Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 13:06:58 -0400 From: Evan Williams Subject: High School Janitor The following story is a work of erotic fiction for entertainment purposes only. It includes a sexual act between an older black man and a teenage white boy. There are traces of racial humiliation. This story is not intended to be read by minors. Anyone who might be offended by this type of story should find something else to read. ********************************** "I'm gonna need proof before I'll take a risk on getting in trouble for you." The white boy was bargaining. Jamal, a janitor in Washington High School, needed his job. He had a wife and kid to support and he was behind in his rent. He could find himself on the streets at any moment. But over the past six months he had accumulated nine demerit points for various things such as being late to work, forgetting to refill the paper towels in the boys' room, and failing to scrub the baseboard the night before his supervisor conducted one of his surprise inspections. "Nine demerit points," Jamal thought. All it would take is one more to get him fired. As luck would have it, the supervisor was being transferred to another school. Washington High was about to get a new supervisor and he hadn't seen Jamal's work performance record with all of those demerits yet. The new supervisor would move into his office tomorrow morning. Jamal needed to have the demerits expunged from his records tonight, but how could he do it? A few hours earlier, while Jamal was mopping the floors in the computer lab he noticed Randy, a dark-haired white boy with mysterious eyes who frequently stayed after school engrossed in the things he could do on the computer. Jamal decided to approach the boy. "Expunge something from the school's records? Piece of cake," the white boy said confidently as he leaned back in his chair. "I could do that in no time, but it's gonna cost you." Jamal was desperate, "What's it gonna cost me? I'll do anything." "I'll think of something," the kid answered. "Gimme a few hours and get back to me. I'll let you know then." Now a few hours had passed and Jamal was alone in the computer lab with this handsome young white boy. Jamal leaned forward, solicitously toward the boy, hat-in-hand, anxiously awaiting the white boy's verdict. Randy seemed to be savoring the experience. "I need proof that you'll do whatever I say before I'll risk getting in trouble for you," the white boy said. "What kind of proof?" "Real proof," the white boy said smugly, folding his arms across his chest. "Proof that I own you." Jamal studied the white boy's folded arms. For some reason he felt aroused by the smoothness and purity of the boy's skin. Randy could save him, and Jamal knew it. Randy cocked his head to the side and studied the old man. "I'm not just looking for one favor for one time; the way I see it, you say you have nine demerit points, so over the next two years, until I graduate, I expect to get nine favors out of you – one for each demerit point." "But what kind of favor can I do for you?" the old man asked. "Oh, there will be times I'm gonna want to borrow your master key to get some computer supplies to take home or get a copy of some software, or get a sneak preview of an upcoming exam that the teacher has locked in her closet – things like that." "I can do that," Jamal said, swallowing hard, "I just need you to do this one thing for me tonight – before the new super gets here tomorrow." the old man said hopefully. "Yeah, I know," said the white boy impatiently. "That's the bitch of it, isn't it? That's why I need proof that I'm gonna own you for the next two years – I need some sort of down payment – some sort of sign." "What chu got in mind?" the old man asked. "Well, I'm not no faggot, but my buddies always say someone is your bitch when you get them to suck your cock." "Suck your cock?" the old man echoed in surprise, raising his voice and his eyebrows. "I don't know if I can do that. I aint never sucked another man's cock before – never wanted to – I don't swing that way." "Neither do I," Randy said testily, "But I need proof I own you. Now, either you get down on your knees and suck my cock or you can forget about having your demerits expunged." Jamal sank down in one of the chairs in the computer lab. It was as though someone had just knocked all of the wind out of him. He weighed his options, but there was really nothing to weigh. He didn't want to lose his job. "Okay. Imma suck yo cock," the old black man said, "But this don't make me no faggot." "It doesn't make either of us a faggot," the white boy reassured the old Negro, "It's just a ritual – like slitting your finger with a razor blade in order to become blood brothers with your best friend." "Okay," said Jamal, doubtfully. Randy stood up in the empty computer lab and faced Jamal. He slowly undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. Jamal found himself staring at the boy's bulging jockey shorts and his smooth naked white thighs. Something about the milky color of the boy's skin and the fresh smell of his cotton briefs stirred Jamal, but he tried to ignore it. "Let's get down to business," the boy said impatiently. Jamal peeled down the boy's briefs, exposing his teenage cock and gentle tufts of pubic hair. Already the boy seemed half-aroused, probably at the very thought of having this black man, who was old enough to be his father, completely under his control. "Okay, suck it," the boy commanded. Jamal wrapped his thick black lips around the white boy's cock and began to suck it. Randy's cock grew hard in the black man's mouth. It soon pushed to the back of the old man's throat. Jamal could feel the boy's red hot cock thickening and pulsating in his mouth, as the man ran his thick tongue up and down the shaft and caressed the boy's member with his soft puffy dark lips. Randy tried to look indifferent, as if this was just a business transaction, but the janitor's pillowy lips were hard to ignore. The boy let out an involuntary sigh, which caught the old man's attention. Jamal knew the boy was enjoying this cock sucking. He wanted to get the whole thing over with – he wanted this horny, nasty teenage white boy to cum so they could get on with the task of cleaning up his record in the school's computers. Jamal grabbed a fistful of the boy's pulsating shaft and started working his pillowy lips up and down the boy's length of the boy's cock like a bitch in heat. Randy looked down at the old nigger bobbing powerlessly on his throbbing white cock. He grabbed the man's head and thrust his dick deep inside the nigger's mouth, fucking the man hard, like the man was a teenage cheerleader. Randy thought about how ashamed the man would be if his wife and kids could see him now, sucking on his teenage cock. This thought aroused the boy even more. Randy imagined the man's children watching, and how he would turn to them and say, "See, I got your daddy sucking on my cock; what do you little bastards think of that?" Maybe it would arouse the old man's wife to see her husband sucking on a real man's cock, as Randy imagined himself to be as he towered over the helpless black man. Randy tried not to enjoy this feeling too much, after all, this was just business. He tried to convince himself that this was just an act to establish his authority over the old Negro. That's what Randy needed to believe. Jamal swallowed his salvia as he worked his mouth up and down the white teenager's cock. The boy's stiff white pole thrust repeatedly down he old man's throat, raping it like a captive slave. Jamal breathed in the clean, healthy smell of the white boy's skin – the boy's smooth white thighs occasionally brushing against the older black man's face. It gave the man a feeling of comfort and serenity, nursing on the teenager's hard white cock for protection and security. The nectar of the boy's pre-cum flowed down the black man's throat. Jamal paused to gasp for air. He licked the white boy's pendulous balls and the gentle brown pubic hairs on the boy's tender nutt sack. Jamal didn't know what came over him. He looked up at this white boy like he was some kind of young god of purity and light. He became aroused by the flowing dark brown locks of the boy's hair, and the red flush of the boy's cheeks. Jamal felt as though the white boy really did own him now, and that it was his duty to do all he could to service the boy and bring him to an orgasm with his mouth, and to let the boy's cum flow down his throat. Randy grabbed both sides of the black man's face, placing his hands on the man's cheeks, and fucked the man's mouth mercilessly. He forced his cock down the man's mouth with angry, rapid thrusts, like he was raping a ghetto ho. Jamal gagged on the white boy's cock, as well as his saliva mixed with the boy's tenderly sweet pre-cum. He noticed his own black cock had grown hard inside of his pants. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such a firm erection. Saliva drooled down the black man's chin as the white teenager used the man's mouth for his pleasure. It wasn't all submission and humiliation for Jamal; he felt as though he had power and control in the situation too. Jamal knew he was now in control over the young white boy's body – he was forcing the boy to be aroused – he was forcing the boy to surrender to the sensation of Jamal's thick black lips rubbing up and down the straight boy's shaft – and the boy was enjoying it, whether he wanted to admit it or not. This made Jamal's cock even harder. It throbbed with passion, trying to break free of the black man's pants and spew its juices all over the floor. The young white boy shuttered. His teenage cock began to shoot its load down the old man's throat. Wave after wave of young teenage cum filled the black man's mouth as this powerful young white master unloaded his body fluids inside the older man's mouth. Jamal shot his load too, inside of his pants. The sticky moist liquid felt warm in his boxer shorts. Before he realized what he was doing Jamal swallowed the boy's cum, desperate to make the white boy part of him. The boy with soft dark hair and mysterious brown eyes, tender whiffs of bodily hair and smooth white skin was now circulating inside of the older black man's body. Jamal was in ecstasy. Randy let out a relieved sigh and let go of the black man's face. He slowly backed away from the man, somewhat stunned at how much he enjoyed having this older man service him. Randy wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand and stared at the man in disbelief, before shaking off his trance, trying to regain his composure. Jamal still tasted the white boy's cum in his mouth and felt the cooling wet stickiness of his own cum inside of his boxer shorts. When he came to his senses he tried not to look directly at the white boy, afraid that the boy could read his thoughts and perceive how deeply he had entered the older black man's soul. Randy shook his head once again to clear it, "Well then, the ritual's done. I guess I really do own you now. I guess we had to do that so we could both know for sure that you would keep your promise." "Yeah," Jamal said, trying to play along as if what they had done was merely business, "I just did what you made me do to save my job." "Yeah," Randy echoed him, the word hanging in the air as if the white boy wasn't really convinced about what either of them was saying. "Well, I've got some hacking to do. I've got to save your job. I can see where you're going to be useful to me in the future, till I graduate." "Yeah," answered Jamal, gamely preserving the faηade of indifference. But for some reason, when Jamal thought about how he might be useful to Randy in the future, Jamal felt his cock twitch inside his pants in anticipation. He wanted to be used by the white boy, once again, even though they both knew for sure that they weren't really faggots.