The car smelled stuffy and sweaty, like black boys

themselves. I was scared

out of my mind. They shoved me in the back seat between two

nigger teens.

There were three of them in all. I use the term nigger

here, so that you

will fully understand the type of African American boys

they were. Not nice

neat, black youths, but hoody type street niggers. They

were dark skinned

with strong muscular bodies, even though they all wore

sweatshirts, and I

could not see them, I could feel their strength.



"What choo doin' out here in de cold dress like dat,

faggot? Yo gonna

catch cold and den yo won't be able to suck dick!" The

cute boy driving

said. He seemed to be the leader. I would guess their ages

to be around

sixteen and seventeen.



"No, I am not a faggot. It's a mistake."



"Yo sure look like a fucking faggot!" The boy next to

me said and he

pulled on one of my nipples.



"No, it was a joke. A bad joke that some boys at the

high school played

on me. It's all a big mistake and a joke. I just want to

get home."



"Yo dick and balls is hanging out of yo cut off pants.

Dat sure spells

faggot to me. Hey, faggot, you like to suck black dick?"



Did I like to suck black dick? I had never sucked a

black dick, but like

most homosexuals, I had dreamed about it. All my life I had

heard about how

black boys are hung.



"No, I don't do that kind of thing. I told you I am no

faggot." A boy on

either side of me was rubbing one of my nipples each and

rubbing their other





hands up and down my naked legsn my naked legs.



"Yo sure respondin' like a fucking faggot. Yo little

white boy dick is

getting' all hard. Shit, you should see dis back here,

Tyrone. Dis little

white dick is so small, it's mo like a cunt's clit den a

dick."



"Please guys, I haven't done anything to you. Let me

go."



The boy on my left smiled a big white toothed handsome

smile. "Yo

haven't done anything to us yet, but yo gonna.you gonna

do us real good,

faggot. We all gonna have a real nice time.



I was almost out of my mind. How could my day and my

whole life get any

worse. And all because of my stupid infatuation with Jake.



The nigger teens were playing pretty heavily with my tits

now. They were

plucking them and twisting them, and of course my dick was

really hard by

now.



"Oh yo likes dat, don't choo honey? Here open yo mouth.

I got sometin'

special for yo!"



He grabbed me by the hair and held my head back. What

could I do? I

opened my mouth. He hawked a huge gob of spit and snot into

my mouth. The

other guys in the car cracked up laughing.



"Now make sho' you tastes dat before yo swallow!"



The thick mixture of nigger teen spit and snot coursed

its way down my

throat. I thought I might puke.



He held his handsome black face over me. His nose was

wide like that of a

gorilla with huge nostrils. "Faggot, I gots a cold. Yo

help me out like a

good fucking faggot. Lick out my nostrils, will you?"





He flexed his nose so his nostrils opened up.huge.I

could see the snot

and boogers inside.



" What? You want me to.what?" I struggled but the boy

on the other

side grabbed my balls and squeezed.



"Yo heard me. Stick da tip of yo tongue up in my nose

and clean me out."



The other guys in the car roared at the fucking sick

idea of my "new

friend." Dear God, believe me, I didn't want to do it. I

know you think I

am a pervert who lusts after boys and will willingly do the

most degrading

things. But that was with Jake. Believe me when I say I

didn't feel the same

about these black skinned animals. But what could I do?

The grip on my nuts

tightened until I had tears in my eyes. I made my tongue as

pointy as I

could and I thrust the tip up inside the nostril of the

black thug. He did

have a cold.his nose started to run into my mouth. I felt

crusty boogers

coat the tip of my tongue. I could not get it in very far.

He changed

tactics. He held my jaw open and blew his nose into my

mouth. It was the

sickest thing that had ever happened to me. I gagged and my

puke rose up in

my throat. He clamped a hand over my mouth and ordered me

to swallow. I

swallowed his snot and my puke.



"We has arrived!" The black boy driving shouted, and for

a moment

festivities stopped.



It turned out to be a kind of club house or something

for their black





street gang. It smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in It smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in a

year, but no worse

than they smelled. These black dudes had not washed in

about a week. I

almost puked again, just from the stink, and it was ironic

that they

commented on how I smelled of piss. The first thing they

did was strip me of

the little clothing I had. Now I was totally naked standing

in the middle of

a negro street gang clubhouse with fully dressed black

thugs surrounding me.

The walls were filled with photos of naked girls both black

and white.

Well, there were six or seven of them wandering in and out

of the clubhouse,

and they immediately got me on my naked knees and set me to

sucking some

huge drooling uncut black meat. The head cheese was enough

for a

Thanksgiving meal.I could scoop it up with my tongue and

they forced me

to.Any time I started to vomit, they clamped a hand over my

mouth and

ordered me to swallow. As if an order can control one's

bile. They made

some phone calls on cell phones, and more black dudes

arrived.all in their

late teens. I begged them to let me go, between big thick

black cock being

shoved down my throat. These boys didn't really know what

a blow job

was.they just grabbed my ears for handles and fucked my

face like it was

some two bit sewer hole, which is what I had become, I

guess.The taste of

the huge fat black fuckers varied from pissy, to sweaty, to

cheesy, to

delicious. I have to admit, some of that nigger teen dick

was very good, and





I got a hard on. They laughed and fucked my face until

their balls slapped

my chin and their fuckmeat was choking me, forcing my

throat to expand. I

protested when I could breath that they were rupturing my

throat and that I

could give them a much better suck job if they were gentle

with me. They

just laughed big white toothed laughs and told me not to

worry.that they

would fuck a big enough hole in my throat to take any

dick.



Their fucking huge black pricks drooled so much cock

snot however, that

it made the throat fucks a bit easier to take. My God,

these boys leaked.

Their pricks bubbled with fuck slime constantly, drooling

it onto the floor

and onto my body. It hung in long strings from their hard

prickhead

pissholes, as they strutted around the room, bouncing on

their big black

feet, anxious for their turn to ram dick down the white

dude's pussymouth.

More guys came and went. I must have sucked off sixteen or

seventeen guys.My

jaw ached and my lips grew numb. My tongue was swollen, but

still they did

not stop. Their fleshy black scrotums bounced against my

chin, and several

of the boys had dried chunks of cum clotted in their wiry

prick hair, left

over from some previous fuck.It seemed that these boys

fucked several times

a day and never cleaned themselves.I thought about how

their girlfriends

must feel. They were obviously nothing more than dick

ditches for the thugs.

I was getting an education these last few days on how many

teenage boys live





only by and for their big dicks. Had it been that way whey when

I was there age,

and had I just been too naďve to realize it. Or was this a

new kind of

teenage boy.one who lived totally for FUCK?



Finally I lay on the hard cold, scum covered floor,

coughing up cum, my

stomach bloated with loads of fuck I had been forced to

swallow, crying from

the burning pain in my throat. I was unable to speak above

a whisper as my

throat had been fucked hoarse. My lips were cracked,

swollen and coated

with niggercum. I had never been prejudiced in my life,

but that's how I

thought of it at that moment.nigger cum.not the sperm

of healthy

American black boys or African American spooge. No, I

thought of them as the

lowest, meanest, most dangerous kind of niggers, and their

slop was nigger

cum. They high-fived each other and talked of basketball,

drugs, cunt, and

what a fine mouthpussy I was. But now that they had

skimmed the cream off,

it was time to play more seriously. Time to fuck the

faggot.



Of course I begged. Of course I cried. Would you want

fifteen or sixteen

dicks ranging anywhere from seven inches to over a foot

long up your

asshole? Besides, I was saving my ass for Jake. Oh I know,

you think I am a

totally loser. How could I still feel that way about Jake,

after all he had

done to me? And now, because of him, I was to be ass

ruptured by grotesque

nigger teen boy dick. I knew I would end up in the

hospital. Then, when I





knew it was useless because they were already jerking their

big black pricks

to erection and jumping around so the fat black fuckers

bounced and drooled

again, I begged them to at least use condoms, but that was

met with a

hearty round of laughter. One of the black dudes dug

around in the garbage

for a minute and produced a dirty yellowed stretched out

condom, that he

announced he had worn when he fucked his bitch last night.

He told me since

I wanted rubbers so bad, I could just suck that one out.



They made me take the stretched out dickbag in my mouth

and suck it until

the dried cum became liquidy. Then they forced me to lick

and suck and chew

the rubber until it was clean. I gagged something

terrible, but I had other

things on my mind. While I did this, they had me kneel on

hands and knees,

and one of the black dudes started to work a monkey wrench

up my asshole "to

loosen dis bitch up for some prime black dick." as he said.

They were upset

that my faggot dick wasn't hard with respect for their

beautiful black

bodies, so they forced me to jerk on my own dick prick

until I had a

hardon.It had gone down from fear and pain. What the fuck

did they expect?

What a sight I made, bare assed on my hands and knees,

sucking on a used

rubber and jerking on my prick while a black teenager

fucked my asshole with

a monkey wrench. Speaking of monkey wrench's, I honestly

don't know how

these boys carried that kind of fuck equipment around with

them all day. I





mean, their balls were so big and hung so low and loose in

the fucksack,

that they did literally swing with every step they took. No

wonder these

boys needed to fuck all the time.they were half

animal.More than half!



When I was opened up to their satisfaction, they started

to fuck me.

They fucked me in every position. on hands and knees, on my

back like a

cheap whore with my legs up and spread, standing bent over,

kneeling on a

chair. You name it. The more I sobbed, the more they

laughed and the harder

they fucked me. It felt like their big teenage peckers

were ripping open

my asshole and dragging my intestines out. I must have gone

into shock.

Otherwise I don't know how I could have survived.Even in

remembering, the

pain is indescribable. Sometimes at night, my body

remembers, and the pain

of those first fucks returns.I guess you never forget the

first times,

especially if they are huge monstrous black teen dicks that

are fucking your

rectum open. They plowed balls deep, their fucksacks

slapping my body, then

they pulled out until just their prick heads were imbedded

in my twat, then

they rammed back in again full force, sometimes grinding

and twisting for a

more painful fuck. Three times I passed out and was

slapped back awake by

some black dude thwacking his hard dick across my face.



For five hours I was fucked I don't know how many

times. I know my ass

was bleeding, and my nose was bleeding too from being

slapped with so much





dick. Some boys who had already shot a load of blacksperm

up my twat came

around and face fucked me for thirds, so I was forced to

taste my own

assslime which was now diluted with blood and loads of cum.

It was all

because of Jake that I had ended up in this position. All

Jake's fault.

For the last two hours, I was double fucked, ass and mouth

at the same time.



Finally I lay on the floor in a pool of cum and blood and

dick and ass

slop. Cum ran from my mouth and nose and bubbled from my

asshole. The black

boy who seemed to be the leader of the gang ordered them to

throw me out

into the gutter.



"Please.please.not like this. At least drive me

home. I have to get

home. I promise I won't ever tell a soul.just please for

the love of God

take me home.you boys are Christian, aren't you.please

take me home."

I was hysterical and really out of it, but I knew I somehow

had to get

safely home.



"Sho nuff.we drive you right up to your front

door.for oh, lets

say.two hundred dollars."



Two hundred dollars? I had no money.Jake had taken

all my

money.cleaned out my account. I was a pauper. I

was destitute.little

more than a beggar, a bag person, a fucked out fucked up

street person.



"Please, I don't have any money. Maybe I can borrow

some. Give me some





time.I don't know. Please, you've had your fun, now hav Please, you've had your fun, now have

a little mercy

on me, and take me home." Cum dripped from my hair into my

eyes and I tried

to wipe it out, but my hands were coated with dickslop as

well. My asshole

was ripped open. I felt I needed a doctor, but I could

take care of that

later. First I just wanted the peace and quiet of my

apartment. I struggled

to my knees, clasped my hand together in sperm soggy

prayer. "Please."



The cute black teen smiled. "Well if you got no

money.what can

you give us if we drive you home?"



"I don't know. I don't know. Come in my apartment and

take some

furniture, that would be fine. Some nice furniture for your

clubhouse here."



The room had grown very quiet. The boys stood or sat

around

bare assed, fingering their lanky hoses or scratching their

big fat

balls.They were like monkeys. I hate to say it, but they

were. The room

smelled of fuck. I was in a fuckhouse of black teenage

boys. The boys knew

their leader was up to something, some new prank. He

wasn't their gang

leader for nothing. This boy was smart. He had a sense of

humor.



"Na, we got all da furniture we need. I tells you

what. We drive you

home if you has lunch wit us. How's dat. Yo eats lunch wit

us, and we





drives you home." I was confused. This handsome muscula you home." I was confused. This handsome muscular

animalistic street

punk whose speech showed that he had never gotten beyond

sixth grade, if

that, was asking me to have lunch with them. My confusion

was cleared up in

the most grotesque fashion.



The bare assed naked, well built, nineteen year old

black boy squatted,

big bare feet pointing outward, fat leathery scrotum

hanging down until it

scrapped the ground. He smiled at me, farted and took a

shit on the floor.

Three huge dark shit logs squeezed their way from between

his muscular

asscheeks and plopped down in a not so little pile. I

stared dumbfounded.

He stood, then grabbed some newspaper and wiped his

asshole.right in front

of his black brothers who hooted and applauded and

cheered. He tossed the

dirty paper into the trash and then turned to me.



"We drive you home and get you safely in your

apartment, if you eat dat

pile of my shit!"



I must have knelt there without moving for a year.

One of the guys

actually came over and kicked me in the gut with his bare

toes to see if I

was still alive. "I.I.can't do that." I finally

managed to whisper.



"Den out onto da street wit you like dat and good luck

because dis is

one mutherfucking dangerous hood. "



"Eh.no.no.wait a minute. There must be something

else I can

do.something else. I'll suck you all again. Wouldn't you

like that? Some of

you have hard dicks.I'll suck you all again."





"We gotta save sometin' for our bitches.dey be jealous

hos and we don't

dare deprive dem of our big fat dicks."



The leader stood there, proud and handsome, his hands

resting naturally

on his slim hips, his big black cock half hard, a tiny bit

of pre fuck

oozing from the pisshole."Yo best be a good white boy and

eat my shit. It

will all be over soon, and yo can go home. Now, crawl on

over, and no using

your hands. You just put your white faggot face down dere

into dat nice

fresh pile of niggershit and you chow down."



How low can a human being sink? Is there no depth to

which he cannot be

made to crawl? I'd read about Jews in the Concentration

Camps doing sick

depraved acts to live one more day. I know now that I must

have always been

naturally submissive. It took Jake to bring it out in me.

Jake! That

clean-cut cute as hell all American high school boy with a

sadistic streak

as big as the Nazi Party.



After a while, I crawled over, knelt over the stinking

pile of human

waste, put my face down, and started to eat shit. It seems

so easy to write

about, but it was the changing point in my whole life. It

broke me. That

moment broke me. After that, anyone who wanted to could

push me around,

force me to do practically anything.and did. The smell

of shit is worse

than the taste, for those of you who have never done this

sort of thing. I

know this kind of thing turns a lot of you otherwise

healthy masochistic





readers off. You loved reading about my humiliation abuse

and torture. It

got your dicks hard, but this.this is too much for you.

This turns you

off.please don't go there. Well, I wish it were that

easy, but this is

what happened to me, and I would give anything if it had

not happened too.

I took the turd of a nineteen year old black boy in my

mouth and chewed

it and swallowed. I ran.or stumbled to the trash and

puked. The black

boy said it seemed disrespectful of me to puke up his nice

shitlog, so while

I ate the rest, I had to masturbate my dick to show how

much I liked it.



So I knelt there, jerking on my dick like a madman

while I ate the pile

of shit. It tasted kind of chalky and burnt. It got all

over my lips and

tongue and up into my gums, and when I swallowed it clogged

my throat and

didn't want to go down.



"Now yo learning proper respect for da black man."



Oh yes. I learned proper respect for the black man.

For any man. Any

man at all was better than me. I had become a fucked out

shit eating

faggot.



They drove me home. Me in the trunk, cause of my

stink. Honorable boys

that they were, they threw a blanket over my shoulders

while they helped me

break into my apartment. Jake was not there. My car was not

there. It was a

blessing. What if he had been fucking some girl when I got

there naked and

shit covered and with black thugs? I almost wish he had

been there, because





I have loved the black boys to teach him a lesson as well.

They would have

fucked the girl for sure and maybe Jake too! HA. REVENGE.

But it was not to

be. They did take two armchairs after all.They slapped me

some and left.

I threw myself into the shower and fell asleep with the

water running warm

over my battered body. My tears mingled with the water, and

I fell into a

deep slumber. And that's how Jake found me when he

brought over his

fuckdate that night. And believe me. He was one unhappy

boy. You don't

ever ever want to piss Jake off!