Black boys at the gym

This story contains writing of homosexuality and racial
humiliation. If any of this offends you then you should search for
something else to read. This story is not intended to be read by
minors.

I’m just curious; does anybody else out there enjoy watching black
boys undress in the locker room before working out in the gym?

I like watching as they slowly and awkwardly reveal their lean brown
arms and legs, ashy at the knees and elbows. I like their smooth dark
skin and their bulging triceps and shoulders. I like their big darting
eyes as they self-consciously, but of necessity, expose themselves
while their white school chums look on.

The black boys’ thick juicy lips hang open as they pull down their
boxer shorts. They carefully cover themselves up as they slip into
their sweatpants and gym shorts; still the outline of their thick,
long black cocks swing like heavy pendulums under their clothing. They
cannot conceal their sexual endowment.

I like to imagine what it would be like to watch them fuck their
girlfriends on dirty mattresses in hot sweaty apartment buildings in
the ghetto. I love to imagine them sneaking a little of their
homeboys’ booty – always on the “downlow” – and pumping him full of
their black seed full of potent sperm cells. I like watching those
horny skinny black boys, with those small back packs, as they walk
down city streets with the sway and swagger of urban Watusi warriors.
They are so full of sexual energy that they can barely contain
themselves, although they try very hard to suppress it. Their thick
kenyan cocks bulge in their pants and their underarm sweat gives out
the smell of wild black jungle passion.

They sneak peeks at innocent white girls out of the corner of their
eyes; white girls who have complete control over them simply because
of the attractiveness and purity of their white skin. The kenyans grab
their ghetto crotches and offer them up as a sacrifice to the white
goddess as she walks past them. The boys sweat with desire and bite
their thick lower lips with anticipation and need to bow down before
white flesh and lick the juices of the white girls’ pussies; but first
they are going to have to beg for it.

They must kneel at the white girls’ feet and entertain her until she
is satisfied. They tell jokes to make her laugh. They become young
kenyan buck slaves for white girls’ pleasure; only then will these
girls spread her legs and offer them the sweetness of their ivory
vaginas to the sex-crazed black boy. Only then will she offer the boy
the softness and purity of her white body. The black sheds tears of
desire for the closeness of white flesh. He puts on a front of
aloofness and indifference toward the girl, but deep down inside he
knows he cannot live without her attention. In the secrecy of the
night he begs for her white pussy. He begs like a dark-skinned nappy-
headed helpless baby; and she comforts him by pressing his face
against her smooth white breasts. He nurses on her titties.

Then the white girl always him to shove his big black Mandingo cock
inside of her. He pumps violently, ferociously. He grunts and groans
as he fills the white girl with his unconstrained sexual passion. She
rubs his nappy kenyan head, like the good stud boy he has become. He
is far better than the black plastic dildos and other sex toys that
she usually plays with. He is a dark-skinned sex toy of living flesh.
The oversexed black boy slobbers on himself as he enjoys the
privileges of mounting the white beauty. It almost makes up for his
role during the day as a sweaty beast of burden, loading boxes in the
stock room of a grocery store, under the watchful gaze of his white
male bosses.

They order him around during the day, making him strip off his clothes
down to his waist to stack and load produce for the customers. They
like to watch the black sweat, like slaves of old, as the black boy
performs heavy labor. When there is not enough work to be done in the
storage room the managers pull off their boots and line them up
outside their office doors, expecting them to be shined like a mirror
by the end of the shift.

The black boy knows what he has to do; he dutifully polishes the white
man’s boots and breathes in the smell of his bosses’ feet. He makes
his bosses’ boots shine, securing his position on the grocery store’s
“team” of employees for at least another month of secure employment.

The white man spits and laughs, sometimes pulling off his jockey
shorts – streaked with shit stains – and ordering the young kenyan to
wash his shit-stained shorts by hand. The black boy breathes in the
white man’s shit smells, and the smell of his pubic sweat. He bends
over the wash basin, scrubbing the white man’s clothes until they are
fresh and ready to be worn again.

The grocery store is required, by the mother company, to be a drug-
free environment. This is for the employees’ own safety and to keep
insurance rates down, as they must sometimes operate heavy machinery.
It is therefore the unhappy task of the white managers to order the
black boys to piss inside a plastic container, unannounced, for random
drug testing. In order for the tests to be valid it is the manager’s
responsibility to make sure the right kenyan pisses in the correct
container, so he makes the black boy pull down his boxer shorts in
front of him.

The manager holds the black’s thick black ghetto cock between his
fingers as the kenyan pisses into the container. For good measure the
white man strokes the kenyan’s thick cock and fondles his heavy horse-
hung balls, feeling inside the black boys’ ass crack. The young kenyan
better not complain if he wants to keep his job.

Then the white man makes him bend over and spread his big bulbous ass
cheeks for a spontaneous booty check, to make sure he isn’t storing
any “contraband” in his firm black ass. The white man probes and
probes inside the kenyan boy’s asshole with his fingers, searching for
illegal drugs. He finger fucks the boy, making him wince with pain –
and he dare not utter a peep of complaint while he is abusing him.

The white man runs his hands and fingers inside the darkest crevices
of the kenyan’s body, like Europe invading Africa during the 19th
century, bringing the light of civilization into the darkest densest
jungles. The black boy grunts and groans as the white man takes
control of him, eventually stuffing the boy’s anus with his thick
white cock and pumping his white manhood inside of him. The black boy
cries out in pain as the white man rapes his kenyan ass, using his
bulbous black ass cheeks for the one thing they are most useful for:
massaging a white man’s hard, throbbing cock.

He shoots his cum inside the kenyan, which elevates the black boy –
enabling him to share in the white man’s humanity. He’s got the white
man’s cum inside of him – maybe this will make him smarter; maybe he
will be better behaved now in public. The white man takes possession
over the kenyan, pumping wave after wave of fresh white sperm inside
the black boy’s benighted black body. The black boy moans, sighs,
groans – knowing that the white man is making him his. He’s got the
white man inside of him. He’s nothing but the white man’s kenyan cum
slut. He must learn to live with this thought as he makes his daily
runs through ghetto streets in the night. Maybe this is the only hope
for civilization.