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Subject: {ASSM} Closing the Education Gap: On the Difficult Task of Preparing Black Boys to Learn
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This is a work of fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It includes
acts of violent non-consensual homosexual sex between an adult and a
teenager. It also contains racial slurs. If you are offended by this
kind of erotic fantasy, please search for something else to read.

Now, having gotten all of that out of the way, let's get on with our
story.

Sometimes it's disturbing the things you have to do in order to tutor
black boys from the inner city so that they can pass their exams to
graduate from high school. I thought I would enjoy my work. I was
wrapped up in the romantic ideal of passing on knowledge to eager young
minds from the ghetto, minds that had been deprived of opportunities
and had gotten bad breaks in life. What I have found, instead, is that
at least 75% of my time was focused on discipline and breaking these
black boys' defiant attitude. It's almost as though they dare me to
make them learn.

Through trial and error, however, I have learned how to break down
their negative psychology and get through to them. My psychological
method combines changing the boy's mind by making a physical
impression on his body. I stumbled on this method accidentally.

The first black boy I ever got through to using this method was
slouching at a table in my after school program. This 16 year-old
defiant youth was listening to some kind of urban jungle beat on his
Ipod, and he had the volume up so loud even I could hear it. Although I
was standing right in front of him, he decided to pretend I wasn't
even there. I slammed my text book down in front of him and the boy
jumped, then mumbled "muthafucka..." and went back to bobbing his
head to the savage music as if I wasn't even there.

 I stared at the boy, who seemed to be contented with his ignorance.
Impatience welled up inside of me. I ripped the earphones out of his
ears. "Do you want to be a stupid lazy Nigga for the rest of your
life, hanging out on street corners and getting into trouble, or do you
want to learn something and get ahead?"

The boy glared at me as if I were about to become a dead man.

"You may not appreciate my blunt talk, but I don't appreciate you
wasting my time and your potential by listening to that 'music'
when could be studying and getting ahead."

The black boy got defensive, "Well, muthafucka, you don't have to
call me no 'Nigga' n' shit."

I shook my head in disbelief, "I'm calling you what you like to be
called, 'homeboy.' I'm calling you what you call yourself. Now
put that Ipod away and let's get down to work."

He wasn't having it, "Muthafucka, it's different when a Nigga
calls another Nigga a Nigga n' shit - but a teacher aint supposed
to call a Nigga no Nigga - n' especially no white teacher at
that."

I grabbed the back of one of chairs so tight that my knuckles became
white. "Will you listen to yourself? Will you just pause for a moment
and listen to yourself?"

The boy had a quizzical look on his face as if he were trying to figure
out what he had said wrong.

"I ought to take your foul mouth and wash it out with a big white
cock instead of soap.  That may be the only way to get it clean. You
need to clean up your language and learn how to address your superiors
with respect."

The boy twisted and turned in his seat with agitation. He batted his
eyes wildly, "Superiors? Muthafucka what the fuck you think this is,
the 1950s? I ougta shove my foot up yo ass. What you talkin' all that
faggot shit for anyways? Talkin' bout shovin' yo dick in my mouth.
You aint gonna shove shit in my mouth. You aint even supposed to talk
that way to your students. I'ma report yo white muthafuckin ass."

I felt my stomach burn and my muscles grow tense. I took a deep breath
and silently counted to 15 to try to regain my composure. I exhaled,
feeling a little more calm - but not much. I tried to steady my voice
and repress the anger.

"When I said 'superior' I was referring to my age, not your race.
You don't have any discipline, or respect for others, or
self-respect..."

"Muthafucka, what you know about my self-respect? What you know about
bein' black?"

I tried to take another deep breath but the words rushed to my lips
before I could finish counting, "You little snot-nosed Nigger, I
should ram my dick down your throat and make you gag on it just to shut
your ignorant monkey ass up."

The boy swirled from side to side in his chair, waving his arms wildly,
as if he had suddenly become disoriented. All he could do was manage a
high-pitched squeal, "Muthafucka..."

I don't know what came over me. I looked at that black boy spinning
there, flapping his arms and his lips and giving me attitude; I thought
about all the time I had wasted trying to make boys like this learn -
and suddenly it all came to head; I couldn't take it any more.
Something inside of me snapped.

I grabbed the Nigger by his shoulders and ripped the sweater off of his
back. The boy looked shocked. I was shocked too - but having pushed
things this far, something inside of me told me not to back down but to
see this through to the end. I tugged his T-shirt and ripped that off
of his body too. The boy was stunned - his smooth bare chest and
toned dark brown body heaved in a frenzied state of fear. His eyes were
wide.

I looked at that boy's smooth dark muscle-toned skin and felt my dick
grow hard in my pants.

He eyed me in disbelief, "Wh-What you gonna do?"

I grabbed him by the throat and tightened by grip, threatening to cut
off his air passage, "I'll tell you want I'm going to do."

With one hand I pressed harder on his throat, causing him to gasp and
struggle for air. With the other hand I undid my belt and pants and let
my dick spring out. My dick bobbed and waved in the air in front of the
boy. My hard white cock floated in the black boy's face and was aimed
directly at his mouth, like a spear about to impale its prey.

I pulled on the back of his thick bush of nappy uncombed hair.
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you the
only kind of 'education' you can understand. I'm going to clean
out your foul nasty black mouth with my thick white cock - that's
what I'm going to do. I'm going to use my dick like a bar of soap
down your throat."

The boy looked insulted, but I didn't give him time to think about
it. I yanked his face up to my hard cock and pushed the dick head
through his thick lips. "Suck on that cock, boy - and you better
not bite or I'll chock your Nigger ass to death and claim it was in
self-defense."

"Man, you aint supposed to do shit like this..." But I cut his air
off.

"You're right. I'm not. So consider me a psycho. You better do
whatever I say because I'm crazy." I giggled insanely for added
effect. "I'm a crazy assed white man who's about to make a Nigger
give him the blow job of his life. If you don't do what I say
you'll wind up as the proudest dead Nigger in the ghetto."

The boy eyed my throbbing white cock with bulging and fearful eyes. I
tightened my grip on his throat, cutting off more of his air. He slowly
leaned forward and allowed my dick to slide between his thick lips.

"Yeah, that's it boy. Wrap those Nigger lips around that hard white
cock. Suck on that dick like it's a watermelon flavored Jolly
Rancher."

The boy slowly worked his lips up and down the hard shaft of my cock. I
couldn't believe how good that boy's lips felt on my dick. I let
out a loud, involuntary sigh. I had never felt anything like that
before. It never occurred to me that a Nigger could give such a good
blow job.

He began bobbing his nappy head on my hard cock. I held him by the
shoulders and pushed into him, then pulled back and thrust back inside
his mouth again. I humped his face violently, making him take my cock.

"Yeah, submit to the power. Suck that hard cock, boy. Let me know you
love it."

The boy sucked harder. My cock throbbed hard in that black boy's
mouth. I watched as slobber drooled from his lips and the shaft of my
cock. He closed his eyes as his face brushed against my pubes.

"Take it down, boy. Take that white cock all the way down."

The insolent boy dutifully worked his mouth on my cock. He bobbed his
head as his lips ran up and down the shaft - from the base to the
throbbing reddened cock head. He seemed to involuntarily twitch in his
seat. He grabbed his own cock through his baggy pants as he continued
to work his lips on my dick.

"Yeah, suck it, boy - suck it. Suck that white cock."

My balls slapped his slobber-coated chin. I moved my hands up to the
back of his nappy head and pushed his face tight against my pubes,
forcing my throbbing member deep down the boy's throat. I felt my
cock leaking pre-cum on this tough Nigger boy's tongue - coating it
with the first hint of the seed that would educate him.

"Yeah, work your mouth on that dick, boy. Suck that dick and let it
make you smarter."

I felt as though I was maybe getting through to the black boy. His hard
exterior seemed to be giving way a little bit to this masculine
approach to education. I began to appreciate the possible merits of
single-sex education. Maybe we ill-serve black boys by giving them
female instructors and surrounding them with girls in the classroom.
Maybe what they really need is a hot rod of hard manhood shoved down
their throats. There are some things that only males can teach other
males.

The boy gagged a little and his mouth drooled with saliva and precum.
He tried to mumble something, but I couldn't make it out since my
thick cock was stuffed in his mouth.

I marveled at the hard-headedness of this boy - I marveled at the
force it required to break through his tough exterior. I felt a violent
urge to break through that hardness. I grabbed two fist-fulls of his
nappy hair and rammed my cock deeper in his throat. I thrust in his
mouth savagely. I felt I had to forcibly break through that Nigger's
shell of indifference.

"Yeah, suck it boy, suck it. Suck that hard white cock like you love
what's about to come out of it."

The Nigger slurped and grunted. With every violent thrust of my hips
the black boy's face jerked back and forth. He seemed to accept the
violent intrusion into his mouth, but he still offered a façade of
resistance. Nonetheless, his lips made a nice moist seal around my
blood-gorged member. I was turning that city-hardened colored boy into
a good obedient cocksucker.

I became overwhelmed with violent passion. I pushed my cock down the
boy's throat and humped wildly, losing all sense of time and place. I
tossed my head wildly, feeling the pleasure of the boy's thick black
lips on my cock. I lost myself in the power and passion of making that
boy meet my most urgent needs at that moment.

"Suck on that white cock, Nigger. Gag on that hard white cock.
Swallow it all the way down. Suck that cock - choke on it. Oh
yeah."

My cock exploded with a jet of thick creamy cum. I heard the black boy
gulp each wave of thick cum as I shot it down his throat. I held his
face to my pubes by his thick nappy hair so that he couldn't come up
for air. He had to ingest each load of cum as it slid down his tongue.
I drained my seed inside that Nigger's belly.

"Oh yeah, swallow that cum boy. Swallow my hot thick cum - it will
make you smarter."

The black boy gagged and choked on my cum. Some of it trickled out of
the sides of his mouth.

When I finished I had to catch my breath. I slowly extracted my
softening member from the Nigger's thick moist lips. Strands of cum
made a shiny bridge between his lower lip and the head of my white
cock. The black boy appeared to be gasping for air too. I examined cum
stains that were drying on the dark skin of his chin.

The boy seemed disoriented after what he just been through. I'd
imagine that must have been the first time he had ever sucked a white
cock - or any other color cock for that matter. He turned away from
me and got on his hands and knees, trying to expel cum I had just shot
down his throat.

It was then that I noticed the baggy pants sagging off of his behind. I
crept on up on him while he was still coughing and spiting, trying
vainly to clear his throat. I pulled on the back of his loose baggy
trousers. They slid down below his ass cheeks exposing his boxer
shorts. He whirled around with a look of shock and fear.

"I see you're wearing you pants loose so someone can jump inside
your trousers."

"Oh hell no. Aint nobody punkin me in my ass."

"Why not? You already proved you can suck a good dick; why not go the
rest of the way?"

"Fuck you, man."

The black boy fumbled with his pants, which were now down around his
thighs. He tried to pull them up quickly and stand, but he kept falling
down and tripping over his pants.

I grabbed him by his waist, "Here let me help you."

"No. Get the fuck away from me, man. I'm warnin' you"

"Come on; let me help you get yourself together..."

My hand brushed against his thick black dick, which was still inside
his boxer shorts. The thing felt like an Italian sausage. I had to feel
that meat again. I kept rubbing the back of my hand against his thick
ebony cock while I pretended I was trying to grab his pants and help
him up. Each time I reached for him he panicked and fell back down on
the floor again pushing his pants further and further down his thighs
- trying to fight off my advances.

Finally all of my "inadvertent" brushes with his cock began to pay
off. His thick Nigger fuck meat involuntarily rose in his boxer shorts
and poked its way through the slit.

Now, he was really in a state of panic. "Get the fuck away from me.
Back the fuck off, muthafucka. I aint playin."

I laughed at him and reached out to stroke his hardening meat, "looks
like someone else wants to play."

I reached out and stroked him again, "Get the fuck away from
me....get the fuck away...."

His voice started to trail off as I stroked his thick black cock,
making it harder and harder. His breathing grew heavy and irregular.
His attempts to ward me off became less insistent.

"Leave me alone muthafucka.. leave me alone..."

I could tell the fight was no longer in him. I stroked that teenaged
Nigger cock, now realizing that the way to a black boy's heart is
through his penis. I took my time and stroked slowly up and down the
length of his hard black shaft, making him lie on his back like a dog
in ecstasy.

"You like that, huh, boy? You like me stroking your cock..."

He just tossed and breathed heavily and managed a dispirited protest
between his panting, "Naw, muthafucka - get away from me, I hate
your sorry white ass. Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhh. Get away from my dick. Uhhhh,
uhhhh, yeaahh."

Just as the boy was building up to a climax and I knew I had him
thoroughly under my control I rolled him on his knees, still stroking
his black cock, and slipped my hand under the waist band of his boxer
shorts. I pulled his boxer shorts off his ass and admired his large
smooth black buns.

The boy whirled his head around and looked at me with defiance. The
whites of his eyes stood out in contrast to his smooth dark black face.
He rolled his eyes at me as if he was daring me to act on my thoughts.
I knew at that point I had to fuck this Nigger.

I toyed with my cock a little bit, making it hard. I continued to
control him by stroking his throbbing big fuck meat. I hadn't
realized it before, but playing with a Nigger's cock is like
tranquilizing a wild beast; once you get him in the right spot you can
do anything you want with him. I eyed the boy's smooth dark brown ass
with I continued to given him a hand job.

He weakly protested, "Naw, Naaaawwww.... Get away... get away."

I rubbed my cock, throbbing with passion once again, and shoved it
between his two tight brown buns. I must have broken the spell. He let
out a yell. "Shit, muthafucka - that shit hurt."

I didn't pay any attention to him. I couldn't stop now. I shoved my
cock in his ass deeper, making him take it.

"Oww, muthafucka - owww, owwww, owww."

His protests of pain hardly fazed me. I felt of the warmth of his tight
dark buns envelope my dick. That was all I cared about.

I humped his ass violently. I never knew fucking a Nigger's ass could
feel so good. I had never tried it before. I bet fucking a black
boy's ass feels better than almost anything else in the world because
it is larger and firmer than most. I quickly learned that the only
thing better than having that black boy's lips wrapped around my dick
was to push up deep inside his ass.

I humped and humped on that boy and heard him moan. His earlier
protests seemed to give way to resignation that his ass was being used
as it was meant to be; giving a hard white cock badly needed relief
from built up sexual tension. I pushed down on his back, forcing his
face into the mattress, while I savaged his hind quarters. I kept
stroking his thick hard cock while I plowed into him.

My head was filled with the sounds of the grunts and groans that
permeated the room. The room smelled of sweat, cum and shit. I breathed
on the side of the Nigger's face and in his ear while I fucked him
like whore and stroked his jungle cock. I felt him shudder as my arm
was wrapped around his solid black body, stroking him. He let out a
moan. His dick jerked restlessly - shooting wads of cum on the floor.

"Yeah, that's it Nigger. Shoot that cum for me."

He continued to fire away, like a dog in heat. He seemed to have lost
control and kept firing load after load of cum. I listened to the heavy
splatter it made on the floor. This drove me into orgasm. I shot my
second orgasmic load of the night deep within the bowels of this horny
black teenager.

I heard him moan in shame and embarrassment, "Awww, shit man - you
done cummed inside of me.,."

"That's right Nigger. I used your black ass like a cheap street
walker. I used it to stroke my white cock. I'll do it again too if
you flunk your exam and have to be tutored by me so more."

I felt my dick fill his ass up with hot cum. He was beyond resistance;
he just sighed and remained on his hands and knees, taking my seed deep
inside his black body and nodding his head like a whipped donkey.

I laughed, "Let it soak inside of you. It might give you the
incentive you need to be a better student."

I emptied by balls in that boy's ass. When I pulled out he collapsed
on his belly on the floor - lying in a pool of his own potent cum.
His trousers were now down around his lower thighs.

******************************

The next day the black boy came to my tutoring session and he was
early. I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a real change that came
over him. I no longer had to try to constantly discipline him or deal
with his slovenly indifference.

Sure, he eyed me nervously and seemed to pull back every time I got
near him. He also shifted uneasily in his seat as if his ass was still
sore. But he paid attention to the lesson tried hard to do his work. He
became a model pupil.

Since then I have tried my "method" on six other black boys, all
with the same results. The only thing I can figure is that deep down
these young men aren't really so bad - all they need is some manly
guidance and attention. I try to give it to them in spades, so to
speak. And nobody can argue with my results.

We are now well on the way to closing the "achievement gap."

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