This is a fictional story, any similarities between the characters and anyone living or dead is totally coincidental. Furthermore, this story is not intended for minors. The following story contains hardcore unprotected sexual acts between males and/or a female, as well as the use of racial slurs. If such content is offensive to you, please do not read. I welcome comments, critiques, suggestions, and feedback of all types, please email me at TopOfNewYork1989@aol.com.
De'Quarious sat on the back of the bus, his body reeling from its savage sexual attack by the white jock named Scott, his mind confused and conflicted. His already thick lips were swollen from being fiercely fucked; his throat hurt from its rape, the smells of Scott's dick, balls, and feet were branded on his nose, he couldn't seem to rid himself of the scent, and his ass throbbed and burned as if someone had shoved a blowtorch into him instead of a hard dick. Scott's seed and the boy's own blood leaked out of his ass as the bus rode to the hood, wetting the seat of his basketball shorts, as he'd had to discard his soiled boxers. He couldn't bring himself to look at anyone; his eyes remained downcast, focused on his hands. It was as if he were afraid that if he looked at anyone they would be able to tell that he'd just spent the last three hours being used like a whore.
However, the pain wasn't what was truly bothering De'Quarious. Pain was nothing, he could deal with that. A trip to the 24 hour pharmacy for some extra strength Tylenol and some Epsom salts would take care of the pain. No, De'Quarious wasn't all that bothered by the physical pain. It was the knowledge that he'd allowed Scott to say those degrading things to him without delivering unto the white man the ass whipping that was expected from him saying those things to a young black thug like himself. The fact that, although he didn't want to think about it, hearing Scott say those things actually made his dick hard, not to mention that feeling that hard, hot, throbbing thick white donkey dick in his mouth had aroused him, as had the musky scent that wafted into his nose each time it came in contact with Scott's blond pubes, each time the white man's sac slapped against his chin. De'Quarious didn't want to think about how the extremely aggressive, confident, cocky, and handsome white man had caused his dick to get so hard that precum poured from his dick like a faucet, not only wetting the head underneath his foreskin, but wetting his shaft and balls too.
Yet, the most devastating event of the evening was the fact that De'Quarious had, in the midst of getting his anal cherry popped, had the most powerful orgasm of his eighteen year old life, shooting more jizz than he'd ever shot before, an orgasm so strong that his young black balls had shriveled from being drained so thoroughly and were still throbbing from the impact. The memory of it, of Scott's massive cock pounding him, of the way his fat cockhead mercilessly beat his prostate, the feel of that, combined with the tingling in his balls as they discharged all his hot young seed, the feel of the cum working its way through his engorged shaft, the stimulation of his piss slit while his thick cum shot out, the feeling of it raining down upon him, the taste of his own hot, salty, gooey boy juice, currently caused his swollen and used hole to tingle and his dick to get hard. De'Quarious hung his head in shame and fought not to cry from the embarrassment of becoming aroused at the memory of his assault.
By the time the teen got home, the sun was coming up. He slipped into the house and went straight into the bathroom to sit on the toilet and eject the remainder of Scott's seed. Then he took a bath, sitting in the hot water to soothe his battered hole, and then he violently scrubbed himself, trying to rid his skin of the feel of Scott's strong, soft, masculine hands. Flashbacks of the hours he spent as Scott's whore kept coming back, his dick getting hard with each memory, especially the most degrading ones. The memories of being forced to suck Scott's sweaty toes, the feel of Scott's hot mucus on his face, the names that Scott called him, they all brought De'Quarious' dick to a raging hard-on that he couldn't help but relieve, not wanting to get blue balls. Leaning back in the tub, tears of shame rolling down his smooth cheeks, De'Quarious grabbed his eight and a half inch uncut dick and jerked it furiously, replaying the degrading scenes from the night before. He found that they made his dick harder than any hot lesbian porno did, and he soon shot his load with a groan, shooting his thick nut into the water of the tub. He then dried off and unplugged the bathroom, sending the dirty water and his seed down the drain.
Knowing that he had to get his employer his money, De'Quarious promptly dressed, throwing on a brown t-shirt, a pair of baggy and sagging blue jeans, his Timberland boots which he wore with the laces untied and dragging the ground, and a matching fitted baseball cap that he wore on top of his braids at a jaunty angle. De'Quarious decided to put that night out of his mind and affect the persona that he had before, that of a cocky young thug nigga. He figured that if he acted out of character people would suspect that something had happened to him. Not wanting to touch the money Scott had tossed at him the night before with his hands, De'Quarious picked the stack up with a dirty t-shirt and put it in his pocket before leaving the apartment.
Nimrod, the drug dealer that De'Quarious worked for, lived in an apartment that was still in the hood, but away from the projects. It was actually four apartments two on one floor and two on the other, but the drug dealer was so wealthy that he had the walls knocked down and a staircase built within so that he had a six bedroom house within that large tenement. The apartment was filled with what Nimrod called "art" but which to De'Quarious was nothing more than a bunch of thick naked white girls. "See, that's cuz you ignorant." Nimrod had told him when De'Quarious told him what he thought of those portraits. "Those was painted by man named Titian hundreds of years ago, you gotta have art in your crib; it's a sign of sophistication."
There was a special knock that one had to perform to be allowed admittance, and De'Quarious performed it, and was told in a gruff voice to identify himself, which he did. The door opened to reveal two big and muscular guys holding machine guns that ushered him in and closed and bolted the door behind him. He walked in to find Nimrod sitting at a table eating breakfast with a girl about De'Quarious' own age. De'Quarious stood there waiting to be acknowledged, absolutely terrified of the man that he worked for. At the sight of Nimrod, De'Quarious thought of what he had endured the night before to ensure that this man got his money, and De'Quarious began to feel angry, embarrassed and somewhat resentful.
Nimrod's family was from somewhere in the Caribbean, De'Quarious never learned where. He was an extremely handsome man in his late thirties, about average height but with a stocky build that was packed with solid muscle. He was light skinned enough to pass for a person of Mediterranean descent had he chose to, with shiny wavy black hair that he wore cut very short and eyes that alternated between green and a very light brown. Despite the fact that he was nearly forty, the man could have passed for someone not much older than De'Quarious. "I-I brought your money." De'Quarious stammered.
"Damn, you sold it all already?" Nimrod asked. De'Quarious was glad that he was so dark because had he been lighter Nimrod would have seen him blush. He nodded and Nimrod's handsome face lit up in a grin. "See, that's why I fucks with this kid!" He said to all present. "Sold all that weed in just a few hours, he must have been grinding all night." De'Quarious blushed again and then his eyes strayed to the girl sitting beside Nimrod.
She was gorgeous, a brown skinned girl with half-closed eyes, high cheekbones, full sensual lips, and an abundance of long black hair. De'Quarious could see her hard nipples underneath the thin negligee that she wore and he was thrilled to see that she was observing him as carefully as he was observing her. Nimrod seemed oblivious to it. "This is Vanessa. Vanessa, this is De'Quarious, he's a tough lil' nigga." De'Quarious nodded in Vanessa's direction and she waved at him and smiled. Nimrod got to his feet and went into the back and the men with the guns followed. De'Quarious and Vanessa were left in the living room alone.
"So, how long you been working for Nimrod?" Vanessa asked. She had a voice that, to De'Quarious, sounded like an angel's.
"Two years." He said, trying to make his voice sound deeper than it really was. "How long you been with him?"
"Not long." She said and then she smiled at him. "How old are you?"
"Old enough." He said.
She smiled again. "Old enough for what?"
Now De'Quarious smiled. "Old enough for whatever you want to do with me."
Vanessa looked back towards the bedroom and then leaned towards the youth. "Well, Nimrod's gonna be leaving soon, then I'll be here all by myself." She sighed. "Unless someone wants to come by and keep me company." She said that last sentence seductively, and De'Quarious' dick sprang to life in his boxers.
De'Quarious may have been a little on the dim side, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that nothing good could come of fucking his employer's girl. However, despite having jerked off that morning, the adolescent was horny again. It had been over twenty-four hours since he'd had some pussy and he was starting to experience what he called "pussy withdrawal." But there was something else that caused him to accept Vanessa's invitation, something deep down inside connected with his experience a few short hours earlier. After having been made a bitch by a cracker like Scott, De'Quarious felt the need to reassert his manhood and his masculinity, and what better way than to fuck a pretty girl like Vanessa? By dominating her and forcing her to submit to him, he could salve some of his guilt from having been turned into a whore the night before, he could make himself feel better, prove to himself that he was still a man despite the fact that he'd shot a geyser of cum from his jungle cock while Scott pounded him. So, after thinking about it for a minute, De'Quarious nodded. "Yeah, fo' sure." ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* Two hours later, after he'd spied Nimrod and his henchmen leaving from his hiding space across the street, De'Quarious ran across the street and back to Nimrod's apartment. Vanessa opened the door immediately and he noticed that she'd changed out of what she was wearing when he was there earlier and into another negligee, this one of black lace, virtually see-through. His dick got hard and he grabbed the crotch of his jeans.
Vanessa saw the thick pole in De'Quarious' jeans and smiled. "Looks like you're all ready for me." She said with a smile. De'Quarious gave her a cocky grin and she immediately dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans, shorts, and boxers down, taking the entire length of his thick black cock in her mouth and swallowing it. De'Quarious moaned in pleasure as Vanessa used her soft and warm mouth to pleasure him, pulling his loose foreskin back to lick his sensitive dick head. De'Quarious led her to the couch where he kicked his boots off, kicked his jeans, shorts, and boxers off, and then spread his legs for the girl to get in between them so that she could better suck him off. "Yeah bitch, suck this dick." He panted, "take all of it down your throat." Vanessa deep throated him again and his body relaxed as pleasure and arousal shot through him.
It was as if the blowjob was the cure, as if having that pretty girl on her knees pleasuring him was enough to bring his pride back. With each thrust into her mouth, De'Quarious felt more like a man. He grabbed her hair and forced himself deep down her throat, closing his eyes, imagining that it wasn't her mouth that he was fucking, but the memory of his sexual degradation that night before. "Take this big ass dick down your throat bitch, you know you like it." He growled, rapidly fucking the girl's mouth, his smooth blue-black balls audibly slapping against her chin. The girl retched and gagged but continued to take the thick uncut dick being forced into her mouth, using her tongue to lick the piss slit and frenulum, causing De'Quarious to make low growling noises in his throat.
He pulled the straps of her negligee down; exposing two round grapefruit sized breasts with dark areolas and hard protuberant nipples. While his hips thrust his raging boner down her throat, he pinched and tweaked her nipples, making her grunt in pain and pleasure. Vanessa spit his dick out and, while jerking his meat, she took his entire smooth ball sac into her mouth, sucking and licking, working her mouth on his testicles with passion, while he took his dick from her hands and instead sat it across her face, enjoying how it sat there, feeling more powerful than he had in hours, with this bitch on her knees and his fat cock on her face. "Get up." De'Quarious told her and she did, letting her negligee fall to her ankles. He pulled his t-shirt and cap off and threw them on the floor, standing naked before her.
Vanessa licked her lips in desire as she gazed upon the young ebony stud's perfectly chiseled body. He wasn't as muscular as Nimrod, but his body was gorgeous, and she started to rub her clitoris while she gazed at him. De'Quarious likewise, was entranced by her body. Her smooth and flat stomach, her smooth, hairless, wet vagina, which was leaking down her legs, and which she was now fingering. "Turn around and let me see that ass." He told her, and was rewarded with the sight of a huge ass, perfectly round and sticking out from her back so that De'Quarious could have sat a glass on it. He slapped it and then demanded that she take him to the bedroom. Once inside the room, De'Quarious sat on the pillows while Vanessa, on her hands and knees, licked, kissed, and sucked on his genitals. The sight of her ass kept the boy's dick hard, and every so often he'd reach over her to squeeze her cheeks or run his finger down her wet crack. Vanessa diverted her attention from his genitals and decided to worship that black Adonis' ripped torso. She pushed him back on the bed and proceeded to run her tongue over his rock-hard eight pack, rubbing her face against his abs before taking his protruding navel into her mouth and sucking on it like a tiny little dick. While she did this, she ran her hands up his chest, which was hard and black like ebony, until she found his raisin sized nipples. She pinched and pulled on them, making the black boy groan with pleasure. Vanessa's mouth followed her hands until she was sucking his nipples, softly biting on them, and flicking her warm and wet tongue over them. De'Quarious' dick started to leak on their stomachs while she worked his nipples over, and then she put her mouth over his, her lips and tongue tangling with his, and giving him a taste of his own sweaty body and his precum.
De'Quarious stroked his hard coon cock while he kissed Vanessa's luscious lips, eagerly anticipating the moment that he'd plunge his rock hard throbbing eight and a half inches into her tight wet cunt. Not being able to wait anymore, the teen pushed the girl off him, positioned her on her hands and knees with her face to the headboard, and climbed behind her, pushing her back down, pulling his foreskin all the way back, and sliding into her tight wet pussy with a sigh of immense pleasure. Vanessa grunted as her pussy's walls stretched to accommodate the five and a half inch width of De'Quarious' dick. They both sighed as he slid in deeper, so that his nappy pubic hair touched the smoothness of the girl's pussylips.
De'Quarious had wanted to fuck Vanessa slow, to savor the feel of her tight pussy, but the desire to prove himself caused him to ram his boner in and out of her violently. He was a man, he was a strong black man, and he was no one's bitch. He grabbed Vanessa's hair and fucked her harder, biting his lip and glaring at the headboard, not seeing the wood but instead seeing Scott's sneering, gloating, handsome face, seeing the contempt in his eyes when he called De'Quarious those degrading names and forced the teen to take his horse dick up his still sore ass. With each thrust, De'Quarious hoped to further banish the memory of his humiliation. With each thrust he hoped to reclaim his black manhood, which had been left in a shattered pile on the hardwood floor of Scott's living room.
The vigorous pounding that the angry, humiliated, virile, and horny young black buck gave Vanessa's hot wet black twat caused both to scream, her in pleasure and he in determination, as well as the bed to squeak loudly, as it fought to stay intact despite the savageness of the lovemaking by the hot young black couple. The noise was so loud that it filled the apartment, blocking out any other sounds, and so it came as a complete surprise to De'Quarious when he happened to turn around to see that they weren't alone. Standing in the doorway to the room, arms folded across his large muscular chest, was Nimrod; a smile on his face that De'Quarious knew wasn't friendly. Knowing that he was fucked but determined to finally put last night's episode behind him, De'Quarious thrust his dick into Vanessa one last time, shooting a huge load of his hot young Negro seed into her accepting Negro cunt, whispering "Fuck you Scott," as he reclaimed his black manhood. Unfortunately, it would only be for a short while.