Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2011 22:56:32 -0400 From: Evan Williams Subject: Working with Black Boys 8 This is a work of erotic fiction. It is not to be read by minors. It may include sexual acts between teenagers and it may have some offensive language. If this type of erotic fiction disturbs you, or if you find that you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story. ************************************* The year was 1811. It was a hot August afternoon in antebellum Kentucky, where there were plenty of slaves a quite a few lucky slave owners. Michael, the son of one such owner, sat on a stool in his favorite hiding place, peering through a large crack in the wooden wall. He watched as his father was sprawled on his back on his king sized bed while one of his black slave women sucked on his cock, bringing her master toward orgasm. The horny teenage boy watching his dad being serviced by this black slave woman blushed as he stroked his stiff white cock. His long, brunette locks brushed back and forth against his rosy cheeks as he jerked himself with impatient adolescent vigor. "Wow, look at that black slut going to work on my daddy's cock. That sure looks like it feels good." Suddenly Michael's dad lifted his girth off of the bed, clutched the slave woman's head, and pumped furiously with orgasmic pleasure into the black woman's mouth. The lean teenager found himself firing off his own load of hot jism against the wooden wall that he was hiding behind, leaving streams of cum stains as a token of the entertainment. As Michael was finally getting up to leave he realized that the scene had been so hot that he was determined to find a way that he could experience the same sensations, first hand, that he had just watched his father having. But how could he do it? All of the slave women in the household were grown. He knew that some of his teenage buddies fucked their dad's adult black slaves, but Michael felt awkward about the idea of forcing a nigger woman in his household to do that kind of work. It was not as though the boy was completely innocent when it came to taking sexual advantage of the slaves. Ever since he was 13, instead of insisting that the women stop bathing him, as most of his young peers did, he took special pleasure in having the slave women continue to wash his body, from head to toe. He enjoyed watching the uncomfortable colored women as their hands scrubbed over his smooth preadolescent arms, legs, chest, nut sac, and ass crack. By the time they got around to washing his cock he was, to their absolute embarrassment and horror, sporting a fully throbbing hard-on, but they had to wash it. The colored women closed their eyes tightly and stroked their young master's cock to get it clean. He insisted that they keep scrubbing it to make sure it was thoroughly washed, eventually bringing the lad to orgasm, as he splattered cum all over the young women's arms and faces. But the thought of having them actually bend down and suck on his teenage cock seemed like something that even he would have difficulty making them do. Then the thought occurred to him, why not have Rastus do it? Rastus was Michael's personal black slave who was given to him as a gift when Michael turned 12 years old. Rastus was Michael's age. Michael's father gave him this gift so that he would learn, early in life, how manage and care for slaves. Michael often had Rastus go on errands for him, polish his shoes, clean his room, and wash his pajamas whenever they were soaked with cum after an unexpected wet dream. The black boy carried out all of these tasks without complaint, demonstrating reliability and loyalty, which Michael appreciated. But Michael was not always the model of rectitude in responsibility when it came to managing his slave. As the boys grew older, for example, Michael and his other buddies – who also were sons of slave owners – became naturally curious about sexuality and constantly exchanged lewd jokes with each other. In a heightened moment of teenage sexual frustration and curiosity Michael would have Rastus entertain the other boys by stripping naked and humping on a hollowed out watermelon while they laughed uncontrollably. "That nigger sure does love his watermelon," the boys giggled as the embarrassed black teenager crouched on top of his favorite fruit with his stiff cock thrusting inside of a hole that had been cut into the back of the melon. It was all innocent teenage fun and it helped the boys to unwind and cope with their budding sexual curiosity. So, it seemed only natural that if Michael wanted to find out what it felt like to have a pair of thick, warm nigger lips on his cock he should turn to Rastus to do it. Michael called the boy into his quarters. The unsuspecting black slave stood in front of him. "Rastus." "Yessum master?" "I want you to do a favor for me." "Yessum master?" "I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock." Rastus looked bewildered. He hadn't counted on having this added to his list of chores. He had wiped Michael's ass after the boy took a shit, and cleaned the cum stains off of the boy's bed sheets after the boy ejaculated from masturbation – but he never thought he would be asked to suck on his young white master's cock. "You mean you wants me to stick yo penis in mah mouf?" The black boy asked incredulously. "Yeah. Why not? I seen your mom do it to my dad. Why shouldn't you do it for me?" The black boy looked genuinely scared, "But I aint never had a penis in mah mouf before..." Michael laughed and touched the black boy's arm reassuringly, "Yeah, well neither have I, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there?" The black boy looked around the room doubtfully, "Yessum, I reckon so..." Michael pulled on the boy's arm, drawing him to his knees. "Now why don't you be a good little nigger and do what your master tells you to, and suck on my cock, okay?" The black slave looked down at the floor and answered in a low voice, "Yessum." Michael unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side of bed, sitting bare chested in front of the embarrassed slave boy. Then he undid his trousers and tugged them off, followed by his underwear, so that he was completely naked in front of his young black slave. Rastus eyed his master's smooth body; its flawless whiteness had the innocence and purity of angels as far as Rastus was concerned. A soft breeze, smelling of fresh lavender, whisked through the open window and seemed to surround the naked white boy. Rastus stared at the white boy's body and suddenly overcame his reluctance. His nigger cock got hard as he began to long to bury his face between his young white master's thighs and feel the boy's throbbing hard manhood sliding between his thick black lips and resting on his tongue. The black slave was mesmerized by the white boy's beauty. Before he knew what he was doing his face was buried in the boy's pubes and he was slurping on his young master's cock like it was a fried chicken wing. Michael looked down in amazement at the black slave bobbing on his cock and whispered, "Suck it." Rastus' nappy head dutifully bobbed up and down as he serviced the horny white teenager, encouraged by the boy's whispered command. Michael said it again, "Suck it." Rastus sucked on the throbbing hot stick of flesh in his mouth, coaxing it toward orgasm with his tongue, licking the underside of the white boy's shaft. Michael moaned, "Oh yeah, that's right – suck it like that. I bet you suck even better than your mama does." Rastus sucked the white boy all the harder, twirling the boy's thick cock around in his mouth with his tongue – licking up and down the full length of his shaft – tasting his young master's pre-cum as it oozed from the slit at the top of the boy's cock. Michael grabbed the black slave's head and pumped it up and down on his needy teen cock, "Yeah, that's the way to do it. Suck it, boy – suck it." Michael was forcing the black boy's face up and down on his horny adolescent pole so vigorously that Rastus had to grab his master's thighs to steady himself. He felt the warmth of the white boy's body against the sides of his face and he breathed in the boy's fresh, clean smell. This aroused the black slave so much that he now wanted the white boy's seed inside of him. He sucked harder on his horny white master's cock, coaxing the cum out of the boy's testicles, longing to feel pulsating warm splashes of the white boy's semen coating his mouth and hitting the back of his black slave throat. "Suck it. Suck it." Rastus tightened his grip on the boy's cock with his lips. He sucked on his white master's throbbing member as if he were a baby nursing at his mother's breast. He felt the shaft of the teenager's hard cock twitch in his mouth several times as his young white master let out a high pitched sigh of sheer ecstasy. Then it happened. Rastus was rewarded for his efforts. His master's hard cock erupted in several bursts of orgasmic pleasure. He held the black slave's head tight while he flood the boy's mouth with load after load of thick, fresh-tasting cum. Michael's slimy, youthful, manly elixir oozed down the black boy's throat and into the depths of his body, filling him with joy unlike that he had ever known. Michael held onto the black boy's head and continued to fill the boy's mouth and his throat with his youthful cum juices, making the black boy the happiest slave alive. Rastus slurped it all down with satisfaction, still keeping his lips firmly wrapped around the white boy's cock. Michael continued to pump his load into the boy's mouth until his body was completely drained. He fell back onto his bed and drifted off to sleep, while his black slave sat at his feet, stroking his nigger cock while savoring the taste of the white boy's semen in his mouth. *********** The next day Rastus was an even more attentive and efficient slave than usual. He swept his young master's room and polished his furniture without even having to be asked. He eagerly washed the white boy's clothes, taking special care to scrub the shit stains from the boy's underwear and sniff his pajama bottoms and socks to make sure they smelled fresh and clean. He even took time to sniff the boy's underwear, pajama bottoms and socks before they were washed and pre-treated cum and shit stains with his tongue to make sure all the stains were completely removed. If Rastus had been a good slave before, he was an even better slave now. Even the adults noticed his eagerness to serve Michael and his loyalty and dedication to his young white master. Michael's father couldn't figure out what got over the boy, or how his young son learned how to manage his black slave so well, but he liked what he saw and he was convinced that his boy would have no problem owning and managing more slaves as he got older. When asked where he had learned his obviously successful methods as a young slave owner, Michael coyly sat back and smiled, "Gosh, I learned them all from watching you, Dad." This made his old man proud, but he would never guess that the greatest lessons came when the boy spied on him from behind the wall, as his dad enjoyed the services of the slave women in the household.