Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 01:16:10 -0800 (PST)
From: pat roberts <philip_effiong@yahoo.com>
Subject: Africa Ren University Ch 4

African Renaissance University

 Chapter 4

Justin the Fresher

On the Wednesday morning Justin was once more taken over to the University,
and specifically to his Hall of Residence, by Mr Moeketsi, who called for
him at 08.30.  The handsome Gabriel Moeketsi met Mrs Hendricks who was
rushing out of the house, late.

"Oh this is so kind of you, Mr Moeketsi! Thank you so much!  I would have
taken him myself but I have a management meeting I simply can't miss.
Justin is always running late.  He's still upstairs I'm afraid, doing
heaven knows what, but he should be ready. Anyway he's not due at ARU until
11.00, but if you can take him over he can wait there until they want him."

"Please, go on in and give the lazy boy a shout! Sit down and make yourself
comfortable – there's a newspaper in the kitchen, and the coffee is
still hot in the jug."

"Justin's room, if you want to go and speed him up, is just on top of the
second flight of stairs. You can't miss it. It's where that dreadful music
is coming from! The boys are not with you this morning?"

"No, they have early school today, and said their goodbyes to Justin
yesterday.  They'll be sorry they missed you though, Mrs Hendricks"

"Oh, please!  I'm Liz",

"I'm Gabriel!"

Justin's mum smiled at the gorgeous black man in his crisp white open
necked shirt and dark blue jeans, and to his surprise, gave him a kiss on
the cheek.

"Thanks again for your tremendous help this morning Gabriel! I must repay
your kindness one day!"

She rushed on to the garage, opening the door with her remote.

Gabriel Moeketsi swung through the front door and closed it behind him. He
took the stairs at the run.  He was supremely fit, and had the body to
prove it.  He smiled to himself at how Justin's mother had looked him over
before kissing him. Maybe one fine day....!

Anyway now there was the boy to get away. He knocked on the door but aside
from the pounding bass there was no response.  He opened the door gently
and looked in.  No Justin.  Not a whiteboy in sight. Then he heard the
shower from the en suite bathroom, which almost immediately stopped. He sat
on the edge of the bed and waited.  The bathroom door opened and Justin
appeared, totally naked, a towel over his face and towelling his hair
dry. He took in the whiteboy's beautiful slim body, his ringed nipples, the
semi erect ringed cock, and his round white butt with its cock -hardening
outrageous tattoos. Slight red marks from a beating too by the look of it.
He couldn't take his eyes off him.

"Hello, Justin my boy!"

Justin nearly hit the ceiling when he saw Mr Moeketsi and trying to cover
his cock with the towel, dropped it, blushing hugely.

"Mkhonza told me you were beautiful, but he certainly understated that
beauty, Justin!"

Justin flushed again, bent over to pick up the towel, his naked butt
pushing out towards Mr Moeketsi.  "Oh shit!" thought the black man, "I'm
going to have that whiteboy butt! Mrs Hendricks, I know now how you can
repay my kindness!"

"Come here, Justin!"

"Sir, can I just get something on?

"Come here, Justin!"  . The naked boy took a long look at the tall muscular
black man in his tight well-fitting jeans.

"Come here Justin!  Let me cuddle you boy! This is a big day for you!"

The naked whiteboy dropped the towel and fell into his arms.

Strong black arms reached around under his white butt, the boy's cock
stabbed into Moeketsi's jeans, and Moeketsi's mouth locked on to the
blond-boy-next-door's full lips. He kissed him deeply, then slowly and
gently pushed him to his knees.

"Suck my black cock Justin!  Get my cock out Boy, and suck it!"

As he looked down moments later at the sucking blonde boy, Gabriel Moeketsi
knew he had him.

Five minutes later he was fucking the white boy's ass on his bed, the very
same place that his son Mkhonza, had fucked him, with Mbusuma and Mbusuma's
young brother Seleki, the afternoon before. He pushed two pillows under the
whiteboy's ass, just as they had, and breathed in, ready for a long,
wonderful whiteboy fuck. The eight inch long, thick black tool slid
effortlessly into the boy, lubricated by his own son's juice.

 "Are you all right Justin-Boy?"  He asked, pushing the boy's blonde hair
away from his face.

"Oh yes Sir Yes!! It's wonderful Sir!  You're wonderful Sir! Please fuck me
Sir!!  Please!  Please!! Please!!!"!

"What the hell had they done to these whiteboys in school?"  Moeketsi
thought, "Well he wants to be fucked , and I want to fuck him."

* *

Gabriel Moeketsi had scooped him and his cases up, and into the white BMW,
and driven him right to the Hall. Gabriel could still smell the boy's
sweetness and body scent on him.  He kissed him full on the lips before
they got down from the car....

Justin's room was next door to Taiwo and Langa who, as most undergraduates
did, shared a room. The rooms were locked and he guessed Taiwo had both
keys. There was no answer to a knock on either door. He knew there was a
shared balcony for the four rooms on that side of the floor, but there was
no access to that from the corridor, except through one of the four
rooms. So nothing for it but to wait.

Gabriel Moeketsi left him outside the room and, giving the boy a final
bear-hug and kiss, he left for work.

He waits for half an hour and sees no-one.  A student passes, and stops and
to talk with him. "Welcome to Hall Boy. You must be a New Boy?  Why are you
not in Pod clothes , whiteboy?"

"I only just arrived. Yes Sir, I'm a Fresher. I'm just waiting for my
friends Sir!"

The black student stares him in the eyes; if eyes could fuck, he was
already inside him.  He casually undoes Justin's belt, slides it out, and
holds it like a strap for punishment. He unzips the cargo shorts, pushes
his hand in the gaping fly to check the contents, and roughly pulls the
shorts down.

"Why the underpants Boy?  You know that's an offence?  Get them off and
give them to me."

"But Sir!..."

"Right now, Boy!"

Justin pulls down his Calvin Klein boxers.  A slim young black student in
spectacles turns the corner of the corridor and walks with his books
towards them.

"Hey kid you wanna help me out here? White meat just delivered! The bitch
was over-dressed but it isn't now!" He takes the Calvins from Justin and
sniffs them.

"You wanna get a feel of this fresh whitey?  Go ahead; feel him up anywhere
you want! He's property, and on Open House."

The student, in his first year like Justin, looks nervous, puts down his
books and feels Justin's cock and then his white tattooed butt.  Looking
down at the white cock, he puts his small delicate black fingers around it,
and frigs it to erect. He pulls back the foreskin to look at the bright
pink head. Then, getting in his stride, he pulls on the balls.

"You got more underpants in there, cunt?" – His tormentor points to
Justin's case.  "Well get them out and give them to me as well."

Justin bends down and struggles with the case, naked from the waist down,
as the young student moves to feel his butt- cheeks, running his fingers
down the great divide and caressing the whiteboy's tight balls from
behind. Justin's tormentor yanks the t shirt off the white boy, in one
swift strong move.

"Very nice!" He takes six pairs of Justin's freshly laundered Calvins from
him, gives two to the young explorer who is now feeling deep into the
whiteboy's crack.

"Don't be shy boy; push your fingers in his hole.  Whiteboys love that!
That's it, you see, so easy!  Now push a second one up there and start to
finger fuck the cunt!"

"Easy, Boy!  Steady!"  He held Justin by the shoulders, as he pushed the
rest of the Calvins into his shoulder bag.

"Take out my cock!  That's it, nice and slow.  Gently does it. Kiss
it. Nice and big, right, whiteboy? Now wet it – quickly Boy! Now face
the wall and spread your legs, Boy."

Without ceremony he pushes the younger black boy aside, and with his large
black cock poking out of his jeans, he enters the whiteboy, fucking him
against the wall in front of the first year student.

"Get your cock out kid!" he says to the bespectacled black youngster. "You
just struck lucky!"

Three older African students, straight out of class, turn the corner of the
corridor.

"Hey guys take a look at this!"

 "Hi Jeet! Having fun, right?"  Calls out one, as they come up to the
little group, the naked whiteboy, his black fucker and the younger
black. They watch the ramming, each instinctively, unthinkingly, pulling
out a hardening black tool. Like musicians getting in place at the
orchestra.

"The white bitch must have asked for it!"

"What exactly happened, bespectacled one?" asked one, feeling the young
black's smallish bobbing jet black cock with interest.

"I dunno," said the student shyly, gasping as the older student squeezes
his cock, "but I think the PodWhite must have done something really wrong."

As the fucking of the white boy against the wall continues the young black
watches fascinated; his cock being jacked by another of the three older
blacks who is also feeling his little black butt..

Jeet turns Justin round, impaled on his black cock, to face the newcomers
full-on.  With some irritation he bends him further over, so that Justin
can now see only the black cocks bobbing in front of him.

"Get down Boy, how the fuck am I supposed to breed you, with you all the
way up there!

The students look on wondering whether they could get a quick suck, but
Jeet climaxes with huge thrusts, pushing Justin hard into and up against
the opposite wall, just between the doors for rooms 216 and 217.

"What a slut!" says one of the students.

"Give him a few strokes of the belt, Jeet, for disrespecting us. Showing
off his whiteboy cunt in the corridor for everyone to see!"

 Where the fuck do you think you are, boy? This is a university, not one of
your honky dives!

 Jeet pulled his cock out with a pop, turning Justin round again for him to
lick it clean. The four watching students laughed as the white boy took the
slimy black cock full into his mouth, and then licked it carefully from its
shiny helmet to the base.

Jeet had them hold him while he gave him four lashes of his own
belt. Justin was positioned to suck on the young student's hard little
dick. The boy shoved his cock in the white mouth to his tight black balls,
and shot his load down Justin's throat just as the third lash hit the white
butt.

The student threesome pumped their cocks and, one following the other,
unloaded their African juice into Justin's open suitcase. They wiped their
cocks on one of his laundered shirts, handing it on to Jeet and junior for
their use.

* *

When Taiwo arrived he found Justin dishevelled but dressed and waiting. He
saw the lash marks only when they told him to strip.  When they found out
who did it he and Langa said they couldn't do much about it, as Jeet was an
SU Exec member. Both young blacks cuddled him to comfort him, turning him
round repeatedly to look again at his stripes. Those lashes were to prove
troublesome though, later that day at Racial Retraining, and in the next
week, as they marked him as a troublemaker to his tutors the RRD and
others.

Langa and Taiwo leave Justin's case in their room and take him in to his
room, from the balcony.  There didn't seem to be any key for the lock on
Justin's balcony door. Much of Justin's stuff (most of his normal clothes)
is left in Taiwo and Langa's room.

"Your stuff is safer in our room Boy.  We don't want you robbed again!"

* *

We'll hear of some of what happened that day from Justin, in his own words:

"My first morning in Hall that Wednesday is a bit of a blur. After the
attack in the corridor I was very nervous but Taiwo and Langa were very
kind to me. They helped me strip off and put on my Pod uniform which felt
as if I was wearing nothing at all, and when I saw myself in the mirror it
looked worse than that. Then Taiwo told me more of what awaited me, as
Langa went to get some tea for us, and cakes."

* *

Tea finished, Taiwo started his orientation for the new PodWhite:

"As I told you on Monday, Prof Mukudzi is your Academic Tutor - the one you
met at your interview right?  And Dr Odemwa is your Morals Tutor, so I'll
take you over to see both of them pretty soon.  They're both in the Arts
Block.  You'll like Odemwa – as I told you, you gotta tell him
everything you gets up to, who fucks you, and all that. So you should tell
him about this morning."

"Anyway, not to rush things, and load too much on to you, this afternoon as
you know you have an appointment with Tendisi Mboyo this afternoon who's
Head of our Racial ReTraining Department, with Adeyemi who's your Racial
ReTraining Co-ordinator."  * * We'll now go back to Justin's own account,
to hear what happened that afternoon, taken largely from the written report
he was asked to make for his Morals Tutor, Dr Odemwa:

My first meeting with Dr Tendisi Mboyo, took place on my first afternoon at
ARU. I went there with Adeyemi, my RRT Coordinator. We waited for him for
half an hour in the outer office where two friendly and good looking young
secretaries, very smart in their crisp white shirts, ties, and tight grey
trousers offered us tea and biscuits. I caught them taking interested looks
at me as they talked in low voices to each other in their own language.  I
was dressed, as requested, in my white pod shorts with the pink stripes
down the sides and my ripped pink t shirt, leaving most of me bare. Adeyemi
was dressed really smart – tight jeans and a black figure hugging t
shirt showing his pecs. In front of the two boys, he fitted my leather
collar on me and then a leash. The two secretaries didn't look surprised,
but seemed to like it, and looked across at me a lot more."

It didn't make too much difference to Dr Mboyo what I wore, as within
minutes of entering his office he wanted me totally naked. Just the collar
and leash stayed on.  He stayed behind his desk, my ReTraining Coordinator,
Adeyemi sat in front of the desk holding my leash; I stood, legs well apart
as I had been told to, alongside him.  My belt marks caused much interest
and though Adeyemi, to be fair, said that I had acquitted myself well at
interview just six days ago, it was Dr Mboyo's view that I needed an
immediate "good lesson" before things "got out of hand".

There was a wooden frame in the office that I was strapped down to, face
down, my legs quite painfully splayed and my butt raised by two leather
things, like the kneelers you pray on in church. My hands were attached to
cuffs on each side of the frame.  If I raised my head a little I was facing
the door, my butt towards his desk. My surprise came when it was clear that
Dr Mboyo wanted Adeyemi also naked for some reason, though it obviously
didn't surprise Adeyemi.

I was whipped with a martinet, but not nearly as hard as I had expected, or
indeed as I had become used to at school, from the staff, and Pod
leaders. It was almost a sensual whipping in character. Adeyemi, who has a
glossy and dark skinned muscular body, kept his white tight boxers on,
which were having a real struggle containing his prodigious tool.  Dr
Mboyo, between lashes from Adeyemi, took a second whip and traced the
thongs of the whip gently across my back, my butt and between my legs. He
clipped a leather thong to my cockring and balls which, I subsequently
discovered, was long enough for him to tug from behind his desk.

After my whipping Adeyemi eased the strain on his underwear by pulling them
off in front of my face, and pushing the head of his cock into my mouth. He
was holding me tightly by the leash to my collar. As I looked up at his
strong, shining, God-like black body, I tried to suck him off, but he
wouldn't cum.  I felt strong vibrations on the leather thong attached to my
cock and balls. It felt like Mr Mboyo was pumping something, but maybe he
was shaking a cocktail.

 Adeyemi murmured niceties to me:

"You like my black cock Boy?  You want to feel it up your hole, Boy?";
"Suck it you cunt! Wet it before I wreck your whiteboy hole, bitch!"

Then he turned and pushed his round black butt into my face.

He writhed and groaned as began to rim his black hole, pushing down further
so it was difficult for me to breathe. I pushed my tongue in, further and
further, as his sweat rolled down into his black crack and on to my face.

"Oh yeah, eat that black ass white boy! You found your right place Boy!
Yeah push that tongue in further Boy!!

I thought he would shoot he was so excited, but suddenly he turned round
and shoved his cock back in my mouth.

He began to stroke my blonde hair, then he spat at me, full in the face. He
fondled my nipples ever so gently, and then slapped my face.

I didn't know what to expect next.  Then he fitted clips to my nipple
rings, and attached weights to them.  Then the leather thong to my balls
tightened, and the vibrations increased, as he gently stroked my face, He
confused and confounded me with every move.

They left me there while they discussed where I should be sent in the weeks
to come.  It meant little to me, strapped down as I was, but the leather
thong kept pulling and straining on my balls and cock, and my tits hurt
like hell.

Then I was fucked. And fucked. And fucked. Adeyemi kept it up for I think
well over an hour the sweat pouring from his body dripping on to me, as Dr
Mboyo, his own fat black cock out now, walked around me, examining me,
pulling on his little leash, squeezing my nipples, pulling a little on the
weights, and stroking my hair.  Surprisingly he pushed a wad of Amyl into
my nose and held it there, before easing his cock into my mouth. The
power-fucking, the leash on my balls and cock, the musky black cock in my
mouth, the torture of my nipples, the Amyl, all combined to make my cock,
unbidden, spurt under me on to the highly polished parquet floor.

Dr Mboyo ejaculated a few minutes later down my throat, four or five jets
of thick creamy highly flavoured cum. Adeyemi kept up the fucking and
didn't shoot up my hole until some ten or fifteen minutes after that.

Before that, Dr Mboyo had zipped up and rung for his two young secretaries
to come in. The two handsome dark teenagers in their crisp white shirts
watched quietly, with their mouths visibly dropping open, the final part of
my fucking by the naked Adeyemi. Shyly, bidden by Dr Mboyo, they got closer
in, and I could smell their clean young black bodies either side of me,
smell their freshly laundered shirts and a touch of black musk, and feel
their excitement as, unbidden and seeking relief, they pushed their
crotches into my strapped down hands. I could feel their young cocks
pulsing as Adeyemi with a cry, and a huge final three thrusts, unloaded
into me. They pressed their hot bulges into my hands for quite some
minutes, and I was able to wrap my fingers around their slim hard cocks
under their trousers.

Then one of them gently wiped my face with a soft towel; they unstrapped me
at Dr Mboyo's instructions, and watched as I licked up my cum from the
parquet floor, my striped tattooed butt I think making them giggle. The one
who had wiped my face handed me my shorts and t shirt. As he watched me put
them on, and as he helped me put on my long white socks, I could see a
large wet patch on the front of his light grey office trousers.

The second boy continued to look hard at me, stroking his bulge, as if I
needed another fucking.

 * * *


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