White Sunset 21
Andy's Reveries
Whilst Lukas was receiving his fully televised welcome to the Central Stables, Andy, who he was yet to meet, was back at the beach Resthouse recovering from his fucking by the police general. The head of the city's police had fucked him hard for over an hour and then let his adjutant have him while he watched and from time to time swatted the white boy's ass cheeks. After dinner, whilst Andy sucked the general's humungous black cock under the table, the cook was brought in to fuck him over the dining table. He was returned in a squad car, naked and full of African cum. He hadn't had access to a shower as his handlers were out and lay alone on his mattress in the outhouse. His mind turned to those first days when he had been used as white meat by his black fellow students...
Sometimes, especially at those times when it was clear he had been, or was going to be team-fucked by a group of blacks, Andy used to think a lot about his school and college days in Southern Africa. His cock stiffened when he remembered the black boys who had used him, an innocent white virgin boy, as part of successive school and college run "Racial Retraining Programmes". One of the first whiteboys to be signed over by his parents to the school for "Racial Retraining" he had gone on to be one of the very first experimental PodWhites – part of the effort to calm unruly black boys, and reduce the huge level of teenage pregnancies.. Everywhere he was taken young blacks used him as their first white sub, their first white fuck. They experimented on him, showed him off to their buddies, and fought over his white butt. And yet it seemed his training had never ended. Even now, when he visted Fola and his father, it seemed they thought of him as a trained puppy round the house, kept him naked and petted him, stroked him and disciplined him as they would their dog..
He remembered the pride he had when he first went to the formerly all-white High School, by then nearly wholly black, wearing the smart khaki shorts, long white socks, white shirt and red blazer and tie of one of the best schools in the area. He was a smart rich white boy with the world at his feet. Then he remembered as he had flushed with shame or embarrassment or both at the first furtive gropings by his black classmates in the back-row, during his second term, how they took turns to sit beside him so that they could, one after the other, push their hands up his shorts and explore inside his briefs, frigging his cock, feeling his balls and pulling him up from the seat to finger fuck his "white cunt". They got him to feel their hard black cocks. They pulled their cocks out of their shorts when the teacher was facing the board, and placed his hand on the pulsing black tools. He was amazed how much bigger and more developed their dark, black cocks were than his own - puny, white and laughable.
Then came the seminal moment, so to speak, when he had been taken behind the toilet block by Chris Mamposa, one of the prefects, and was persuaded by Mamposa to suck the long juicy black dick he had pulled out. He had firmly pushed the whiteboy to kneel in front of him. He could still remember the salty taste of the black tool, the musky smell, and the sticky thick white cum that shot over his chin, and down onto his shirt and shorts. Sessions with Chris became a regular event, though he was, after that first experience, now careful to swallow down all the evidence. The tall handsome prefect had promised to keep their sessions discrete, indeed had sworn Andy to secrecy. Chris began to explore the white ass and finger fucked him as he unloaded into the white boy's mouth. By the end of the week the prefectorial prick was being implanted deep in Andy's white asshole. He was fucked three times the next week. Then Chris had arrived at their usual rendez-vous with a fellow prefect. They took him into the empty changing rooms together, stripped him naked and took turns on him.
By the end of the school year he had been passed like a parcel from one black prefect to the next, until nearly all of them had been sucked off by the young whiteboy, sometimes quite openly in the Prefects' Room, and a small but significant number of them had got to know the huge pleasures of ploughing his tight but pleasingly accommodating whiteboy hole. Worse, his black classmates had found out what was going on, and he was being made to go down on them as well at every opportunity. They asked him to wear his short loose white cotton shorts to class so that they could feel him up more easily. They even started to fuck him in the back of the class when the master had left the room.
About that time he realised he wasn't the only whiteboy to be hauled off into the bushes, into quiet corners into storerooms and the empty day-time dormitories to service their horny black school-mates. The whites who didn't get used either tried to ignore what was happening in front of them or curried favour by trying to facilitate or even participate, During his third year, "Pods" were being formed at his school by a group of older boys, to "protect" their whiteboy. They were only emulating what was happening in other boys' schools. The first Pods in his school (the Red Hot Rastas, the SilvaNiggas, and the Black Mambas, with a little later Pod69, and the Black Enforcers) began their unsupervised and increasingly outrageous sessions after school. He remembered the first time the SilvaNiggas, the Pod which had claimed him, had ritually stripped him and made him suck them off in a circle jerk in Dormitory C. His face and hair covered in thick black-boy cum, he had to submit to a public caning on his butt by the two youngest black boys as the others continued to pump cum into his face. The fifteen blacks had then pissed over him in the dorm showers and left him to clean himself up.
A year later PodWhite uniforms had been introduced which left him half naked in class. The next term Pod sessions were timetabled into the actual schoolday, white boarders were moved to dormitories run by their Pod, and the names of their Pods were tatooed on to white butts.
He vividly remembered the first time he had been caned, butt naked and with his SilvaNiggas tattoo on the left cheek, in front of his laughing class, by his handsome young French teacher from Senegal. The 25 year old Senegalese had gone on to fuck him with his long smooth black cock in the lunch-hour He remembered the day he had been fucked by the Principal - who had caned him before and after fucking him on top of his desk, filling his white ass with his cum. The caning after the fucking had been particularly painful. He remembered also the daily class- room teasing and humiliations; the time when the other two white boys in class, scared of being Podded themselves, had been made to fuck him in front of rows of jeering blacks. He remembered the time, at the Christmas party (when he had first been given sexual stimulants) he saw clearly in his mind the queue of happy adolescent blacks including many of his class buddies lining up for his white ass. He remembered the fight there had been over him, the time when he had been almost pulled apart by competing groups of black.youths from other schools during the inter-schools sports.
As he remembered these events he always got hard as a rock, desperate for his next nigga cock.
His university entrance was forever imprinted on his mind. It didn't take long for him to realise why he has been given a full scholarship to the Spirit of Africa University or the SAU as it was known locally. The academic interview had, he thought, gone quite well and the three black professors (not as old as I expected, thought Andy, and good looking!) had asked him many questions. They followed up on his undoubted intellectual interests, his career ambitions, as well as his school reports. They said they were impressed by what the school had said about him and they clearly seemed to like him. Andy was somewhat formally dressed in smart khaki long trousers and a crisp white shirt and his school tie. One of them ruffled his blonde hair on the way out when he was passed to four student representatives "to see how well he would fit in" to the almost wholly black institution. They took him to the student residencies and into a small gym. They locked the door and stripped him. It wasn't so much how he would fit in with them, remembered Andy ruefully, but how well they could fit into him!
Most of all though now, oddly Andy missed the excitement of his time at the Black Eagle Bar. He wondered if Kofi and Rafiki were still behind the bar? Were they even now preparing young Tim for an upstairs session? He had liked Tim and hoped he was ok. He wondered how often Tim had been stretched over the bar tables by horny blacks and fucked in full view of the customers. Perhaps one day, Andy thought, he could his job back? What Andy didn't know was that, after he had been effectively sold to Resurgence, the Bar's owners had paid for two new 18 year old Pod Whites, David and Robert, from the local university student union. Like many whites, both boys had been expelled prematurely from college for poor academic performance – unsurprising as the demands of the majority black students' cocks were constant and onerous. Not for nothing were they known by their black fellow-students as the WCBs (White Cum Buckets). Robert and David were amongst the best looking and had, as 1st year students, following recommendations from their school Pods, been Podded for a year by the Student Union on campus. Whilst this had given both 18 year old whiteboys enormous experience in handling black dick, they had little or no other experience. The Student Union sold them for a very good price. They were not only experienced but also quick learners and total "NiggaSluts" - very popular with the Bar's black clientele, some of whom were their former professors and black colleagues at college. Robert in particular, due to his boyish good looks and superb ass, was often fucked full-on in the bar as part of the evening entertainment. He was more frequently hired as a "take out", often being taken back to the university for private functions. The Bar's black owners now thought that with their new white meat they didn't need Andy back - younger whiteboys, if talented, were always in more demand. Kofi the barman though often remembered him and invariably his Ghanaian prick hardened in his tight black trousers. At such times he usually got David to suck him off behind the bar.....
Andy also didn't know that his new owners, Africa Renaissance, intended to make more profit on his ass in quite another African country!
But more of that later, when we will also hear what happens when Andy finally meets Lukas!
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