Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2018 22:59:43 -0400
From: Mo Wap <mowapy@gmail.com>
Subject: Young Jim, chapter 1

Young Jim
Chapter One

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DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional and presents fantasy sex situations
involving incest, interracial and bareback sex. Fantasy is wonderful. Reality
bites hard as hell. Protect yourselves and each other out there.
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The quiet of the predawn gray was punctured by Jim's steady rhythm of grunts and
moans. He lay on the bed of straw nearly upside down; his lanky black legs
splayed beneath the pale arms of the plantation overseer.

The red-headed Irishman's fat white cock plunged up Jim's eager ebony asshole
again and again. Pleasure raged through the slave boy's nether regions. His long
black cock stood stiff as board and drooled a line of precum onto his chest. He
looked into the overseer's eyes as the man pounded him. The man's sweat dripped
onto his face and trickled down his ebony skin along with his own. The raging
fuck became erratic and violent. Jim gasped as the overseer roared and he felt
the gush of the man's cum up his rectum. He cooed to the sensation of liquid
warmth filling him until the man pulled out. Jim panted as he lay on the
straw-covered stone floor and watched the Irishman pull up his trousers.

After the man had left, Jim still felt the urge. He had not cum yet.

Everyone on the plantation called him Young Jim, as his father had been named
Jim by the plantation owner, Master William. Young Jim was a favorite on the
yard. Not only was he a gifted carpenter and craftsman but he was uninhibited
with his sexuality, even more so than many of the other men and boys. He seldom
refused a hard cock or a willing ass. It helped that he was a gorgeous seventeen
year old with smooth ebony skin, thick woolly hair and deep brown eyes. His body
was comely and well-built. His cock was large enough and his buttocks was round,
firm and high.

He pulled up his drawstring trousers and headed across the plantation yard to
the slave huts as the dawn light stretched long tickling fingers over the
rounded mounds of the hillocks dusted with trees. There was already activity in
the slave village down the hill from the work buildings as the slave folk began
their morning routines in preparation for work. Jim eschewed walking through
the village and made a beeline for the small stone and wood hut that he shared
with his father, located on the furthest outskirt of the slave village.

As he drew near the doorway, he heard the obvious sound of pleasured moans. He
crept closer and peeked inside. In the dim light of dawn, his father was bent
over the cot they shared, getting his hole plowed by Young William, the owner's
eighteen year old son. Young Jim felt his cock rise as he watched the young
plantation master's thick pale cock slide rhythmically in and out of his
father's slick ebony asshole. Big Jim was one of the last true Africans to
arrive on the plantation. Young Jim had all his good looks and his powerful
physique; though Young Jim's body was still in development. He also had
inherited his sire's primal hunger for man-sex, giving and receiving a good back
door plowing.

Young Jim stroked himself as his trousers bunched round his ankles. The visual
of Young William's pale hands gripping his father's waist as he used him was too
exciting for the virile slave boy to resist. He moaned in spite of himself, and
drew the attention of Young William.

The young master grinned and beckoned Young Jim to enter. Young Jim allowed
himself to be pulled close, the master slamming into his father's ass as he made
Young Jim kneel. He pulled his cock free and pressed the wet head to the slave
boy's lips. Young Jim immediately latched onto it and tasted his father's anal
juices. The young master gripped Young Jim by the hair and forced his face
between his father's ass-cheeks. Young Jim licked and sucked on his father's
anal lips, which were pouted from constant use. Big Jim looked back and moaned
as his son's tongue sunk into him.

Young William tore Young Jim away from his pleasure and shoved himself balls-
deep. Big Jim growled but his huge black cock remained solid and dribbling
precum as he took every thrust from the young master. Young Jim stood to the
side and enjoyed the display of his father's lust and desire, and that of the
young master. He was enthralled by the visual of the white master dominating his
father; the white man owning and using the black man for his pleasure. An
intense and wonderful pleasure, which Young Jim had experienced many times
himself but that never failed to get his cock hard.

Young William groaned. His thrusts became wild and heavy. He threw back his head
and moaned. Young Jim's cock jumped. Young William was beautiful in that moment:
his blond hair on fire in the streaming dawn's light; his blue eyes wide open as
his mouth, and his rosy nipples stiff along with his tensed pale body. Young Jim
too, reached the point of no return in that moment. He tweaked his nipple with
his free hand as he rapidly stroked his cock. He roared and spilled his milk
over the hut's stamped earth floor.

Finally, the young master inhaled and rested on Big Jim's broad back, panting
and glistening with sweat. He recovered his strength well enough and pulled on
his clothes. He grinned and gave Young Jim a smack on the buttocks then made his
exit. Young Jim was still in the dazed state after orgasm when his father pulled
him onto the cot. Young Jim straddled his father's lap; the big African erection
beneath his balls. He tasted his father's lips and felt the man's hands grope
and explore his round ass. His fingers found his boy's hole and sunk in.

"Still gettin' fucked by de oversee'a, boy?"

"Yes, suh. Love me dat big white cock, Pa."

"Good! I know ya do. Oversee'a moistened up ya hole all nice fo' me to fuck."

Young Jim got into position, bent over the cot as his father knelt. He moaned to
the sensation of Big Jim's tongue up his ass. If there were one thing that Young
Jim liked almost as much as getting his ass plowed, it was getting his hole
rimmed. It didn't happen near often enough for his like but his father knew how
to do it well.

Big Jim had told him of their tribal rites. The initiation, where boys went off
with the male elders into the bush for weeks on end. When the knife cut the
foreskin, stroking your own cock was impossible but the young warriors were
taught the way to release their virile energies by tonguing their companion's
assholes until their cocks shot their milk without being touched. The older men
also taught the initiate boys the pleasures of being fucked, as the grown men
had their own needs to fulfill, no longer in the warmth of their wives' tender
bosoms; out in the wild bush in the company of smooth comely teenaged boys with
eager holes and sexual energies desperate for release.

Young Jim's cock throbbed wildly at his father's touch. The warm rough hands on
his buttocks; the tongue up his ass, and his father's harsh breathing as he
slurped and sucked on his son's hole. Suddenly, the pleasure was gone but Young
Jim did not panic as he knew even greater pleasure was to come. As though
summoned by Young Jim's thoughts, Big Jim's cock kissed his asshole. Young Jim
cooed satisfaction at the easy entry of his father's huge black pole. He grunted
into the straw-stuffed mattress as his father's big hands gripped his waist and
his big cock plunged in and out of him. He grunted pleasure in the cool early
morning air as his father's balls smacked his own. His father's cock shoved
harder and faster and deeper. He grunted and moaned and panted. His own cock
jumped and leaked a string of precum. It poked out straight, heavy and hard as
solid rock, and in line with his horizontally extended torso.

His father gripped his shoulder and he yelped in pained pleasure from the deep
ass-shoveling. Big Jim worked his cock in good and deep; twisting and grinding
to get every inch of big African fuck-meat up his son's tight, hungry rectum.
Young Jim yelped again and again as his father plunged him deep and rough;
teaching him, yet again, what a real good man-fucking was all about. Young Jim
reached down and stroked his cock, faster and faster in time with his father's
eager plowing. Big Jim grunted and shook. He unleashed a primal warrior howl,
and Young Jim joined him in orgasm; spouting his initiate seed over their cot
as his father's seed flooded his guts and imbued him with the powerful hunger of
the lascivious ones among their ancestors.

Young Jim huffed into the mattress, his asshole sore and throbbing from the two
back-to-back ass plowings. He savored his father's muscled body on top of him,
and reveled in the stickiness of their mingled sweat. He sighed as Big Jim began
to snore softly. His father always fell asleep after their sessions, with his
big hard cock stuffed up Young Jim's hole more often than not. Young Jim
resigned himself to remaining a few hours beneath him. He nestled into the
mattress and joined his father in dreams; the man's huge cock up his ass as the
sounds of the day yet untold filled the air of the slave village.


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Young Jim awoke to the sensation of a warm male body on top of him. At first, he
thought his father was still asleep but he did not feel the pleasant fullness of
a cock up his ass. He opened his eyes and saw that it was nearly midday, from
the brightness of the sun outside. The man on top of him smelled different too.
A warm kiss along his neck; the sensation of a hard cock grinding between his
thighs gave him a clue. He rolled over and turned around.

"Whatchu doing he'a, Roosta?"

Rooster grinned. He was the handsome mulatto brick-maker; the son of Old William
the plantation master, and the brother of Young William. He was the same age as
Young Jim with a similarly well-muscled physique. His skin was a rich, deep
ochre and his raven curls contrasted his green eyes.

"I come to wake Big Jim to tend the ho'ses, seein' Massuh William wanna take his
boys out fo' a ride, an' I see you's asleep. Big Jim told me to wait till you
woke up."

"Ain't tell me why you on top my ass."

"I know how you is, Jim. I come to give you whatchu want," Rooster replied with
a smirk.

"Mmmm Hmmm," Young Jim cooed.

He took hold of Rooster's hard cock; a monster of a phallus that Young Jim had
desired for quite some time. He had tried to take it once when they were younger
but had been utterly unprepared for the task. However, after many more
experiences, including having been fucked countless times by his father's huge
African fuck-meat, he felt ready.

"You believe you can take all dis, Jim?"

Young Jim did not reply in words. He scooted down on the cot and took the dark-
pink head between his lips. He sucked on the head, using plenty of spit. Rooster
cooed satisfaction and kicked his bunched up trousers off his ankles. Young Jim
worked more of the monster cock toward his throat. He gagged with half the thing
in his mouth but was undeterred. He took a breath then swallowed.

"Bejezuz!" Rooster cried, shuddering. "Ain't nobody eva swallowed my cock!"

Young Jim ignored his friend's excitement and worked his throat on the monster
while he stroked his own big hard pole. The more he churned his throat on the
unworldly mulatto pole, the more his asshole twitched. Then Rooster's hand was
on his buttocks, and two fingers entered his wet hole.

"Yo' daddy been up dis ass, Jim. Gotchu all wet and ready fo' my monsta."

"Stop talkin' an' give it to me," Young Jim growled hungrily.

"Yes, suh, Mista Boss," Rooster teased.

Young Jim rolled onto his back and raised his legs. Rooster fit in his shoulders
under the bend of Young Jim's knees and aimed his cock-head at the eager ebony
hole. He pushed in, and both young men moaned. It was everything Young Jim had
imagined. He whimpered pleasure as his asshole stretched to accommodate the
girth as Rooster reached halfway in. Young Jim looked into the mulatto's green
eyes. Rooster leaned down and kissed him with those luscious pink lips as he
pushed further. Young Jim groaned into his mouth. His asshole was stretched to
capacity.

"I's all in, Jim," Rooster whispered between kisses.

Young Jim gasped as Rooster pumped in and out, slow and gentle. He was stuffed
as he had never been. He he had taken some huge cocks but nothing like Rooster's
monster. He whimpered into the mulatto's mouth as Rooster fucked him faster,
increasing his speed as Young Jim's asshole grew increasingly accustomed to his
size and length, and relaxed itself accordingly. Young Jim could feel his
well-tamed hole giving in to the pleasure of Rooster's cock. Pain eased to
discomfort, which gave way to pleasure. Young Jim howled. Rooster plunged in and
out; his monster slamming deep up Jim's rectum and into his colon. The painful
pleasure was the most intense Young Jim had ever experienced. He roared as
Rooster fucked violently and raggedly then growled into Young Jim's mouth as he
reached orgasm.

Young Jim shuddered and cooed from the sensation of Rooster's milk flooding him.
He felt intense discomfort then warmth as he realized Rooster had shot so much
cum that it was being forced out around the mulatto's embedded phallus. That,
however, was not the end. Rooster pinned Young Jim's knees down to the negro's
chest and resumed the vigorous deep-plowing. Young Jim's toes curled. His body
shuddered beyond his control and his big black cock jumped. Rooster pounded
pleasure through Young Jim's rectum until it was too much for the slave boy. He
howled as he spouted his milk over his ebony chest while Rooster continued the
deep-plowing. Young Jim's cum-slick rectum was too good for Rooster to resist
and he could not stop himself. He slammed deep until he reached his second
orgasm, pumping even more milk up Young Jim's bowels.

Young Jim sighed relief as the monster cock left his hole. He felt the stream of
warm cum flow from his open asshole. He pulled Rooster on top of him and they
kissed. He loved the taste of Rooster's tongue. He reached down and took hold of
the monster which had not yet gone soft. It raged back to life in his hand; iron
hard and eager for more action.

Young Jim rolled over onto his stomach and moaned as Rooster sunk his monster to
the hilt. Young Jim grunted into the mattress. His body jolted in pleasure with
every thrust as the mulatto boy's beefy body rested on his back, and his panting
breath burned his neck.

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Wow! That was intense for me to write. Hope it was as enjoyable for you.
This is my first story on NIFTY. Please share your thoughts on the story
and its related topics with me. I welcome conversation and feedback.

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