This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It may include descriptions of racially offensive sexual activities. If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.
Clemont was flipping through has favorite porn video site on the web. He was looking for hot black-on-black action, the way he liked it. He loved seeing bruthas gettin' their freak on with each other, handsome black bodies pounding each other with thick, long black cocks.
But out of the corner of his eye he saw an advertisement on the sidebar. It was an advertisement for videos showing white boys hunting down young thugs in the hood and fucking the shit out of their black asses.
Clemont tried the ignore the ad, insulted by the very notion that a real nigga from the hood would allow a white boy to make him suck his cock and then fuck that nigga's ass – inside his own neighborhood no less. "These people must be trippin,'" Clemont told himself as he tried to look away.
But looking away was something Clemont was finding hard to do.
The image on the advertisement held his attention and would let go of him. Over and over again the image showed a white boy shoving his cock down a black thug's throat while the thug knelt passively and took it. It was the ultimate in attitude adjustment and it made Clemont's dick get hard just by watching what was going down.
The image was on an endless loop, showing a white cock between a pair of thick black lips, pumping in and out for eternity. It was an image that was being burned into Clemont's mind and he couldn't get rid of it.
Other images showed a white cock in a boy's tight black ass, fucking the nigga over and over again without pausing. Clemont realized that it was what every cocky young black boy needed in order to give him a positive attitude and outlook on life.
But he was offended by these images. He felt that they were lodging in his mind, making him accept the idea that a white suburban cock was entitled to a black inner-city thug's mouth and ass. If you have money you can make anything happen and you don't have to be afraid of black thugs on the street. You can make them drop their trousers and bend to your will too.
Yes, Clemont was offended and angry by these thoughts, but all of his offense and anger could not conceal the fact that he was now sporting a big, thick hard-on that was motivated by these images of white boys fucking his black brothers so ruthlessly and treating them like trash once they were through with them.
Clemont stared at the images in the endless loop, allowing them to become deeply embedded in his mind. Deep within his consciousness he heard a voice whisper, "Yeah, that's the way it's supposed to be, those tough black thugs need to be tamed by those hung suburban white boys."
He clicked onto the site and watched the videos.
He told himself he was only watching to see just how outrageous and insulting these images were – he was watching out of curiosity, nothing more. He told himself these things, while he whipped out his stiff black cock out of his trousers and started stroking it.
The white boys in those video clips knew the score.
They were bragging that no matter how much of a homophobic front black boys confronted them with, once they waved some cash in their faces and promised to make them famous they would get down on their ashy knees and suck a white boy's cock for as long as the boy demanded.
Clemont stroked himself wildly in his passionate anger against such "racism."
The white boys fucked those niggas in their own hood, on their own turf, and the thugs – with their naked black asses hanging in the air, took it.
The white boys hunted down those black boys and fucked them in junk yards and rail yards, with a nigga sitting inside of an empty tire, naked except for his Timberlands, and his feet high in air while his black ass was being filled with white seed.
Clemont was beside himself with passion, breathing heavily and stroking his cock while he watched the videos.
He watched his angry brothers, overflowing with bad attitude, getting their asses ravished by suburban white boys with money.
He stroked himself harder and harder unable to suppress his naughty, guilty emotions.
He watched as a tough drug dealer was reduced to earning cash as a white boy grabbed his nappy head and smashed his face into the white boy's pubes while the drug dealer sucked on his ivory cock.
He watched suburban white boys fuck young black thugs in the ass – stripped naked, their dark bodies glistening with sweat in the sun while white boys used their black bodies like bitches greedy for extra cash.
He admitted as he stroked his cock, "That's what it takes to tame us black boys."
He watched black toughs pull down their trousers and bend over while a white boy shoved his cock up the young thug's ass, showing what it takes to break and tame a proud, cocky black boy from the hood.
Clemont stoked his cock and realized that there was nothing more arousing than watching street hardened niggas being forced to strip naked and have their mouths and asses pounded and used – and then tossed aside like yesterday's trash.
Aroused as he was by these scenes, nothing prepared Clemont from the sensations he would feel when he saw one black thug after another get his face splattered with hot jism from one of his suburban tormentor's cocks. The contrast between the thug's dark skin and the white boy's creamy jism pushed Clemont over the edge.
He gasped and moaned as he finally shot his load of cum all over his computer screen.
The sound of Clemont's skeet, as it repeatedly splattered against the screen in spurts, kept rhythm with the image of the white boy's cum splattering against the young black thug's dark face.
Clemont rested and caught his breath after all of this excitement. He knew his anger was justified. He had thoroughly examined the offensive images in the videos. He decided to subscribe to the web site so he could "research" the offensive material more thoroughly, as often as he needed to.
As he shut down his computer and closed his eyes he kept seeing the endless loop from the advertisement of black asses and mouths with big white cocks pushed inside of them.
In the darkness of his bedroom it was enough to make his dick hard all over again.