Homeboy Breaking And Entering

It was the heart of summer, and Bradford was having another or its heatwaves. Scalding days and hot nights when the slight breezes dropped and left the air hot and humid. I was many of those who didnt have the luxury of air conditioning in their homes. The best I could do during the day was keep all the fans cranked up to full speed, all the windows open, and make sure my day involved plenty of water. At night, I usually kept a fan going in my room, and the windows open. Even then the humidity was still noticeable.

The one particular day, Friday, it had been noticeably hot. Luckily Id spent the day at work, behind a desk and computer, in an office that has halfway decent air conditioning. Its was a cool job, one that I was lucky to have at 21. But by the end of the day I was just ready to go home and collapse. So, I drove straight back, put on the fans, opened up the windows and took a cool shower. Damn, the water felt refreshing! After the whole day stinking up at work. I was soon lazing about on the couch, watching our local basketball team trouncing another unfortunate team.

Come 10pm, the heat had laid up a bit. I got myself to bed, stripping off to my boxers and sliding under only a sheet. Any more and I knew Id be waking up in a pool of my own sweat. I was feeling a little clammy as it was. After a while though, I managed to drift off into a light sleep, sliding in and out.

A bright red numbers on my LCD clock read 3:12 when I drifted out at one point. I noticed Id woken up fairly much completely for some reason, and took a quick drink of water before settling back. It was pretty hot, in the silent, still dead of night, and I was sweating a little. It took me a second to get myself comfortable under my sheet again.

Then I heard it. A thump. At first I dismissed it as nothing, but then I heard something else. Inside the house? I lay silently for a moment longer, trying to work out whether it was imagination, or sounds from the street outside or both. I didnt hear anything, and decided I was just dreaming. A moment later and Id started to drift back into sleep.

When I next opened my eyes, I woke suddenly and completely in a shock! At the end of my bed was a tall, dark figure, dressed in black. I had already shot upright in bed, and was quickly reacting on instinct. The figure moved quicker and dove onto the bed, pinning me with his whole body. I struggled with him, but it was brief. He was both heavy and stronger and in a moment he had a forearm leaned against my throat, choking me into submission. He was kneeling between my thighs, which ruled out kneeing him.

"Put yo arms down, mutha-fucka," the voice was deep and commanding. I did as he ordered and he eased up slightly on my neck.

We both remained still, panting from the short struggle. I was frozen with fear, my heart pounding in my chest. I was terrified by the thought he would kill me. It was then, pinned under him that I managed to get a look at my attacker.

He was black, young, bald. I could tell easily by his weight and size that he was stocky. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realized that he was wearing no shirt under his black jacket. I made out smooth, dark muscles and a body that looked well worked on. It was obvious that he was pretty fit. Checking him out then, I couldn't stop my eyes subconsciously drop to his crotch. His black jeans were pretty baggy, and in the darkness I couldn't make out any obvious sign.

After a moment longer I found the strength to speak; "I'll give you whatever you want!"

"Yeah? Whos sayin' I wont just take it?" His voice was heavy with attitude.

"Look. My wallets on the dresser over there. Its got at least 50 bucks in it. Take it."

I waited a while in fearful silence. It was obvious I wasn't going to fight this guy off me. I spoke again. Im not sure if it was because I couldn't stand the silence, or because he hadn't spoken.

"Look, man. Its all I got. Take it." I choked as he pushed his arm hard down on my neck again. I grabbed his arm and he pressed harder. I struggled again.

"Shut da fuck up!" he eased up slightly and I did my best to follow his orders. "Just keep yo fuckin' mouth shut an' yo wont get hurt, alright?"

"Take the money!" I whimpered.

"Who da fuck said I even WANTED yo money, white boy?" A sudden chill hit me, and I felt my heart rate, and my fear climb again. I saw him reaching back to his jeans, and I knew then I had to do something. ANYTHING. Instead I just stayed rigid with fear.

"Keep yo mouth shut, and do everythin' I say. An' I promise you'll be alright." I saw him move his hand down to my leg and saw the flash of steel. I freaked as I felt the cold sting of metal against my hip briefly, and then a sharp tug on my boxers. And then again. His hand went back to his jeans.

I lay silently, hoping that following his orders got me out of this unhurt. I felt him grab the waistband of my boxers and pull. The cut material ripped easily off, and I realized suddenly what it was he planned to do to me. My cock throbbed up full mast in a mere few seconds. I suddenly felt completely helpless under him, naked and pinned.

"White boy turned on by dis shit, huh?" I heard the amused tone in his voice, felt his hand on my thigh. "Maybe yo might even like it, huh?"

Despite my fear, despite the fact I had a heavy, black youth pinning me down on my bed, and even though chances were he could hurt or kill me, I was incredibly aroused by his slow, stroking hand. Maybe it was the fact he was attacking me. And I knew he probably intended to rape me. Something inside me wanted this black kid in his muscular prime to take me. To control me, fuck me within an inch of my life. To have this rough black homeboy push his cock inside me and show me how it felt to have the hardest black muscle inside my white ass. I suddenly realised then with surprise, that I was actually WANTING him to do it.

His hand moved again, and he put something to his mouth. This time I felt a sudden shock of cold hit my hard cock. The black youth dropped aside what I guessed was a tube of some kind of lubricant. I let out a powerful moan as he wrapped his long, slender black fingers around my cock and began rubbing the lube over it. I heard the slurping as he continued the task, my penis throbbing, my heart rate rising with my arousal. The black attacker stopped doing it all too soon, rubbing more of the ample lube around my legs and balls.

"Get yo legs up," he ordered. "Show me yo ass." I did as he wanted, letting another moan escape my lips as his long fingers now started rubbing at my asshole.

"Please..." I was breathing heavily, not knowing exactly what I was trying to say, whether I was coming to my senses or not, realizing the danger I was still in. "Please...mman..."

"Yeah, Ill please yo, white boy," he promised. "Gonna stick mah black cock up yo ass. Gonna plow yo white ass." A finger slipped into my puckering hole, and I sucked in a tight breath. He rubbed it in and out gently, then plunged it in. I felt his knuckles against my cheeks. My whole body arched under him.

I don't know if it was my arousal, or the heat of the night, but I was sweating bad, my body sticky and wet. I could see my attackers smooth, black muscles, wet with perspiration. He looked so strong and athletic under his jacket. I was suddenly hoping he would take it off so I could see the rest of his young black body, and see it glistening with his sweat.

"Ill do whatever you say," I found myself saying. I couldn't believe I was doing whatever I could to give in to this now. "Just dont hurt me. I'll do what you tell me."

"Yeah, I know yo will. Yo want mah black dick bad, don't ya. Yeah, white boys a slave to my black dick. Yo want my dick don't ya?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I do." I felt his finger push deep up inside me, then a sharp pain as he pressed a second finger in.

"Ill please yo. Fuck yo good an' hard. Screw ya wit' my big black cock. Fuck yo up real bad." he was shoving his long fingers up hard in me, really pushing and opening me up. I could see this was turning him on big time too. He kept shoving his hand up between my legs, finger fucking me aggressively. I soon felt a third finger join the effort, widening me up even more, preparing to make my ass his pussy.

Something inside me erupted as the black guy rubbed mercilessly at my prostate. I felt that first wave of pleasure hit me, and in seconds my cock was unloading a wet sea apon my stomach. I felt it running down my sides, wetting my sheets. I writhed under him as the last of my intense climax shot from my stiff cock.

He slowed his fucking as I slowed spraying my semen on myself. Taking his fingers out of my loose, somewhat sore ass, he ran his them over the puddle that had formed on my abs. I felt him push down on my neck again as he moved his hand up to my face.

"Open," he ordered. I opened my mouth as he slid his slender fingers in. I could taste the cum instantly, salty as it ran into my throat. I found myself sucking on his fingers, and the black guy pulled them out, scooping more of my semen to feed me. I sucked again on those beautiful, long fingers as he made me lick more of my cum down.

"Good." He moved awkwardly for a moment and I choaked slightly as he leaned too hard. I watched his hand start working open his jeans. My penis was throbbing with anticipation, my ass aching. I found myself begging for him in my mind, telling him to bring it on.

A moment later and I saw his big cock drop as he pushed his boxers down a little. I felt the hard flesh slap against my thigh. God he was hot! Suddenly, my attackers arm was off my throat for a moment, and he was holding my arms down with both hands. I felt his hard, heavy weight press down on me, his burning rod slid up hard into my crotch. His hot skin pressed against mine, his black cock suddenly hard beside mine as he lay on top of me. I found his eyes, deep, dark, staring into mine.

"Like dat, huh? Like havin' a niggas cock pressin' on yo's? Bet yo cant wait for it breakin' yo ass up. Yo like bein' dis niggas assboy?"

"Yes," I said, breathlessly. I wasn't just co-operating now. I knew that well and truly. I was hard because I wanted him. A big, aggressive black guy, threatening to do what I had only dreamed about.

Slowly he started rubbing against me. His hard cock was like a burning brand, slipping against the lube, my cum, and our sweat. His hard chest rubbed on mine, his body hot, and wet with perspiration. His breath blasted on my face, hot like flames, as he panted with his work and his arousal.

"Gonna bust my nut in ya, white boy," he panted. "Yo gonna be BEGGIN' fo' mo'. An' I'm gonna give it to yo. Harder than yo dreamed it." I felt his big, heavy balls rub across my aching cock, his dick felt impressively big as he lubed it up on what he had spread on me.

I felt like I was going to burst when I finally felt him stroke low down my leg, and then up, his head rubbing into my ass crack. He pushed a bit, slipping, my cock gliding over his rock hard abs. I almost came right then! "Open yo fuckin' legs!" he ordered with bark. I did it instantly, trying to make it as easy as possible for him to get that cock where we both wanted it.

I felt a shock to my senses as the black guy pressed at my ass, his cock head sinking slowly in. He pushed again, and suddenly I felt the pressure building in my assring. I was hurting already, and I could feel that deep presence burrowing at my hole. Suddenly I was wondering if this was such a good idea.

"Hurtin' already?" my attacker face was smiling. "Fuck, yo think mah cock was small? What did they always tell yo about black boys cocks?" I was panting, scared at that huge presence at my rear entrance, poised. "Relax, aright? Dis is gonna hurt bad."

Barely warning as he pumped that black column up into me. A fire of pain burst in my ass, and a strong hand locked over my mouth as he pre-emptied my scream. I struggled suddenly as he pumped another inch of that flesh up my rectum. Another burst of pain, another hard grunt, and more as I felt his black penis rape my ass. I lost it as he held me down, hand tight over my mouth, assaulting me again and again with that huge black weapon.

"TAKE it, mutha-fucka!" he managed to grunt with a snarl.

My heart was pounding like a bass drum. I felt like it would rip from my chest. Shot after shot of blinding pain ran through my body as the black guy rammed his thick shaft home up my rectal passage. Then it stopped, replaced by a dull, deep throbbing pain. I lay under my attacker, my ass feeling more like it had a tree trunk rammed up it than a penis. Tears ran from my eyes, my whole being felt split, spiked on that huge black organ.

"Relax." the black said, his voice low.

His voice was as ragged as mine. He took his strong hand off my mouth, and I breathed in huge pants, my body sticky with sweat. His looked about as bad as mind as he finally did what I prayed he would. The black youth straightened up, shrugging his jacket off his muscular shoulders, letting it slide down sinuous, sweat slicked arms. I noticed the sweat running down his muscular grooves, his dark torso glistening. My eyes were running across every deep muscle as he dropped his jacket aside.

As my eyes dropped to his hard abs I noticed that massive shaft, a good six inches still protruding from my aching asshole. The remaining length was blacker than coal, and wormed with fat veins, shiny with sweat and lube. I nearly past out! I couldn't believe he had got something that thick up my ass! And it felt like I had already taken a whole mans penis inside me!

"Yo hurtin', huh?" the black youth was back down on me again, holding my shoulders. "Just relax, yo. Dat whole things goin' up in yo, so get used to how to feels."

He waited a while longer before pulling back. My whole ass felt like it was dropping the most massive, most painful shit it had ever passed. I arched under him, letting out a deep, half pained, half pleasured moan. My ass was pushing hard, trying to clear this huge black cock as it eased out slowly. I felt every inch drag through my ring until he held himself, his whole penis poised at my throbbing ass.

The drive back in was just as intense, except this time I felt that huge head penetrating my depths, pushing hard up into my gut. I let out another long moan, feeling my black attacker press inch after inch of his huge weapon in me. I couldn't believe what I was feeling when his rough pubic hair finally pressed against my cheeks. A huge, throbbing rod, thrust deep into my being. I couldn't believe he had impaled me on that thing!

"Yeah. Yo likin' dat, huh?" I lay under him, my mouth open in a soundless moan of pleasure. "Like dis nigga up yo ass? You'll like dis better."

I lay there, in the dead of night. Drenched in sweat. The huge cock of the black youth that had broken into my house up my ass. My hands for the first time gripped on his hard, sweat slicked muscles. I began to feel a whole new, blinding pleasure as he started fucking me.

He wasted no time, building up to a hard, aggressive pattern that had my bed creaking under us. I felt like he was punching me as his giant cock pounded up in me again in again, my whole ass ablaze with the pleasure of his rough sex. I writhed under him, moaning out load, swearing, begging for his every inch as he fucked me as hard as he had promised.

I had barely realized I had cum, feeling a hot, wet flood wash over my stomach as his burning cock sent equally hot waves of pleasure through my body. I watched in the most incredible arousal as his whole black body worked over me, every beautiful muscle in fluid motion. He fucked with his whole body, using the strength that lay under that smooth, dark skin. His skin burned, hot, wet, hard under my greedy, rubbing hands.

Slowly the black youth pulled back, arching above me as my hands ran over his broad, muscular chest. His head went back and I felt his cock swell and explode inside me. Oh, shit! I felt like a scalding flood had hit my insides as he dropped burst after burst of his hot climax inside me. He stayed hilt deep in my slutty ass as he came, pulsing his cum up that huge black shaft. I felt the heavy, huge presence of his big nuts nested between my legs. I stared, gasping, at that part where we both joined, my white skin a stark contrast against his black.

The muscular blacks climax subsided slowly, leaving me feeling soaked in and out. I lay exhausted, as spent as him, rubbing my hands up his sinuous body. For a second I regarded him almost as a lover, before he ripped his softening cock out of my rectum. I felt the absence instantly, almost like Id lost a part of myself, and I remembered he was my attacker. The black youth that had broken into my house and was now having his way with me.

I lay not moving as he kicked off his jeans and got back onto the bed. My eyes widened as I saw that huge black hose hanging between his strong thighs. Even limp it was more impressive than some men Id seen. I still had a problem believing he had put THAT inside me! Limp, it was nearing 6 inches long, hanging away from his body in a long, graceful arch.

"Get over here, now. On yo hands an' knees." he ordered, taking his cock in hand. "Put yo fuckin' mouth on it. Worship mah fuckin' black cock. Show me yo grateful for me puttin' it up yo ass."

I was! Every inch of pain! I was quickly licking at his black dick as it came full mast again. I awed at its length and thickness! It was easily a foot long, hard and ribbed up its massive shaft. Fat veins ran up its length where he pinched it off hard at his base. His head was the perfect shape for fucking ass; a spearhead, his foreskin tight over it.

I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and drag my head towards that godly organ. It was wet, with sweat, and lube and who knows what else from my ass. It stunk of shit and cum, but Id never been more willing to put something in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could as he pumped his dick in past my lips, forcing it on me.

"Suck it, mahfucka! Choak it down! Suck mah big black cock, faggot! Suck it all down!"

I felt his hands clamp either side of my head and his hips pump as he fed me as much of that black pole I could manage. I choked, and needless to say, I barely got a third of it in, my eyes watering and jaw aching. I just tried to relax as he got off in my mouth, doing my best to survive as he fucked that black organ into me, just as rough as when he had fucked my ass.

"Yeah! Suck it down! Yo white boys are slaves to our black dicks!"

Finally he came, and I was drowning as his thick white seed flooded my mouth and throat. I swallowed and gulped, taking as much of it as I could, tasting nothing but his salty man juice, feeling like my head was being held under in a bucket of sea water. I slipped out of his hands as he pulled his dick out, collapsing onto the bed. Shit! Where was he finding the strength?!

"Yo done well, white boy," I heard him still above me. I heard him groaning a little, and a rhythmic, wet slurping sound started. "I know yo been likin' it though. Fuck, how often yo get da chance to get fucked by a real man, huh? A strong, powerful black boy like me."

I lay, catching my breath as he got off over me. I heard his breath quicken and then felt a wetness splash on my shoulders and back. It subsided slowly, dripping over my head as I heard my attacker sigh quietly.

"Yo, I'm almost done, white boy. Then Ill leave yo alone. I just wanna fuck yo one more time doggy-style, like I kick it wit' mah homeboys." I felt a sharp pain in my head. "Get up, I said!" I did as I was told. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, but Id run a marathon to get there.

I felt his hot hands pull me up on all fours, and I drew my strength. This time his huge erection slid a little easier into me, but the initial pain was still there as my ass had tried to work back to its normal state. One without a baseball bat size cock up it. I felt the familiar sensations as he joined with me again, pressing to his balls up in me.

I felt his long, hot fingers wrap around my own 7 inch cock as he rested with his stiff penis buried into my gut. I groaned as he started jerking me off hard, rubbing his fist up and down its length, lubed by sweat and cum. It felt as intense as when he had first rubbed it with the lubricant he had ended up smearing all over his own dick. This time, though, he didnt stop until my penis throbbed in his hand, and I emptied my load into his waiting hand.

"Open," I felt him pull painfully at my hair again, and I opened my mouth as he fed me a handful of my salty seed. I swallowed and he kept his hand at my mouth as I licked it clean. "Good dog. Now yo can enjoy yo bone."

His strong hands gripped my hips and he started moving in me again, those beautiful, long, familiar strokes. My body rocked under his as he fucked, grunting with every powerful blow. I stared back between my legs, past my intensely erect cock, hoping to catch a glimpse of that massive black piston. His rough, aggressive strokes opened my ass back up to its slutty state, and I grew drunk with the feelings of his huge column sliding in and out of me, his whole black body like some powerful fucking machine, driving me to unknown highs.

Those last few fucks left me arching and writhing in his hands as he dropped his load in me again. I saw those huge balls stop swinging, and that huge black shaft sink into me as that hot flush fulled me again. I dreaded the inevitable emptiness after he had fulled me again with his black seed and huge male organ.

"Gotta go, white boy," he said as he climbed off the bed. I rolled back to where I had first been when he had come in. The clock read 4:03. I watched as that beautiful black penis slid back into his boxers, and then disappear into the overly baggy confines of his jeans.

"Hope I didn't hurt yo too bad," the muscular youth said.

"Anytime," I said. My throat was raw. "My back doors always open for you."

He did up his belt and scooped up his jacket. That sinuous, worked body was still gleaming with sweat from the heat and the sex. I drew in a last, deep look at that tall body, hard and athletic. His bald head and dark features, mouth surrounded by the hint of a goatee etched onto my mind.

"Maybe next time I might need mah homeboys wit' me."

I smiled. "I think you got breaking and entering down to a fine art. But you never know when you might need the extra hands."

He leaned towards me, and I saw the flash of his knife at my throat. Taken completely by surprise, I was suddenly reminded again what he was.

"Yeah, whatever white boy. Just remember dat yo best keep dis shit on da down low. Know what I mean? Or next time I might be fuckin' yo up some way yo wont be gettin' off on."

He surprised me again as his lips pressed against mind in a quick, deep kiss. Then it ended, and he headed towards the door, shrugging on his jacket. He grabbed up my wallet on the way out.

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written by wildstyle