This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain racial slurs and sexual acts which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment.
One of the ways teenage boys get prepared by record producers to become big hip hop stars is for them to go to a "performers' training camp," out in the woods, for several weeks. Hopeful black mamas bring their teenage sons to the performers' camp with the expectation that one day these boys will become rich and famous rappers. The only problem is the performers camp can cost a lot of money, and most black mamas don't have enough money to pay for it.
Not to worry though, the producers of record labels have found ways to set up liberal terms for payment. Consider the story of Amos...
Amos' mom enrolled him in performers' camp -- of course, the first thing the staff of the camp suggested was that Amos would have to change his name to something like "T-Shawn" or "Wal-Leek," because "Amos" is not a name that carries very much street cred.
The camp staff consisted of teenage white males who had studied music and who knew how to write, so they could help the black boys put down their lyrics on paper. The white teenagers also knew all the ins and outs of the recording industry, including marketing and promotion. Young Amos, who was about 16 years old, was impressed by the white boys' knowledge of the "behind-the-scenes" business aspect of the hip hop industry and was eager to get started.
One of the counselors turned to Amos' mom, "How are you going to pay for this, Miss Robinson?"
"I don't know," the fat black woman said, smacking on a piece of chewing gum and making it pop in her mouth, "I wuz hopein' you could find a ways to work something out."
"I'm sure we can," the grinned the white teenager. He steered the older black woman into the finance office with two or three of his horny teenage buddies and they shut the door behind them.
Two of the counselors stood outside of the office with Amos. "So, you want to be a rapper, eh?"
"Yes," Amos said, staring wide eyed at the older, more knowledgeable teens. He took a deep breath of their clean smell as they towered over him; their chiseled bodies looked like white marble statues to the black boy. He was filled with excitement at the prospect of being around these handsome male role-models.
"Well," said one of boys staring down at him, "let's see how well you can use those lips."
The young black boy looked confused, "Where's the microphone?"
"You won't need a microphone," laughed the other white boy, "We want you to do this `unplugged." He pushed the startled boy down on his knees so that his eyes were level to their crotches. The camp counselor unfastened his pants and pulled out his thick cock. He waved it in the black boy's face.
"Your first test of musical talent is to see how well you can hum on this. Do you think you can give it a good hummer?" he laughed.
Amos' eyes grew wide with amazement. He had never seen a teenager's big white cock before. He thought that white boys had little cocks. Even though Amos wasn't gay, he began to feel his own black penis stiffen inside of his pants. He seemed awed by the purity of the white boy's fuck meat. He kissed it, as if in a trance, and watched the boy's cock grow harder and harder right in front of his face.
The teenager grabbed the boy by his head, and stuffed his thick cock inside the black boy's mouth. Amos almost gagged as it filled the back of his throat. He wanted to please the white boy so he tightened his lips around the boy's cock and didn't let it slip out of his mouth. He slowly began to suck on the teenager's cock, feeling it grow harder on his tongue. The white boy moaned.
"How does it feel?" his buddy whispered as he watched his friend getting a blow job while eagerly stroking his own adolescent cock.
"Awesome," came the reply. "It's so warm and moist. Those nigger lips really feel good sliding up and down my dick."
Just then the sounds of a woman screaming echoed from behind the closed doors of the financial office. Amos and the two white boys froze. They were startled by the noise.
It was Amos' mom, and she sounded like a female house slave "helping" her young master "make his bed" before sending him off to school in the morning.
"Oh my, oh my, oh my," the woman shouted to the sounds of heavy teenage thrusts, "I got a big white cock inside my black pussy."
"Yeah, take that cock Miss Robinson," came the white teenager's reply.
"Fuck her black pussy, Mike," the other boy chimed in, "I think she likes your big white cock breeding her body."
There were frantic grunts and groans and bumping in the finance room as the two horny white teenagers took turns ravishing the older black woman.
From outside, the two camp counselors, with Amos on his knees in front of them, could tell the black woman was getting a real work over. They quickly got back to work on Amos' lessons in performing "unplugged."
The sound of Amos' mom being serviced by the young teenage studs in the finance office made Amos suck the camp counselor's cock all that much harder. He was now sucking the teenager's cock with deep respect, seeing how easily their buddies were mounting his mama in the other room, using her for a black cock whore.
Amos looked up through the blond bush of pubes on the teenager he was sucking. He gazed at the boy's smooth white abs and chest. Then he looked over at the other boy and gazed at the boy's fierce blue eyes and his rosy cheeks. These white boys were like gods to young Amos. He was determined to serve them well so that he could get all they had to offer him.
He licked up and down the throbbing shaft of counselor who had his cock buried deep in young black boy's mouth. The counselor pushed the boy's head back, and shoved Amos' face over to his buddy's cock so that he could share the pleasure of having the boy's thick black lips massaging his dick.
As Amos serviced the second white boy his buddy grinned and said in almost a whisper, "You ever feel anything like that in your whole life?"
The boy's face was flushed with pleasure. "No, never! This is awesome. I've never had any jiggy lips on my cock like this before. I never knew what I was missing."
Amos sucked even harder, trying to please his new tutors. He thought, "Dese white boys gonna make me rich n' famous."
Amos rolled the white boy's cock around and around on his tongue, giving the boy just what he needed since it had been weeks since the boy had last seen his girlfriend, being squirreled away all summer teaching in this music camp. Amos licked the boy's blond nut sack, tasting the moist, intimate parts of the boy's budding young manhood.
The white teen seemed close to cumming. He pulled his cock out of the black boy's mouth and told the boy, "Drop your pants and pull your shorts down. Get on all fours. Get that black ass up in the air." Both white boys laughed.
Amos did as he was told; his shiny naked black body glistened under the intense lighting in the room. He jutted his ass out to grant the white boys easy access. Amos' dangling balls and nigger fuck meat were gently swinging under his ass crack.
One of the white boys mounted him. He fucked Amos' ass furiously, as if he were working off weeks of pent-up teenage sexual tension. Amos' black body rocked back and forth as he took the white boy's cock.
The boy, imitating what he had seen in his older brother's stash of porn movies, shouted, "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?" while he fucked the black boy's ass.
Amos paused and look confused, "I-I don't know," he answered helplessly.
"You're supposed to say, `You are! You're my daddy!" the white boy corrected him, losing his patience.
"Oh," said Amos. "You are. You're my daddy."
The white boy grabbed the back of Amos' neck and fucked him even more furiously.
He grabbed Amos' arms, and then wrapped his arms around the trunk of the black boy's body, admiring the boy's lean muscles and smooth skin. He relished the idea of having this tough, young inner-city black boy completely at his mercy.
"Take that cock," the teen repeated. All Amos could do was grunt in reply.
Just then the door to the financial office swung open and Amos' mom staggered out, guided by the two white teens who had been fucking her. A stream of jism ran down her leg.
At that moment, the teenager who was dominating Amos let out a loud groan and shot his load deep inside the black boy's body. Amos felt his body filling up with the white boy's warm sticky cum. The realization that a white boy had just shot his load inside of him made Amos spontaneously ejaculate. His nigger cock fired off spurts of cum all over his dark thighs, his chest and his belly. Some of his cum trickled in long, sticky strands onto the floor.
Amos' mama nearly swooned at the sight of her muscular teenage son, the man of her household, on his hands and knees with his dark body taking the white boy's cock. Her pussy got wet all over again.
She hoped that this was the beginning of great things for her household.
Those hopes were somewhat dashed when one of the teenagers standing beside her said, "Okay, that was a great trial run. It won't be official though, until we make a video of it."
One of the other teens chimed in, "Yeah, we don't want the talent to get too full of himself once he's up on the stage and women are throwing their panties at him while promoters are throwing dollars. We gotta have a leash so he won't wonder too far from the fold. The videos we make of him servicing our hard cocks will be our `leash' to keep him in line."
Amos and his mother were ushered out of the building -- Amos to his camp cabin, with all the other aspiring young black boys who want to be hip hop artists, and his mom to a cheap motel in a near-by town, where she could earn additional cash if she needed it to pay for Amos' lessons.
Amos and his mom where learning that his journey to hip-hop stardom would be a long, steep climb.