback to Evan Williams, classic14rider@gmail.com.
An Epiphany
He looked down and said in a low voice, "Yeah, suck my cock, Nigger." A Jolt shot through my body. I started thinking this white boy felt entitled to do whatever he wanted with my black body without asking, and he felt entitled to fuck with my mind as he pleased. I should have been angry. I couldn't understand why I wasn't. I was aroused instead. My black cock became a hard, thick log in my pants. The white boy thrust his dick back and forth in my mouth, not caring if he was too rough for me. I was learning to respect young white manhood. He penetrated my body. More than that, he penetrated my mind. He looked down once again with a scowl that didn't stop him from being a pure and beautiful white angel in my eyes, "Keep sucking my dick, Nigger."
I wanted to hate him but I didn't. Instead, I would have followed him anywhere. His youth and his masculine swagger were hypnotic. His angelic whiteness blanketed my mind and pulsated through my body. I now had one mission in life: to get this white boy off. I wanted nothing more than to give him the pure pleasure that a black slave boy would have given him many years ago. His whiteness was that captivating.
I bobbed vigorously on his hard white cock. I wanted nothing more than to bring this boy to ecstasy and swallow his load. I wanted to feel him shoot it down my throat. Then he would be part of me. My friends and relatives would be ashamed if they could see me on my knees, serving this boy's hard white cock, but what business was it of theirs? The white boy's cum in my mouth calmed the savagery of my Nigratude. I knew that. The smoothness and purity of his white flesh, with the redness of his cock thrusting between my thick black lips, was sheer beauty. A work of art. His radiant body subdued me. I couldn't help or deny what I felt. He owned me. He possessed me. I was his slave. This was how it was meant to be.
Explanation
To say the least, interracial sex between men can be complicated. In these brief stories, I present what often goes on in black boys' minds, even if they are too ashamed to admit to their white partners. There is the epiphany (a moment of discovery), the secret longing that sometimes is acted upon, the fascination between young black boys and older white men, the experience of growing up with a bunch of horny black boys, and a scene you might stumble upon someday in the woods. Each of these stories reveals a little bit of the secret of the hidden thoughts and desires of many young black men and boys.
Secret Admirer
In high school, I stared at him from across the classroom. I didn't know what I wanted. I was lost in a daydream. I only knew that I needed to have the white boy inside of me. It didn't matter whether he shoved his dick into my mouth or my ass, I needed to feel his hot sperm inside my body. His culture dominated my mind, now I needed his cum to dominate my body. I didn't want to just suck his white cock, I wanted to worship it. I wanted to caress it with my lips and tongue. I wanted to make that boy feel like a prince, entitled to conquer the world. He could grab my dark body and use it to relieve his frustrations. That's what warm black bodies are good for, right?
Older White Men
Servitude to white boys led to servitude to white men. When I was seventeen, the fat, balding, middle-aged white manager of the convenience store I worked in took me into the back room. He had me drop my pants so he could fondle my long, black cock. He rubbed his hands over my smooth, teenage body. Then he had me drop to my knees and give him head. He placed his hands on my head, making me an obedient black boy as I sucked him off. I didn't protest. At that moment, I knew this was what older white men were entitled to. He shoved his cock in my ass, coating it with shit, then he stuck it in my mouth and said, "Taste your ass, boy." I tasted it.
He laughed with pride at my obedience and humiliation. He thought I only did it for the money, to stay employed in his store. He had no idea that when I went home each night to scrub his scent off of my young black body, I ended up stroking my raging teenage hard-on in the shower, muttering to myself, "Yes, Mr. White man. Fuck my unruly black ass. Fuck it good. Oh Yes, yes, yes." Then my young, black boy cock spewed cum in the shower that mixed with the soapy water. I watched as the soapy water mixed with cum spiraled down the drain. I couldn't get the old fat man out of my head. It felt right for him to use me that way. I replayed the experience of serving that old white man's cock over and over in my mind while stroking my dick and biting my lip. The man had power. He had authority.
Growing Up
Being a black boy means being most comfortable when you are naked. That's how we are raised. As kids, right up until we were teens, we had to share a bed with another boy. Sometimes there were two or three boys in the bed. We always warned the other boy not to "try anything homo," but being naked and huddled together, we couldn't resist the temptation to experiment when the lights were out. We could feel each other's smooth brown bodies. Our naked hard cocks demanded attention as they nestled against the smooth ass crack of the boy next to us, who had his back turned to conceal his own hard tool.
We were young boys with throbbing cocks and shapely black bodies, warm and hard. One of the older boys would pull out this fully erect cock. It looked mature, surrounded by all that pubic hair. He told one of the younger boys to suck him off. The younger boy looked disgusted as the manly smell of the older boy's teenage crotch filled the air. The older boy stuffed the younger boy's lips with it and before long, the younger boy had a mouth full of sticky cum. It was like a rite of passage. You became a man by tasting an older boy's cock or being fucked in the ass. Even straight boys couldn't resist a younger boy's smooth black ass.
Black boys love humiliation. We find nothing more arousing than watching one boy strip another naked and dominate him. That's probably why being used by middle-aged white men turns us on. Many white men know this too. On Saturday night they cruised downtown streets with fists full of cash. They collected horny black boys, straight and gay, lined them up against a wall according to skin color, like a flight of beer samples from ale to stout on a tray, and sucked each boy until he shot his load. We thought nothing of being naked in front of white men with cash. It was what they expected from us.
In The Woods
There must be a secret code between white men and black boys. There must be a secret way we understand each other. In high school, I passed through a park known for cruising. I pulled off my shirt and sat on a fallen tree to smoke a joint. Before long, a gray-haired white man stood in front of me. He silently unzipped his trousers and waved his hardening cock. I stared at it for a while, not knowing what to do. Then I slipped to my knees and started sucking him. His cock was about three inches and barely filled my mouth. His hairy belly covered my face. Although I was lean, young, and strong, I kept thinking, "He's entitled to this." He put his hands on his hips and looked down at the teenage black boy he had mastered. I repeated again, "He is entitled to this.
He sat on the fallen tree and spread his hairy legs, making me crawl between them and service him like a good obedient slave. My dick was throbbing hard as he assumed this air of dominance and ownership. He whispered, "Atta boy. Good boy. Suck that cock." Several men were attracted by the sight and made a circle around us, frigging themselves as they watched me service this white master. One of them said the quiet part out loud, "Suck that white cock, Nigger." They all paused and looked nervously to see what I would do. I sucked that man's cock even harder. I was surprised at how aroused I felt when I heard that rude command. That circle of white men watching a black boy on his knees, sucking an older white man's cock seemed like the most erotic thing a passerby could stumble upon in the woods.
Soon the man let out a sigh of passion. He tilted his neck back. His eyes rolled up into his head. His body shook with violent thrusts as he grunted and filled my mouth with his master seed. His cum flowed out of the sides of my thick, black lips but I knew better than to stop sucking or trying to wipe the man's cum off my face. I waited until the man was finished.
A few more thrusts of the white man's cock and the job was done. He pulled his dick from my lips, playfully slapped my dark face with it, and tucked it away in his pants. Still kneeling but sure the man had finished his business, I lowered my head and wiped my glistening cum-stained lips with the back of my hand. By now, much of the man's cum had already slid down my throat.