“Look out, faggot.” Matt yells as he slaps my books out of my hand.
Here we go again. I have only been in high school for 3 days and I am
already being bullied. Here I am picking up my books to the sound of
laughter throughout the hallway from students and even teachers. “Thanks
a lot for helping.” I think to myself.
My name is Allen and I am a 15-year old freshman going to Warran Central
High in Vicksburg, Mississippi. Matt is 18, a senior and easily one of
the hottest guys in the entire school.
Nathan, my best friend, runs up to help me out.
“You’re such an asshole, Matt.” he yelled after him.
“You okay bro?” Nathan asked.
“Yeah. Its whatever.” he replied.
Deep down, I felt honored that Matt would even give me any attention. He
is a 6′ 4″, 195 pound, skater with black hair. He was perfect and the
things I would do for him would even shock porn stars.
But it would never happen. He was straight and I was a faggot. He was
white and I was black.
I was one of the only black students in the entire school of about 1200
kids in the Deep South. My kind was already not too favorably viewed
despite the current landscape in the country. It only made lusting after
Matt even more of a turn on. Even my friend Nathan was white.
One day, I headed to the restroom during class. When I entered, Matt was
washing his hands. His eyes caught mine in a flustered and nervous state.
I tried my best to remain focused and hide my desire for him. I went to
the urinal that was farthest from him to handle my business and get out
as soon as possible. I figured that Matt would be leaving shortly as he
was washing his hands. I was wrong.
In the middle of pissing, Matt took the urinal directly beside me.
“What’s up, faggot? You looking to suck some dick?” he asked.
“Huh” I replied.
“Don’t play stupid, nigger. I know you want to suck my dick, admit it
and I just might let you.” he stated.
I knew it had to be a joke. If I agreed, I would be even more the
laughing stock that I already am. I had to deny it.
Instead of answering, I zipped up and rushed to wash my hands.
“Your silence tells me everything I need to know, homo. Wait for me
after school. I’ll give you a ride home. Got that?!” he said.
I just nodded my head. I was breathing too hard to actually use words.
The remainder of the day flashed by. I had to wait for Matt to finish
hanging out with his real friends before getting a ride home. He only
acknowledged me after everyone was gone.
“Sup, faggot. You ready to blow me?” he asked.
I responded by staring at him wide-eyed, still not sure what to say or
how to react.
“Its obvious that you have never done this before, but I’ll teach you
how to suck my big dick. Get in the car.” he responded.
Once inside, he asked me where I lived. I told him, but I also told him
that my place is no good because my Mom would be home by now.
“Fine. I know a place.” he said as he started the car and drove off.
While driving he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch.
“Feel that dick, faggot. That’s going in your mouth in a few minutes. I
know you’re going to like it. Not as much as I am though.” he laughed.
We went to the abandoned hospital over on Grove Street. It was the same
street I lived on, but it was a big hospital. He parked and spread his
legs, leaned back in his seat and looked at me.
“Well. Get started and blow me, faggot.” he said.
When I hesitated, he grabbed my head and pushed it into this crotch. His
sweaty smell from skating was intoxicating. I involuntarily began taking
deep breaths.
“Ah yeah. You like the smell of my sweaty white dick? Take it out, fag.
Take it out and suck it.”
I obeyed and gasped at the at least 8″ white dick that was now being
rubbed all over my face as it got harder and harder.
“Lick it, nigger. Lick the head for me.”
Again, I obeyed and worshiped his dick all over making sure to taste
every drop of sticky sweat all over his crotch.
“Fuck yeah, a hungry nigger faggot. Take my dick down your throat now,
homo. Fucking blow me.” he sighed.
I took his dick in my mouth and did my best for a first timer. That was
not good enough for Matt.
“Take more of my dick, faggot.” he yelled.
I pulled off. “I can’t. This is my first..aughh!”
“I don’t care, faggot! Take all of my dick!” Matt yelled as he pushed
my head back down on his dick. He kept pushing with both hands to force
his dick deeper and deeper until I made it to his balls.
I was gagging and choking the entire time.
“Oh fuck yeah. Take my dick and make it feel good, nigger.” he gasped.
“Make your bully’s dick feel good.”
He maintained control over the blowjob and kept forcing my head down on
his big dick.
“Uh…I’m gonna cum! Fucking swallow it! Fucking take my cum!” Matt
yelled as he pushed my head down all the way on his dick. I could feel
his dick pulsing against my tongue and lips as he unloaded at least four
thick shots of cum directly into my stomach.
“Ugh, fuck, fuck, god damn it, faggot.” he sighed as I milked his dick
with my lips to get every drop of his cum and hopefully get a taste.
“Fuck, that was good. You’ll be doing that a lot more, faggot. Every
fucking day you’re going to blow me and swallow my cum.” he sighed.
“Does that mean you won’t bully me anymore?” I asked naively.
“Ha! You fucking wish, nigger. I am still going to bully you. Maybe even
more so, now that I know you really are a faggot with the way you drained
my balls and licked my sweaty teen dick.” he said.
“No, I will bully the shit out of you during school and then after, you
will beg me to take you home, just so you can suck my dick again. You got
that faggot?!”
I hung my head and simply stated, “Yes, I got it.”
“Good. Now lick my dick some more until I get another boner. Then you
can suck me off again, you fucking faggot.”
My White Bully II
After sucking off Matt again and swallowing his thick load, he kicked me
out of his car and made me walk the rest of the way home. He knew how
close I was to it, though.
Nathan had questions about where I had been as he and I would sometimes
hang out and go biking or play video games. I just brushed them off and
avoided revealing anything.
That night, I jerked off three times to having given Matt two blow jobs.
I recalled how it felt when his dick was down my throat and he shot his
load. How he held my head down and fed me the first and second loads of
cum. They were the first of many loads I would take from him…and others.
While walking to the bus stop that morning, Matt drove up and told me to
get in; that he needed to use my nigger throat to dump a load again. I
normally hang out with Nathan so I knew this would lead to questions
later on.
I obeyed and gave Matt another blowjob. He dropped me off before making
it school though.
During lunch, the dreaded questions from Nathan began to fly.
Where were you this morning?
How did you get to school?
Why did you show up on foot?
I lived 10 miles from school so Nathan knew that there was no way that I
walked the entire way. I didn’t want to lie to him so I just told him not
to worry about it, but he knew I was hiding something.
In the meantime, I was blowing Matt twice, sometimes three times a day
after semi-begging him to let me. With the conservative state we were
growing up in it was difficult to find girls that were willing to sleep
with any guy without the expectation of kids and marriage. I still had to
endure his bullying. It didn’t get any worse, but didn’t get any better
either. I like to think it was all worth it.
Matt quickly got tired of getting blowjobs in his car. I told him that we
could use my place if he came over right after school. The first time he
did set a new tone for my servitude to him.
He sat on the end of my bed in just his boxer briefs with his legs wide
open and me on my knees in front of him. It was after a particularly hard
day of being called a faggot, getting hit and picking up my books.
“What are you willing to do to get me to let you blow me again,
nigger?” he asked.
A lot of things flooded through my mind. I looked at his feet.
He followed my eyes and scoffed. “Really? You would make out with my
feet?”
I nodded. He brought one of his feet up and rubbed it all over my face. I
took hold of it and supported its weight so he wouldn’t have to. I began
to lick all over it; sucking his toes, tongue massaging the heel, really
fagging out over it.
“Yeah, make out with my feet, homo.” he ordered.
After his feet were thoroughly cleaned, I dried them off with my shirt.
“What else, faggot? Do something nasty for me.”
“Do you have to piss?” I asked very shyly.
“What?! Don’t tell me…you want to drink my piss, faggot? There is no
way you are that low.” he laughed.
I didn’t respond. Matt knew me well enough to know that when I didn’t
respond, I was embarrassed by the truth.
“Fuck, faggot. Well, no, I don’t have to piss. I almost hate to ask,
but what else, faggot?” he asked.
There was one thing that I wanted to try, but was afraid Matt wouldn’t
let me.
“Can I lick your asshole?” I asked with my head down.
“I should have known that was next, nigger. Of course you want to lick
my sweaty asshole.” he said.
“Never had that done before. I’ll let you do it, lie down so I can sit
my ass on your face.”
I obeyed and watched as he lowered his ass.
“Umm, Matt, you’ll need to take off your boxer briefs.” I hesitated.
“Shut up, faggot, I know that! You’re going to smell it first.” he
yelled.
Matt proceeded to sit on my face and the smell of his white teen asshole
filled my lungs.
“Yeah, nigger. Sniff my white asshole then I’ll let you clean me out
with your faggot tongue.”
I inhaled as long as he let me. I even got his underwear wet with saliva
as I couldn’t help but try to clean them by licking out the smells.
“Okay faggot. Lick out my asshole.” Matt said as he pulled his undies
down and sat back down on my face. I could feel his warm balls resting on
my chin and proceeded to eat his ass like it was my last meal.
“Fuck yeah, you fucking nigger faggot. Stick your tongue inside my
asshole.” he gasped.
I did not want to disappoint. I had never done this before, but the
objective was pretty clear.
I stuck my tongue inside as far as I could. It was a new experience for
Matt as well and it was clear that he was ticklish. His asshole kept
closing as soon as my tongue touched it, sending a jolt through his body.
He eventually got used to my tongue sliding around in his asshole and
then it opened up, allowing me to slide my tongue in even further. That
is when he started riding my face; grinding his asshole all over it. The
amount of weight he applied was painful, but I had to take it. It
occurred to me that this is the natural order of things for me. A white
man rubbing his asshole all over my black face. It had to be, because I
loved it and I never wanted it to end. But soon after, my throat was
filled with white dick and I felt the pulsating that I love so much
indicating that Matt was shooting his cum in my throat again.
He held the sides of my face as he squatted with his dick down my throat
making sure I remained in place to take all of his cum. When he finished
and his dick began to shrink, he watched as I raised my head to get those
last few drops of cum from this dickhead as it dangled above my face.
“Now…I have to piss. You better aim it, cause here it comes.” he
sighed.
I quickly grabbed it and aimed it at my mouth. The taste was not what I
was expecting at all. But I took it all and milked his dick again.
After all of that, we still had some time before my parents were due
home.
Matt donned his underwear and got comfortable on my bed; I sat on the
floor next to him.
“You really enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.
I replied that I did.
“And you really liked licking my dirty, sweaty asshole?”
I smiled and replied that I did.
“Would you do that for anyone?” has asked.
I thought about it. “I don’t think so.” I replied.
“Just me, huh. Okay, what if I told you to open your mouth so another
guy could piss in it?”
There was no hesitation with this question. “I would do it.” I replied.
“Why? Why would you take another dude piss in your mouth just because I
told you to?”
“I am not sure how to explain it or what it is that compels me to obey,
but I feel good when I obey you. Like, it’s what I was born to do. I just
feel, rightfully inferior to you.” I replied.
I could see him getting another boner. My mouth began to water.
“You are so right about that, nigger. You are inferior to me. Now suck
my dick. Suck my dick and eat my cum, faggot!”
My White Bully III
I sucked off Matt feeling relieved that, for once, I was honest with
someone other than myself. Up until that point, Matt thought I was doing
all this nasty shit for him only because he told me to. Now he knew that
I was doing it, mostly, because he was a superior White Man and I was
black.
Growing up in the Mississippi school system you tend to learn all about
slavery and states rights. I think the lesson meant something different
to me than it did to others.
Later on that evening, Nathan texted and asked me to come over.
He answered the door and told me to shut up and follow him and we went
straight to his room.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked as he shut the door and leaned against it.
“Well…I came by your house today to see if you wanted to go bike
riding.”
I immediately knew where this was going.
“Okay, I get it. How much did you see?”
“Well, I didn’t SEE anything, but I did hear you say that you’d do
anything a white man tells you to.” he replied. “I also heard you say
that you liked licking Matt’s asshole. You know, the guy that’s been
bullying you all year. The guy that I stand up to for you only to find
out that you have been sucking his dick and licking his asshole behind my
back, you fucking faggot!”
I started to get worried.
“You lick your bully’s asshole, dude! What the fuck?” he yelled.
“You’re giving your bully blowjobs and swallowing his cum?” he yelled.
“And you like doing it?”
“I always knew you were a faggot and thought, “Allen will tell me when
he is ready.” Nathan added.
“I thought, being your best friend, that once you did come out, I could
talk you into blowing me. But then I find out that you’re blowing the
guy that’s been kicking your ass everyday?.”
Then Nathan stopped and thought for a second as if something had just
occurred to him.
“If you’re into blowing guys who treat you like shit, then I guess I
have to start treating you like shit.” Nathan said as he locked the door
and walked toward me.
“Nathan, I..”
“Shut the fuck up, faggot.” Nathan said as he slapped me and pushed me
down to my knees.
“Open up for my dick. Let’s see how good you are.”
With that, my service to Nathan began. He and Matt became good friends
and took to using me together. And together they discovered the depths of
my depravity. They found just how low I was willing to go and how far I
could be ordered to go.
It started with them making me hold their spit in my mouth while they
jerked off to top it with their cum. They laughed and howled as I
swallowed upon their command. Then they would chew up food for me and
then spit it into my mouth, often accompanied with their loads. I did
those things willingly. However, they would use the bathroom and not do a
good job at wiping, just so they could laugh and watch me suffer when
they sat on my face.
Cleaning their sweaty body parts with my tongue and giving blowjobs
became a regular, daily thing. Eventually, Matt brought his friends in on
it and I began to service every skater in the school. There were only
like, 10 of them or so, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want
more.
I got my wish cause that many dudes were not able to keep their mouth
shut about my “talents” and pretty soon, I was very popular throughout
the school. No matter how busy I got after school though…I always made
time for my two bullies.
