Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 12:44:49 EDT
From: Percxyz@aol.com
Subject: Black Man's White Pussyboy 4

			Black Man's White Pussyboy

				 Chapter 4

				    by

			      Percxyz@aol.com


     It was three days later when my phone rang.  When I answered it, Jay's
voice sent a thrill of excitement through my body.  "Yo, whiteboy.  I got
me a new piece of furniture.  I need some help getting into my place.
Figured, you know, since you're the landlord and all, you could help me
move it in."

     "Um, well, sure Jay.  When do you need me?"

     "In about thirty minutes whiteboy.  Get your ass over here."

     I was working on my books, so I set them aside and grabbed my car
keys.  It was across town to Jay's place, so I got under way.  In about
fifteen minutes, I had pulled up in front of his apartment.  There was a
pickup truck parked in front with a long, low chest of drawers sitting next
to a large mirror in the back.  I walked up to Jay's place and knocked on
the door.  He answered, shirtless.  I felt my body reacting on its own, my
cock starting to stiffen in my jeans.

     "Hey, whiteboy.  Let's get downstairs and haul that mother up here.
It should be easy between the two of us."  Jay put a hand on the center of
my chest and pushed past me.  It felt like an electric shock through my
t-shirt where he touched me and I turned, following him down the hall and
the steps.  I admired the broad shoulders which tapered down to his tight
waist and the muscles which flexed in his back as he walked.  His ebony
skin shone in the sunlight as we stepped outside.  He untied the straps
holding the chest in place and grabbed one end.  He pulled it towards him,
backing up as he did so.  I admired his bunched biceps and the cords which
stood out in his neck as he took up the weight of the piece.  When the
other end of the long chest slid to the end of the tailgate, I grabbed it
and together we hauled it up the steps and into Jay's bedroom.  We set it
down with the drawers against the bed and returned to the truck for the
mirror which attached to the back of it.  Back in the bedroom, I helped Jay
secure the long mirror to the chest of drawers.  The whole piece was about
six feet long and three feet high.  The mirror added another three feet or
so.  When it was assembled, I moved to one end and lifted it, ready to help
him push it away from the bed and up against the wall.  Jay stopped me.

     "Leave it where it is, whiteboy.  For now at least."  I was confused,
but used to obeying Jay's commands so I let the end of the dresser back
down to the floor.  "You look pretty good with your muscles all pumped up
like that, whiteboy."  I noticed then that the outline of his cock was
clearly visible in the sweats he was wearing.  Jay saw where my gaze had
settled and let his right hand drop to his crotch, massaging his hard cock
through the cotton material.  "It's obvious what you need, boy.  Why don't
you just strip while I go close the front door."  He turned and walked out
of the bedroom.

     I seemed to obey without even considering what he had told me to do or
even really thinking about it.  My shirt went first, then I kicked off my
shoes and socks.  My jeans and boxers hit the floor and I stepped out of
them.  I heard the door click shut from the other room and waited, naked,
for him to return.  Jay stepped into the bedroom and grinned when he saw me
naked and hard.

     "You are learning, whiteboy.  You're doing better at following orders
and I like that."  As he talked, he began to strip off his sweatpants.  He
was wearing jockeys underneath and the white material bulged from the
pressure of his hard cock trying to get free.  My eyes traveled up and down
his body, taking in his toned, muscular form and his sexy grin.  I realized
that I was incredibly turned on by the sight of his nearly naked, very dark
body.  Turned on almost as much as the bodies of the girls I had fucked
over the years.  Of course, there was no comparison.  Jay's body was hard
an muscular where the girls were soft and yielding.  Jay turned to close
the bedroom door and I saw him in profile.  The curve his back from his
broad shoulders, down to the small of his back before the outward curve of
his muscled butt had my cock throbbing.  The bulge of his biceps and the
slabs of muscle on his chest and abs were also very sexy.  That, combined
with his dark chocolate skin made him a sight of potent masculine virility.

     Then Jay stripped off his shorts and my eyes went straight to his long
black cock which snapped up against the muscles in his tight abdomen.  I
was seeing it from the side and it looked big - too big to ever take in my
mouth or ass, but I knew better from experience.  I felt my mouth water as
I stared at it, remembering all the things that Jay had done to me with
that throbbing piece of his body.  As he turned to me, I could see a shiny
spot on the head where some lube was already forming.  I knew what that
tasted like, but wanted to taste it again.  I had little doubt that soon I
would be.

     Jay stepped up to me, surprising me.  Normally, he had me get on my
knees and crawl to him. He further surprised me by grabbing me by the hair
on the back of my head.  With his strong grip he pulled my head to the back
and to the right so that my face was at an angle.  His mouth covered mine
and I felt his tongue trace along my lips.  I meekly let them open and his
tongue slid inside my mouth in the way I had kissed so many girls in the
past.  I let his tongue probe in my mouth, exploring it the way his cock
had done previously, though not nearly so deeply.  Jay's other hand moved
along my abs, running lightly over them.  His fingers tickled the hairs
that ran in a line down from my navel to my pubes.  Jay's hand moved up
higher until his fingers found my right nipple.  He squeezed it gently at
first and I moaned into his mouth.

     The black stud's fingers traveled to my left nipple and squeezed it,
eliciting another moan.  As Jay's hand worked over my chest, his hard cock
slapped against mine in some kind of erotic sword play.  The contact of our
bodies and my submission to his kissing was almost enough to make me cum.
Jay must have realized this because his gentle fingers suddenly clamped
down hard on my nipple, pinching it painfully.  I groaned in pain, but it
was mixed with pleasure.  Jay broke the kiss and watched my face intently
as he twisted my nipple roughly.  It was clear that he was enjoying the
expressions of pain and pleasure that he was creating on my face.  He
grinned at me and then pushed my head down.  I licked at his neck and then
at the ridge of his collars bone before my mouth was on his chest.  As Jay
continued to twist and pinch my left nipple, my lips found his dark nipple
on the top of his thick slab of muscle and I began to lick and suck on it.
I felt it grow hard under my lips.  Jay dragged my mouth across his chest,
burying my face in the valley between his pecs for a minute.  My tongue
lapped up the beads of sweat that had formed from the exertion of moving
the furniture and the sexual excitement and teased a few hairs that grew
there.

     Jay dragged my face further until I was sucking on his right nipple.
Soon it was hard too.  Being bent over by this dominant black stud had
separated our cocks but we were both still rock hard.  Slowly, almost
gently, Jay pushed on the back of my head.  I let him put me on my knees,
mouth now level with his thick black cock.  I looked up at him.  He was
staring down, watching me.  I opened my lips, our eyes still locked
together, and let him slide his manhood into my mouth.  Jay's eyes
fluttered closed and he sighed in pleasure.  I watched as his chest filled
and expanded as he took a deep breath, admiring the muscles which stood out
in relief as he filled his lungs.  Without any urging or force from Jay, I
pushed my head forward, letting his cock stretch open my throat and plunge
deep into me.

     Somewhere in my mind I noted that I was now taking this black buck's
cock more than willingly, but when he moaned with pleasure, I forgot about
everything except making him feel good.  I moved my head forward and back,
taking the length of his cock into my throat, then pulling back until I
could use my tongue on his cockhead.  His salty lube covered my tongue as I
lapped it up.  Briefly again I thought of myself on my knees letting this
young black man fuck my face as my own hard cock throbbed between my legs.
Jay seemed to grow bored with my mouth action and grabbed my head with both
hands.  Holding me tightly in place, he jackhammered his cock into my
mouth.  His balls only bounced against my chin for a few thrusts.  I
grabbed my cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts.  Soon, his balls
drew up and soon Jay's body twitched and shuddered as he pumped his cum
down my throat with a long, low moan.  As he came, I shot my own load onto
the floor between his spread legs, moaning around his cock as I did it.

     Jay pulled out of my mouth and stepped back.  His cock glistened with
my spit.  He looked down at me with a smirk on his face.  His eyes dropped
to the puddle of my cum on the floor then raised back up to my eyes.
"Guess you got off on being my cocksucker again, huh, whiteboy."

     I felt myself blush in embarrassment and humiliation.  Even though I
had sucked Jay before and been fucked by him, in the moments after shooting
my own load, the reality of what I was doing and what Jay was doing to me
sank into my mind.  I had just let this muscled black stud shoot his sperm
down my throat!  My cock wilted some from my own orgasm and the
embarrassment.  Jay gave me no chance to think or react.  He grabbed my by
the hair and pulled me up onto the bed.  He arranged me on my hands and
knees, looking at the mirror we had just put on the dresser.  It was only a
few feet from the edge of the bed where my head was as the dresser was
still pushed up against the bed.

     "I want you to be able to watch yourself when I mount you like a dog
and fuck your brains out, whiteboy.  I want you to see yourself in the
mirror on your hands and knees and see me behind you, on top of you, inside
you - using your hole, cumming up your tight little ass.  I want you to
watch me fuck you like a dog whether you want me to or not!"  Jay climbed
onto the bed behind me.  In the mirror, he seemed enormous, looming over me
from behind.  His black skin glistened with sweat, making his chest shine.

     Jay wasted no time.  I felt the thick, blunt head of his cock against
my hole.  I watched as Jay ran his hands possessively over my body, feeling
along my sides then sliding under to pinch my nipples again.  I realized
that my cock was rock hard again.

     "Look at me, whiteboy!"  I had dropped my head to stare at the sheet
beneath me on the bed, but raised my eyes until they met his in the mirror.
As our gaze met, Jay slid his cock into me in a brutal thrust, knocking my
breath out of me with the sudden penetration.  I could feel my eyes widen
along with my hole as Jay took me again as his pussyboy.  I glanced into
the mirror and could see my wide eyes staring back at me.  My face was a
mix of pain and pleasure and something else.  I couldn't identify it until
I looked at Jay's face again.  On it was the look of a conqueror, a
dominant male taking what he wanted.  A look of superiority as he fucked
another male up the ass to satisfy his sexual desires.

     Jay's dark face shone with sweat, determination and dominance.  My
face reflected a defeated submission and acceptance of my role as the white
pussyboy to be used for the satisfaction of his sexual desires.  I was a
male.  I had fucked women.  But I had been put on my hands and knees and
was being roughly fucked up the ass by this dominant young black stud.  The
sight I saw in the mirror was almost obscene.  I was mounted by this black
stud, full of his cock, but I could see my own cock, rock hard, bouncing
beneath me as Jay began to hump me.  I groaned in pleasure as his thick
shaft brutally rammed against my prostate and moved deeper into me.

     Jay hauled his cock back out of me, making me moan with the sensation
of his cock leaving me empty and the friction as my hole tried to keep him
inside.  I let out a yelp when he immediately rammed back in until I could
feel his pubes scratching my ass.  Jay fucked me like that for a few
minutes, running his cock in and out of me with brutal force and I heard
myself whimper a few times when stuffed full of his throbbing, black
manhood..  Then he slid his hands forward and reached back under my chest,
pulling me upright onto my knees, his cock still buried up inside me.  I
watched his forearms cross over my chest and his fingers pinch my nipples
again.  I saw in the mirror as my whole body jerked upward and forward with
each thrust of his cock into me.

     "That's it whiteboy.  Take my big black dick up your tight little
hole.  Look at yourself!  Look at you in the mirror, mounted by another
man, taking cock up the ass and your own cock leaking lube like you were
the one doing the fucking!  You are nothing but a total cock whore,
whiteboy.  You got off on sucking the cum outta my balls and you get off on
my fucking your tight little white boypussy.  You fucking love it!  You
suck loads of my cum down your throat and then let me ram my cock where no
self respecting real man would ever allow."  He emphasized this with a
particularly rough thrust forward.  Jay pushed me forward until I was back
on my hands and knees.  I watched in the mirror as he lowered himself onto
my back, his chest on my back and his cheek next to mine. I could feel his
beard stubble rub against my face.

     "Yeah, whiteboy," he whispered into my ear.  I watched his mouth move
in the mirror as he spoke.  "Give it up to me.  Give me your hole.  Oh,
fuck yeah, take my fat black cock, pussyboy.  Take it up your hot little
hole.  Squeeze it, pussyboy!  Clamp down on my cock!"  I obeyed, milking
his cock with the muscles of my abused ass as he humped me.  In the mirror,
I watched him watching me and could also see, past our heads, where his ass
rose and fell with each thrust into me.  Our bodies rocked forward each
time he hammered his cock deep up inside me.

     "Look at yourself, pussyboy.  Look at you taking big black dick up the
ass.  You got a black man laying on your back and fucking your brains out.
Fucking hot sight, isn't it?  Little white pussyboy taking the big cock of
a real man.  A real black man who knows what to do with a man's cock.
Yeah, bitch.  Take it. Take it hard!"  His thrusting was brutal and my arms
were straining to hold us both up under the onslaught and our combined
weight as he let himself settle fully onto my back.  I watched the muscles
in my own arms bunching and flexing as I worked to support us as he humped
me.  I could see the veins in my forearms standing out under the skin as I
bore our weight and worked to steady us.  It felt like his cock, lubed only
with my spit was pulling my guts out each time he withdrew and I watched
pain and pleasure alternate on my face again and again.  Of course, the
look of conquest remained on Jay's face and the look of submission remained
on my own through it all.

     Jay was clearly enjoying watching me as I watched myself get fucked.
The mixed emotions on my face, the sight of my body moving in time with
his, seemed to be heightening his pleasure.  Jay's thrusts had pushed me
forward, until my hands were now on the dresser rather than the bed.  The
bed was squeaking in time with Jay's fucking and now the mirror began to
shake as well.  I watched as Jay threw his head back and let out a roar of
pure bliss.  He rammed deep inside me and held his cock there.  All of the
muscles in his body flexed as his cum spurted from his cock to fill me.
Jay's head fell forward and I felt his teeth clamp onto the back of my neck
as he growled out his orgasm.  Even though I knew it would leave a mark, I
didn't protest, simply accepting this further evidence of this black man's
dominance over me.

     I watched as Jay's body relaxed slowly on mine.  I could feel his
sweat dripping onto me as his breathing slowly returned to normal.  Jay's
cock was still up inside me but only softened part way.  Still I watched as
he raised his head and looked at me in the mirror.  He flashed me a grin of
superiority and flexed some muscles, making his cock twitch inside me.  He
smirked as I moaned from the stimulation.  Finally, he slowly pulled out of
me.  Jay grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to the side, flipping me
onto my back on the bed.  I watched as he climbed up my body, straddling my
chest with his knees.  He aimed his cock between my lips and I obediently
took his thick black head and shaft into me again.  As I sucked him clean,
he leaned over to the side and picked up the phone.  I kept sucking as he
dialed.

     "Yo, man, it's Jay.  Come on over.  Yeah.  In the bedroom.  Just come
on in.  Front door's not locked.  You bet he is.  He'd say hi, but he's got
his mouth full."  Jay laughed.  I stared up at him in shock, but unable to
protest his inviting someone over while my mouth was full of his cock.  I
wondered if it was that guy, Bobby, who had been on the phone the other
day.  The thought of another young black stud making me service his cock
was exciting.  But then I realized it could just as easily be anyone, even
Todd.  Jay just kept his cock in my mouth as he hung up the phone.  He
looked down at me.

     "I decided I should be nice and share my toys," he said.

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Author's Note: Thanks to all who have written.  There was enough interest
for me to continue this story.  Please let me know if you would like to
read more about Jay's adventures.