Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2023 00:24:06 -0500 From: Evan Williams Subject: Black Boys Seeking Enlightenment Black Boys Seeking Enlightenment This story is a work of erotic fiction strictly for entertainment purposes and is not intended to be read by inappropriate audiences. Anyone offended by racially loaded same-sex erotic fiction based on teenage memories should find other entertainment. Please send all feedback to Evan Williams, classic14rider@gmail.com. Teaching in a private all-boys boarding school for black students to allow them to advance in the world can be full of surprises and challenges. You never know what to expect from the boys, especially since they are obsessed with the eroticism of masculine power. Male dominance and submission easily arouse black boys. This is true whether they play the role of the one who dominates or the one who submits. Their history and their heritage has prepared them to play both roles very well. The fact is, black boys in my school are always horny no matter what you do. During history class, I show them pictures to help them realize the horrors of slavery. I show them pictures of naked black bodies being tied to posts while their masters whip them. Instead of being sad or getting angry, these boys get erections and start playing with themselves under their pants. This shit actually arouses them. When I check on them before "lights out" at night, I catch them masturbating alone in their rooms, the their bedsheets tossed to the side and their smooth young bodies in full view, pumping copious amounts of semen on their bellies and chests. When I open the door and catch them like this, the rush to cover themselves up, but it is too late. The fact that they are unable to prevent their dicks from getting hard over the smallest things seems to cause them great frustration and anxiety. I really feel sorry them. It must be very frustrating to walk around all the time with heavy teenage balls and a big black cock that can't wait for the next chance to soak their pajamas or undershorts with fresh-smelling boy cum. I try not to embarrass these horny young black boys so I pretend not to see their frequent involuntary erections during class. After all, it isn't their fault that their young black cocks get hard without warning. The most compassionate thing to do in such situations is to turn your head the other way. The last thing I want is for black boys to feel embarrassed about their irrepressable budding manhood. In our school, we get black boys from every social and economic background. The ghetto boys are hot and dangerous. They come from neighborhoods where the norms of polite society do not apply. They have no boundaries and do whatever their hot, young bodies tell them to do at that moment. They will fuck old men, young men, women and girls. It doesn't matter, so long as their ghetto cocks are satisfied. Unfortunately, they are also unpredictable and irresponsible. They live in a world without rules. They have lured many inexperienced teachers into giving them blow jobs only to turn on those teachers and report them, or physically abuse them, when the teacher did something they didn't like. They are sexually adventurous but they are also unreliable. Working class black boys, on the other hand, are more solid and predictable. They have been taught good manners and to obey their elders. They always say "Yes Ma'am," and "Yes sir." If you tell them to strip naked and let you suck their cock, or you order them to kneel and suck your white manhood, they have been trained to obey. They are good that way. The only problem is, they come from conservative backgrounds and this makes them feel guilty about sexual activities they indulged in a few hours earlier. They want to respect the social taboos that ghetto boys, in contrast, freely ignore. Working class black boys, while obedient like slaves, are also very inhibited. Nonetheless, they give great head and allow older white men to have complete access to their naked, young, black bodies. Finally, you have the middle class black boys and boys with parents who are professionals. Because of their education, they don't believe in sexual taboos. They are willing to try anything. In this way, they resemble black ghetto boys, but without the dangers. They are curious and ask a lot of questions. They have to try everything out for themselves. They also appreciate the benefits of learning from older white men. This is something you don't always find in working class and ghetto black boys. Middle class black boys live in a world of social order, where a black man is expected to get down on his knees and sucks a white man's cock. They appreciate that world of social order and are willing to act out these passions themselves. Many smart, intelligent black boys find themselves on their knees with their lips and cheeks coated with and older white man's cum. It makes them feel secure. They also suck white boys' dicks, even boys who are several years younger than they are. They value the taste of semen from a white male's cock. The intelligent black boy wants to confirm in practice what he knows in his mind is true. Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised when one of these smart black boys came to my office late at night while I was working on the next day's lesson plan. I was startled to see the boy, "What are you doing here so late at night, Jamal?" The black boy looked at his feet and mumbled, "You was talking about religion in class today and I thought maybe you can teach me about enlightenment." I leaned back in my chair, "Enlightenment, you say? You mean you want me to help you to bring light into your dark body?" I intended this as a joke but the boy stared harder at the floor and without cracking a smile mumbled in an even lower voice, "Yeah. Something like that." I started getting curious. "And how do you propose that I do that?" Boys in our school pick up on the words and phrases their teachers use and quickly include them in their next sentence. He grimaced. "I propose you can do it by sticking your big, white daddy cock in my black body until I feel your warm cum inside of me." Despite his brown face, I could see that he was blushing, I froze. I wasn't sure I heard the boy right. Did he just say what I thought I heard him say? "Jamal, do you mean you want me to fuck your smooth black ass till I cum inside your hole so you can gain enlightenment?" The boy looked up at me with wide eyes and a panic-stricken face. He said quickly, "No, not my ass. It will be too tight in there." Had I misunderstood him? He continued, "I've never been fucked in my ass before. I prefer you fuck me in my mouth." I had to give him credit. His grammatical skills were improving. "You mean you want to wrap your big, black jungle lips around my hard white cock and make me happy? For what purpose? What do you think will happen?" I like to encourage my students to think things through. The boy stammered and shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno. I guess you would cum in my mouth and I would have to swallow it." The boy was a genius. He was getting the connection between cause and effect. I paused and held my chin between my fingers, reflecting on the situation. "So, I should make you suck my cock, and cum in your mouth so that you can achieve enlightenment?" He nodded and seemed relieved that he had finally gotten the words out, "Yes, something like that." I looked intently at him, "Boy, what exactly do you think enlightenment is?" He thought for a moment, his smooth brown face was the very image of youthful contemplation. "Enlightenment is..." he slowly began, "when light enters the darkness and dispells ignorance and chaos." I had to be impressed. I couldn't have said it better myself. The boy knew what he needed. He added, "I want you to enlighten and civilize me. I want you to stick your cock in my mouth and dispel my ignorance and chaos. I want you to make me more like you." My heart grew warm with compassion. You had to love a boy like this. You had to love a young man who wanted to better himself and acquire many of the things the rest of us take for granted. I knew I had to allow the black boy to suck my cock for his own benefit. Of course enlightening such a young man would not be without its benefits for me. After all, a brown-skinned youth with so much energy and vitality couldn't help but to feel good when his smooth, young body was pressed against mine in the bed. If Jamal was going to learn about enlightenment, he would have to be willing to obey his master and make himself vulnerable. "Strip off all your clothes," I said. The boy obediently stripped off all his clothes. This was a good sign. He stood as a naked specimen of youthful dark manhood. I allowed myself to inspect every crevice of his exposed body. The boy was beautiful in his willingness to take orders. I was beginning to like this game. I unfastened my trousers and said, "Give me head." The black boy bent over to suck my cock, but he couldn't keep his balance. It didn't take him long to fall to his knees so that his body would be steadier. "That's it black boy, kneel in front of me while you're sucking that big white cock." I had full control over his strong, shapely young body. When I wanted him to stand so that I could suck his black slave cock, he stood naked right in front of me and let me do it. I ran my hands all over his smooth, young, tight arms, legs, and buttocks. It was like having my own, personal slave to use as I wanted. He was mine. I freely used his nakedness to entertain myself. I made him indulge my fantasies. This is what nappy-headed black slave boys are for. While on his knees he looked up and said, "You should call me `nigger.'" I was stunned, "Why would you want me to call you that?" He said, "Because that's what you would call me if you were really my master." I said, "I'm not comfortable with that word." He pouted, "But it will get me off and it might get you off too." I shook my head, "No, that word is off-limits for me." He glared at me, "If you don't call me `nigger' while you're making me suck your cock then you're a racist." I couldn't follow his logic, but I knew from experience that black boys always called their white teachers "racists" if they didn't allow the boy to have his. It's what young people do. They find a word that will intimidate adults and threaten them with it to get whatever they want. It works like a charm. Impatiently, angrily, and in frustration I said, "Okay, suck my cock you nasty, black Nigger" In my anger and frustration, I actually meant it. Instantly, I felt a rush of euphoria. Apparently, so did he. My dick became sensitive to the touch of his nigger lips as they rubbed them up and down the length of my shaft. He grasped my thighs until they hurt and thrust his face into my loins as if to take every inch of my white cock down his throat. His young black penis throbbed rigidly at attention like a guard at Buckingham Palace. I had no idea what came over us, neither did he. Whatever it was, the ugly words that came from my mouth sparked a frenzy of sexual passion. I said it again, "suck my cock, you nasty black nigger." Looking at the nappy-headed little slave boy on his knees, servicing my mature white cock shot fire through my body. He was my personal nigger slave. My heart felt like it would explode with ecstasy. It felt right. His black dick was iron hard. I had never seen a little black boy aroused like that before. In his passion, his young lips felt tight on my cock. I grabbed his nappy head and pushed down on it. He wanted this, he needed it. He needed to be violated and broken in mentally and emotionally just as he needed to be violated and broken in physically. It tore down the barrier between us. He sucked with reckless abandon. We entered a frenzy of passion. I felt as though nothing was off limits to us now. We were no longer walking on egg shells, gingerly watching our words. We held nothing back. It was freeing for both of us. I grabbed his dick and said, "I own your nigger cock and balls. I own your whole black body." He nodded in aroused acceptance that a white man controlled him and let out a deep moan. We were both suddenly free. My cock erupted in violent thrusts as I shot pulsating jets of cum down the black boy's throat. He swallowed each wave of cum that landed in his mouth. A look of disgust crossed his face. His humiliation was sinking in. But with his growing awareness of his utter humiliation, his young black cock fired off jets of cum of its own. Humiliation at the hands of an "old white man" gave him a burst of excited energy. His humiliation led to orgasms, both mine and his. His brown chest swelled with pride at having broken a social taboo. Both of us were becoming enlightened.