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Young Black Thief

This is a work of erotic fiction. It is for erotic entertainment
purposes only. It involves descriptions of sex between a teenager and
a grown man and contains language which may be racially offensive.
Nobody for whom it would be inappropriate should read this story -
including minors, the easily offended, and anyone who might be unduly
influenced by its contents.

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

16-year old Tavis was rustling around in the dark, having just
finished stuffing his pockets with a wad of bills from a bank envelope
and a Rolex watch that he removed from the night stand beside a man's
bed. Suddenly the lights flicked on.

The boy whirled around, his heart racing, and found himself facing the
barrel of a pistol held by a middle-aged white man wearing thick
glasses at an awkward angle - as if the man had just thrown them on
his face and didn't have time to adjust them.

 "Freeze," the man shouted.

Tavis froze. His heart leapt. He was caught red-handed. What was going
to happen to him when this man turned him over to the police for
burglary. Tavis tried to calculate the chances of beating the rap - he
was a juvenile, after all. This would be his first offense. Maybe they
would go easy on him.

But then he remembered overhearing some of the "old heads" in his
neighborhood that afternoon saying that the police were out to break
up a recent wave of burglaries in the city and they were going to
throw the book at anyone they caught - regardless of their criminal
record.

Tavis had an older brother who already served time. He said that the
hardened con men used to take turns using him as their pussy every
night. He told Tavis that the last place he ever wants to be  is in
prison, especially since he is lean and handsome - just the kind of
boy older men love to plunge their dick inside.

The man holding the gun paused for awhile. He seemed lost in thought.
He was just staring at the caramel skinned black boy, as if he were in
a daydream.

The boy's eyes were wide with fear. His thick red lips trembled
uncontrollably. The man studied the smooth contours of the black boy's
face, and the neatly woven rows of his nappy hair.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

Tavis tried to stammer a reply but his throat was so dry he couldn't
speak.

"You trying to rob my house, nigger? I should call the cops."

The boy said nothing, but his body shook violently. His eyes darted
quickly to the window, then back at the man, as if he was thinking of
making a lunge through the glass. He looked at the window again and
realized he was on the third floor of a house and would probably just
injure himself and have to go to jail anyway. His eyes darted back to
the white man who was holding the gun on him.

"P-please sir, let me go," Tavis heard himself wining pathetically, as
if the voice wasn't even his. "I aint never done nuthin like this
before. I won't do it again. Let me go, please."

On the streets Tavis never pictured himself as being weak enough to
beg a white man for forgiveness. It was almost as though he didn't
know what came over him - but he knew he desperately wanted to avoid
going to jail. He didn't want to become some tattooed skin-head's
young nigger cum bucket for the next nine months.

But then Tavis noticed something strange. The white man seemed to be
getting aroused by his begging. The man's face brightened and his eyes
tensed with excitement.

"Really?" the man barked. "I don't believe you. Tell me more."

Tavis laid it on thick, even though he didn't want to. "Honest, sir. I
didn't mean to steal from you." He quickly emptied the contents from
his pockets onto the man's bed. "I won't never do nuthin' like this
again. Honest."

The white man eyed the trembling black boy. He started breathing more
heavily and his neck reddened as if he were overheating.

"What will you do for me if I you go? How can I be sure you've learned
your lesson?"

"I'll do anything," the black boy quickly replied. "Please don't let
me go to jail."

The white man cracked a smile. Tavis wasn't sure whether or not this
was a good sign. "You'll do anything to keep from going to jail?"

The black boy dutifully nodded, "Anything, just let me go and don't
tell no cops."

"Well I've got something for you to do," the white man said, with a
sadistic grin. "It's the one thing that will keep me from calling the
cops."

The man slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His hands trembled
with anticipation. Tavis' eyes widened in disbelief. He figured he
would be asked to wash the man's windows or haul chopped wood into the
basement for the fireplace, or rake the man's yard - but what was
this?

The man pulled out his pale, floppy cock and made Tavis sit on the
edge of his bed. He waved his cock in the astonished boy's face. "I
want you to kiss my pecker with them nigger lips."

Tavis grimaced. He had never seen another man's cock before,
especially a white man's cock - and so close to his face. He thought
to himself, "That shit's nasty. I ain't suckin no man's dick." But
then he remembered, if he went to jail he'd have to do a lot more than
suck a man's dick.

The man waved his penis in the boy's face. "Come on, nigger. I don't
have all day. Let's see you wrap those big lips around the nice white
cock."

The boy seemed startled, but he wasn't resisting. The white man
grabbed Tavis from the back of his head and pushed his face forward so
that his lips were touching the man's shriveled cock. Tavis kissed the
white man's cock and the man's cock immediately began to grow longer
and thicker.

"Yeah, kiss that cock again, nigger. Kiss it you little black thief.
You ghetto hoodlum."

Tavis kissed the man's cock again. The musty smell of the white man's
pubic hair filled the black boy's nostrils. Although, in his mind,
Tavis was disgusted by what he was doing, he felt his own cock
hardening in his pants - against his will. To his horror Tavis began
to realize that there was something arousing about being humiliated in
this way by this middle aged white man. Without being told he kissed
the man's cock a third time as if he was paying homage to the white
man's power over him.

When he realized what he had just done he stopped himself and wiped
his lips with the back of his hand, as if he were trying to undo the
act. But the "damage" was already done. The white man's cock was now
fully erect and poking in the teenage boy's face. It seemed like the
man had a surge of power.

The man carefully put his pistol on top of a shelf behind him, and
grabbed the black teenager's head with both hands. He thrust his
throbbing red cock between the black boy's lips.

"Yeah, suck on that dick, nigger. I want you to suck it good."

The white man dug his fingers into the black boy's nappy scalp and
forced his cock down the poor boy's throat. Tavis gagged as the white
man's cock filled his mouth. It throbbed hard. Tavis never realized,
in his wildest dreams, that a white man's cock could get so big.

The middle-aged man started ruthlessly face-fucking the embarrassed
black teenager, while Tavis chocked down his own spittle and slime
from the white man's cock.

"Yeah, suck that cock you black hoodlum. You don't look like such a
tough guy now. Suck on that big white cock you nigger boy bitch."

Tavis wanted to get mad. He knew he should be embarrassed. But he
couldn't help being confused by the mix of powerful feelings that
swept over him. He was angry at what the white man was calling him,
and yet - even in his baggy pants - he could feel his young, thick
black cock standing straight up at attention, bursting its way through
the piss opening in his boxer shorts, leaking a stream of pre-cum all
over his young balls.

He admired this older white man's audacity - his power - as the man
made him suck his cock and had the boldness to make fun of him while
he was doing it. The man gasped breathlessly, "Oh yeah. I just love
those thick nigger lips on my dick. Suck it, boy."

He suddenly pushed Tavis away. "That's enough," he gasped, catching
his breath. "That's enough. I don't wanna cum yet. I wanna fuck that
tight black ass."

Tavis' eyes grew wide. Oh hell no. He wasn't about to let some old
white dude fuck him in the ass. But the man was insisting on it. He
was no longer asking Tavis what he was willing to do. He ripped the
boy's shirt off, revealing his smooth caramel brown chest and torso.
Then he yanked the boy's loose-fitting trousers off. The man's eyes
widened when he saw the large "pup tent" in the boy's boxer shorts,
with a dark wet stain of pre-cum round the piss opening.

The white man smiled. "Yeah, I knew all you hard nigger teenagers were
just a bunch of spoiled mama's boys - looking for a daddy.'"

He yanked down Tavis' boxer shorts, exposing the boy's smooth golden
ass and his stiff bouncing rod of black teenage fuck meat. He grabbed
Tavis' buttocks, "Gimme that jungle ass, nigger."

Before Tavis could protest, the white man pushed the boy face down on
the bed and spread Tavis' ass cheeks. He rammed his throbbing cock
deep inside the boy and humped violently in the boy's ass, like a dog
in heat.

Tavis let out a loud agonizing whine; the sound of a black boy having
his cherry busted. The older man didn't bother to apologize. He
started using the black boy's ass as if he had just paid money for
it.

He treated the boy like a cheap ghetto whore. Tavis let out muffled
cries of pain, "Ow, ow, ow, ow..." with each thrust of the white man's
cock deep inside his ass.

"Yeah, take that cock you black juvenile delinquent. Help me keep the
crime rate down."

The man ravished Tavis' naked black ass while growling in the boy's
ear, "Nigger bitch. Nigger whore. I'll fuck your mommy like this too."
Tavis let out soft humiliated cries.

A surge of excitement raced through the boy's young body. He suddenly
realized that nobody had ever talked to him that way before, and he
found it exciting. This is what he was missing all of his young life -
a firm man to put him in his place. Tavis felt the white man's cock
get even harder every time he insulted the boy. Tavis could tell the
man was enjoying himself, but Tavis was confused about how he should
respond. He didn't want to be a punk, after all, yet he couldn't help
being aroused by the complete humiliation of one man by another - even
though he was the one who happened to be on the receiving end of the
humiliation.

The white man pinned the teenager's arms down on his bed and raped the
young black thug's ass mercilessly. Feeling the white man's hard cock
ravishing his ass, Tavis believed he was going through the secret
rites of passage, initiating him into manhood. The room was filled
with grunts and groans, and the smell of sweat, as the two bodies
mingled in an ancient masculine ritual.

The man's middle-aged body slammed into Tavis over and over again from
behind. His thick white cock filled the teenager's tender ass. The
man's hairy arms wrapped tightly around the smooth, lean black
teenager's body, trapping the boy so that he couldn't wiggle free and
escape even if he wanted to.

Tavis didn't want to admit it, but there was something exciting about
how this white man was abusing him. It was as if this man was the
daddy Tavis never had. Each thrust of the man's hard cock in Tavis'
tight butt hole made the boy want to bow down to the man in surrender.

This was a man who knew he had power, and knew how to use it in a
cocky young black boy's ass. He wasn't afraid of this young street
nigger. Tavis could feel it. He felt he should get down on his knees
and give this man his "proper respect" by sucking the man's big white
cock the next time he sees him.

But Tavis knew he could never face himself in mirror again if he ever
did any of that. It may be one thing to have your ass taken
"involuntarily", like what was happening to him now, but it's quite
something else to willingly give his ass up as if he were a bitch.
Especially to give up his ass to a hairy middle-aged white man with
glasses. Still, he couldn't get rid of his desire to surrender to the
man.

As he felt the man pounding on his ass, and the two bodies bounced up
and down on the mattress, Tavis bit his lip in sexual frustration, and
chewed on his thumbnail in ecstasy. "Oh shit, this is manly. This is
what it be like to be close to a real man n' have him inside of you.
He fuckin' my ass good. Maybe if this white man fuck me hard enough it
gonna make me a real man too." There were tears in the boy's eyes from
pleasure and embarrassment and pain and humiliation.

The man pressed his hairy body against the supple black teenager and
drooled on the back of the boy's shoulder.

"Is this what your mama does every month to pay the rent? Is this how
your mama takes the landlord's big white cock too, like a black whore?
Learn from your mama and be a good little nigger cunt."

Tavis knew he was supposed to get angry so he gave the man a defiant
scowl and blurted out, "Fuck you, muthafucka." Tavis looked fierce,
but his hard cock told a different story. The boy leaked precum on the
bedspread uncontrollably while the white man fucked his ass.

The man taunted the boy as he fucked him. He made fun of the boy's
ebonics. "Is you angry homeboy? Is you angry? Dat be right. I be
fuckin' yo nigga ass and Dere aint nuttin you can do about it."

Tavis felt his heart racing with passion for this guy. This white man
was really hard core. The boy blushed as the older man kept ramming
his tight ass. "Damn," Travis said to himself, "This dude is fuckin'
my black ass good. I feelin' just like a nigga ho."

The boy's whole body tingled while the white man drooled on him.

Tavis lifted his head, looked back at the man and growled angrily,
"Yuse a fuckin' pervert faggot muthafucka. I'ma kick your ass when I
get up from here."

The hairy white man lifted the boy's body off of the bed and rubbed
his hand across the black teenager's smooth belly. His glasses were
fogged from his sweat and body heat.

"Yeah, I'm the 'pervert mother fucker.' I just love me some teenage
nigger ass."

Pushed the boy's face back down on the bed and plowed away inside of
him. Tavis felt the man's cock throbbing harder and harder. The man's
breathing was becoming more and more irregular. Tavis had confused
feelings about what might happen next. He panicked.

His eyes grew wide and he squeaked in alarm, "Oh shit, that
muthafucka's gonna skeet in my ass."

No sooner had the black boy blurted out this prediction than the older
man unleashed his load in the boy's dark ass. The white man let out a
loud groan. Hot, thick sticky cum juices gushed deep inside of the
boy, filling him up with warmth. Tavis moaned in humiliation. He had
just been fucked by a white cock like his slave ancestors.

It was all he could do to keep from thanking the man.

Once the middle aged white man caught his breath, he slowly lifted his
body off of the black teenager's body. Tavis got up and scowled at the
man. He sullenly pulled on his baggy trousers and raced to the door
when the white man said it was okay for him to go. He still had cum
dripping out of his ass when he caught the bus home.

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

The white man took a long, hot, relaxing shower and imagined how
humiliated and insulted Tavis must have been. Somewhere in a deep,
dark ghetto - he thought - Tavis is probably gathering some of his
"homeboys" together and plotting revenge.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Tavis was alone in his bedroom,
listening to sound of the television in his mom's bed room and the
wall-shaking "thump, thump, thump" of hip hop riffs from the bass of a
sound system in a car outside their window.

The restless rustling of Tavis' sheets and his deep groans as he shot
his load in his pajamas were drowned out by all of the sounds around
him. The young thug tossed and turned - his smooth baby face was
distorted with sexual passion. He sighed and groaned, "Oh yeah - shove
that big white cock inside of me," the boy mumbled as he drifted off
to sleep. "Fuck me like a little nigga ho you rich, powerful white
man."

The young black thug's plaintive sexual cries drifted off and
vanished, unheard, into the city night.

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