Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2024 02:46:59 -0500 From: Evan Williams Subject: The Hidden Side Part Three The Hidden Side Part Three 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 across generations and based on teenage memories should find other entertainment. Please support Nifty, which survives through donations to the site. Send all feedback to Evan Williams, classic14rider@gmail.com. The Hidden Side Part Three: The Accidental Racist Professor Riker spent twenty minutes on his knees worshipping black boys' testicles. He wasn't sure why. He went to the locker room to change into his swimsuit, but there were ten naked black boys there getting ready for a basketball game. Riker tried not to be noticed, but how does a fully-clothed, white, middle-aged man go unnoticed in a room full of muscular, naked, sweaty twenty-year-old black boys? Paralyzed by their dark bodies, he dropped his car keys. When he bent down to get them and glanced up, he stared at a pair of hairy, dark testicles. Not knowing what to do, he stuck out his tongue and licked them. They tasted of Negro funk and sexual sweat. The black boy jumped, "Hey. This motherfucker just licked my nutts." Riker heard a jumble of bass voices closing in on him. He was surrounded by big, thick black cocks. The voices said things like, "Motherfuckin' faggot," "old-assed white motherfucker," and "old damn freak." They closed on him, making a wall of dark flesh and the pungent smell of unwashed public bushes. Riker stammered, "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to..." But the black boy squealed again as if he hadn't been heard the first time, "This motherfucker just licked my balls." Another deep voice broke through the darkness. "We can't have no faggots in here lickin' niggas' balls. It makes me uncomfortable." Another deep voice chimed in, "Yeah, me too. I feel violated." Someone grabbed Riker by the back of his head and forced his face into a pair of soft, smelly testicles, "Here faggot; you like to lick nutts? Lick mine." As soon as his face was smothered in the smell of the black boy's unwashed balls, Riker's dick got hard. He had to save his image; a respectable gentleman could not possibly enjoy being humiliated by a bunch of black locker room hoodlums. He cried out, "Oh my god, no. You're forcing this on me," as he took another swipe of the hairy black balls pressed against his face. "Oh my god, don't make me do this," he cried as savored the taste of the Negro's pungent balls on his tongue. His heart pounded as his nose and mouth were covered in masculine, black pubic sweat. Those big, black dicks that were once soft now stood straight up like a forest of trees. Riker gasped, "Oh god, a forest of nigger dicks." He knew he had made a mistake as soon as he said it. He heard a deep voice break through the `forest,' "What did this mother fucker just say?" Another grabbed him by the hair, "Oh yeah, white boy, you gotta pay for this. You gotta pay for bein' a faggot and a racist." He rammed a mouthful of black fuck meat down Riker's throat. All the poor man could taste was thick, hot nigger flesh. In a strange way, he thought, it tasted like comfort food. It was comforting to have a nigger's thick, hard cock in his mouth. He wanted to suck on it, not like a whore, but like a baby. He sucked on that black boy's cock like he was a nursing baby. The boy who had been angry about racism a few moments ago moaned; no intelligible words came from his mouth, only gasps and sighs of ecstasy. Finally, the boy was speaking English once again, between his sighs and gasps, "Of fuck. Oh yeah. Feels so fuckin' good. Feels so fuckin' good." The black boy pressed Riker's face firmly between his smooth, dark thighs. Riker sucked on the boy's cock as if he was an infant sucking the nipple of a baby bottle. The boy lost control, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Riker ran his tongue up and down the boy's shaft and then around the edge of his throbbing dark cock head. The boy shouted, "Damn." His body quivered. He bit his lip as his eyes rolled up in his head. The other boys said, "Tyrone, is you okay? Is you havin' a seizure? Is you havin' a heart attack?" They sounded genuinely concerned. Tyrone couldn't answer them. All he could do was make garbled gasping sounds and unintelligible erotic noises. The boy gasped and panted, "This motherfucker...this motherfucker is using his tongue. He's using his tongue on my dick, man. The motherfucker is using his tongue." Riker clutched the boy's smooth, muscle-toned thighs and abdomen. The curves of the boy's body made Riker weak. He would gladly be this boy's slave. But as the boy shook violently and cried in passionate ecstasy, Riker realized that he was the one who was in control. He controlled the boy's dark body with his tongue. Riker, the fully-clothed, white, middle age "faggot" had complete control over this horny, strong, black boy's body by keeping the boy in ecstasy. The boy sounded as though he was begging him. "Oh suck me, suck me, suck me." The other boys murmured amongst themselves, "That shit must be good. I want him to suck me next." Out of the corner of his eyes, Riker could see a flurry of hands stroking massive black cocks. As the boys stroked, he could hear one of their gruff voices say, "Yeah, suck that nigga's dick. Suck it good." A firm, manly hand pushed Riker's head up and down on the boy's cock as the spectator said, "Yeah, motherfuckin' faggot. Suck that nigga's cock." With one hand, the spectator pushed and pulled Riker's head without mercy; with the other, he stroked his fully engorged purple cock. Riker felt pulsing waves of cum working its way up the long, dark shaft of the boy's cock. It exploded in his mouth like waves of salt water. He swallowed the boy's cum and felt a jolt of energy. He took a deep breath of the boy's pubes as if savoring the smell of fine wine. Suddenly, thick, warm cum splattered against his face. It smelled like bleach or seafood. The thick, nigger cum splashing his face glued his eyes and mouth shut. It came from all directions, oozing down his face and soaking his hair. Riker felt a stab of shame and embarrassment. This was most unseemly. A middle age white man, on his knees on the locker room floor, smelled of nothing but young nigger cum. The boys laughed at their artwork. The young man, having spent his life force into Ricker's mouth, extracted his cock from Riker's lips. The young man regained his composure and ability to speak. He laughed self-consciously, "I guess we showed that white motherfucker who's in control here." The other boys agreed, armpits smelling of funk under smooth, brown, muscle-toned shoulders. They headed for the showers, too exhausted and sweaty to even think about playing a game of hoops. Riker overheard one of the boys say, with concern in his voice, "You think that motherfucker will tell?" Another boy answered, "Naw, he won't tell. If he do, we'll just say we did it because he was bein' a racist." As steam rose from the shower room and drifted where Riker was still kneeling on the locker room floor, he stuck out his tongue and licked a thick glob of black boy semen from his face. The taste of the boys' cum made his heart palpitate, and he became light-headed. It all happened so fast. What would he have to do to make it happen again?