Whiteboy in the Black Man's World

Jason and Kershaw were college roommates. Both were straight, good-looking, well-built athletes, Jason was white of Irish descent, Kershaw was black. They got along well and often dated the same chicks, which tended to be co-eds that put out since neither of them were looking to fall in love, as young as they were.

One night, Jason and Kershaw got drunk over a few pitchers of margaritas with two girls, Tammy and Sheila. After the girls had a few too many, they split, but the room mates stayed until they were hammered and staggered back to the dorm, where they did several shots of tequila and drank beer while watching a porno tape until they passed out.

The next morning, Jason woke up first, to find himself lying beside Kershaw on one of the beds. Jason was fully dressed, but Kershaw had his jeans and boxers pulled down to his ankles, with his long, soft, black, uncut penis resting limp against his bare thigh. Jason tried to wake his roommate up, but Kershaw was still out of it. Realizing this didn't look good, Jason carefully pulled up Kershaw's pants and underwear, then went to the cafeteria for some coffee.

After Jason left, Kershaw woke up. The last thing he remembered was doing shots with Jason, after which he must have passed out. He remembered dreaming that he got a killer blowjob, but that was it. Meanwhile, Jason was trying to remember what happened to him the night before. Why was his throat so sore? That never happened before when he got drunk. Even his jaw ached.

Over the next 24 hours, both roommates slowly recollected what had happened, but as if through a haze. Neither was sure if it really happened or was just a very freaky dream. Jason kept getting flashbacks of a long black cock being shoved in and out of his mouth until a burst of hot cum shot down his throat. That's when Jason touched his face and found that something sticky had dried up on his chin. Embarrassed as shit, Jason rushed to the men's room to wash his face. Eventually, Jason realized it was Kershaw he dreamed about, but what if the dream really happened? No, that wasn't possible! They weren't gay. At least, Jason knew that he wasn't and he was pretty sure that Kershaw wasn't either. Why would he dream such a thing? Why did he have something crusty on his chin if it wasn't sperm? The very idea made him sick to his stomach.

Kershaw, meanwhile, was putting his fragmented dream-memories together too. Was it possible that Jason had gone down on him after he passed out? Nah, Jason wasn't no freak. But why would he dream about such a thing?

The roommates avoided each other for a few days and never discussed this. But Kershaw was so troubled that his cousin Mohammad, a Muslim, noticed something was on Kershaw's mind. After smoking a few blunts, Kershaw came clean with Mohammad and confessed the strange dream to him. What his cousin told him was even more disturbing.

According to Mohammad, what probably happened was that when the roommates got drunk, their natural instincts took over. Whiteboys are inferior to brothers, Mohammad explained:

"Yo roomie must have given in to his natural Caucasian impulses and sucked yo dick, cuz."

"But he ain't no fag," argued Kershaw, who was very ashamed to think that it was true, that he had let another man go down on him.

"Don't matter," said Mohammad. "Deep down, all white boys is basically fags. Didn't you ever notice whiteboys checkin out yo Johnson sometimes? They jealous cuz Allah cursed white men with little dicks, yo! Think about it, Nubians gave the world everything: the alphabet, medicine, architecture. Them Europeans stole that shit from us! We dominate them in sports, music, everything, bro! The day gonna come when all white men admit they inferior to the Black Man and that they messed up the whole planet tryin to deny it. That's when we gonna see some changes around here, know what I mean?"

Kershaw said, "I still don't like the idea of another man even lookin at my johnson, let alone suck it like some bitch."

"But that's what I'm telling ya, whiteboys is bitches. You remember when I was locked up for 3 years? How you think I got through that shit without no females? I had whiteboys on my jock all the time. Shit, it didn't bother me none. I even fucked that whiteboy pussy a few times. A bitch is a bitch, yo. Now, I ain't sayin I'm proud of that shit, but what the fuck. Least whiteboys is good for something, see what I'm sayin?"

Kershaw felt a little better, but he still didn't like the idea of a man giving him head, even, as Mohammad said, it was the natural order of things.

Poor Jason had no one to confide in. He was tormented by the idea that he might have sucked cock, and a nigger's cock at that! Jason didn't have anything against blacks, and didn't consider himself prejudiced, but the term "nigger" came naturally to him, as he grew up using the word at his all white high school. Jason didn't know which was worse, cocksucking in general or putting a nigger's cock in his mouth. If the dreams were true, maybe Kershaw had raped him, he figured. Niggers were animalistic when it came to sex, always bragging about how much white women craved their big cocks. Their bestial nature explained their prowess in sports, which Jason had always envied. That had to be it. If the dream was true, Kershaw must have raped him. Jason hoped to God that Kershaw didn't remember what happened that night.

For the rest of the week, the two room mates avoided each other. On Friday, when they usually headed to the campus pub to pick up chicks, they both made other plans.

Saturday night, they went to different bars in town and both came home drunk, drinking to forget what troubled them. Jason staggered into the room they shared to find Kershaw jerking off to a porno flick.

Kershaw was drunk, not as drunk as that night, but extremely horny. Jason stood there, staring embarrassed, so fucked up he didn't know what to do.

Kershaw was so horny, stroking his dick in front of his roomie, remembering everything Mohammad had said, that he said to Jason, "How about another one of them jobs, man?'

"Jobs?" said Jason, not understanding.

"Yahhh," said Kershaw. "I need one of them blowjobs like you gave me last time. Talkin about some head, man! Help a brotha out!"

As in a trance, Jason dropped to his knees and took Kershaw's nine inch black cock between his lips. He knew what he was doing, but couldn't help himself. He licked the uncut head and sucked on it like a popsickle until the foreskin slid up and down. He couldn't believe he was actually doing it. To make matters worse, while he felt Kershaw's long black pipe push down his throat until he gagged, he could feel his own cock getting stiff! Drunk as he was, Jason wondered why he was doing what he was doing. Christ, was he really a faggot?

"Yahhh, choke on it, whiteboy," said Kershaw, "Yahhh, that's what I'm talkin about. Suck the dick! Take it all the way down!"

Jason did exactly as told. Even though it disgusted him, he couldn't stop. There was something in the way Kershaw spoke to him that he knew he couldn't refuse, he had to obey. It even felt good having a cock in his mouth. It felt natural submitting to another man's desires, especially a nigger.

Up and down his mouth and throat took that nigger cock, for hours it seemed. At one point, Kershaw even put his hands on Jason's head and forced him down on his long dick, jamming his sausage as deep as it would go.

"Suck the dick, whiteboy," Kershaw urged, totally into the pleasure this tight throat was giving. He no longer cared that it was a guy, especially seeing how Jason was getting into it,. "You like suckin this nigga dick, don't ya, whiteboy! C'mon, make me bust this nut, bitch! Suck it good! Yahhh, like that, suck it, suck it, boyeeee! Suck the dick!"

Kershaw shot a thick load of hot cum down Jason's throat, then he passed out. Jason went to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, then stumbled back to his own bed, but had a hard time getting to sleep, thinking about what he had just done and because his own cock was hard as hell.

Jason tried to jerk off thinking about girls with big tits, which usually got him off, but his mind kept returning to Kershaw's cock. Finally, Jason couldn't cum until he looked over and saw Kershaw naked on the bed, his black cock limp but still larger and longer than his.

The next morning, when Jason woke up, he saw Kershaw still naked on the other bed, but his black dick was fully erect. Jason had to admire consciously for the first time how much he respected and admitted his roomie's physique: not an ounce of fat on Kershaw's body, his hairless chest and abs perfectly ripped, his shoulders and arms packed with muscle, his hard cock the biggest cock Jason had ever seen, except in porno movies with Jake Steed or Sean Michaels.

Kershaw said, "Good, you awake. How about some more of that shit. Git over here and git busy, yo!"

What happened next was the strangest thing of all. Jason got up and kneeled over Kershaw.

"Suck the dick, whiteboy," said Kershaw. It was an order. He was serious and Jason felt like he didn't have a choice. He was horny too and he actually wanted to suck his room mate's cock.

Jason gave head for twenty minutes while Kershaw talked nasty, racial, sexy shit to him. The more Kershaw ordered Jason to suck his black cock, the more Jason got into it. The whole time he wondered why he was doing it, but he couldn't help himself. Damn, he wanted that black cock in his mouth so bad. Finally, Kershaw shot his load and Jason greedily swallowed every gooey hot drop!

Kershaw said, "I guess you know this changes everything, boy!"

"What do you mean?" asked Jason, knowing perfectly well what Kershaw was talking about.

"Stand up and pull down yo drawers," said Kershaw. Again, in a tone that Jason felt he couldn't refuse. Jason pulled down his white briefs and exposed his stiff 6 and a half inch, pale, circumcised penis.

"Dayumm, that all you got?" Kershaw laughed. "Cuz was right, y'all is inferior, aint ya! Dayummm!"

Jason blushed with shame, both at what he had done and being ridiculed for the size of his manhood.

Kershaw said, "Aiiiight, you know what you are, right?"

"What do you mean?" mumbled Jason.

"You a stone fag, that's what!" said Kershaw. "And you got a thing for black dick, don't ya! Look at you, man, yo dick is hard as shit. You really get into this shit, don't ya! Dayumm, my roomie is a fuckin cocksucker! Let me hear you say it, yo!"

Jason hesitated. Everything about Kershaw's body, voice, attitude, made him want to submit, but still he hesistated. It couldn't be true! He loved girls, he wasn't a fag. But the fact was that he sucked a nigger's dick for the third time, and this time he was cold sober.

"Let me hear you say it, or I'm gonna tell everyone what a fuckin cocksucker you are!"

Slowly, the words came out of Jason's mouth. "I.... am..... a.... cocksucker. I guess. Please, man, don't tell anyone about this shit. I was fucked up! I didn't know what I was doing."

"The fuck you didn't," said Kershaw. " I think you like taking orders from a brotha, don't ya?"

Jason stood there, not saying anything, but his thin white cock was still standing at attention, and he knew that Kershaw was right. There was something about the way that Kershaw spoke to him that Jason knew made him feel helpless and submissive. Of course, Kershaw knew why. It was because whiteboys are naturally inferior to black men. A black man would never suck a dick, but get a white boy drunk enough and he would do anything! Only now Jason wasn't drunk and he still obeyed him.

Kershaw decided to put his power over this whiteboy to the test.

"From now on, you gonna do whatever I tell you, understand?"

All Jason could do was to nod his head. He was humiliated, but he knew it was true. Even if he wanted to disobey Kershaw, he feared that his room mate would expose him for a faggot.

Kershaw decided to put his power to the test. He ordered Jason to lie down on the floor and give him 50 pushups.

Jason did what he was told, while Kershaw laughed at him, a deep, cruel, smug laughter of triumph at his mastery over this whiteboy. Mohammad was right! Kershaw wondered how far he could push his power.

"Lissen up, whiteboy," he said, as an evil idea came to him to test the extent of his newfound authority. "I want you to crawl on yo hands and knees into the bathroom and stick yo face in the fuckin toilet! Do it now, bitch!"

Jason not only did as he was told, he wanted to do it. It was disgusting putting his face in the water of the toilet bowl, but he couldn't help himself. The water was cold.

"Drink it up, like you a puppy dog," ordered Kershaw.

Jason obeyed, hating himself, but helpless to refuse, because it made his cock so hard.

While Jason had his face in the toilet, Kershaw stood over him and took a long piss, his hot urine splashing over Jason's head.

"Keep drinkin, freak!" said Kershaw. "Drink my fuckin piss."

After Kershaw was done pissing, he made Jason take a big gulp of piss-water from the bowl, then gargle it like mouthwash and swallow it!

From that day on, Kershaw had total mastery over his white roommate. Most of the time he just had Jason wash his clothes and buy him beer and pay for his meals, but some nights when Kershaw was horny but couldn't get any pussy, he made Jason go down on him.

One night, Kershaw decided he wanted to fuck Jason in the ass. The whiteboy's ass was so tight that he resisted taking it, so Kershaw tied him down to the bedposts spread-eagle on his belly and raped his plump white ass. He had to gag Jason's mouth with a rag to keep him from hollering.

Another time, Jason returned to the dorm room to find Kershaw hanging out with two other black friends of his, whom Jason recognized from the basketball team. At first, Kershaw merely demonstrated his power over Jason by making the whiteboy go to the liquor store for them, but after they got drunk, Kershaw proved that his roommate would do anything he told them to, by making Jason give them pushups on command..

"Shit, this bitch will even suck yo dick, if I told him to," boasted Kershaw.

"You bull-shittin," scoffed Tyrese.

Kershaw smiled and ordered Jason to get down on his knees and open his mouth. Of course, Jason had no choice but to obey. He was totally under Kershaw's power.

Tyrese, skeptical, lowered his sweatpants and let his big cock hang out. It was soft, but still large, about six inches, almost as big as Jason's cock when fully hard.

"Show yo dick, boy," Kershaw ordered.

When Jason pulled out his cock, it was hard, but nowhere near the size of Kershaw's or Tyrese's black serpents.

The three black men laughed at Jason. It was funny as hell, not just seeing a whiteboy do what he was told, but seeing his useless white dick, as well.

"Now, suck the dick," said Kershaw.

Jason went down on Tyrese and sucked his cock until Tyrese busted a nut in the whiteboy's mouth.

"Dayummm," said Tyrese. "I want me a whiteboy for a roommate now!"

The other brother, Malcolm, wanted his dick sucked too. By the end of the night, Jason swallowed three loads of hot, thick African sperm down his throat!

For the rest of the semester, Jason was like a slave to these black men. Whatever they told him to do, he did. He couldn't help himself and he loathed himself for doing it, all the more because it turned him on.

After that semester, Jason thought it was over. His new roommate, Malik, was also black, a quarterback. Jason lusted after Malik, but tried to put the past behind him. He didn't want to be a faggot, a slave to niggers, even though the memory of his semester with Kershaw haunted him and kept his cock hard. He hoped it was all over until two weeks into the new school year, when there was a knock at his door. It was Kershaw, Tyrese, and Malcom.

"Hey, bro," said Kershaw to Malik, ignoring Jason altogether. "You lucked out gettin this whiteboy for a roomie!"

Kershaw and his boys told Malik everything! So, Jason was in for another semester of hell and pleasure. He never fucked a girl again. He tried a few times, but couldn't get it up. The only thing that turned Jason on was black cock and doing whatever he was told, the nastier and the more disgusting, the more he wanted to do it. Malik quickly discovered the fun of making a whiteboy stick his head in the toilet and paying for his meals, not to mention giving head.

After graduation, Jason started hanging out at gay bars and train stations, to satisfy his insatiable craving for dominant black men to use and abuse him. Eventually, Jason ended up in the hands of a gay black top, whose knowledge of torturing and manipulating whiteboys was extreme. Jason had his nipples pulled and twisted so brutally that they swelled up three times as big. He started referring to his asshole as a pussy. He not only accepted being a faggot, he understood what it meant to be a whiteboy in a black man's world: nothing more than a cock sucking pussy, a slave, a piece of shit!

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written by jeromeskorpio