Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2010 23:10:22 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Hip Hop Hoes Part 14 (Revised)

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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Leroy didn't know what came over him. It was his freshman year in college,
he was pledging a black fraternity and he was proud of his African heritage
-- yet here he was, down on his knees, sucking his white college
roommate's cock.

It began when his roommate, Timothy, caught Leroy by surprise. Timothy was
coming into their dorm room, fresh from the shower. Leroy wasn't expecting
him. Neither Leroy nor Timothy was prepared for the black boy's reaction.
He pulled the towel off of his roommate's body and began sucking the boy's
limp white cock. It didn't stay limp for long.

Timothy was amazed, but little did he know (and little did Leroy, himself,
realize) that Leroy had been mentally training for this moment his entire
life. From his first history class in elementary school, every time Leroy
read American history he saw himself as being one of the slaves that the
text or movie talked about.

Leroy imagined his mom being taken up to the master's quarters after
dark. All night long, slaves in the servants' quarters below could hear the
master's bed thumping against the floor boards, and the headboard of the
master's bed banging against the wall while Leroy's mom served her master
well.

Leroy saw himself having to obey the orders of his master. Sure, initially
those orders were to plow the earth, harvest crops and to gather rubble
from the fields, but eventually Leroy's master learned that a nigger was
useful for more than plowing fields, clearing rubble and gathering crops.

Eventually his master ordered the black boy to come up to his bedroom at
night. Eventually the master had his nigger slave boy strip naked and stand
in front of his bed, in the candle light, so that he could grope and fondle
every part of his young slave's body.

Eventually his master had his black slave bend over so that he could
inspect and finger-fuck the young black slave's ass, while the master
beat-off with satisfaction of his conquest. Eventually the master had his
black slave boy wrap his thick dark lips around the master's thick white
cock, and suck his master to the point of orgasm -- filling the slave's
mouth with his cum.

Leroy knew all of this. He carried these images around inside of head
wherever he went. He could be as proud and Afrocentric on campus as he
wanted to be, but he always harbored the images and secret desire of
dropping to his knees and servicing any white boy who happened to be
standing in front of him.

And Timothy, his young, blond roommate, was now standing in front of him
-- fresh from his shower, nearly naked, his towel draped over the lower
half of his soft white body.

At first Leroy fought the urge to fall down on his knees, before this young
white god, and service him. Eventually Leroy gave in. He couldn't resist
the urges arising from years of daydreaming any longer.

Leroy felt weak in the knees whenever he was in the presence of a white boy
who was nearly naked. His mind flashed back to the images of comic book
heroes, like the Phantom, a white man in a mask who took it upon himself to
clean up the black African jungle of all its evil influences --
single-handedly rounding up all the bad black natives in order to protect
the handful of good natives, who later came out of their huts and got down
on their knees and worshiped his strong white cock out of gratitude.

Leroy felt as though he was one of those good natives.

Timothy sat on his bed and Leroy knelt in front of the boy. It wasn't
really part of the "script," it just sorta "happened" and it seemed to be
fitting.

This black boy -- son of Africa -- kneeling in front of this blond son
of Europe who was sitting on his dorm room bed, now completely naked.

Timothy's cock started to rise as he slipped it into his black roommate's
mouth. Leroy's cock rose too, as he realized he was about to fulfill his
long-held fantasty.

Timothy grabbed his roommate by the ears and forced his white cock deeper
and deeper inside of the black boy's throat -- almost to the point of
making the boy gag.

Leroy relished the taste of the white boy's cock inside his mouth. It
tasted salty and manly -- but for Leroy, it wasn't just a matter of
sucking another boy's cock, Leroy really wasn't into that. He didn't see
himself as being somebody's cocksucker.

Yet as Timothy thrust his throbbing cock down the black boy's throat, and
Leroy's eyes gazed on the soft blond hairs on the young white boy's thighs
he felt as though his mouth was being invaded by Europe. He, Leroy, was the
willing dark receptacle of the invasion.

He closed his eyes, as the white boy humped inside of his mouth; Leroy
provided the white boy with a useful service.  As Timothy fucked Leroy's
mouth the black boy envisioned vast European Cathedrals, and towering
castles, brave knights and their handsome young squires, Rembrandt, Bach,
Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Da Vinci...all shoving their big white cocks
down his Negroid throat, shooting their cum inside of him.

Leroy was sucking the great white cock of Europe and his roommate, Timothy,
was the conduit for his submission.

Leroy's roommate humped in the black boy's mouth because, as a horny
teenager, Timothy had needs that had to be taken care of too. There was
nothing that could match the feeling of his black roommate's warm thick
lips. Masturbation was no match for this sensation, nor were flesh lights,
nor were inflatable dolls, nor even were girls' pussies -- to the extent
that he could have them without getting involved in a complicated
"relationship" and having to spend a whole lot of money on them and deal
with their volatile emotions.

No, this black boy's lips felt every bit as good as any girl's pussy and
the boy's lips came without emotional hassles and costs.

Timothy fucked his nigger roommate's mouth without mercy. He looked down at
the boy, as Leroy bobbed his head on Timothy's thick white rod; he imagined
that he was clearing the mud huts out of the black boy's mind.

Timothy shot his load in Leroy's mouth and a wave of freedom filled the
black teenager's body. The white boy had released him from his bondage.

Leroy fired his own load all over the dorm floor.

Timothy collapsed on the bed, exhausted from his orgasm. Leroy savored the
taste of the white boy's jism inside his mouth.

Eventually, both boys got ready to go to class. They didn't let this
"unexpected moment" prevent them from doing what was expected of them.

Leroy continued to flirt with "the ladies," whispering Afrocentric nothings
in their ears and hanging out with his fellow pledges -- his future proud
black frat brothers. But from that day on, in the stillness of the night,
Leroy looked over at the angelic face of his sleeping roommate under the
pale moonlight -- wondering what came over him during that one unguarded
afternoon, and wondering when the next time would be that it would happen
again.