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Subject: {ASSM} The Road to Manhood (part two) Revised
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The Road to Manhood part 2, 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's female black co-worker asked him to take her sixteen year old
son with him out to his cabin in the woods for a weekend to teach the
boy about manhood. The boy had never known his father and was falling
under the influence of the other black boys on the mean streets of the
city. Curtis was out of his elements being so far away from the white
girls he liked to flirt with in the mall, and the boys on his
basketball team, who enjoyed sagging their pants and generally making
a nuisance of themselves in public.

Curtis thought he was completely dependent on Mike for survival out in
the woods, surrounded, he thought, by wild woodland creatures who were
just waiting for a chance to devour human flesh. Before long Mike had
the black boy down on his knees scrubbing his floors, cleaning his
toilets and eventually sucking the white man's cock, getting a load of
the man's cum down his throat and another load sprayed across his
smooth caramel brown face.

When the boy stumbled off to wash up Mike called some of his
neighborhoods on the phone. Now the fun was really about to begin.

Curtis silently slunk off to bed trembling with fear, anger and
humiliation. He tried to sleep but he couldn't get the taste of the
white man's cock out of his mouth, or the smell of the man's pubes out
of his nostrils. He kept playing the image in his mind of the man's
jizz firing from his hard white cock into the boy's face.

Curtis tossed in his bed, thinking what would happen if his homies
found out about this, "No, no, no!"

Even if they never found out about his humiliation, Curtis would still
know. From now on every time the teens joked about making "bitches"
suck their black cocks and swallow their cum, Curtis would be reminded
of his ordeal in the white man's cabin.

He hoped the man had his fill of sexual excitement for the weekend.
Curtis longed to get home to his mama and the safety of "the hood."

Sleep did not come soon enough, nor did it come easily, but eventually
the boy began to drift into dreamland. But all too abruptly and
cruelly the boy's dreams came to an end with a thunderous crash.

The door of the boy's room slammed open, sounding like an explosion.
The ceiling light flicked on, glaring overhead. Curtis rubbed his eyes
and realized Mike and three other men where hovering over him,
grinning.

"Time to get up, boy," Mike said, "I want you to meet some of my
friends.

Curtis' body was weak as he raised himself on his elbows to get a
better look at the men who were surrounding him.

One of the men was poorly shaven and chomped on a lit cigar, allowing
ashes to flicker on the black boy's body.

Another wore what Curtis thought were "corny-assed" glasses that he
kept trying to adjust by pushing them up on the bridge of his nose.

The third man was chewing tobacco, allowing some of the brown drool to
trickle down the side of his chin and onto his flannel shirt.

Mike held his hand out as if he were making a formal introduction,
"This is the welcoming committee of our little collection of cabins in
the woods. They're here to give you a proper welcome since they didn't
get a chance to greet you while sun was still shining."

The man with chewing tobacco lowered himself so that his face was
level with the teenaged boy's face. He ran his callused hands over the
boy's smooth brown chest and belly.

Curtis tried to pull away, but the man grabbed the boy's arms and
pinned them to his sides - holding the boy tight. "My, this here's a
purtty little colored boy, aint he?"

Curtis smelled the tobacco juice on the man's breath.

"Reminds you of a nigger slave, don't he?"

Curtis pursed his thick brown lips in disgust and tried to look away.

The man licked one of Curtis' nipples, leaving a trail of tobacco
slime on the boy's chest.

Curtis shuddered.

Then the nerdish man with the glasses lowered himself too, so he could
get a close look at the black teenager's face.

"Yeah, and you know what they used to do with nigger slaves, don't
you?"

Both men laughed. Curtis felt the men's hot breath on his face. He
closed his eyes, hoping he would awaken and find that it was all just
a bad dream.

The two men pawed at the boy's smooth, firm body, shredding his boxer
shorts with their hands. They grabbed the black boy's ass and stuck
their fingers inside of his tight butt hole, making his eyes pop open
and then making the boy wince with pain.

The man with the chewing tobacco undid his belt and let his jeans fall
to his ankles, exposing his thin hairy legs.

He pushed the boy on his back, flattening him on the bed - his naked
brown teenage body exposed to the bright light and the leering men.

The man with the chewing tobacco climbed on top of the boy and thrust
his red throbbing cock between the boy's smooth thighs. He pushed and
pushed until his cock reached the boy's asshole - then he rammed it
hard, penetrating the adolescent.

Curtis's eyes grew wide again as he felt the man's cock force its way
inside of him. He let out a howl, while the white man humped on his
naked black body, fucking him like a dog in heat.

The other men cheered.

"Oh yeah. Fuck that boy's black ass. Fuck that nigger good. Show him
what he deserves. That's all they're good for."

The man grunted and groaned between thrusts in the boy's ass. Juice
from the man's chewing tobacco trickled across the boy's face.

"Yeah fuck that black boy. Fuck that nigger slave."

Curtis' body was pushed against the mattress with each thrust of the
white man's cock. The boy's nappy head, braided in corn rows, slammed
against the headboard as the man enjoyed his tender young ass.

The other men whipped out their cocks and masturbated while they
watched the show.

Suddenly the man's body tensed. He deposited quick blasts of cum into
the black teenager's ass.

Curtis felt the hot sticky liquid inside of him. He closed his eyes.
His face was filled with disgust.

The man wrapped his arms around the boy, pressing the boy's smooth
brown chest and shoulders against his body, feeling how warm and solid
the boy was.

The man licked the side of Curtis' neck, getting a good taste of the
boy.

When he was finished using the teenager he pulled his dick from
between the black boy's thighs, and allowed the remainder of his cum
to trail across the boy's torso. He slowly lifted his body, still
breathing heavily from the workout.

He pulled up his pants. The other two men leered greedily at the boy,
exchanging glances as if to decide whose turn it would be next.

(To be continued...)

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