Young White Master By Latenightnuts in the tradition of Classicrider
****** This is a work of erotic fiction. It is freely shared and may be freely reposted, but all rights are reserved by the author. It is not intended for inappropriate audiences. It is simply written for adult entertainment and enjoyment.
Depending on your imagination this story may be categorized as "interracial," "High School," and "Adult-Youth." ******
It was late in the evening in the locker room of the public recreation center. I was getting ready to change into my gym clothes so that I could shoot hoops on the basketball court. I like to change inside the toilet stalls because I don't want any faggots looking at me. As I searched for an open stall and came face-to-face with a "white boy," wearing nothing but his briefs and standing in an open stall, about to close the door.
His grey eyes locked onto me and I couldn't turn away. It was as though he knew me and could see right into my soul. I wanted to get away from him and join "my boys" on the basketball court, where we run circles around white boys like him all day, but I couldn't break free of this white boy's gaze. There was something about the way the curly brown locks of his hair fell to the side of his face, reminding me of a young Greek god who was about to conquer the world.
The way he was looking at me made me feel uncomfortable; I felt threatened. I tried to intimidate him by putting bass in my voice, scaring him with the power of my black manhood as I barked, "What the fuck do you want?" He just stood there and smirked as he bit his red lower lip, a devilish gleam in his eyes, and the smooth white face of angelic innocence.
He whispered in a sneer, "I want to see your thick black lips wrapped around my hard white cock, that's what I want."
I was startled. I didn't know what to say. No white boy had ever spoken to me that way before. Suddenly my body felt weak as he put his hands on my shoulders and gently guided me to my knees, making me kneel in front of him and admire the white radiant beauty of his body.
"Suck my white cock," he hissed, "You know you want it."
Kneeling at his feet I couldn't deny his words. Deep down inside, isn't this what every black boy secretly wants? I looked up at the firm muscles of his ivory arms and chest. My heart raced. I never felt anything like this before, even with my girlfriends. My dick stiffened inside my pants. I wanted his angelic white seed in me. I wanted him to be part of me.
"Suck my white cock," he whispered again. "Admit the truth and you will be free."
I heard the shouts of my black homeboys echoing in the distance inside the gym and their squeaking sneakers on the floor of the basketball court. I heard the sound of the ball pounding on the floor and hitting the rim of the hoop. The funky smell of sweat and perspiration, of unwashed socks, jockey shorts, and masculine sweaty T-shirts filled the locker room air. The white boy pulled down his briefs and sat in front of me on the toilet. He put his hands on both sides of my head and guided my face to his crotch. He filled my head with the intimate smell of his boyish manhood.
"Suck it with your big, black lips," he whispered, "make me happy and you'll be free." With his hands he pushed his flaccid cock between my lips and it quickly grew hard in my mouth. Just the touch of my lips and tongue made it come alive. His stiff cock throbbed in my mouth as he hissed, "Suck that white cock, you black piece of shit."
Such hateful words coming from his innocent red lips made me feel compelled to obey him. He spat the words from his mouth. Saliva dripped from his lips and splattered against my face. I immediately lowered my head to suck his white cock and obey him.
I served this young, angelic warrior. The purity of his smooth white thighs pressed against my face. His cock throbbed on my tongue. I felt him breathing hard. I held onto his legs and felt the soft whiffs of hair on his calves. He tightened his grip on my head as he used me to meet the needs of his youthful manhood.
"Suck it, nigger, suck it," he gasped as he violently thrust his dick deeper and deeper inside my throat. I slobbered, tasting his cock, feeling it's hard strength and power. This young white warrior drained the strength from my black body as he grew stronger. I was helpless, kneeling at his feet.
"Suck it, you nigger piece of shit." The white boy wouldn't let me up for air, but that was fine with me. My nose was buried in the boy's pubes. His firm, hairy balls slapped against my chin. The smell and taste of heroic white manhood was overpowering.
My warm, wet mouth brought him to an orgasm. He grabbed my nappy head and his body shook. He fired load after load of hot, angelic cum down my throat, freeing me with his beauty and his white purity. The pungent smell and the fresh taste of his jism overwhelmed me as his cum coated my mouth and oozed down my throat. I swallowed the white boy's nectar and felt its cleansing power.
He slowly lifted my face from his sticky cock. It was red and throbbing hard before my eyes, a strand of cum and saliva made a thin, moist bridge between my lower lip and the head of his cock. He looked down at me with amusement and contempt, as though he had just discovered a power he had all along. "Awesome," he whispered.
I looked up at his smooth, angelic face, gazing at his body, wanting more, wanting to do it again, wanting to serve this young white master as he relieved himself inside of me. As the distant voices of my home boys echoed off the walls the white boy blushed, pulled up his briefs and left me there kneeling on the floor with the taste of his cum in my mouth.