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Subject: {ASSM} Tony and His Boy (Mm/racial slurs/ ass play)
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This is a work of fiction. This work is not intended to be read by
minors. None of the characters in it should be assumed to be minors. It
includes homosexual acts, humiliation and racial slurs. If you are
offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for something else to
read.

Jerome spent a hot afternoon shooting hoops on the outdoor basketball
court outside his high school. All afternoon, he and his young black
homeboys ran and jumped on the concrete that seemed to glow in the hot
noon sun.

The boys, themselves seemed to glow as their sweaty black skin
glistened. They ranged in color from a light tan to the deepest darkest
brown - a mixture of boys whose ancestors came from all parts of the
African jungle many years ago. They came from a place where their dicks
grew long and their balls filled up quickly with cum. They were hard
and fertile.

But jungle boys need a mentor to guide them. Jerome's mentor was a
white man named Tony, who lived on the other side of town. Tony just
moved into a new apartment and could the help of a tough young nigga
around the house to get settled in. They agreed to meet later in the
day - first Jerome and his buddies had to get in their daily game of
basketball.

So, there they were; tough, hard, young inner city black boys bumping
and rubbing up against each other as they scrambled to retrieve the
ball. Their funky nigger sweat made their bodies slide as they collided
into each other. When they had to hold each other to keep from falling
over, their sweaty bodies slid in a tight embrace as if they were
lovers on a dance floor. They got a good feel and smell of each
other's nigger sweat.

Sometimes all Jerome could see where tufts of nappy hair under the dark
arm pits of his buddies as he jumped beneath them, trying to snatch the
ball sway. He and the other boys got their faces covered with hot
ghetto underarm funk as an occupational hazard of the game - but they
didn't mind. They each tasted their share of young tuff thug nigga
sweat in their day. You gotta do that, if you wanna win the game.

The boys grunted and moaned as they slammed into each other and held on
to one another's bodies. Better to hold onto the firm muscled trunk
of strong young ghetto nigger, even if it kinda got you a little
excited and made you feel a little like a faggot, than to hit the
pavement and risk injuring an arm or a leg. All the better to get a
good whiff of your teammates and see what their black manhood smelled
like.

When Jerome and his buddies grabbed hold of each other on such
occasions, they could feel each others' thick long Mandingo cocks rub
against each other under their shorts - the same cocks they used to
service black hos in hot squeaking ghetto beds in the middle of the
night, with a baby crying for attention from its oversexed mother.

These same nigga cocks stuffed teen girl's pussies in the stairwell,
making them pregnant with yet another breed of tough little niggas.
They were the same thick black cocks that serviced white girls'
pussies before and after stops at the mall, when she showed her
"catch" off to her friends, making the jealous.

This afternoon, Jerome was covered with his buddies' funky jungle
sweat, plus a lot of sweat of his own. He'd had niggas slam into him
and lay on top of him in every position imaginable. Sometimes they
would accidentally hump each other, grinding their semi-hard Negroid
rods together, forgetting for a moment that they were both dudes and
that they were in a tough man's sport out in public instead of in the
privacy of their homes with their bytches, screwing on the floor.
Sometimes the stimulus of the nigger dick just takes over like that.

Jerome had to leave early, though, because he had planned the
rendezvous with his mentor, who was waiting for him.

Now, Tony was the horniest white man you've ever seen. Tony liked to
run, jog, and play tennis - so he kept in good shape. Jerome liked
that about him. Jerome respected physicality - it was the only thing
he could admire and subordinate himself to.

To look at Tony you wouldn't think he was gay; so when Jerome was
invited over to help his mentor unpack, with a few promises made on the
side that today would be the day Tony really took Jerome under his wing
and showed him how he could be a success in life, Jerome leaped at the
opportunity.

Tony knew that the tall, muscle-toned, smooth skinned sweaty young
black boy would be good for moving boxes and carrying things. He gave
the boy a beer so the boy could cool down - the nigger was still
sweating from his workout on the basketball court, and his quick dash
across town to get to Tony's apartment.

The white boy appreciated the Nigger's punctuality, which was
probably a first. Tony watched as the tall black boy gulped down the
can of beer and wiped his thick lips on his dark forearm. Tony and the
boy drank several more beers, and amused themselves by burping loudly
and doubling over with laughter.

Jerome told Tony he had to take a leak. Tony directed him to the
balcony where he could piss into the ally below. Tony watched as Jerome
whipped out his long thick nigger cock and let out a yellow stream that
arched high into the air before it landed in the ally below. Tony got a
wicked expression on his face. "I gotta piss too," he said. He
unzipped his pants and whipped out his white cock.

Jerome watched to see how high Tony could arch his urine, but to the
nigger boy's surprise Tony turned and pissed all over Jerome's
shirt and pants.

"Oh my bad! My bad!" Tony shouted while laughing, "I'm such a
bad aim. That's why they never let me on the basketball court. I
guess you'll have to change out of those clothes. Pull them off for
me and I'll wash them for you."

Jerome glared at his mentor, "Muthafucka; these be my new FUBU jeans
and t-shirt and my new pair of sneakers. What the fuck you gotta piss
all ovah a nigga for?"

Tony kept laughing, "I'm sorry, but you looked so funny getting
hosed down by my white cock. You should have seen your lips flapping
and your eyes bugging out of your head. It's just too damn funny.
Niggers look so funny getting hosed down by the white man's piss."

Jerome looked embarrassed at the comment and pulled off his t-shirt and
jeans. He stood on the balcony wearing only his boxer shorts. His
strong, young, dark Mandingo body glistened in the sun. Tony eyed the
boy up and down. He reached under the boy's boxer shorts and rubbed
the nigger's low-hanging hairy young balls. "You've got good
sized melons there, nigga - I bet you shoot a lot of cum."

Jerome was taken aback by the comment, but he noticed that his dick was
getting hard.

Tony kept feeling the black boy's balls and eyeing his smooth naked
chest, abs and belly button. He was hypnotized by the boy's smooth
dark rich skin. "Hmm, somebody's gotta wash the piss off your body.
Since I don't have a rag handy, let me do it with my tongue."

The black ghetto boy's eyes got wide, but before he could protest
Tony leaned into him and began to lick the boy clean like a mother cat
cleaning her little kittens. Tony's hot wet tongue felt good on the
black boy's body. Before Tony knew it, he saw the boy's hard nigger
cock poking its way through his boxer shorts. That nigger's prick was
standing fully at attention.

Tony yanked down the boy's boxer shorts, "I've gotta taste some
of the jigaboo dick, nigga."

Jerome was too aroused to be offended or to try to stop him. Tony sank
to his knees and washed the nigger's nutts with his tongue. He tasted
that potent ghetto boy nut sweat - the sweat that builds under
colored boys' sacs as their balls fill up with thick jigaboo cum.
Tony pushed his head further between the boy's thighs and began
licking the black boy's ass crack.

The nigger's dick jumped and squirted pre-cum, "Dayum, white boy
- dat shyt feel real good. Keep tossin' dat salad. I like dat."

Tony tossed the nigger's salad good, tasting ghetto shit-stained ass
crack and the boy's tight black butt hole. Jerome's nigger dick
spilled out more boy pre-cum as Tony went to town on his firm young
ass.

Jerome's dick was dying for attention. "Suck my dick, man. Suck my
dick."

As much as he wanted to, Tony wouldn't do it. He wanted to keep the
boy under his control. "No, Jiggaboo - here's what I want you to
do. I want you to get on your knees while I bend over so you can lick
my honkey arm pits like a good little jungle bunny."

Jerome looked embarrassed, but Tony had gotten him so aroused he
didn't want to stop now. The colored boy sank to his knees and licked
the white man's funky arm pits. Tony let out a deep moan, "Ohh that
feels good. Yeahhh, I like that that."

Tony turned around, "Now lick that white ass." Jerome shoved his
face in his mentor's white ass and started licking and kissing it. He
stuck his tongue in the man's white hole and licked inside the walls
of the white man's butt.

Tony undid his belt and his hard cock popped out. He always admired
niggers' thick black lips and wondered how they would feel on his
throbbing hard cock. "Get your lips on that white cock, boy -
I've decided that you can be my protégé and learn from me, but you
gotta service this white man's cock to show that you are worthy."

Jerome had always wanted Tony to take him under his wing, so he
couldn't pass up this chance to ingratiate himself to his new master.
Besides, he kind of liked the idea of submitting to the power of a
white man's dick.

Jerome sucked the man's cock and balls in earnest. He rubbed his
thick spongy lips up and down the white man's hard shaft, and
polished his mentor's knob with his thick wet ghetto tongue. Tony
moaned, "Yeah, that's it boy. You know what's good for you. Suck
that white man's dick."

This made Jerome suck even harder. He bobbed up and down on his
mentor's cock, slurping and slobbering as he took as much of the
man's cock as he could stuff in his mouth.

Tony balled up his fists, with his arms dangling on his sides, "Yeah
- suck that dick. Give yur mentor a blow job with those jigaboo
lips."

Jerome bobbed his head on Tony's hard white cock, and licked under
his balls and in his lower ass crack.

Tony turned around and rubbed his shit hole in the black boy's face
- not that anyone would notice. He grabbed the boy by the back of his
nappy head and pushed his shit stained ass all over the colored boy's
nose, mouth and chin.

"Yeah, black boy! Eat that shit!"

Jerome dutifully ate his mentor's shit up.

Jerome stroked as he sucked on his mentor's white ass. Before he
could stop himself he entered into an orgasm and humped load after load
of hot nigger jizz into his hand and all over Tony's new floor.

Wave after wave of fresh ghetto boy cum shot out of that nigger's
penis. Tony had never seen so much cum from one boy's cock in his
life. "Wow! You black boys really do know how to produce a lot of
cum!"

The sight and smell of all of that pungent youthful cum, and the
nigger's hot tongue embedded in his ass, made Tony fire off his own
load of cum all over his couch and a chair. Tony's body convulsed as
he continued to fire cum. His body was out of control. The smell of the
nigger boy's cum sent him in a tizzy of orgasms.

When both guys were finished they collapsed on the floor in an
apartment reeking with sweat and masculine sex smells. They lay there,
staring in each other's eyes - their mouths only a breath apart.

Jerome's voice was nearly a whisper, "Did I pass muster? You gonna
keep me as your mentee and train me real good?"

Tony just smiled and rubbed his hand over the boy's body. "You did
just fine."

The two slid closer and let their sweat and cum mingle in their
embrace.

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