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Subject: {ASSM} Raising Money for College the Old Fashioned Way
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Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2010 10:10:01 -0400
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This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for
entertainment purposes only. It may contain racial slurs and sexual
acts which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended
to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by
its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of
literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find
something else to read for your entertainment.

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Back in the 1930s what we now call "Historically Black Colleges" were
struggling to pay their bills. They took their finest young, black men
- freshmen and sophomores, who were between 18 and 20 years old - and
rented them out to discreet white Southern gentlemen's clubs to raise
badly needed money for their schools.

Around midnight, on Thursday and Friday nights, the boys were escorted
through the back door of the club and taken down to the basement. They
proudly wore their glee club blazers with the name of their college
embroidered across the breast pocket. They lined up, in their dress
pants and spit-shined shoes (black boys always spit-shined their own
shoes and were quite good at it. Providing this service for white men
was one of the ways black boys used to earn a living).

The boys were ushered to a stage in the basement of the club. The
lights were dim. The room was hot and filled with big, drunken cigar-
smoking white men. The boys were lined up on the stage in front of the
men, coughing because of the dense cloud of cigar smoke that filled
the room.

Suddenly the lights were turned up. Spotlights flooded the stage. The
boys began to sing to entertain the school's patrons. They would sing
Negro folk songs and songs from minstrel shows. They would sing their
hearts out. The men threw pennies on the stage, encouraging the boys
to keep singing.

Finally, in the tradition of the Old South, the men formed posses and
rushed the stage. The colored boys scattered, but there was no place
to run - anyway, they knew what was coming because they had heard
about the tradition from the older students back in the dorm.

All Negro boys in certain Southern cities had to be initiated in this
way; it was part of paying off their debt to kind Southern gentlemen
who were generous enough to carry the burden of trying to educate the
boys.

The white men rushed the stage and chased down the slender Negro boys
who ran into the aisles and under the bar stools.

The black boys ran and the white patrons enjoyed the chase.

Once they caught the boys they stripped them naked - that's right.
They ripped all of that fine clothing off of the Negro boys' bodies.
They scuffed up the black boys' shoes. They tore off the boys'
underwear. They mussed the boy's slicked down nappy hair. And they
exposed the colored boys' shiny naked brown bodies to the spotlights
that tried to follow the men and keep up with all the action.

The colored boys' fine clothing had been torn off of their bodies and
tossed haphazardly on top of tables, across the counter, under chairs,
and across the floor. What use does a Negro boy have, anyway, for fine
blazers and spit-shined shoes? What need has he for fancy trousers, as
if he expects to do anything more than manual labor or, at best to
work as an office boy or in the mailroom? The boys didn't need these
clothes any more. They needed to be stripped down to their naked
bodies so that they could really be useful to the white patrons who
were paying for them.

And there, in the glare of the spotlight, the colored boys were shoved
to their knees and their thick brown lips were stuffed with hard white
cocks. The boys slobbered on those cocks while the men held their
heads and plunged inside the boys' mouths with reckless abandon.
Saliva drooled out each black boy's mouth as he tried to keep up with
the impassioned thrusts of his horny white master's cock meat being
stuffed down his throat.

The men grunted and groaned with pleasure as they fucked the warm, wet
mouths of their young black beneficiaries. The black boys enjoyed it
too, apparently, judging by the shameful throbbing erections that
sprung up between their smooth brown thighs. Try as they might, the
boys couldn't deny to themselves their true vocation in life.

While some of the boys were sucking their patrons' cocks, others were
forced on all fours so that their bubble butts were high in the air.
Those Negroid black bubble butts were fitting targets for somebody's
throbbing white manhood to force its entry. The men grabbed the boys
by their waists to hold them steady - they shoved their cocks deep
inside of the boys, making them cry in agony. Deep down inside,
however, every black boy knew that he really loved it. There is no
higher honor in a black boy's life than to be fucked mercilessly by a
strong, confident white man.

The men humped those nigger boys' asses, enjoying the snug fit of
their large ass cheeks around the white men's cocks. Those boys' asses
were made to be busted. The men fucked them harder and harder, without
letting them rest - without pausing, without mercy. The boys took
those cocks up their arses, like good, obedient colored boys are
supposed to. Though they cried and groaned in pain, they knew better
than to complain. This, after all, is what they were here for. This
was their contribution to the school's fundraising drive.

These fundraising trips gave freshmen and sophomore boys vivid
memories to replay in their minds over and over once they returned to
their dorms. At their age they were horny enough as it was - but now
they had vivid memories of hard white cocks thrust inside of their
mouths, and hot white cum oozing out of their asses. The boys simply
couldn't get enough of re-living the experience as they closed their
eyes and stroked their nigger cocks under their cum-encrusted bed
sheets in the heat of the Southern night.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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