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The Road to Manhood

This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for
entertainment purposes only. It may contain depictions of non-
consensual sex (i.e. rape) and racial slurs 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
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prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your
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the author of this story.

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Part One: "Is There Bears Out There?"

Mike got along pretty well with his black co-worker, Lakeesha, but he
really didn't know her well enough to expect the 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, teach him all the things he needs to know about
manhood."

Mike sat back in his chair, stunned. It sounded like an awesome
responsibility. His face became a sheet of white. He didn't have kids
of his own, and especially had never spent any time with black teenage
boys. From what he had seen of them on television they appeared to be
hard-headed with a lot of rough edges that needed to be smoothed out.

What could he possibly 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 him 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 in his mind for awhile. Why not take the
boy to his cabin in the woods? Isn't camping one of the best ways to
build character and prepare a boy for manhood? And how could he turn
his co-worker down?

But then again, this was an inner-city black youth she was talking
about. How big is the boy? Shouldn't he at least be a little concerned
for his own safety?

Mike hesitated, "Lakeesha, I'd like to meet the boy first. Is that
okay with you?"

The black woman patted his hand, "Of course you can meet him. He's
playing basketball for his high school team tomorrow evening. But it's
an away game, so it will be out in the suburbs, in Flushing Heights.
Do you think you can drive out there to see him play ball?"

Mike breathed a sigh of relief - at least he wouldn't have to go to
some inner-city school gym at night to watch the boy play. He gave
Lakeesha a warm smile. "Of course I can drive out there. 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, cheering wildly for her team. He
sat down next to the woman. She nearly hit him with a pom-pom. She
pointed out her son, who was running down the court, trying to get
into the clear so someone would pass the ball to him.

The whistle blew and her son strutted over to the benches. His smooth
caramel brown skin was dripping with sweat. His nappy hair, braided
into neat corn-rows, made him look like a brown prince. He gazed up at
his mom, with his hazel eyes. He beamed at her with confidence and
gave her a short wave.

 "That's my Curtis" the black woman beamed.

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 said. "He's basically a
good boy. He just needs a man in his life to get him out of his
surroundings. There are too many bad influences out on the streets."

Mike looked around and got an involuntary hard-on as he watched how
the white coaches controlled the motions of the black boys' bodies on
the court. He started to relax.

"Yeah, I'll be glad to mentor the boy. Just give me a good weekend
with him. He'll have to leave his video games and cell phone behind
because I don't want him to have any comforts or distractions while we
are in the woods. By the time he comes back he'll know what it means
to be around real men."

"Thank you," Lakeesha said with a relieved sigh. After the game she
introduced him 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 ambled toward the vehicle while text messaging someone on is
cell phone. Mike rolled down the window, "Sorry buddy, you're gonna
have to leave that with your mom. We're roughing it this weekend."

Reluctantly the boy gave his mother his cell phone. She smiled at the
thought that her boy's lesson in self-control and discipline was
already underway.

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. Once again, Mike got an erection.

"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,
all the while stealing peeks at the boy's legs, his thick red lips and
his tender young brown face. Mike really didn't understand much of
what the boy was saying, both because of the boy's dialect. Much of
the world of a sixteen year old had become a mystery to Mike; things
are far different now from the way they were when Mike was growing up.

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
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 grain
silo.

They stopped at a fast food stand along the way and had burgers and
fries.  Mike could see that the boy was becoming restless and 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. That was how Mike wanted it.

By the time they reached Mike's cabin, way out in the woods. The boy
was totally dependent 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 hazel eyes grew wide.

"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
survive. Just obey me and you'll be fine."

The black boy nodded obediently. Mike thought "This is going to be too
easy."

Before long, Mike had the brown boy down on knees scrubbing the floor
of his cabin. 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. There was an edge in the man's
voice.

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

"Curtis, the reason I brought you out here is because your mom wanted
me to teach you about manhood - that is exactly what I propose to do."

Curtis felt an unsettling feeling wash over him. "But I already done
scrubbed the floors and cleaned out the toilet. When is you gonna do
some chores?"

Mike frowned, "Now you see, that's just the thing I'm talking about.
You people have a 'gimme' attitude. You don't want to do any work -
you want everything to be handed to you for free."

Mike could see the boy was getting angry but was smart enough to keep
his mouth shut. Mike pressed him, "I know that when you are with your
buddies you probably think the whole world is here to serve you. But
out here, in the real world, there is a pecking order - and black boys
like you hardly even appear on the scale."

Curtis' brown face reddened. He drew his lips tight, as if suppressing
an outburst. His body tensed and he balled up his fists.

"So, if you want me to protect you from the bears, wolves and lions,"
Mike continued, "you will get down on your knees and do what a boy
like you is supposed to be doing for a man like me. I want you to get
down on your knees and suck my cock."

A look of sheer horror crossed the young boy's face. He grimaced and
turned 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," Mike said. "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? Where the fuck am I supposed to go this hour of the
gawd damn night? Where the hell am I anyways? How'm I supposed to find
my way home?"

"You can walk to the road and hitch-hike. I'm sure there are plenty of
horny men, just like me, who would love to pick up a black teenage boy
like you and make him his bitch."

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

"Because we all have to do what we must for survival. Survival for you
means having an experienced man by your side to guide and protect you.
Survival for me means having a little brown-skinned slave to meet my
personal needs. So, don't give me any more of your lip. Get down on
your knees and put your mouth to work by sucking on my cock. 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. It seemed the
white man was holding all the cards. The best thing he could do would
be to drop to his knees and acknowledge this.

"Suck my cock, boy." the man repeated impatiently.

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

"Unbuckle my pants, boy."

With trembling hands Curtis slowly unbuckled the white man's pants and
pulled out his cock. He grasped the throbbing member and slowly raised
it to his thick lips.

"Yeah, that's it. Wrap your nigger lips around that cock and suck it."

Slowly, Curtis closed his lips on the white man's cock and gave him a
blow job. Mike sighed with sheer pleasure as he felt that black
teenager's 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 had 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 him into
a nigger cocksucker.

Mike humped harder in the black boy's mouth. "Yeah, swallow that
cock."

The force of the white man's cock moving in and out of Curtis' mouth
make squishing and sucking sounds from the black boy's lips. Mike had
always thought that black teenagers looked intimidating on street
corners in the city. He had always thought they would be a lot less
intimidating if they had a white cock in their mouths. Now, here was
one, down on his knees where he belonged - totally submitting to his
power.

"Suck that cock, boy."

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

Mike thought about Curtis' mom, desperately hoping someone would teach
her son the ways of manhood. The thought of the expression on Curtis'
mom's 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.

He looked down at the boy and taunted him. "I love watching your mom
when she moves around the office. I love watching her big titties and
her big black ass. I'll bet your mom is a great fuck, what do you
think?"

Mike's cock leaped in Curtis' mouth when he realized what he was
getting away with saying to the boy. Curtis tried to pull his mouth
away and protest the insult, but Mike just grabbed the back of the
youth's head and pressed his face even harder against his pubes,
almost suffocating him.

"Take that dick, boy. Don't you dare try to pull your head away." He
looked down at the boy and sneered, "I wouldn't mind sticking my cock
in your mama's pussy sometime."

Mike tightened his grip and humped the boy's face harder.

Curtis sighed, resigned to his fate. He even began to admire the white
man's audacity. Without thinking he licked the man's shaft.

"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 face-fucked the boy like he was a
wet pussy.

Mike breathed heavily and began to grunt and groan.

Mike's hairy white thighs slapped the sides of the black boy's face.
His low-hanging nutt-sack slapped against the Negro boy's chin.

Finally he burst out in ecstasy, "Swallow my cum, you nigger slave.
Swallow it."

His body shook. He shot streams of thick milky cum juice down the
black 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. The boy took all of the man's cum down his throat.

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

Without warning Mike fired off two more loads that landed directly in
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 your mama looking like that, can I?"

Curtis awkwardly found his way to his feet and wobbled over to the
bathroom to wash himself off. To his surprise he realized that he was
now sporting a hard-on.

As Curtis washed up in the bathroom, Mike was busy on the phone
calling someone. But who could he be calling at this hour of the
night?

***
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 was out of his element being so far away
from white girls, cell phones, the mall, and the basketball court.

The black boy 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 boy down on his knees scrubbing his floors,
cleaning his toilets and sucking his cock, while the man dished dirt
on the boy's mama.

When the boy stumbled off to wash up he could hear Mike making phone
calls to someone, but he couldn't make out what it was about.

But Curtis had another problem to contend with; he couldn't understand
why he was sporting a raging hard-on.

***

Part Two: "You Know What They Used to Do With Nigger Slaves, Don't
You?"

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 his face.

Curtis tossed in his bed, thinking what would happen if his homies
found out about this.

Even if they never found out about his humiliation, Curtis knew he
would never be able to live this experience down. Yet for some reason
his dick was hard. Curtis didn't want to admit it, but there was
something that aroused him about a "hard core" white man, like his
coaches, who knew they had authority. There was something arousing
about the nigger boys who obeyed them.

Still, 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. When the boy
eventually began to drift into dreamland he was all-too-abruptly
awakened with a thundering 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 were hovering over him,
grinning.

"Time to get up, boy," Mike said, "I want you to meet some of my
friends who are going to help me initiate you into manhood."

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 flick 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 this afternoon."

The man with chewing tobacco lowered himself so that his face was
level with the teenager. 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?"

The other men laughed. Curtis pursed his 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, so he could get
a close look at the teenager.

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

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 him 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 brown slave. 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 nigger boy."

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 at having been used this way.

He was ashamed of himself. Here he was, reduced to a nigger pussy for
any white man who wanted to come along and take out his sexual
aggressions inside of his body.

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 boy knew he better not try to pull away or resist
him.

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 down the boy's leg. The white man slowly lifted his body,
still breathing heavily from his workout in the black boy's ass.

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.

***
Curtis was a sixteen year-old black boy whose mother sent him off for
a weekend in the woods with a middle-aged white co-worker to teach the
boy discipline and how to be a man.

Now Curtis was the center of a midnight posse of white men, the first
of whom raped the boy's tight virgin ass. Two of Mike's other
neighbors were now leering at the teenager, who was sprawled naked
across the bed with the other man's cum dripping out of his body.

Curtis didn't like what was happening to him, still these white men
reminded him of his coaches and "gangsta niggas" in the ghetto - both
of whom had authority over young niggers and knew how to use it. For
some reason, being submitted to this abuse by these white men made
Curtis' dick hard.

***

Part Three: "Iz Dat Wutz Up My Nigga? Iz Dat Wuz Up?"

As the tobacco-chewing skinny white man, who had just fucked the boy's
ass, zipped up his pants, the two other men closed in around Curtis.
Mike, the boy's "host" watched, masturbating anxiously to the
"action."

The pot-bellied, unshaven man who was chomping on his cigar undid his
pants and let them drop to the floor. He grinned.

"I just love watching nigger boys like you on TV"

He grabbed the lean, muscular naked black boy and hoisted him over the
top of a small wooden dresser beside the bed - ass up.

"But I think I'm gonna enjoy fucking your black ass even better."

Curtis tried to squirm away from the man and climb back in the bed,
but the man pressed his ham-like forearm on the small of the boy's
back, pinning him to the top of the dresser. He forced the boys face
down while he got behind him and rammed his throbbing red cock inside
of the black boy's ass, humping him like a dog.

Curtis' ass felt tight and warm around the white man's cock. It was a
snug and comfortable fit for the man. But Curtis let out a loud whine;
his mouth hung wide open and his eyes were tightly shut as his hefty
predator forced his way deeper inside the teenager's hole.

The big man grabbed the black teenager by the ends of his corn rows in
the back of his head. He yanked Curtis' head up while he slammed his
cock inside of the boy over and over again.

Cutis' body shook under the force of the white man's thrusts. The
black boy's limp body rocked the wooden dresser.

The cigar-chomping man mocked the boy.

"Yeah, dat's wuz up, mah man. Dat's wuz up. I'm fucking your ghetto
nigger ass."

Curtis' head bobbed back in forth as the white man fucked his ass and
tugged on the ends of his corn rows. The "nerdish" looking man moved
in front of Curtis, his hard white cock jutted in front of the black
boy's face. He slapped the boy's smooth brown cheeks several times
with it before thrusting it inside the boy's tortured mouth.

"Suck it, nigger. And you better not bite."

The man who was humping on the boy from behind growled, "Yeah, suck on
my buddy's cock. Wrap those nigger lips around his dick and make him
cum down your throat. The sooner you make him cum, the sooner I'll
stop fucking your ass."

Curtis wanted desperately for this ordeal to end so he sucked the
white man's cock in earnest.

The cigar-chomping man rammed himself harder inside the boy from
behind, causing him excruciating pain. The dresser squeaked and rocked
on the hard wooden floor while the black boy was being fucked within
an inch of his young life.

The boy tightened his lips around the white man's cock and massaged
his throbbing shaft with his tongue as if he were sucking it for
comfort. The white man's cock became a pacifier in the boy's mouth,
taking his mind off of the pain from the other man who was raping his
ass.

The hairy fat man who was fucking the boy from behind taunted him,
"Yeah, look at those jiggy lips sucking on that cock. Them boys are
born with lips for cocksucking."

Mike moved in closer while he stroked his own cock. He reached out and
ran his free hand over the boy's smooth brown legs while he was being
helplessly fucked by the aggressive white men.

"Oh yeah, your mama would love to see this," he hissed. "She'd just
love to see her proud young black prince reduced to a nigger bitch for
horny white men. That's what you were born and bred for, wasn't it?"

Curtis choked on the nerdish man's cock when the man pushed it too
hard to the back of the boy's throat. Slobber drooled from the boy's
thick, young lips while the man continued to use the boy's mouth as a
fuck toy.

The man from behind held the teenager by his smooth, brown thighs and
slammed hard into the boy's tight ass. The black boy whimpered as the
nerdish man grabbed the teenager's hair and continued to roughly force
his long cock in and out of the boy's lips.

Mike reached underneath the boy and played with the black teenager's
dangling penis making it involuntarily hard.

Now Mike was taunting the boy, "I see that big black cock getting hard
down there. You enjoy getting rough like this, don't you? All nigger
boys do."

Curtis shot him an embarrassed and angry look.

Mike shoved his face in front of Curtis, "Who da man, Keemosabe? Who
da man? Answer me."

Curtis paused long enough from sucking the white man's cock to give
the answer he knew was expected from him, "You is," he gasped as the
bigger man was slamming into his ass from behind, "You da man."

Mike laughed with satisfaction, "I thought so."

The skinny nerdish man shoved his cock back in the black boy's mouth.

As if on queue, the two men at opposite ends of the black teenager's
body stiffened and let out loud grunts. A flood of cum rushed out of
both men's bodies, filling the boy up with fresh, manly semen.

The black boy's mouth was filled with the thick, gooey stuff, and so
was his ass. Some of it even trickled out of his nostrils. His face
was covered with the rankish smell of the nerdy man's pubic hair. Mike
tugged on the teenager's cock, keeping it hard, as his mouth was
flushed with the taste of the white men's cum.

The men held onto the black teenager's body, allowing themselves to
enjoy nervous spasms of sexual frenzy as the aftershock of their
powerful orgasms. They grunted, sighed and groaned as the last remains
of their seed tricked inside of the boy.

Mike brushed the black boy's cheek with the back of his hand, "Awww,
is mama's boy ashamed of being used as a cum bucket by a bunch of big,
mean, nasty white men?"

The other men in the room laughed. They chimed in, "That's what you're
good for. That's what you're good for."

Once they were through, they pulled their cocks out of Curtis.

The fat, hairy man, who had been fucking the boy from behind, wrapped
an arm under the boy's belly and flopped him over onto the bed. The
boy landed on his back, with the men's cum dribbling out of his mouth
and his ass, and his erect black cock jutting toward the ceiling.

"Dat be what I calls good nigger ho-down," the big man laughed,
staring down at the naked teenager sprawled across the bed. The big
man pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.

"Yeah," agreed the nerd, adjusting his glasses, with his dick still
hanging out of the zipper. "I just made a black juvenile delinquent
suck my cock."

The four men turned to leave the room; Mike was the last one at the
door. He looked back at the humiliated black boy, who was still
sprawled across the bed, sporting a hard-on that leaked pre-cum on his
teenage balls. The boy shamefully buried his face in a pillow.

"Don't worry boy, the fun's not over yet," he said as he flicked off
the light.

He left the boy in the darkened room, with plenty of memories to fill
his nappy head.




***
Curtis lay in the bed, his face buried in a pillow, reliving in his
mind how he had been "punked" over and over again by four horny middle-
aged white men in a secluded cabin in the woods. His mother had asked
a co-worker if he would take the 15-year old boy out of the dangerous
crime-infested inner city and spend a weekend in the fresh air of the
countryside, teaching him all about manhood.

Now the boy was getting a lesson in masculinity that he would never
forget.

Here he was, lying naked on top of rumbled bed sheets. He felt warm,
sticky cum dribble out of his ass. He still tasted "white man nutt" in
his mouth. His nostrils flared at the smell of a white man's pubic
hair that had been rubbing in his face. They had fucked the teenager
good - making him a filthy black cum-bucket. The young, tough boy from
the city streets was being forced to do these white men's bidding as
their personal black slave. Worse still, his cock was hard the whole
time. He gently humped his mattress, thinking about how these "hard-
core" white men had disciplined him.

But how could he hope to get his swag back after being forced to give
up his teenage mouth and ass to a bunch of big white cocks?

***

Part Four: "Get on Your Knees and Enjoy the Shower"

Curtis' mind whirled as he relived, in his imagination, how he had
barely had time to catch his breath before the next white cock
demanded the favors of his thick brown lips. They told him his lips
were made for sucking cock and he was beginning to believe them. The
men had free reign to grope all over his smooth brown body as they
fucked his firm black ass. He tried not to think about it, but he no
longer felt possession of himself. These men could come into his room
and use him anytime they wanted. They, tugged on his dick, fondled his
balls and shoved their cocks in his mouth and ass whenever they felt
like it. He had been reduced to black teenage fuck meat.

The boy lifted his aching body from the mattress; his head still
swirling - trying to grasp how he could ever be the same, knowing how
this group of men had had their way with him and had "gotten off"
inside his body. He was ashamed at himself for being aroused by the
whole thing. It seemed as though his cock didn't share the disgust he
felt in his mind - like his cock had a mind of its own.

He was suddenly overcome with a wave of desperation. He had to cleanse
himself. He had to wash the white men's cum out of his mouth and ass,
and get their smell off of his body. He had to get the smell of their
pubic hair out of his nostrils. He forced himself out of bed.
Stumbling through the dark cabin, he made his way to the shower and
turned on the warm water.

Curtis enveloped himself in fresh-smelling soap suds. Clean, life-
giving water streamed from the shower nozzle onto his nappy corn-rowed
head. The water cascaded down his face and his lean, sculpted body -
giving him the appearance of a handsome brown Adonis, glistening in
the sun.

Curtis opened the shower curtain to look at himself in the mirror
before it became too clouded with steam. His chest swelled with pride
at the sight of his firm boyish muscle tone.  He felt his black
manhood and confidence coming back.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open. The hairy pot-bellied man,
chomping on a cigar - the man who had just raped him less than an hour
ago - lumbered into the room, blocking the boy's view. Curtis tensed
as the hairy white man leered at him.

The man grunted, "You like to look at yourself while you're taking a
shower, boy?"

Curtis was too dumbstruck to say anything so the white man repeated
himself.

Curtis mumbled something in reply and hung his head.

"Speak up and address me as 'sir' when I talk to you."

Curtis slowly looked up at the man; the boy's mouth twitched slightly
with nervousness. His eyes were wide and tense.

The big man towered over him, "Do you like looking at yourself in the
mirror while you're taking a shower?"

Curtis nodded and answered softly, "Yes, sir."

"Good, turn off the water."

Curtis looked confused, but seeing the man's growing impatience he
didn't have to be told twice. He shut off the water and stood naked in
front of the man.

The big man unzipped his fly and whipped out a stubby cock. He aimed
it at the boy's leg and let loose a stream of yellow piss. Curtis felt
the warmth of the man's urine splash against his body. The boy was
startled at first, but he knew better than to try to get out of the
way.

"Get down on your knees, boy. Enjoy the shower."

Curtis sank to his knees. The white man's urine now splashed in his
face. Curtis closed his eyes and shut his mouth tight. The big man
hosed down the young nigger's face, and nappy head. He slowly worked
his way down the boy's chest and his arms - covering the teenager in a
hot stream of piss.

The big, hairy man laughed, "You be lookin' good 'homeboy'".

The only protest Curtis could make was to pout as the man's urine
dripped off of the boy's face.

When the man finished he shook himself off, sprinkling droplets of
piss on the boy. Then he moved closer and held his limp cock under the
boy's nose.

"Kiss it."

Hesitantly, Curtis leaned forward and pressed his lips against the
white man's cock.

"Kiss it again. Show me how much you love it."

Curtis kissed the man's cock again, feeling totally disgusted with
himself.

"You like how that dick feels, pressed against your big black lips?"

Curtis knew what was expected of him and slowly nodded his head "yes."
He shuddered in shame, being down on his knees, in a puddle of this
man's urine.

The man played with the boy's thick lips with his limp cock, making
them flap. "Wrap those lips of yours around my cock and suck it."

By now Curtis was getting used to the routine. He opened his mouth and
allowed the man to push his cock between his lips. Curtis pressed down
on the man's cock and sucked it.

The big man enjoyed the soft warmth of the boy's pillowy black lips,
plus the feeling of sheer power he had over the boy. This feeling of
power gave the man a raging hard-on that hit the back of the Curtis'
throat.

He grabbed the boy's head and began slow thrusts, fucking Curtis'
mouth.

The man sighed and held the boy's head, forcing him to work his cock
harder. "You think I should fuck your mama the same way I'm fucking
you with this big white cock?"

Curtis froze, his eyes widened; his face was pained.

"You think that nigger bitch would like to feel this white cock
pushing inside her nigger pussy tonight?"

The big man didn't wait for an answer. He pushed the boy's face
forward, chocking him.

 "Keep sucking that dick, nigger. Do you think it would be hot to
watch me fucking your mama's black pussy with this cock?"

Curtis knew what he had to say. He reluctantly nodded his head in
approval of what the man was saying while the man's cock slid in and
out of his lips.

"Yeah, that's good," the big man grunted. "I think it would be hot
too."

The man kept working the boy's head on his stiff pole. He threw his
head back as he enjoyed using the boy's wet mouth.

"You think your mama would beg for this big, fat cock?"

Curtis winced, wishing he could close his ears so he wouldn't have to
hear the man's lurid suggestions about his mother. He nodded his
approval again while he continued to caress the big white cock in his
mouth.

"Yeah," the large hairy man agreed. "It's probably just what the
nigger bitch needs - my thick cock shoved inside her black pussy fuck
the jungle out of her, huh? Can you picture it? Can you picture me
taming her jungle pussy?"

Sadly enough, Curtis actually could picture the big white man taming
his mama's pussy and he found himself oddly aroused by the idea.
Curtis didn't want to picture it, but once the man planted it in his
mind the image of this big burly white man fucking his mom's pussy
wouldn't go away. Curtis was ashamed that he was actually getting a
hard-on by imaging a white man raping his mama's pussy.

To make matters worse, he imagined his sister being raped by this
white man too. Maybe that was what his family was bred for - maybe
white men had a right to use all of their black bodies any time they
were in the mood for it.

The man tightened his grip on the teenager's head and increased the
force of his thrusts, fucking his face with abandon. The boy choked
and gagged, but he dare not let the man's cock drop from his mouth.

The man humped harder, making the black boy slobber on his chin.

Curtis dribbled on his chest.

The man suddenly stiffened.

Curtis knew what to expect next.

The cock in his mouth twitched and got even thicker in the hapless
black boy's mouth.

Warm globs of fresh cum pumped in spurts from the man's thick white
cock and splattered in the back of Curtis' throat.

The boy was beyond putting up resistance. He obediently swallowed the
man's cum as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him to
do. He allowed the man's cum to ooze down his throat as though his
destiny in life was to be the man's cum bucket.

The big hairy man blinked and shook his head in genuine amazement. As
his dick softened he wiped it off on the boy's lips. He tucked his now
limp cock back in his pants.

"It's a crime to let those jiggy lips go to waste when they should be
put to good use, sucking cock."

The large man lumbered out of the bathroom, leaving Curtis alone, his
head hanging down while he knelt in the porcelain tub in a pool of the
man's urine. The man's cum coated the boy's lips, making them shine.
Curtis slowly stroked his own throbbing hard black teenage cock.

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