Disclaimer: This story contains potentially offensive, racially-charged and abusive language. Do not read any further if this offends you or you are too young to read such material. Please do not email me if you are offended.
This story is pieced together from a couple different encounters (as well as some fantasy) from over the years, one of which included a black guy who used to like exchanging racial insults a little light S/M.
What He Will Do for Money
by
Zenith64131@aol.com (mailto:Zenith64131@aol.com)
I recently got a call from an old friend who has several children and a few grandchildren. Linda was pretty upset when she called and needed someone to talk to. She had kicked DeJuan, her grandson, out of the house because he stole her cigarettes and a little money. His own mother had also thrown him out of her house for the same reason. It was sad because I've known this kid since he was thirteen. Now he's nineteen and a full-fledged punk assed little thug. Having only petty theft charges in his past, DeJuan was the perfect candidate for even more trouble in his future.
I was downtown this afternoon and driving past the shopping mall where a lot of thuggish little bastards hang out. They all think they're tough and have their pants hanging down, hair braided, and like to swagger like they know something about the world. The truth is that most are potheads, lazier than fuck, and sponge off of or steal from the people they know. A few carry diseases because they seem to nail any ugly fat chick that walks by. Most are just ghetto kids who have had no daddies to whip their asses into submission and teach them how to be men.
As I was driving past this group of delinquents, I heard a whistle. It was DeJuan, my friend's grandson. I slowed the car down and as I came to a stop, rolled the window down. DeJuan strutted over to where I was parked, his boxers and ass outside of his jean shorts.
"Yo, what up nigga?" DeJuan asked. "Can I gets a ride?"
"Sure," I replied. I pushed the button and unlocked the car door. He hopped in.
"Whassup up nigga?" DeJuan asked again.
"Nigger?" I said. "You must be colorblind. I'm white."
DeJuan scowled.
"I mean what up man. You my guy. Don' start with dat racist shit."
I laughed for a second. The tension quickly faded. I looked DeJuan over and could see dark, nappy hair in his armpits. His gray undershirt had some sweat stains on it. The jean shorts he was wearing were pretty clean looking. The shoes he had on were white and looked almost new - probably stolen form the nearby discount shoe store known for the slutty chicks fucking black dicks and giving' out shoes to the niggas banging that sloppy twats. DeJuan was wearing a large diamond-like earring in each ear. They were obviously cheap imitations - fake bling. The hair on his head was neatly formed into braids, the kind of style that takes hours to make.
I remember DeJuan's last girlfriend, Tiffany. She was a nasty looking white chick who was always spending money on him, buying him clothes, food, and weed. She was not the only bitch he fucked. At an early age he learned to pick up a slut who would dutifully arrange his hair before he pounded her pussy till she screamed in ecstasy, hoping he would put the needed sperm in cunt to give her a black bastard baby. DeJuan went from tramp to tramp and more than once was kicked out only to return and bang the cunt again - all would be forgiven. Dumpy chicks are usually that desperate for love and are easy prey. Tiffany was no exception. Now it was my turn to prey on the DeJuan, the african predator.
DeJuan looked hot today, particularly the way that his clothes seemed to contrast his dark black skin. It was almost like his body should not have clothes on it at all, maybe just some sagging boxers. I was almost hypnotized thinking about seducing this kid. You could feel the electricity in the air and smell the funky jungle scent from the sweaty nigga boy.
"So did you hear mah Moms and mah Grandma kicked me to the curb?" DeJuan asked.
Before I could answer he added, "They be on some bullshit."
"I hear you were on some bullshit," I answered. "You stole money from them."
"Shit!" DeJuan retorted. "Does you believe that?"
"Yeah, I do." I replied. "You used to be a good kid but now I'm beginning to wonder what's gotten into you."
"I needed me some money," he said. "You think you can help me out wit some monies?" DeJuan asked.
"I've got money," I said. "But I don't just give it away to people who ask. In this world you have to give something to get something. It has to be earned."
"I ain't gonna mow yo' muthafuckin' lawn or nuttin' like dat," DeJuan sneered. "I ain't no slave."
"I didn't ask you to. You asked me for money. If you don't want the money...."
"What's I gots ta do? I be needin' to hold thirty dollas for some weed."
DeJuan was falling into my snare and didn't even realize it.
"It's totally your choice," I said, "But if you want to make some quick cash, you need to start by showing me that big black dick."
"Hell no," DeJuan said. "I ain't into dat gay shit. I a man. I just got mah ass jumped into gang a few days ago. I ain't no sissy."
"Did you like getting beat up?" I asked.
"Hell no, but it made me stronger." DeJuan puffed up a little in car seat.
"I think it's a little gay," I said. DeJuan's face clouded over.
"Why the fuck you say dat?" he growled.
"Cause I like to get the shit slapped out of me, even pissed on, and I will pay money for a few men to rough me up. It's a little gay to like guys to smack you." A look of confusion clouded over his face.
"You don' understan'. It ain't nothin like that," he said. "It was to get in tuh a gang, man."
"Yeah. If you had had a dad you wouldn't need a gang."
"Fuck you!" DeJuan looked pissed.
"You know what I think," I added, "You would do anything for your homes. If you had a friend that would get you in to the gang, you would have sucked his dick on the downlow just to get in." There was a long pause.
"...... Hell, no. Shit, that's some gay shit! I ain't gay."
"Funny, it took you a second to think it over," I mentioned.
"I don't know, man. Shut the fuck up. If I dinnit know you, I'd beat yo muthafuckin' ass talking shit like dat. So what I got to do for thirty dollas?" DeJuan changed the subject.
"Take your black cock out and play with it," I told him. "Get it hard. Jack it off for me."
"I don't know about dis man," he said. "Don't tell nobody."
"I won't tell anyone," I lied. "Let me see the big black cock the white bitches want so bad."
DeJuan shifted and pulled down his jean shorts. A pair of black boxer shorts was underneath.
"Take them down," I ordered. He complied.
DeJuan pulled his cock loose from where it stuck down to his balls. Even soft, it was fairly thick and about five inches long. The head was a little lighter than the shaft which was a nice medium-dark chocolate. It was a beautiful circumsized breeding cock. There was a dense little jungle of nappy curls. A jungle on a jungle bunny. It was kind of unusual for a guy that young to have that kind of a bush but it was all the better for trapping that monkey sweat for me to enjoy smelling and tasting.
DeJuan started stroking his cock and I watched as it lengthened and thickened. I started to ask him questions.
"So do you like black or white pussy best?" I inquired.
"White pussy. I'm gonna put some nigga babies in sum white bitches' pussies." He laughed. "They loves this big dick. It's ten inches long."
"More like eight or nine, I'd say. But it will keep growing. That's a cuntbuster to be proud of," I added.
With that I reached over and wrapped my hand around his cock. DeJuan jumped a little.
"Man, what you doin'?" he asked and pulled back a little.
"Don't bullshit me," I said. "You want to make some money, you got to let me get you off. I know you probably messed with some of your friends already."
"I was younger then!" he protested and then went silent.
"Hah!" I laughed. "You do like to mess around. You're another downlow undercover brutha. All you ghetto bruthas like to fuck around."
DeJuan said, "Man, it ain't like that. You wouldn't understand." He leaned back and I took that as a cue to stroke his cock. DeJuan offered no resistance.
"Look," I said. "This doesn't make you gay. It's just a hand getting you off. Relax and it will be over soon. I'm gonna give you a life lesson. You are black and have no job and probably won't get one the way you're going. I'm rich and white. If you want weed this is what you have to do to get it. You are no more free than you were in your great granddaddy's day."
DeJuan's body went limp in defeat, surrendering his body and masculinity to a white man's hand. He looked at me with disgust. As I continued to stroke, the cock swelled even more, the head like an angry cobra. No matter how much he hated me, he liked getting his dick played with. It just shows that there isn't much conscience in a stiff jungle dick.
"Do what you gotta do," sighed DeJuan. He slumped back the car seat and closed his eyes. I had succeeded in breeaking him.
I spit on my fingers and massaged my index finger under his cock head. DeJuan drew in his breath sharply. Taking another glob of spit, I rubbed in around the top of his shaft.
"Oh fuck, dat feel good." I could feel the cock stiffen. DeJuan continued to remain relaxed in the seat.
"I love nigger dicks," I said.
"Hey, watch yo mouff," DeJuan snarled.
"I know you like this," I said. "You like getting that jungle dick played with, making money, being the pimp. You know all white sluts want this black meat. We used to own you, now you niggers think you own us. Fucking wanna take my money."
"Fuck you, white mutha fucka," DeJuan laughed, showing his white crooked teeth. One of his front teeth was crooked and bigger than the other. Damn, that turned me on. I took his hand, and guided it to my cheek.
"Slap me, nigger," I told him. He lightly slapped his hand on my face.
"Is that all you got? Now who's the faggot?" I asked. "Beat me like a baby mama!"
CRACK! DeJuan slapped me so hard in the face my glasses fell off and landed on the floor of the car.
"Shit man, I sorry!" he said with some concern in his voice.
"Fuck," I said, my face still stinging. "Now that's more like it!"
DeJuan's cock was harder than ever. I leaned forward and sucked that big black rod into my mouth and he groaned but did not make any attempt to stop me. His hips thrust up a little and the head of his babymaker hit the back of my throat.
"Oh hell yeah, mmmmmm. Damn, suck that dick fo' me. Fuckin' nasty white faggot bitch."
DeJuan took his hand and started jacking his dick while I sucked on the head and used my tongue to stimulate that sweet spot at the top of his shaft.
I pulled off his jungle meat for a second,savoring the flavor on my tongue and the smell I was breathing in.
"Cum in my mouth you fuckin nigger," I growled. "I'm gonna swallow this shit so you can't make another bastard baby."
DeJuan shoved his up, choking me as the head of his dick gagged me. His hand slapped me across the cheek a second time.
"Keep doing that and I gonna nut in yo' mouff. Nasty fat white bitch. Racist muthafucka."
I could feel his whole body tensing and DeJuan's hand flew up and down his big black cock. His young meat swelled in my mouth as he approached his climax. As he started to sweat harder, a funky nigger sweat smell permeated my sinuses and set my cock raging with desire. The ugly black dick in my mouth swelled so much it was difficult to breath. Then it started to spasm.
"Take my cum bitch. Here what you wanted. Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Shiiiitttt! Fuck yeah... Hell, yeah.... DAMN!"
Both of his hands held my head so tight I could not move. At least five healthy shots of thick black cum surged into my mouth as DeJuan emptied his teenage balls down my throat. His sweaty funk burned my nose with the rage of lust we both were experiencing.
"Damn, I needed that but I ain't no homo," DeJuan said between panting.
"But we aren't done yet," I said. "I need to get off."
"Oh, hell no. I ain't suckin' yo dick." He looked pissed.
"If you want the money, you can help me get off. You either suck me off, jack me off, or let me kiss those big nigger lips while I jack off. Your choice and you get a hundred." Things got quiet.
"You can kiss me on mah cheek," offered DeJuan, turn his head.
"Fuck that. You're sweet - you can kiss me on my lips," I said. "Either that or put those big lips on my dick." DeJuan looked defeated. I kind of felt sorry for him.
"Let me lick that armpit while I beat off and that would be okay." He perked up.
"Mah mothafuckin' armpit nasty as HELL right now but you can lick it if you want to you nasty muthafucka." With that he raised his arm.
I took my white cock out of my pants and it was already hard.
"Man, that dick be little," DeJuan laughed. "Do all white people got dicks dat little?"
"Some of us do. Black people have big dicks and lazy asses." DeJuan looked pissed.
I started jacking my cock and he leaned over me and smashed the nappy curls of his pit into my mouth.
"Fat white mothafucker. Eat this niggas nasty pit. Sick mothafucka gettin off on dis shit. I hates the white peoples. Get yo nut and gets me mah money bitch."
With his other hand, DeJuan lightly choked my throat. I knew I would cum fast. This little hustler knew how to get me off. Just before I came, DeJuan took his hand off my throat and slapped me on the cheek - enough to hurt and make me spurt at the same time. I shot cum all over my slacks and hand. DeJuan laughed. After cleaning myself up with some fast food napkins, I pulled out my wallet and gave him five twenty dollar bills. He held his money proudly. We headed back to the mall so he could rejoin his friends.
"Maybe if you can come with some mo' monies I can fuck that nasty old white ass for you," DeJuan said.
"And then I can lick that lazy nigger ass of yours," I retorted. "Maybe I can get you to piss on me too."
"Hell no!" exclaimed DeJuan. "Does you really hate nigga that much?"
"Not you, I don't. Do you hate white people that much?" I inquired.
"No, not you. But you one freaky mutha fucker."
"Call me when you the bitches fuck you over," I advised him. "I'll always talk to you and you can whoop the shit out of me and cum in me any time you want. I won't turn your ass in. I'll even give you money."
DeJuan grinned. It was obvious he enjoyed humiliating me as much as I liked abusing him.
"You a damn freak. We might be able to do dat. Depends. How much money you got?" he asked.
It was amazing to me how quickly DeJuan was willing to trade in his masculinity for a little weed money. The streets can always use another downlow thug hustler. At the same time, it made me wonder, did I change him a little, breaking his manhood or did he take advantage of me? I guess it doesn't matter.
I hope everyone enjoyed this story. Be careful in your pursuit of black cock.
Zenith64131