Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 15:32:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Jess Sudhir Subject: Ronnie (interracial, camping, young friends) "A little somethin-somethin for the guys at home" Ronnie by Jess Sudhir 7/14/2003 There was usually something strange about the white kids who came to Camp La-Koo-Ga. I mean, everyone knew it was a free camp for ghetto kids and mostly no white parents would send their children there. But everyone once in a while we'd get a white kid who was dirt poor, or in trouble with the law, or on ten medications, or (most often) in a foster home that didn't give a shit. As far as Ronnie went, I think it was all of the above. He had a shaggy mop of dirty blond hair (and I do mean dirty), a couple of ragged tee shirts, and a pair of jean shorts that were way too small. He was short and unbelievably skinny, with tight muscle all over. Before the first day was up he had called two kids "nigger" and gotten in three separate fist fights. Of course they put him in my tent. I was a quiet kid who read a lot, and I guess they figured I'd go along with it without putting up a fight. And they were right. But I wasn't thrilled about it. As luck would have it, that first day we both got sent to bed early. Ronnie for fighting. Me because I whined and refused to play sports. So there we were, alone in a hot tent, and everyone else was somewhere doing something "fun". I didn't give a fuck personally. I lay there reading my book. But suddenly I heard Ronnie thrashing around next to me. I looked over and he was TAKING HIS CLOTHES OFF! "What the hell are you doing?" I said. "What are you talking about?" he said. He knew damn well what I was talking about. "That... why are you taking your clothes off?" I said. "I always sleep naked," he said. "Quit looking. Faggot!" "I wasn't fucking looking at you," I said. I turned over and faced the opposite direction. But my heart was thumping in my chest. Of course I had been looking. I had never seen another boy naked before, especially not a white boy. It was as though the image was burned on my eyelids... especially how white and pale his ass was, and the tightness of his stomach and... What was that noise? It sounded like something was hitting the tent. And Ronnie was mumbling something under his breath. It sounded like... "Nigger... nigger... nigger... nigger..." What the fuck?! I imperceptibly rolled over on my stomach and peeked. For reasons I was powerless to understand, my dick had gone rock hard, and it hurt me as I rolled over it. Ronnie wasn't looking at me. His eyes were closed and he was yanking away at a little dick that didn't even look like it was hard. Every once in a while his foot would uncontrollably twitch, and hit the side of the tent. That was the thumping sound I heard. His lower lip quivered, and he kept on mumbling "nigger, nigger, nigger." One half of me was completely freaked out. The other half was horny as hell. All of me was fascinated. I raised up on one arm and stared, while one hand of my own went involuntarily down my pants. Suddenly Ronnie's eerie blue eyes flew open and he stared back at me. I almost shit myself. "Is it true?" he said in a voice that was raspy and panting for breath. "Is it true that every nigger has a dick like a donkey?" As he said those words, his own dick suddenly hardened. I had been right --he hadn't even been stiff before. He still wasn't "big" but now he was pointed straight up. "Man, you're a freak!" I said, snatching my hand out of my pants. "Come on dude... don't be mean... let me see it!" he said. "No!" I said. "And quit being a pervert!" His eyes narrowed into thin blue slits, and he ran a hand through his dirty blond hair. Then without warning, he jumped on me. "Let me see it you black bastard!" he said. Even though I was bigger than him, he had the element of surprise. In a moment his naked body was squatting on top of my chest, and his busy hands were working on my zipper. I wanted to push him off, really, but... I didn't. A moment later he had found what he was looking for. I gasped as his warm hand grabbed my dick and brought it into the light. "It's fucking huge!" he said. "Man, fucking niggers get all the fucking breaks!" Even through the haze of pleasure I was now feeling, those words awakened a ribbon of anger, and I shoved him off of me. "Okay, now you've seen it." I said. "Now leave me alone. And if you call me nigger one more time, I'll... uh... uh... UH!" The reason I couldn't finish my words is that he had taken a sudden dive and deep throated my big black rod. It felt like nothing I had ever even imagined, and it just made it ten times better to see a WHITE BOY's greedy mouth pressing itself against the black and wirey pubes. "Oh fuck yeah!" I screamed, as I reached down to grab his blond head, bucking and thrusting my hips in an agony of pleasure. But just as I was about to spurt, he pushed hard against my stomach, freeing himself from my clenched grip and leaving my dick to stab helplessly into the air. "You were about to sperm, weren't you?" he said accusingly. "Fucking hell," I moaned. "But I want you to do what my big brother does," he said. "And stick your dick up my ass." You must understand that the rational part of my mind had long determined that I was rooming with a looney toon. But that part is never in control in a teenager's life. "Yeah," I managed to choke out. "Let me fuck you!" "Yeah nigger!" he said, shaking his head enthusiastically. "Fuck the hell out of me!" He rolled forward into a fetal position. Then he straightened his legs, and thrust his skinny white ass up at me. I grabbed him around the hips and thrust my blacksnake home. "Holy shit!" he yelled. "You fucking nigger, you're fucking the ass out of me!" "Yeah!" I yelled. "And you like it too, you crazy honkey!" I was pumping him like there was no tomorrow, not even noticing how we were making the tent jump around. "Yeah!" he said. "Pump me full of that nigger sperm so I can have a big black baby!" "You're nuts!" I yelled. I reached a hand around to grab his dick, and he screamed like he had gotten an electric shock, and sprayed all over the side of the tent. That's when I heard people outside the tent. "What's going on in there!" yelled the voice of Mr. Johnson, the camp director. "Come out of there at once." I couldn't stop. My hips gave a final buck, and I pulled Ronnie's wriggling body tight against my own, and squirted about a gallon of cum up inside his skinny white body. That's when the tent collapsed around us. To make a long story short, we were both sent home. The whole thing was hushed up. My parents never found out. His (foster) parents probably didn't care. All in all, it was my best year at summer camp... ever! -------------------------------------- If you like interracial youth stories, read more "Jess Sudhir" stories by finding me on the "Frequent Author Page" (nifty archive). Fan mail is always appreciated ;)