Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 11:19:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: jerome skorpio <j_skorpio_2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roughneck Luv (interr, author)

This story is pornoGRAPHIC fiction!
Should depictions of homosexual acts
or interracial domination offend your
sensibilities, read no further!!  If
you're under the age of consent, turn
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ROUGHNECK LUV
by Skorpio



Jaheem, Michael, and Junebug were kickin' back at
Dontay's crib in the bricks, sipping on some forties,
rolling blunts, talking junk, and killing time.  It
was one of those hot, sticky, dog-day afternoons and
Dontay's a.c. was broken, so these cats had casually
stripped to their boxers. Their ripped torsos
glistened in the jungle humidity so that they very
much resembled a trio of bodybuilders oiled before a
competition.

Dontay's crib was an efficiency apartment with a small
living room area furnished with a tan leather sofa
bed, and two leather armchairs.  A pressed wood
entertainment center partitioned off the kitchenette.
Smoke spiraled from a tall stick of sweet-scented
incense.  50 Cent was blasting rhymes on the CD sound
system:

"I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot. . . ."

"Where da fuck is Dontay?" muttered Jaheem, flipping
through the gay porn magazine left out on the coffee
table.   "Think he's wit' his boo?"

Tallest and darkest of the three, Jaheem had tight
zigzag cornrows and a silver hoop in his left ear.
His skin was the color of coffee with half a splash of
cream and a hint of gold.  He hadn't worn a shirt all
summer.  He liked to brag that concealing a body like
his was a sin against nature.

 "Dontay knockin' boots wit' sum new nigga?"  Michael
asked, puffing on a blunt.

Around his shaved dome Michael sported a solid black
bandanna with points hanging over one eye Tupac-style.
 His dark mocha chest was studded with outstanding
nips, long and thick like huge stamens on some rare
African flower.  His muscular arms and shoulders were
inked with tribal and Kanji tats.

"Didn't chu hear?  He wit' some cracker now," muttered
Junebug, making no effort to dampen his disdain.

Junebug was phyne looking with flashing dark eyes and
a deep cocoa brown complexion. His jet-black hair was
twisted into little Bantu knots.  A long, 14 karat
gold chain and cross hung almost to his navel.  Both
nips, not nearly as big as Michael's, were pierced
with 14 gauge silver hoops.  Standing five foot, ten
inches tall, Junebug was the smallest and the
slenderest, but his physique was tight.

"I can`t believe dat shit, gee!" cracked Michael,
passing the blunt.  "Dontay wit' sum whiteboy?  Nah,
that just don't sound right and you know dat!"

"Word is bond," Jaheem responded with cool
indifference, distracted as he was by a photo spread
in "Black Inches."

"I just don't get it," Michael grumbled with sheer
animosity.  "What can Dontay want wit' some flat ass,
li'l dick, wet-dog-smellin' cracker?"

At that moment the door to the crib creaked open.
Dontay entered, closely followed by a
twenty-something, pale white guy of average height and
average build, short reddish hair and wide periwinkle
eyes, bee-stung lips and freckles across his small,
thin nose.  A black, oversized 76er's jersey, Dontay's
of course, draped his body to the knees, exposing
lightly tanned, well-shaped arms and shoulders.

Dontay sported a white do-rag over a short fade and a
white cotton headband.  A long white tee-shirt hung
down over his long, black Rocawear shorts.  Black
quarter socks and black Jordans completed the look.
Dontay was almost as tall as Jaheem and was built like
a fullback. An ear-reaching grin lit his face.

"What's crackin'?" Dontay greeted, daps all around for
his niggas.

"It's all good," said Junebug, with distinctly less
bonhomie.  "We just been waitin' on yo' black azz,
dats all!"

"Yo, I ain't been around much lately, but I been busy,
know what I'm sayin'?" said Dontay.  He loved these
cats and Junebug not the least.

"Who's yo' friend?"  Michael asked, looking the
whiteboy up and down suspiciously.

"I was gettin' to that," said Dontay.  "This my baby,
Richie.  Richie, meet da fellas."

One by one, Jaheem, Michael, and Junebug introduced
themselves, shaking the whiteboy's soft, smooth hand
with vice-like grips.

"So how long y'all been seein' each otha?" Michael
pursued.

"How long has it been, boo?" Dontay asked Richie,
kissing him on the lips while slipping a large,
muscular arm around his boyfriend's slender waist.
"Two weeks?"

"Yeah, I guess so," said Richie, nervously.

Dontay had mentioned his posse many times, but nothing
could have prepared Richie for these hot,
bare-chested, extremely desirable Black thugs.   All
three seemed very masculine and intimidating,
especially as they were wearing only boxers.

Had Richie passed them on the sidewalk, he would have
never guessed they were in the life.  But then, Richie
would have never guessed that Dontay was gay either,
if they had not met in a gay bar.

Richie thought that Dontay's friends were very hot
indeed, but he wasn't a slut.  In fact, Richie was a
soft-hearted romantic.

In the past three weeks it seemed like Richie and
Dontay had sex about a thousand times or more.  Every
encounter began with passionate, amorous kissing and
ended up with Richie sucking Dontay's nine inch cock
or taking it up his ass to his everlasting pleasure
and delight.

Dontay was Richie's first Black lover.  In his
previous relationships (with other white fags) Richie
had sucked and been sucked, fucked and been fucked.

For some reason he was still trying to figure out,
Richie didn't object that Dontay never reciprocated.

Dontay never touched Richie's cock (six inches hard),
yet he delivered so much lusty  attention to Richie's
plump ass, hot mouth, and super-sensitive nipples that
Richie never gave it any thought.

In short, Richie was in love and would do anything for
his new lover.

"Baby, these my boyz," Dontay explained, gazing
directly into Richie's sweet blue eyes with a look of
unmistakable affection.

"I never had no real family," Dontay continued.
"You see, I grew up wit these brothas. They my family.
 Ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for them and ain't
nothin' they won't do for me!  Am I right, my niggaz?"

"Hell yahhh," said Jaheem, slapping Dontay with a high
five.

Junebug handed the blunt to Richie, who placed it
somewhat nervously between his lips.
All four thugs laughed when he choked on the smoke.

"I need a glass of water," Richie sputtered.

"Drink dis!" Michael offered him a half-emptied forty
of Steel Reserve.

Richie accepted the bottle and took a deep swig, not
wanting to embarrass Dontay before his friends.  The
harsh malt liquor stung his throat and made his head
spin.

Snoop Dogg was on the sound system, rapping to R.
Kelly's lyrics:

"Happy summertime, niggas...
Drop up in da summer time
and we rollin' through da block
wit' da sun shinin'
and I just wanna ride,
I just wanna ride
go to da mall and I hit da gym
and have a pool party
get some chicks... all swim
I just wanna ride,
I just wanna ride...."

Junebug stood and took Dontay aside to whisper a few
words into his ear.  Dontay listened closely and
grinned from ear to ear, displaying his perfect white
teeth, perfect sensuous lips.

"Go ahead, drink some mo'.  I think you gonna need
it," Michael suggested with an almost avuncular tone.
Richie responded by taking another deep swallow.

Richie always felt safe and protected when he was with
Dontay.  For the first time in his life, he was with a
strong and masculine man who could look out for him.
At this very moment, however, Richie was somewhat
uneasy, never having been in the projects before, let
alone in the presence of several hot, sexy,
intimidating thugs in their underwear. And they were
hot as hell, there was no denying that!   But between
the malt liquor and the blunt, Richie's nervous
apprehensions were melting away.

Dontay turned to his white boyfriend and said
tenderly: "Baby, there's somethin' very special
I want chu to do for me. It's like this.  There's no
way we gonna make it unless my posse likes you, know
what I'm sayin'?  That's why
I need you to take care of my niggaz like you been
doin' for me, aiiiight?"

Richie looked bewildered. "What are you saying,
Dontay?"

"I'm sayin' you needs to give it up to my boyz if you
wants to be wit' me."

Jaheem and Michael sat back in the loveseat with legs
spread, their beautiful physiques on display.  Jaheem
rested his hands in his lap which displayed a
significant bulge.  Michael's muscular arms were
raised, hands behind his head, armpits exposed with
jet-black fur.  It was impossible not to stare at the
silver hoops in Michael's prominent nipples.

Junebug, standing beside Dontay, pulled his long, hard
dick from his green and black plaid boxers and stroked
it.  Junebug's cock looked like a thick brown cigar.

"But, I just want to be with you," said Richie.
"Dontay, I love you. I only want to be with you."

"That's I what want too!   We always gonna be
together, `cuz I love the hell outta you, word is
bond!  But if you wanna be mines, you gots to give it
up to my boyz.  That's how we roll!  Do this for me,
boo!  Make my nikkas happy, aiiight?  Take care of da
fellas!  Do it for us, baby."

Richie was totally in love with Dontay and had come to
crave Dontay's perfect cock in a serious way.

Dontay peeled off his long white tee. Jaheem and
Michael both had their cocks sticking from the slit in
their boxers like large ebony batons.

"Get down, baby," said Dontay, firmly. "Do this for
me.  Do it now.  Don't let me down, aiiight?"  He
uttered this in a deep, stern tone that Richie had
never heard before.

Those words, that timbre, triggered something in
Richie.  Almost without thinking, he got down on his
knees before Junebug.  The sneering thug towered over
him with his dangling cocoa brown cock at eye-level.
Richie decided if this was what Dontay wanted, he
would do it.  He wanted to prove to Dontay how much he
loved him

"You ready to suck sum dick?" said Junebug, his large
dark eyes hooded with contempt.

Richie put his thin, moist lips to work on Junebug's
phat, silky black cock.  The sheer heat of Junebug's
cock warmed Richie's mouth and his furry crotch
smelled familiar, so much like Dontay's crotch, an
African aphrodisiac of sweat that was so intense it
made Richie delirious.

"Ohhh, shitttttt," Junebug gasped, enjoying the
whiteboy's warm, moist mouth as if engulfed his eight
inch pipe.  "Dayumm, that's what I'm talkin' `bout!
Unhhhh, yiiii-ahhh!  Suck dat dick whiteboy!  Get it
all in yo mouf!"

With both hands, Junebug held Richie's head like a
basketball, jamming his dick down that eager throat.
Richie sucked on Junebug's thick cigar cock like he
was sucking Dontay.  Richie was in love.  He really
didn't want any man's cock in his mouth except
Dontay's, but if Dontay wanted him to do this, he was
eager.

"Y'all need to get sum of dis shit!" Junebug hollered
with approval.

Michael and Jaheem rose from the sofa and loomed over
Richie while he deep-throated Junebug.  The whiteboy's
hungry mouth was a sight to see.  Richie released
Junebug's cock from his lips and turned to Michael's
nine inch magic stick.

Richie slurped away at Michael's thick cock, licking
the shaft up and down, choking as it stuffed his
throat while Dontay looked on.

"Suck dem dicks, baby!" urged Dontay. "Suck `em like
you suck mines!  All da way down! Treat my boyz like
you do me!"

In addition to Richie's love for Dontay, there was
something about Dontay's voice and something about the
musky scent of their bodies that made Richie eagerly
comply.  He had never done anything remotely like this
before, but he wanted to please Dontay, whatever it
took.

Richie didn't have time to analyze his situation as he
was too busy bobbing up and down on these demanding
cocks. One observation that he could not put out of
his thoughts was how meager and inadequate his own
penis was in comparison to Dontay's and his friends.

Dontay's cock stretched open Richie's lips as Richie
stroked Jaheem's and Michael's hard-as-marble cocks
with both hands.

Junebug tugged off Richie's blue jeans and white
briefs and proceed to knead the whiteboy`s plump, soft
booty before licking two long fingers and thrusting
them into Richie's puckered hole.  Richie moaned,
caught up in his passion for cock.

"Make me bust this nutt, baby!" Dontay urged.
"C'mon, now, suck it right!  Yahh, like that!"

Junebug drooled spit into Richie's hole, then pushed
his thick, hard cock into that sweet, tight, pinkish
pussy.  Richie gasped, letting Dontay's cock slip from
his mouth.  Dontay grabbed Richie by the hair and
thrust his dick back into the whiteboy's throat.

"Keep it in yo' mouf," said Dontay.

Junebug steadily pumped Richie's white ass with long,
deep strokes. He reached beneath the whiteboy's
oversized jersey and grabbed those nipples. Once
again, Richie moaned in helpless pleasure.

"Oh yahhh, the bitch likes her titties pulled!" said
Junebug.  "Yo, Jaheem, handle these tits while I work
dat pretty ass."

Jaheem took over, twisting Richie's swollen, aching
nipples without mercy.  Pain and pleasure shot through
Richie's chest like bolts of electric current.  Dontay
held Richie's head in place, drilling his throat with
the same force and rhythm that Junebug used to fuck
Richie's other hole.

With his left hand, Richie stroked Michael's throbbing
cock.  Jaheem squeezed Richie's nuts.

"Unnnhhhh, no, no, unnnnhhhh, yes, yes!!!" Riche
grunted, helplessly.  His nipples still felt sore and
now his testicles felt similar torment.

"Dayumm, I gots to admit da pussy good!" Junebug
hollered. "I see why you like this bitch, nigga!"

Michael was checking out how Junebug's chocolate
phallus stretched Richie's pussy lips open wide. The
whiteboy had a fine white bubble butt with a tight
little hole that just begged to be fucked.

"My turn," Michael announced.

Junebug gave Richie's hot hole a few more powerful
thrusts, bam!  Bam!  Bammm!!!! Then he yanked out his
dick and turned the pussy over to Michael.  Dontay
withdrew his cock from Richie's mouth and let Junebug
take his place.

"Look at dat li'l coochie go to work!" said Michael,
mercilessly pounding Richie's ass. "Hike dat azz up!
Hike it up there!  Git yo
azz up in the air! You know how you want it!"

Michael was an expert pussy-fucker.  He knew how to
work his hips, how to drive his dick like a piston
deep inside a hole.

Dontay said to his boyfriend, "You gonna make that
pussy cum?"

"Yiii-ahhh, dat's what I'm talkin' about!" Michael
exclaimed with wild satisfaction.   "Look at his li'l
bad azz!  He loves it!"

Michael's cock slid in and out of Richie's hot, tight,
wet hole.  In and out he fucked that pussy.  For both
Michael and Richie it was the ultimate sensation, if
for different reasons.

"Ohhh yes, unnnhhh, yesss oh yesss, oh God yess,"
Richie moaned uncontrollably.

Richie always romanticized sex, but now he loved being
used as a hole.  Did all Black men fuck like this,
with such potency, size, and intensity?  Getting
fucked by Dontay was always an incredible experience,
but being fucked by Dontay and his three friends was
mind-blowing ecstasy.  This orgy was like being with
Dontay times four.

"Unhhh, huhhh, huhhhh, huhhhh," panted Dontay as he
worked his big dick in and out of his baby's warm, wet
hole.

For the next few hours these four ruffnecks took turns
screwing Richie in every position imaginable.

He was on his back with Jaheem holding him by the
ankles while Michael drilled his throat.  He was on
his hands and knees doggy style with Dontay deep
inside his ass while Junebug controlled the head once
more.

He was bent face-down over the back of the tan leather
sofa and mercilessly long-dicked by Jaheem, spreading
Richie's white cheeks apart with his large
coffee-colored hands.

Then, Jaheem turned that sweet white jelly ass over to
Michael.  Richie begged to rest for just a moment, but
wasn't given a choice.  Michael raped that white ass
without a second thought, driving deep, fucking hard,
taking his pleasure.

Despite the pain, the look on Richie's face was one of
sheer elation.  He had never before experienced
anything like this.  It awoke the slut in him.  He
felt somewhat humiliated, being used this way like a
common slut, but he could not get enough.

Michael gave some head to both Jaheem and Junebug.
Jaheem sucked on Junebug's dick.  Dontay went down on
Jaheem and screwed Michael in the ass, but no one paid
attention to Richie's little white penis.  Neither
Dontay nor any of his friends bothered for a second
with Richie's stiff white prick.  It just didn't
interest them.

At one point, the entire crew took turns spanking
Richie's plump white ass until it turned bright red.
The room echoed with their laughter, having never seen
a white ass blush like that before.

Over the years they had all shared their tricks with
one another, but this was the first whiteboy any of
them had ever experienced.

There was something powerfully erotic in the color
contrast of their dark dicks on that milky ass that
was a turn-on, not to mention the whiteboy's
submissiveness. He was nothing like the black bottoms
they had pulled trains on before.
.
They worked the whiteboy's perky nips until they were
raw and swollen.  Michael especially made sure that
Richie's nipples were enlarged.  Each brotha busted a
nut three times, whether it was in Richie's throat or
his pussy or both.

Richie's throat was sore and his ravaged but happy
rectum felt like it had been turned inside out.  Cum
remained in his mouth that he hadn't managed to
swallow yet.  Cum dripped from his face and stuck to
his hair.

Resting on his stomach, gasping for breath, weakened
and worn out, Richie never felt so satisfied.  He had
never been fucked like this before, not even by Dontay
and certainly by none of his previous white
boyfriends.

It was the most incredible fucking Richie ever
experienced!  His asshole was incredibly sore but he
loved the sensation, knowing he did it for the Man he
loved.

Can any white male take four Black dicks in his throat
and pussy without being over-stimulated and
overwhelmed?

The last thing Richie heard before passing out on the
living room floor was Dontay's voice and the voices of
his crew.

"Y'all was wondering why I'm messin' wit a cracker.
Now ya know!!!   I love dis bitch."

"Yahh, I see why you love dis whiteboy!" said Jaheem.
"He sweet like dat, yo!  You say he got yo' back, so I
don't got no problem.  Yahh,
I like yo' li'l girlfriend."

"Wake his ass up! Tell yo' bitch to make us some
dinner, aiiiight?" said Junebug.

"Nah, let my baby sleep," said Dontay, with more than
a hint of real affection.  "He earned it, don't chu
think?"

At that point, Richie passed out altogether, but this
would not be the only time he gave it up to Dontay's
crew.  Richie came to realize that being a thug's
boyfriend meant being used again and again by Dontay's
posse.

Junebug took full advantage of this opportunity.
There were times when Richie didn't know who was
fucking him more, Junebug or his lover Dontay.  Both
gave Richie such a sensual pleasure, but Dontay
screwed him gently and lovingly, while Junebug pumped
that booty with righteous indignation and shot his
sperm like venom.

As for Jaheem and Michael, Richie's holes were a
convenience whenever the gang got together and felt
like getting down.  Eventually, Jaheem and Michael
introduced their own lovers, but these were, of
course, Black men like themselves who couldn't wait to
fuck Dontay's white boyfriend, given the opportunity.

As the saying goes, "If you don't fuck him, some one
else will!"

Richie was more than eager to surrender his ass and
throat to Dontay's friends, because it pleased Dontay
and seemed to make him proud.  In the meantime, the
sheer skill and power with which Dontay made
passionate love to Richie, kept the whiteboy
completely satisfied.

Richie loved and needed Dontay and would do anything
for him.  Dontay loved Richie back, so long as he did
what he was told.


THE END