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Subject: {ASSM} Black Boys and White Boys
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The following story is a work of erotic fiction. It is for
entertainment purposes only. It is not intended for minors. It
includes teenagers and racially offensive language. Anyone who might
be offended by this type of story, or unduly influenced by it, should
find something else to read.

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The white boy and the black boy; both had secrets that they kept from
one another. Both dropped hints of their secrets, hoping they would be
fully disclosed so that they could be freed from the chains that bound
them. The white boy's name was Timothy; the black boy's name was
Lamont. This is their story:

Lamont sat in his bedroom, thinking about the way that teenage white
boys seemed to have an angelic quality. Their smooth white skin
connoted "purity" in his mind. He even found the variation of skin
tone on their white bodies beautiful, like the contrast between the
boy's throbbing red cock, as it was being trust inside Lamont's mouth,
and the pale whiteness of the boy's hairless chest that rose and fell
with increased rapidity as the boy was nearing orgasm.

White boys were, to Lamont, noble young squires - right out of the
pages of a medieval fairy tale about heroism, rationality, courage and
chivalry.  Their curly golden locks fell over their foreheads and
their rosy cheeks and red lips were full of innocence and life. He
longed to have them lie on top of him and pump their angelic seed
inside of his black body.

Lamont had read books about American slavery. He know that black boys
held captive as slaves enjoyed nothing greater than being "forced," by
their teenaged white masters, to suck on their horny plantation cocks
and swallow their cum. To have the young master's seed slide down the
black boy's throat made the young black boy feel as though he was
closer to his master, as if the very substance of his master's body
had now become part of him. He was no longer an ordinary black slave;
unlike the other "niggers" he now carried the master inside of him.

As Lamont became older the white boys he became involved with would
test him, and he tested them in return. White boys, like his friend
Timothy, started out by admiring Lamont's "big black cock," stroking
it slowly and watching his facial expression as Timothy took control
over Lamont's black body. Lamont's testicles churned as Timothy
continued to stroke his throbbing black member until the black boy
shot ropes of thick white cum all over his dark body. Timothy sat back
and admired the contrast and his conquest of the black boy's body.

Once Timothy had established that Lamont could trust him, because,
after all, Timothy was willing to "submit" to servicing Lamont's black
cock by stroking it for him, Timothy found that he was free to push
things with Lamont a little further. Timothy gradually reeled Lamont
in by moving to the next stage of his carefully planned seduction.

"Wouldn't you like to have a nice firm body like mine lying on top of
you?" Timothy asked, rather innocently one day while he was stroking
the black boy's cock. Of course Lamont would love to have Timothy's
firm white body lying on top of him. What self-respecting black boy
doesn't want his body to be covered by a European knight or squire?

Gradually the two boys' roles were reversed. Timothy no longer stroked
and adored the black boy's cock; now it was Timothy whose body was
being admired. Sometimes he would hunch up on his knees and thrust his
throbbing red cock between Lamont's lips and force it down the black
boy's throat.

It was a fair enough exchange. Timothy, after all, had patiently
stroked Lamont's cock to bring the black boy to orgasm, and now it was
only fair for Lamont to return the favor by stroking Timothy's cock -
with the use of Lamont's thick black lips.

But oh, what an exchange! The white boy's soft hands may have felt
great as it stroked the length of Lamont's velvety dark shaft, but
that was nothing compared with the feeling of Lamont's thick, warm,
moist "nigger" lips sliding up and down the shaft of Timothy's hard
white cock. Timothy grabbed the black boy's head and made Lamont suck
him harder and harder.

After he had gotten Lamont to service him for a while, Timothy lie on
top of the boy and thrust his throbbing cock between the black boy's
legs, fucking him like he was Timothy's girlfriend. The darker boy's
thighs felt warm, soft and smooth. Timothy lost himself in the
pleasure of dominating his dark skinned partner with Timothy's
throbbing hard manhood. Lamont was hard too, gradually growing
accustomed to being positioned as the white boy's bottom - he was
gradually getting used to his submissive role.

Timothy pushed things a little further. "You like that? Huh, boy? You
like how my cock feels between your thighs?" Lamont, succumbing to the
moment, allowed himself to gasp "Oh, Yesssum. Yesssum, I likes how
that feels." Of course, this is not really the way Lamont normally
spoke. It was the heat and passion of the moment that allowed him to
talk this way - the desire to associate the feeling with being raped
as a slave. But he was afraid to say this to the white boy directly.

"Oh, Yesssum, yesssum," and the black boy groaned. He softly added,
"Massah," but he said that word so softly that it was barely
perceptible. If Lamont felt totally free to express himself he would
gladly add, "Fuck my nigger ass with your big white cock," but that
would be pushing things too far. That would be crossing a social taboo
that might make both young men feel uncomfortable. So he settled for
uttering "Yesssum, yesssum," over and over again, much to the
amusement of his white companion who continued his thrusts between the
darker boy's legs.

Timothy was increasingly encouraged and aroused by Lamont's reactions,
"You like that big white cock between your legs? Huh, boy? You like
the feel of that big white cock?"

Lamont responded all the more emphatically, "Yesssum, yesssum, I like
that big white cock between my thighs." Both boys felt a rush of
sexual intensity from the dialogue. Timothy shoved his cock deep
inside the black boy's ass and Lamont ventured a little farther in the
sex talk as both boys approached orgasm, "Oh yeah, shoot that master
seed inside my body."  These were just the words Timothy wanted to
hear. His white seed was about to breed the black boy's body. He was
civilizing Lamont by the thrusts of his cock. It drove Timothy over
the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer. He shot wave after wave of
his thick, creamy load inside of Lamont. The black boy felt Timothy's
warm sticky cum gush inside of his bowels. Lamont shot his load all
over the bed sheets. He was overcome by the thought that the white boy
had just totally conquered him.

Lamont felt as though the white boy's cum made Timothy a part of him.
He felt the warmth of Timothy's body fluids as they flowed through
Lamont's own dark body. The blond haired blue eyed boy was now a part
of him. The white boy's body fluids would liberate Lamont from his
blackness. Both boys felt the power of the moment, although they knew
better than to actually talk about it. Timothy loved the feeling of
having just conquered a strong, self-confident black boy's ass.

And there was much to be said for this conquest. Black boys, after
all, signified earthiness, athletic strength, soulfulness and warmth
to Timothy. Before meeting Lamont Timothy spent many hours admiring
black boys of all hues from afar. He found himself aroused by these
bronze warriors, whose loose fitting clothing seemed to barely cling
to their bodies, as they boldly and boisterously strutted and
meandered down the street in wolf packs. The boys' brown skin glowed
like honey. When Timothy stood near them he felt as though they
radiated tropical warmth.

Timothy studied the black boys' firm brown arms, made strong by
workouts and manual labor. He wanted those bronze arms to be wrapped
around his body, pulling him into the black boy's earthiness and his
soulful rhythms.  He wanted to take the golden warriors' semen inside
of him, emboldening him - giving him their strength. He wanted these
strong, soulful black boys to be devoted to him so that he could rely
on them for safety and protection.

He loved the trust in a black boy's eyes when Timothy stroked his
thick, dark cock, making the boy surrender his body. The black boy
opened up and surrendered to Timothy in a way that was only reserved
for his girlfriend during a moment of intense passion. But the Black
boy knew he couldn't trust his girlfriend as much as he could trust
Timothy. The black boy knew that when the passion subsided his
girlfriend would go directly for his wallet, whereas all Timothy
wanted from him, after the sex was over, was that the black boy would
be his protection when they both went into dangerous parts of the
city.

Timothy loved the funkiness and grittiness in the way that black boys
approached sex. He enjoyed convincing two black boys to have sex while
Timothy watched, stroking his pulsating cock. The white boy was driven
wild by the sight of two sweaty, muscular black boys interlocked in
passion, and the smell that emanated from their bodies as they as they
made rhythmic fucking motions on the floor in front of him. He enjoyed
capping off the evening by shooting his thick ropes of cum across the
two swarthy bodies at his feet.

When Timothy met Lamont he longed to have the black boy shoot his cum
down his throat. He sensed that the black boy's sperm would give him
strength and vitality - like an aphrodisiac made from tiger semen.
Lamont was the rich brown color of milk chocolate. Timothy wanted to
share in all of the exotic secrets of the black boy's body.
Often Timothy admired lighter-skinned black boys whose golden bodies
looked like they had been gently kissed by the sun. They seemed to
have absorbed the sun's rays. Timothy believed a black boy's sperm was
like seeds of healthy sun shine, full of vitamins and earthly
minerals. Black boys, he always thought, were rich in fertility. He'd
see them shamelessly grinding on their girlfriends in public places,
the muscles on their backs and their arms flexing as they put on their
public show - slow, nasty dancing, with or without the aid of music.
He knew that black boys were exotic and erotic creatures that just
couldn't get enough of fucking - and who had a lot to give. When they
shot cum from their thick black cocks their bodies shook and their
creamy juices flowed like molten lava from a volcano.

He wanted to swallow Lamont's fertile seed, and take it inside his
ass.

The white boy was not fooled by the black boy's façade. Black boys
were legendary for their homophobia and, if "gay," for always having
to be the "top." But Timothy knew better. He could put two and two
together. He knew that very few black boys grew up with fathers in the
home - very few had strong male role models in their lives. He knew
that this often meant that that a boy would grow up seeking the
attention of other males to compensate for what he lacked. The black
boy's insatiable need for masculine attention and approval secretly
made the boy feel uncomfortable because he was afraid this might be an
indication that he was actually homosexual.

Timothy sensed this weakness in black boys. He also knew that, in the
absence of male role models, black boys were insecure about their
manhood - they were uncertain about what it really means to be a man.
These boys would chase exaggerated Hollywood images of manhood - and
the extreme notions of manhood projected by hip hop recording artists.
It was a false manhood. It was a kind of hyper-masculinity - a macho
image that, in the real world, could only lead to an early death, yet
most black boys subscribed to it in order to cover up their
"homosexuality."

Added to this, Timothy thought, is the masculine culture among black
boys - a culture based on slapstick humor and mutual humiliation.
Timothy noticed that black boys' humor was largely based on
humiliating one another and seeing other people humiliated. Timothy
guessed that this humiliation cut deeper than just verbal insults; it
was even deeper than taking pleasure in watching another boy getting
brutally beaten - he noticed when black boys watched one of their
friends being humiliated they grabbed their crotches and sported a big
boner. The boys were aroused by seeing another humiliated - verbally,
physically and sexually.

It didn't take long for Timothy to realize that this sexual arousal
was not confined to seeing another black boy - and especially black
"bitches" - humiliated, they were just as intensely aroused when they
themselves were the ones being humiliated. Humiliation was humiliation
and black boys couldn't get enough of it, no matter who the victim
was. The erotic power of the act itself, for the black boy, never
ceased to amaze Timothy.

Suddenly it all began to make sense; no wonder these boys, who were
bold and proud in public, submitted to him so easily in private, even
begging him to abuse them and treat them like shit. If black boys were
aroused by humiliation at the hands of other black boys, how much more
humiliating - and arousing - must it have been for them when a white
man was humiliating them?  Even the toughest teenage street thug had a
hunger for abuse from white boys, in private, which seemed insatiable
- at least on the "down-low."

Timothy began to see that even black boys' fashions in clothing were
not entirely innocent. They sagged their pants well below their butts
in a way that was clearly suggestive of availability. They left very
little to the imagination of curious white boys who surreptitiously
inspected black boys' asses. Their bulbous dark asses were clearly
outlined in their boxer shorts, even to the point where one could see
the ghetto boy's ass crack. Black boys bent over and offered their
asses to be mounted every passing white boy each time they tied their
Timberland boots.

But Timothy also realized that the "hardness" of black boys' persona
was not entirely affected. In a post-industrial economy, where society
is increasingly feminized and women are much more likely to secure
steady employment than men, black males - more than most people - are
more likely to see themselves as being social "outsiders" without a
foothold in the economy. Instead, they swagger down the streets in the
bright and colorful clothing of pirates, complete with do-rags on
their heads and gold ear rings, affecting a macho "outlaw" image that
they can be proud of. They challenge the feminization of mainstream
society; but even this, Timothy realized, makes them more inclined
toward butt-fucking. After all, it is much more manly to fuck another
tough and firm-bodied man than it is to fuck a weak and soft woman.

Timothy knew that when a black boy exaggerates his fear of
homosexuality ("No homo, man, no homo") and when he exaggerates his
attraction to "the ladies" (calling them "bitches and hoes") that
black boy was trying to cover for his deep-seated fear, confusion and
insecurity about not having a father in his life, about his constant
need for male-peer approval and masculine attention, and his hidden
desire to be dominated by another man's cock - especially the cock of
a self-confident white man.

Timothy wasn't fooled, and it came as no surprise to him when it was
finally revealed that many black men live their lives on the "down-
low." So repressed was black American masculine culture, because of
its insecurities, and yet so powerful was black male-to-male
attraction, because of their needs that the "down-low" culture among
black men became inevitable.

Timothy realized that most black men were on the down-low, at least
for some portion of their lives. Their desire for white women only
masked their equally strong desire for white men and teenage boys.
This desire for white males was not always a desire to be on top,
either; the black boy longed to experience being the bottom and being
totally dominated and humiliated by white men. Timothy willingly
obliged.

He found that black boys longed to hear white men insulting them while
the man was taking the black boy's nigger ass. Timothy knew that all
he had to do was ease the black boy into a "relationship" with him
that would help the black boy get used to the idea of acting on his
own inner-desires, which the black boy himself was ashamed of and
didn't fully understand.

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

The honey-colored black boys were like fertile sunshine, but the
darker-skinned boys - the color of dark walnut, roasted coffee beans
or even the color of espresso - seemed to connote the strength of the
earth; the strength of stone. Timothy wanted to be in the firm grip of
these strong, black male bodies. He couldn't erase his own thoughts of
enslaving these black male studs. These slave studs' thick black cocks
should not just be reserved for a black woman's pussy - for breeding -
but should be shared by the black boy's master - Timothy. He
desperately wanted to know what it would be like to be bread by a
black slave stud's cock.

This is what set him off on his journey to conquer Lamont.

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