This is a story about young men sex. The ages are not specific but it is implied that the main character is high school age. If you don't like that DON'T read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, and am I in no way admonishing or encouraging anything with this fictional work. Read only with pure pleasure in mind. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to whiteboyzbottom@gmail.com or if you would like to chat with me you can reach me at AIM at whiteboyzbottom.
The Long Walk Home part 1
Dante is walking home from school alone on the dirt road. He is cursing Jim, John, and Peter for messing with him after school and making him miss his school bus. Now he has to walk the five miles to his house. Sure he could have stayed at school and waited for the activity bus but that would be three hours and then he would have to deal with the football players. Dante hated his school and everyone in it. He was one of the only black kids in the school thanks to his Mom moving to this shit stain of a town. She had grown up there and because she had recently been laid off from her job at the plant, they had to pack up their two bedroom house outside Atlanta and move to Buford, GA. He knew from the first day that he would hate the place. It was a small town and a lot of people lived on dirt roads, including his grandfather, who was a white man. Dante was the product of an interracial relationship. He never knew his father, who was black. The man had taken off no sooner than finding out that his prom date was pregnant.
Dante's grandfather cursed his daughter for being stupid enough to not only go out with a nigger, but then to get knocked up by one too. She left home to have her baby and struggled from that day since. She wasn't thrilled about having to go home after losing her job, but she was desperate and she had her son to think about. William Tate, Dante's grandfather, was an old school type of man. He worked at a manufacturing plant still, at age 66 and had no intention of retiring any time soon. He hated the idea of sitting at home wathing TV or worse, being forced to move to a senior community. The closest place was not even in Buford, it was in Stockton, which was 80 miles away.
Dante is thinking about everything as he walks along the dirt road. He knew it was a short cut because Grandpa Willie had driven him to school that way once. They didn't have much of a relationship, but Willie was at least cordial to his only grandson. The sun is out and blazing. Summers in Buford, GA can be a real bitch with temperatures easily reaching 100 degrees. Today, the temperature was about 96 degrees. Dante was sweating heavily as he walked along with his backpack on his back. He had a bottle of water that he had bought from a vending machine in the cafeteria after he realized that he had already missed his bus. He knew he would need it for the long walk. The road was all red clay and there were thick, tall oak trees that lined each side. As he takes another swig from his water bottle, a pick up truck pulls up next to him, kicking up a cloud of dirt in its path.
"Say boy, hop in here," a voice yells.
Dante takes a look and sees two white boys in the truck. They look like they are in their late teens, but definitely not high school age. He thought for a second if he should be excepting rides from strangers, but the heat made him a little more relaxed. The passenger hops out and holds the door open for Dante to get in. He grabs Dante's bag and throws it in the back of the truck before Dante even has a chance to protest. All three are in the front seat of the truck sitting pretty close to each other.
"I'm Randy, and this here is my younger brother Rusty. What you doing out here on this road walking in this heat boy. You have a death wish or something?" asked the driver.
"No, I, missed my bus and thought I would take a short cut home," said Dante trying not to seem like he was scared, which he was.
"Aint too many places you can get to from this road. Where you stay boy?" asked Rusty.
"Out off Riverbrook Road," said Dante nervously.
"Riverbrook Road? Damn, that's far. You was gonna walk that whole way?" asked Rusty.
"Who do you live with out on Riverbrook Road?" asked Randy.
"My grandfather," said Dante.
"I don't remember no colored folks living off Riverbrook Road now. You sure about that boy? You aren't lying to us are you?" asked Randy.
"Uh no, I'm not. My grandfather is Willie, William Tate," said Dante.
"Well I'll be damned! Rusty, you believe this? You remember Ol Kooter right? You believe this here is his grandson?" asked Randy.
"Can't be. I aint never heard Kooter talk about no colored grandson. No SIR. I think this nigger's foolin us," said Rusty.
"I think you right Rusty. Aint nothing I hate more than a lying nigger," said Randy.
Now Dante was really scared. The two seemed to have moved even closer to him now. They both winked at each other and locked their doors simultaneously. Dante was visibly scared now. "I"m not lying guys, please just let me out. I'll walk," said Dante.
"Too late boy! I think my brother and I are gonna have to teach you about lying. Pull over Randy," said Rusty.
"You got it bro," said Randy.
He pulled over into a path that led deeper into the woods. Anyone just driving by would not even know they were there. Dante tried to jump for the door, but Randy grabbed him from behind with his right arm, unlocked and opened the door with his left and dragged Dante out of the truck. Then he pushed Dante to the ground. Rusty gave Dante a quick kick to the gut. Dante balled up and threw up his hands pleading with the two not to hurt him.
"Get on your knees nigger. I got something to clean out that lying mouth of yours," said Randy. Dante didn't move. Rusty gave Dante another kick, this time on his side.
"I know you hear my brother talking to you nigger. Get on your knees and look at us or things are gonna get real rough for you. Do you want that? I don't think you do," said Rusty.
Dante immediately obeyed this time. He rolled over on his knees and looked up. the sun was in his eyes peaking through the trees, but he could see that both Randy and Rusty had their pants and underwear down underneath their butts. Two identical looking cocks were pointed right at Dante's face. They were both about 9 inches long and the head was considerably larger and pink in color.
"Open your mouth nigger! This is gonna help," said Randy.
"No please, don't. I'm not a fag," said Dante.
"Neither are we. But see my brother and I have a problem with niggers lying to us and we think that us washing out your filthy mouth with some good clean white man piss will help you tell the truth from now on," said Randy.
"But I'm not lying. Willie is my grandfather. My mom is his daughter, his only daughter," said Dante.
"His daughter died. That's what he told everybody in town. This nigger thinks we're stupid," said Randy.
Rusty slapped Dante hard across the face. Dante's ears were ringing from the pain. He figured there was no reason to try and convince these guys and he was tired of getting beat, so he obediently opened his mouth. Randy stepped up to Dante and grabbed the back of Dante's head with his left hand. He massaged his cock with his right hand. Then, Randy threw his head back and let loose. The urine flowed into his mouth freely. Randy stopped when he saw that Dante's mouth was full.
"Now swish that around nigger, and clean all those filthy lies out," said Rusty.
Dante did as he was told. The scent was strong, but he closed his eyes and swished the urine around in his mouth. He did that three times. Randy still had his hand on the back of Dante's neck, but now he was rubbing his head and slapping his dick across his face. "Now swallow," said Randy.
Dante's eyes opened wide, his mouth still full with Randy's urine. Rusty balled up a fist and shook it at Dante. Dante swallowed. Randy forced his cock back in Dante's mouth again and filled it up with urine. This time he said for Dante to just swallow it directly. Dante tried to swallow what he could, but he chocked a few times. Randy filled up his mouth two more times before he was out of urine. Then Randy took a step back as Rusty steped forward. Just as before with Randy, Rusty filled Dante's mouth with urine four times, and each time he told Dante to swallow. Now that the two boys had emptied their bladders, Dante thought that they would let him go. Rusty and Randy had no intention of letting Dante go anytime soon. Rusty told Dante to open his mouth again. Dante thought that he still had to piss, but this time, Rusty simply slid his hard cock into Dante's mouth. Dante couldn't do or say anything as he kneeled there in the dirt with his mouth full of cock.
"Now we're gonna show you what niggers are good for," said Rusty. "Suck my cock." Dante didn't know what to do so he just licked the cock. Rusty was not satisfied.
"I'm gonna tell you how to suck a white man's cock nigger cause I can see you are new at this. Rusty here has got his cock in your mouth and what you are gonna do is service him," said Randy who was standing only a few feet away massaging his own cock.
"There are rules involved boy. Rule number one, when a white man pulls out his cock, you kneel and take it in your mouth. Rule number two, this is your job as a nigger to service white man so you have to do all the work. Rule number three, be energetic about it. No white man wants a lazy suck or a nigger who thinks he's too good to do what he was born to do. Get it nigger? Now get to work on my cock," said Rusty.
Dante went to work on the younger brother's cock. He played with Rusty's balls and let the entire length of the cock slide out of his mouth before taking it all the way back inside. He tried desperately to get him off quickly, hoping that his attack would be over soon so he could go home. Dante tried to swallow the long banana sized cock. He choked a few times and tears streamed his face but soon he was taking Rusty all the way in to where Rusty's balls would meet his chin.
"This nigger learns fast," said Rusty.
"Damn right. I can't wait to get my cock in that black throat," said Randy.
"Well big brother, let's move this little party further into the woods. See that tree stump over there?" asked Rusty.
"You got it! Come along nigger," said Randy dragging Dante by his shirt collar.
Once at the spot, Randy pulls off Dante's shirt with one tug. He then pushes Dante, face first, over the tree stump. Randy then walks around the stump and shoves his cock in Dante's mouth. Surprised, Dante chokes at first, but a minute later his throat has adjusted and he is eagerly sucking on Randy's dick like he was with Rusty. Rusty is now in Randy's place behind Dante pulling at his jeans. Dante protests, but his mouth is full with Randy's cock preventing him from talking. All three are on their knees on the grass. Rusty uses his weight to push Dante down and restrict him from moving. In seconds, Dante's pants and underwear are around his ankles, restricting him from moving his legs around. Dante feels Rusty's hard sweaty chest on his back and his cock planted between his legs. Rusty wets two fingers and uses them to lubricate and massage Dante's hole. Dante groans from the pain. Randy is now assaulting his throat.
"Come on nigger, you had to know we were gonna take that ass too," said Rusty, as Dante continued to struggle pointlessly.
Rusty wets his finger tips again and then slides them inside Dante's hole again. After a few more times, Dante's sphincter muscles had relaxed considerably and Rusty now began to slide his cock in the opening. The pain was excruciating and Dante felt as if someone were ripping his insides. He screamed, but the sound was muffled by Randy's cock still planted in the back of his throat. Randy had passed the tonsils and was now massaging the back of Dante's throat. The two men laughed while they raped Dante. They had intended to do this to Dante from the moment they saw him walking in the distance along the dirt road. They knew Ol Kooter because Randy used to work with him at the plant, and everyone in town knew that Ol Kooter's daughter had gotten knocked up by some nigger and then left town and had the baby. Buford was a small town and you couldn't shit without people knowing the color of it or the time and place you did it. It was Dante's fault for being naive enough to get into a truck with strangers. Randy felt like he was teaching the boy a lesson. Rusty, always being the more sadistic and cruel of the two, just wanted to fuck something. They couldn't pass up on Dante. He was a very cute young nigger, no more than 14 or 15 at the most. He was short and pretty small, so there was no way he could have fought off one of the brothers, let alone both together.
Rusty continued his assault on Dante's virgin ass. Dante had found a way to adjust to the pain by pushing out and meeting Rusty's strokes. That seemed to hurt a lot less. Rusty grabbed Dante's waist and pounded away until he felt his nut rise up through his balls to the base of his dick and then, he let loose. After ensuring the last of his cum, he pulled out of Dante's now wet and slimy hole. Randy was reaching his own climax as he rammed his cock in and out of Dante's mouth and throat. Dante was close to passing out at this point. Dante felt the first of four injections, each aimed at the back of his throat. He tried to swallow the mess, but he couldn't, and he choked. Randy and Rusty had both gotten up and were heading back to the truck. Randy hopped into the driver seat. Rusty pulled Dante's backpack out of the back of the truck and threw it in Dante's direction. He then hopped in the passenger seat and the two sped off. Dante was still choking, lying on the ground as Rusty and Randy drove off. Cum spilled from out of his mouth and his ass as he lay there unable to move.