Date: Fri, 2 Jan 2009 12:32:48 -0500
From: JT Jones <whiteboyzbottom@gmail.com>
Subject: Long Walk Home part 1

This is a story about young men sex. The ages are not specific but it is
implied that the main character is high school age. If you don't like
that DON'T read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to
read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, and am I in no way admonishing or
encouraging anything with this fictional work. Read only with pure
pleasure in mind. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made.
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			 The Long Walk Home part 1

Dante is walking home from school alone on the dirt road.  He is cursing
Jim, John, and Peter for messing with him after school and making him miss
his school bus.  Now he has to walk the five miles to his house.  Sure he
could have stayed at school and waited for the activity bus but that would
be three hours and then he would have to deal with the football players.
Dante hated his school and everyone in it.  He was one of the only black
kids in the school thanks to his Mom moving to this shit stain of a town.
She had grown up there and because she had recently been laid off from her
job at the plant, they had to pack up their two bedroom house outside
Atlanta and move to Buford, GA.  He knew from the first day that he would
hate the place.  It was a small town and a lot of people lived on dirt
roads, including his grandfather, who was a white man.  Dante was the
product of an interracial relationship.  He never knew his father, who was
black.  The man had taken off no sooner than finding out that his prom date
was pregnant.

Dante's grandfather cursed his daughter for being stupid enough to not only
go out with a nigger, but then to get knocked up by one too.  She left home
to have her baby and struggled from that day since.  She wasn't thrilled
about having to go home after losing her job, but she was desperate and she
had her son to think about.  William Tate, Dante's grandfather, was an old
school type of man.  He worked at a manufacturing plant still, at age 66
and had no intention of retiring any time soon.  He hated the idea of
sitting at home wathing TV or worse, being forced to move to a senior
community.  The closest place was not even in Buford, it was in Stockton,
which was 80 miles away.

Dante is thinking about everything as he walks along the dirt road.  He
knew it was a short cut because Grandpa Willie had driven him to school
that way once.  They didn't have much of a relationship, but Willie was at
least cordial to his only grandson.  The sun is out and blazing.  Summers
in Buford, GA can be a real bitch with temperatures easily reaching 100
degrees.  Today, the temperature was about 96 degrees.  Dante was sweating
heavily as he walked along with his backpack on his back.  He had a bottle
of water that he had bought from a vending machine in the cafeteria after
he realized that he had already missed his bus.  He knew he would need it
for the long walk.  The road was all red clay and there were thick, tall
oak trees that lined each side.  As he takes another swig from his water
bottle, a pick up truck pulls up next to him, kicking up a cloud of dirt in
its path.

"Say boy, hop in here," a voice yells.

Dante takes a look and sees two white boys in the truck.  They look like
they are in their late teens, but definitely not high school age.  He
thought for a second if he should be excepting rides from strangers, but
the heat made him a little more relaxed.  The passenger hops out and holds
the door open for Dante to get in.  He grabs Dante's bag and throws it in
the back of the truck before Dante even has a chance to protest.  All three
are in the front seat of the truck sitting pretty close to each other.

"I'm Randy, and this here is my younger brother Rusty.  What you doing out
here on this road walking in this heat boy.  You have a death wish or
something?" asked the driver.

"No, I, missed my bus and thought I would take a short cut home," said
Dante trying not to seem like he was scared, which he was.

"Aint too many places you can get to from this road.  Where you stay boy?"
asked Rusty.

"Out off Riverbrook Road," said Dante nervously.

"Riverbrook Road?  Damn, that's far.  You was gonna walk that whole way?"
asked Rusty.

"Who do you live with out on Riverbrook Road?" asked Randy.

"My grandfather," said Dante.

"I don't remember no colored folks living off Riverbrook Road now.  You
sure about that boy?  You aren't lying to us are you?" asked Randy.

"Uh no, I'm not.  My grandfather is Willie, William Tate," said Dante.

"Well I'll be damned! Rusty, you believe this?  You remember Ol Kooter
right?  You believe this here is his grandson?" asked Randy.

"Can't be.  I aint never heard Kooter talk about no colored grandson.  No
SIR.  I think this nigger's foolin us," said Rusty.

"I think you right Rusty.  Aint nothing I hate more than a lying nigger,"
said Randy.

Now Dante was really scared.  The two seemed to have moved even closer to
him now.  They both winked at each other and locked their doors
simultaneously.  Dante was visibly scared now.  "I"m not lying guys, please
just let me out.  I'll walk," said Dante.

"Too late boy!  I think my brother and I are gonna have to teach you about
lying.  Pull over Randy," said Rusty.

"You got it bro," said Randy.

He pulled over into a path that led deeper into the woods.  Anyone just
driving by would not even know they were there.  Dante tried to jump for
the door, but Randy grabbed him from behind with his right arm, unlocked
and opened the door with his left and dragged Dante out of the truck.  Then
he pushed Dante to the ground.  Rusty gave Dante a quick kick to the gut.
Dante balled up and threw up his hands pleading with the two not to hurt
him.

"Get on your knees nigger.  I got something to clean out that lying mouth
of yours," said Randy.  Dante didn't move.  Rusty gave Dante another kick,
this time on his side.

"I know you hear my brother talking to you nigger.  Get on your knees and
look at us or things are gonna get real rough for you.  Do you want that?
I don't think you do," said Rusty.

Dante immediately obeyed this time.  He rolled over on his knees and looked
up.  the sun was in his eyes peaking through the trees, but he could see
that both Randy and Rusty had their pants and underwear down underneath
their butts.  Two identical looking cocks were pointed right at Dante's
face.  They were both about 9 inches long and the head was considerably
larger and pink in color.

"Open your mouth nigger!  This is gonna help," said Randy.

"No please, don't.  I'm not a fag," said Dante.

"Neither are we.  But see my brother and I have a problem with niggers
lying to us and we think that us washing out your filthy mouth with some
good clean white man piss will help you tell the truth from now on," said
Randy.

"But I'm not lying.  Willie is my grandfather.  My mom is his daughter, his
only daughter," said Dante.

"His daughter died.  That's what he told everybody in town.  This nigger
thinks we're stupid," said Randy.

Rusty slapped Dante hard across the face.  Dante's ears were ringing from
the pain.  He figured there was no reason to try and convince these guys
and he was tired of getting beat, so he obediently opened his mouth.  Randy
stepped up to Dante and grabbed the back of Dante's head with his left
hand.  He massaged his cock with his right hand.  Then, Randy threw his
head back and let loose.  The urine flowed into his mouth freely.  Randy
stopped when he saw that Dante's mouth was full.

"Now swish that around nigger, and clean all those filthy lies out," said
Rusty.

Dante did as he was told.  The scent was strong, but he closed his eyes and
swished the urine around in his mouth.  He did that three times.  Randy
still had his hand on the back of Dante's neck, but now he was rubbing his
head and slapping his dick across his face.  "Now swallow," said Randy.

Dante's eyes opened wide, his mouth still full with Randy's urine.  Rusty
balled up a fist and shook it at Dante.  Dante swallowed.  Randy forced his
cock back in Dante's mouth again and filled it up with urine.  This time he
said for Dante to just swallow it directly.  Dante tried to swallow what he
could, but he chocked a few times.  Randy filled up his mouth two more
times before he was out of urine.  Then Randy took a step back as Rusty
steped forward.  Just as before with Randy, Rusty filled Dante's mouth with
urine four times, and each time he told Dante to swallow.  Now that the two
boys had emptied their bladders, Dante thought that they would let him go.
Rusty and Randy had no intention of letting Dante go anytime soon.  Rusty
told Dante to open his mouth again.  Dante thought that he still had to
piss, but this time, Rusty simply slid his hard cock into Dante's mouth.
Dante couldn't do or say anything as he kneeled there in the dirt with his
mouth full of cock.

"Now we're gonna show you what niggers are good for," said Rusty.  "Suck my
cock."  Dante didn't know what to do so he just licked the cock.  Rusty was
not satisfied.

"I'm gonna tell you how to suck a white man's cock nigger cause I can see
you are new at this.  Rusty here has got his cock in your mouth and what
you are gonna do is service him," said Randy who was standing only a few
feet away massaging his own cock.

"There are rules involved boy.  Rule number one, when a white man pulls out
his cock, you kneel and take it in your mouth.  Rule number two, this is
your job as a nigger to service white man so you have to do all the work.
Rule number three, be energetic about it.  No white man wants a lazy suck
or a nigger who thinks he's too good to do what he was born to do.  Get it
nigger?  Now get to work on my cock," said Rusty.

Dante went to work on the younger brother's cock.  He played with Rusty's
balls and let the entire length of the cock slide out of his mouth before
taking it all the way back inside.  He tried desperately to get him off
quickly, hoping that his attack would be over soon so he could go home.
Dante tried to swallow the long banana sized cock.  He choked a few times
and tears streamed his face but soon he was taking Rusty all the way in to
where Rusty's balls would meet his chin.

"This nigger learns fast," said Rusty.

"Damn right.  I can't wait to get my cock in that black throat," said
Randy.

"Well big brother, let's move this little party further into the woods.
See that tree stump over there?" asked Rusty.

"You got it!  Come along nigger," said Randy dragging Dante by his shirt
collar.

Once at the spot, Randy pulls off Dante's shirt with one tug.  He then
pushes Dante, face first, over the tree stump.  Randy then walks around the
stump and shoves his cock in Dante's mouth.  Surprised, Dante chokes at
first, but a minute later his throat has adjusted and he is eagerly sucking
on Randy's dick like he was with Rusty.  Rusty is now in Randy's place
behind Dante pulling at his jeans.  Dante protests, but his mouth is full
with Randy's cock preventing him from talking.  All three are on their
knees on the grass.  Rusty uses his weight to push Dante down and restrict
him from moving.  In seconds, Dante's pants and underwear are around his
ankles, restricting him from moving his legs around.  Dante feels Rusty's
hard sweaty chest on his back and his cock planted between his legs.  Rusty
wets two fingers and uses them to lubricate and massage Dante's hole.
Dante groans from the pain.  Randy is now assaulting his throat.

"Come on nigger, you had to know we were gonna take that ass too," said
Rusty, as Dante continued to struggle pointlessly.

Rusty wets his finger tips again and then slides them inside Dante's hole
again.  After a few more times, Dante's sphincter muscles had relaxed
considerably and Rusty now began to slide his cock in the opening.  The
pain was excruciating and Dante felt as if someone were ripping his
insides.  He screamed, but the sound was muffled by Randy's cock still
planted in the back of his throat.  Randy had passed the tonsils and was
now massaging the back of Dante's throat.  The two men laughed while they
raped Dante.  They had intended to do this to Dante from the moment they
saw him walking in the distance along the dirt road.  They knew Ol Kooter
because Randy used to work with him at the plant, and everyone in town knew
that Ol Kooter's daughter had gotten knocked up by some nigger and then
left town and had the baby.  Buford was a small town and you couldn't shit
without people knowing the color of it or the time and place you did it.
It was Dante's fault for being naive enough to get into a truck with
strangers.  Randy felt like he was teaching the boy a lesson.  Rusty,
always being the more sadistic and cruel of the two, just wanted to fuck
something.  They couldn't pass up on Dante.  He was a very cute young
nigger, no more than 14 or 15 at the most.  He was short and pretty small,
so there was no way he could have fought off one of the brothers, let alone
both together.

Rusty continued his assault on Dante's virgin ass.  Dante had found a way
to adjust to the pain by pushing out and meeting Rusty's strokes.  That
seemed to hurt a lot less.  Rusty grabbed Dante's waist and pounded away
until he felt his nut rise up through his balls to the base of his dick and
then, he let loose.  After ensuring the last of his cum, he pulled out of
Dante's now wet and slimy hole.  Randy was reaching his own climax as he
rammed his cock in and out of Dante's mouth and throat.  Dante was close to
passing out at this point.  Dante felt the first of four injections, each
aimed at the back of his throat.  He tried to swallow the mess, but he
couldn't, and he choked.  Randy and Rusty had both gotten up and were
heading back to the truck.  Randy hopped into the driver seat.  Rusty
pulled Dante's backpack out of the back of the truck and threw it in
Dante's direction.  He then hopped in the passenger seat and the two sped
off.  Dante was still choking, lying on the ground as Rusty and Randy drove
off.  Cum spilled from out of his mouth and his ass as he lay there unable
to move.