White Boy In The Upstairs Apartment
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 teenage memories should find other entertainment. Please send all feedback to Evan Williams, classic14rider@gmail.com.
I have a secret. When I was a teenager, I used to sneak up to a white boy's apartment who lived above me, and we spent hours together playing "master" and "slave." It started innocently enough when both of us were in the early stages of adolescence. His parents had gone out for the evening, and my mother had gone down the block to see her boyfriend. We were alone and bored. The white boy looked at me, his blue eyes peering into my soul as he brushed aside his golden curly bangs covering his forehead and said, "Why don't we pretend we are auctioning slaves?"
This was a good idea, but there were only two of us. Where would we find slaves we could auction? He thought for a minute. "Well, since you're the only one who looks like a slave, I guess I'll have to be the buyer at the auction." This seemed reasonable. He had me strip naked and stand on a kitchen chair as if I was on an auction block. I removed all my clothes and stood on a chair in the middle of the room while he walked around, inspecting my naked black body. He ran his hands over my smooth, toned arms and legs and got a hungry look in his eyes.
He got into his role, bouncing my young black testicles in his palm, and said, "Hmmm, I see this nigger's got big, healthy balls. He'll be good for breeding slave women." We both laughed, but my dick got hard. He walked behind me and rubbed his hands over my smooth black ass, separating my ass cheeks with his fingers and probing my butt hole. "Nice ass," he said, "No infections in there." We laughed some more.
Suddenly, he breathed heavily and grabbed his crotch through his pants. I breathed heavily, too. Neither of us knew what was coming over us. We both got wild looks in our eyes. He started stroking my cock and shoving his finger in my ass more violently, "Let's see if I can make this nigger slave boy cum." My young teenage cock was fully erect. I swallowed hard, trying not to be aroused. It was no use. I was putty in his hands. "You niggers are nasty," he whispered as he grabbed his crotch, "All you ever think about is sex. No wonder you were slaves." I shook my head as if to deny it, but my heavy breathing and hard cock told a different story.
My face grew hot with embarrassment. I dropped my head in shame. I thought maybe it was true; maybe all us niggers can't think about anything but sex. I bit my lower lip as the white boy played with my cock like a toy. "You horny slave," he said as he fondled my balls and ass, "No wonder you niggers have so many children." He groped the most intimate parts of my body. There was nothing I could do to stop him. Even worse, there was nothing I wanted to do.
His hands ran up and down the sides of my torso. He inspected my armpits and ran his fingers through my kinky hair. "Gawd, you people are sexual beasts," he said in astonishment as he clutched his crotch. He pulled me down from the chair and stripped off his clothes. Now, he was naked like me. "You people are a corrupting influence," he said, using words I thought had come from something he overheard or read. He put his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel in front of him. My mind resented it, but my heart went wild with excitement.
I faced his smooth white belly and gentle wisps of blond hair below his navel and pubes. "This boy is Thor, the thunder god," I told myself. Suddenly, he shoved his throbbing red cock in my face, "Suck my dick, you nigger. Maybe it will civilize you." I hesitated but then started sucking. I had that young, Nordic god's cock in my mouth and never felt so peaceful.
Meanwhile, my cock got so hard it hurt. "Maybe this white boy's cum can really civilize me," I thought. The smell of his fresh, young body filled my nostrils. The earthy taste of his flesh made my heart race even faster. Before I could stop myself, I was sucking furiously on that white boy's cock and massaging his shaft with my tongue. I wanted him to like me. He moaned softly and grabbed my head, forcing me to suck even harder. His white flesh in my mouth made me want nothing more than to bring this white boy to a violent orgasm.
He gasped, "Oh, those thick black lips, I never thought it would be this good." He held my head firmly and humped wildly. There was no pacing, no rhythm, just raw passion, like any horny teenage boy. He needed a black boy's mouth to get off. He had a driving need, and I was there to take care of it. He furiously fucked my face, making drops of saliva squirt from the sides of my mouth. His rough motions caused abrasions on my lips and nose. His pubes felt like sandpaper against my face.
The young thunder god let out a loud squeal and flooded my mouth with wave after wave of his sweet, salty cum. His cock twitched, pumping teenage white boy cum down my throat. I savored the taste of it, confident it would civilize me, confident it would make me white.
Once his body was spent, he pushed my head to the side, and I fell on the floor, feverishly stroking my dark teenage cock and silently worshipping the blond-haired boy's smooth white body.
It didn't take long for him to recover. He led me to his parents' private bathroom and made me lie in their tub. With a mischievous grin, he whispered, "You're gonna love what happens next." He stood over me and released a warm, yellow piss all over my brown skin. His urine splashed against my arms, chest, face, and hair. My dark skin glistened in the white boy's urine. It had a heavy, pungent odor. I didn't like it. But I was surprised when I noticed I was aroused by the thought of this white boy pissing all over me. Once he was finished and admired his work, he hosed me down with the shower and led me to his bedroom, where he had another bright idea.
He tied me to his bedposts with belt straps, face-down on his mattress, and climbed on top of me. His blue eyes, which once seemed like peaceful water, now looked hard and cold like steel. He forced his cock inside my tight brown ass. "You're snug and warm," he whispered. Then, he fucked me hard. I felt his thick white cock make my entire body rock. "Take that white cock in your ass, nigger," he growled. I was aroused and thoroughly conquered. I was aroused by being helpless. He wrapped his arms around me and fucked my ass like a beast. It must have been a beautiful sight to see his naked white body plowing a black slave boy beneath him. My ass tightened with the thrusts of his cock. He moaned loudly, and his cock twitched once more and dumped loads of cum inside my body. I was honored.
When the slave auction was over, knowing his parents would be home soon, I crept back down the stairs to my mom's apartment. My ass was a sticky mess, and my mouth was full of the taste of sweaty saltiness from the white boy's cock. But oh, what a feeling. I never felt so alive as I felt that night. That white boy set me free.
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