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The Road to Manhood, A Work of Fiction

The following is a work of erotic fiction. It is not intended to be
read by minors or by anyone for whom it would be inappropriate. It
contains graphic non-consensual gay sex between a man and a teenager,
and includes scenes of racial humiliation. It is for entertainment
purposes only. Anyone who might be offended by these themes should
find something else to read.

***

Mike got along pretty well with his black co-worker, Lakeesha, but he
really didn't know her well enough to be prepared for a proposition
she made to him one day over lunch.

"I have a sixteen year-old son," she said with nervous hesitation. "He
needs a man in his life - a father figure. He grew up without ever
really knowing his own father. Can you spend some time with the boy
and, you know, teaching him all the things about manhood."

Mike sat back in his chair, stunned. His face became a sheet of white.
He didn't have kids of his own, and especially had never spent any
time with black teenagers. What was he supposed to teach the boy?

But his co-worker seemed desperate. "You once told me you had a cabin.
Couldn't you take the boy with you, for a weekend, and teach it what
it's like to live out in the woods - away from all the crime and the
traffic on the city streets?"

Mike tossed the idea around for awhile. How could he turn the woman
down? But then again, this was an inner-city black youth she was
talking about; shouldn't he at least be a little concerned about his
own safety?

"Can I meet the boy first?"

"Of course. He's playing basketball for his high school team tomorrow
evening. It's an away game, so it will be in a safe part of town, in
Flushing Heights. Do you think you can make it?"

Mike offered the woman a warm smile, to conceal his own doubts. "Of
course I can make it, Lakeesha. I'd be glad to meet the young lad."

The next evening Mike arrived at the basketball court and found
Lakeesha sitting near the front row. He sat down next to the woman.
She pointed out her son, who was running down the court, trying to get
into the clear for a shot.

Soon her son was now strutting over to the benches. His smooth caramel
brown skin was dripping with sweat. His nappy hair, braided into corn-
rows, was already a bit of mess, having been through a rough game. He
gazed up at his mom, with his hazel brown eyes. He beamed at her with
confidence and gave her a short wave.

 "That's Curtis" the black woman said, beaming back at the boy.

Mike watched the lad with growing fascination. He admired the boy's
lean muscular arms and his glowing brown skin. He eyed the boy's firm
hairless thighs as the boy went for a lay-up.

"He really won't be a bother," the black woman assured him. "He needs
a man in his life to get him out of his surroundings. There are just
too many bad influences out on the streets."

"Yeah, I'll be glad to mentor the boy," Mike said, gently patting
Lakeesha on her hand. "Just give me a good weekend with him. By the
time he comes back he'll know what it means to be around real men."

"Thank you," the black woman said with a relieved sigh. After the game
she introduced the man to her boy and they made their plans for the
weekend.

6 AM the next morning Mike drove up to the housing project in his SUV.
Curtis jumped into the front seat, his silk power blue basketball
shorts were hiked up slightly over his knees, giving Mike a nice view
of the boy's smooth brown legs.

"Buckle up," Mike said, smiling.

Curtis waved to his mom as the van pulled off.

Mike and boy chatted amicably as they hit the highway, leaving the
city behind. Mike talked with the boy about rappers and video games -
although he really didn't understand much of what the boy was saying,
both because of the boy's dialect and because much of the world of a
sixteen year old had become a mystery to him. Things were far
different from when Mike had been a teenager, which was decades ago.

The farther they drove from the city, the more disoriented the boy
seemed to be getting. When he wasn't talking about playing basketball,
flirting with white girls, or cutting up with his friends in the Mall
- poking fun at all the adults who passed by - the boy stared
anxiously out of the window and seemed lost for words.

Farm land rushed by as they sped down the highway. The boy caught a
glimpse of an occasional grazing cow, or a shining aluminum silo
filled with grain.

They stopped at a fast food stand along the way and had burgers and
fries.  Mike could see that the boy was becoming less and less self-
confident - less and less cocky. He was surrounded now by a sea of
white faces. He seemed to draw closer to Mike, relying on him for
survival.

By the time they reached Mike's cabin, way out in the woods. The boy
was totally depended on him.

"Is there any bears out here?"

"Of course there are bears. This is their territory. We're just their
guests. But if you stay close to me, I'll show you how to survive."

The boys round eyes grew wide against this brown face.

"Is there any lions out here?"

"Lions? Ah, sure, there are lions. Wildcats and mountain lions - and
saber-toothed tigers, even," Mike laid it on thick, hoping he wasn't
pushing it too far, "but I've survived them all. I know how to deal
with them. Just do all of your chores, and do everything I say."

The black boy nodded obediently.

Before long, Mike had the boy down on knees with a bucket and brush,
scrubbing the floor of his cabin. Then he had the boy take out the
trash and wash out the toilet. By the time night rolled around, the
Negro boy was utterly exhausted. The sweat from his underarms gave off
the sweet aroma of budding manhood.

Just as the boy was ready to plop down in his bed and pass out for the
night, Mike called him into his room - immediately.

Curtis was slightly annoyed at the tone of the white man's voice, but
when he entered the man's room he found Mike standing sternly in front
of him; his hands on his hips. The man was indeed an imposing figure,
especially for a disoriented teenaged black boy.

"Your mom wanted me to teach you about manhood on our little vacation
here - and that is exactly what I propose to do."

Curtis felt an unsettling feeling wash over him.

"I know that when you are with your buddies you probably think you own
the earth, and that the whole world is waiting on pins and needles to
serve you. But out here in the real world of rational manhood there is
a hierarchy - and teenaged boys, like you, are at the bottom of the
pecking order."

Curtis looked at the man quizzically, and with growing hostility.

"So, if you want me to protect you from the bears, and wolves, and the
lions you will have to get down on your knees and do what a boy is
supposed to do. You will have to pay homage to my manhood by sucking
my white cock."

A look of sheer horror crossed the young black boy's face. He grimaced
and turned his face away, shaking his head violently at the very
thought of such an act.

"Oh hell no, muthafucka.  You must be outta yo fuckin mind. I ain't
nevah stickin NO man's dick in MAH mouf."

"Have it your way," the white man said calmly. "If you can't follow
orders, then you can't stay here. And I don't want to keep you here
against your will. So, I'll give you a half hour to pack your things,
and then I'll expect you to be on your way."

"On mah way? Where the fuck am I supposed to go? Where the fuck am I
anyways? How'm I supposed to git home?"

"You can walk to the road and hitch-hike. I'm sure there plenty of
horny men, just like me, who would love to pick up a young, attractive
black boy like you this time of night and give him a ride - in more
ways than one."

"Oh hell naw. And it be DARK out dere. Why is you DOIN' dis to me?"

"Because survival in the woods depends on being very clear about who
the authority is. It is important for subordinates to learn how to
follow orders, otherwise no one can survive. And the best way for a
man to acknowledge the authority of another man is to pay homage to
his authority, by getting down on his knees and sucking the man's
dick. So do it NOW, boy!"

Curtis whirled around in wild confusion. The whole room seemed to be
spinning in his head. This couldn't be happening to him; and yet, here
he was, completely at this older white man's mercy.

"Suck my dick and acknowledge my authority," the man repeated.

"But you aint supposed to be doin dis."

"Then pack your bags and leave. I'm serious. Make your choice, but do
it NOW."

Curtis pondered his options, but quickly realized he didn't have many.
He slowly sunk to his knees, completely at the white man's mercy, and
tightly closed his eyes - hoping his homies would never find out what
he was about to do.

"Unbuckle my pants, boy; don't make me have to do all the work
myself."

Curtis slowly unbuckled the white man's pants and nervously pulled out
the man's stubby cock. His hands trembled as he grasped the throbbing
red member and slowly raised it to his thick black lips.

"Yeah, that's it. Wrap your lips around that hard white cock and suck
it, boy."

Curtis shut his eyes again and slowly closed his lips on the white
man's cock. He started giving the man a blow job. Mike sighed with
sheer pleasure as he felt that black teenager's thick wet lips massage
the length of his shaft.

He looked down at the black boy who was kneeling in front of him. Mike
grabbed the boy's nappy head, feeling his thick corn rows between his
fingers. He forced the boy's flat nose against his pubes so that the
boy was forced to swallow all of his cock.

The man's cock twitched inside of Curtis' mouth, leaking a spurt of
pre-cum on the black boy's tongue. Curtis felt a wave of anxiety - he
realized there was no turning back, this white man had turned the once
proud young nigger into his personal cocksucker. Curtis felt a tear
trickle down his cheek.

Mike humped harder in the black boy's mouth. "Yeah, that's a good
cocksucker."

Curtis felt a wave of disgust as the man's dick slime trickled down
his throat.

The thought of the expression on Curtis' mom face, if she could see
her son now, down on his knees, servicing his big white cock made
Mike's cock leap with excitement in the boy's mouth.

Curtis felt the man's cock jump and tried to pull his face away,
afraid that the white man was about to "nutt."

Mike grabbed the back of the youth's head and pressed his face even
harder against his pubes.

Curtis nearly suffocated in the white man's pubes.

"Take that dick, boy. Don't you dare try to pull your head away."

Curtis sighed, resigned to his fate. He even began to lick the man's
shaft to speed the process along and get it over with.

"Yeah, homeboy," Mike chided. "Thas my nigga. Lick my dick and balls."

Curtis sloppily licked the white man's cock, slobbering all over the
man's red throbbing dick head. Mike fucked the black boy's mouth like
it was a wet pussy. He breathed heavily and began to grunt in groan.

"Take that dick, mother fucker. Suck on that big white cock."

Mike rammed his dick hard down the black boy's throat.

Curtis sucked and the white man humped, forcing his dick deeper and
deeper inside the helpless boy's mouth. His hairy white thighs slapped
the sides of the boy's face. His low-hanging nutt-sack slapped against
the Negro boy's chin.

Mike lost control and groaned, "Swallow my cum, you nigger. Swallow it
down."

His body shook. He shot streams of thick milky cum juice down the
boy's throat. He held the back of the boy's head tightly, so that the
boy couldn't pull away. He filled the boy's mouth with his jism.

He let out a loud sigh of relief and ripped his cock out of the boy's
thick brown lips. A string of the man's cum trailed from the tip of
the Mike's cock, forming a thin semen spider's web that dangled from
Curtis' lower lip to the bottom of his chin.

Without warning Mike fired off two more loads of cum that landed
directly across the boy's black face.

Mike looked at what he had done and smiled. "You better wash yourself
up. Can't send you home to mama looking like that."

Curtis awkwardly found his way to his feet and wobbled over to the
bathroom to wash himself off. His face was a sticky glob of the man's
cum.

As Curtis washed up, Mike was busy on the phone calling some of his
neighbors. He decided to have quite a weekend with some "good ol'
boys" and the handsome young black teenager  who was now completely
under his control.

(continued)

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