Young Black Thief

This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain depictions of non-consensual sex (i.e. rape) and racial slurs which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.

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This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain depictions of non-consensual sex (i.e. rape) and racial slurs which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.

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Sixteen year old Tavis was rustling around in the dark, having just
finished stuffing his pockets with a wad of bills from a bank envelope and
a Rolex watch that he removed from the night stand beside a man’s
bed. Suddenly the lights flicked on.

The boy whirled around, his heart racing, and found himself facing the
barrel of a pistol held by a middle-aged white man wearing thick glasses at
an awkward angle — as if the man had just thrown them on his face and
didn’t have time to adjust them.

“Freeze,” the man shouted.

Tavis froze. His heart leapt. He was caught red-handed. What was going to
happen to him when this man turned him over to the police for burglary.
Tavis tried to calculate the chances of beating the rap — he was a
juvenile, after all. This would be his first offense. Maybe they would go
easy on him.

But then he remembered overhearing some of the “old heads” in his
neighborhood that afternoon saying that the police were out to break up a
recent wave of burglaries in the city and they were going to throw the book
at anyone they caught — regardless of their criminal record.

Tavis had an older brother who already served time. He said that the
hardened con men used to take turns using him as their pussy every night.
He told Tavis that the last place he ever wants to be is in prison,
especially since he is lean and handsome — just the kind of boy older men
love to plunge their dick inside.

The man holding the gun paused for awhile. He seemed lost in thought. He
was just staring at the caramel skinned black boy, as if he were in a
daydream.

The boy’s eyes were wide with fear. His thick red lips trembled
uncontrollably. The man studied the smooth contours of the black boy’s
face, and the neatly woven rows of his nappy hair.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?”

Tavis tried to stammer a reply but his throat was so dry he couldn’t speak.

“You trying to rob my house, nigger? I should call the cops.”

The boy said nothing, but his body shook violently. His eyes darted quickly
to the window, then back at the man, as if he was thinking of making a
lunge through the glass. He looked at the window again and realized he was
on the third floor of a house and would probably just injure himself and
have to go to jail anyway. His eyes darted back to the white man who was
holding the gun on him.

“P-please sir, let me go,” Tavis heard himself wining pathetically, as if
the voice wasn’t even his. “I aint never done nuthin like this before. I
won’t do it again. Let me go, please.”

On the streets Tavis never pictured himself as being weak enough to beg a
white man for forgiveness. It was almost as though he didn’t know what came
over him — but he knew he desperately wanted to avoid going to jail. He
didn’t want to become some tattooed skin-head’s young nigger cum bucket for
the next nine months.

But then Tavis noticed something strange. The white man seemed to be
getting aroused by his begging. The man’s face brightened and his eyes
tensed with excitement.

“Really?” the man barked. “I don’t believe you. Tell me more.”

Tavis laid it on thick, even though he didn’t want to. “Honest, sir. I
didn’t mean to steal from you.” He quickly emptied the contents from his
pockets onto the man’s bed. “I won’t never do nuthin’ like this again.
Honest.”

The white man eyed the trembling black boy. He started breathing more
heavily and his neck reddened as if he were overheating.

“What will you do for me if I let you go? How can I be sure you’ve learned
your lesson?”

“I’ll do anything,” the black boy quickly replied. “Please don’t let me go
to jail.”

The white man cracked a smile. Tavis wasn’t sure whether or not this was a
good sign. “You’ll do anything to keep from going to jail?”

The black boy dutifully nodded, “Anything, just let me go and don’t tell no
cops.”

“Well I’ve got something for you to do,” the white man said, with a
sadistic grin. “It’s the one thing that will keep me from calling the
cops.”

The man slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His hands trembled with
anticipation. Tavis’ eyes widened in disbelief. He figured he would be
asked to wash the man’s windows or haul chopped wood into the basement for
the fireplace, or rake the man’s yard — but what was this?

The man pulled out his pale, floppy cock and made Tavis sit on the edge of
his bed. He waved his cock in the astonished boy’s face. “I want you to
kiss my pecker with them nigger lips.”

Tavis grimaced. He had never seen another man’s cock before, especially a
white man’s cock — and so close to his face. He thought to himself, “That
shit’s nasty. I ain’t suckin no man’s dick.” But then he remembered, if he
went to jail he’d have to do a lot more than suck a man’s dick.

The man waved his penis in the boy’s face. “Come on, nigger. I don’t have
all day. Let’s see you wrap those big lips around the nice white cock.”

The boy seemed startled, but he wasn’t resisting. The white man grabbed
Tavis from the back of his head and pushed his face forward so that his
lips were touching the man’s shriveled cock. Tavis kissed the white man’s
cock and the man’s cock immediately began to grow longer and thicker.

“Yeah, kiss that cock again, nigger. Kiss it you little black thief. You
ghetto hoodlum.”

Tavis kissed the man’s cock again. The musty smell of the white man’s pubic
hair filled the black boy’s nostrils. Although, in his mind, Tavis was
disgusted by what he was doing, he felt his own cock hardening in his pants
– against his will. To his horror Tavis began to realize that there was
something arousing about being humiliated in this way by this middle aged
white man. Without being told he kissed the man’s cock a third time as if
he was paying homage to the white man’s power over him.

When he realized what he had just done he stopped himself and wiped his
lips with the back of his hand, as if he were trying to undo the act. But
the “damage” was already done. The white man’s cock was now fully erect and
poking in the teenage boy’s face. It seemed like the man had a surge of
power.

The man carefully put his pistol on top of a shelf behind him, and grabbed
the black teenager’s head with both hands. He thrust his throbbing red cock
between the black boy’s lips.

“Yeah, suck on that dick, nigger. I want you to suck it good.”

The white man dug his fingers into the black boy’s nappy scalp and forced
his cock down the poor boy’s throat. Tavis gagged as the white man’s cock
filled his mouth. It throbbed hard. Tavis never realized, in his wildest
dreams, that a white man’s cock could get so big.

The middle-aged man started ruthlessly face-fucking the embarrassed black
teenager, while Tavis chocked down his own spittle and slime from the white
man’s cock.

“Yeah, suck that cock you black hoodlum. You don’t look like such a tough
guy now. Suck on that big white cock you nigger boy bitch.”

Tavis wanted to get mad. He knew he should be embarrassed. But he couldn’t
help being confused by the mix of powerful feelings that swept over him. He
was angry at what the white man was calling him, and yet — even in his
baggy pants — he could feel his young, thick black cock standing straight
up at attention, bursting its way through the piss opening in his boxer
shorts, leaking a stream of pre-cum all over his young balls.

He admired this older white man’s audacity — his power — as the man made
him suck his cock and had the boldness to make fun of him while he was
doing it. The man gasped breathlessly, “Oh yeah. I just love those thick
nigger lips on my dick. Suck it, boy.”

He suddenly pushed Tavis away. “That’s enough,” he gasped, catching his
breath. “That’s enough. I don’t wanna cum yet. I wanna fuck that tight
black ass.”

Tavis’ eyes grew wide. Oh hell no. He wasn’t about to let some old white
dude fuck him in the ass. But the man was insisting on it. He was no longer
asking Tavis what he was willing to do. He ripped the boy’s shirt off,
revealing his smooth caramel brown chest and torso. Then he yanked the
boy’s loose-fitting trousers off. The man’s eyes widened when he saw the
large “pup tent” in the boy’s boxer shorts, with a dark wet stain of
pre-cum round the piss opening.

The white man smiled. “Yeah, I knew all you hard nigger teenagers were just
a bunch of spoiled mama’s boys — looking for a daddy.’”

He yanked down Tavis’ boxer shorts, exposing the boy’s smooth golden ass
and his stiff bouncing rod of black teenage fuck meat. He grabbed Tavis’
buttocks, “Gimme that jungle ass, nigger.”

Before Tavis could protest, the white man pushed the boy face down on the
bed and spread Tavis’ ass cheeks. He rammed his throbbing cock deep inside
the boy and humped violently in the boy’s ass, like a dog in heat.

Tavis let out a loud agonizing whine; the sound of a black boy having his
cherry busted. The older man didn’t bother to apologize. He started using
the black boy’s ass as if he had just paid money for it.

He treated the boy like a cheap ghetto whore. Tavis let out muffled cries
of pain, “Ow, ow, ow, ow…” with each thrust of the white man’s cock deep
inside his ass.

“Yeah, take that cock you black juvenile delinquent. Help me keep the crime
rate down.”

The man ravished Tavis’ naked black ass while growling in the boy’s ear,
“Nigger bitch. Nigger whore. I’ll fuck your mommy like this too.” Tavis let
out soft humiliated cries.

A surge of excitement raced through the boy’s young body. He suddenly
realized that nobody had ever talked to him that way before, and he found
it exciting. This is what he was missing all of his young life — a firm
man to put him in his place. Tavis felt the white man’s cock get even
harder every time he insulted the boy. Tavis could tell the man was
enjoying himself, but Tavis was confused about how he should respond. He
didn’t want to be a punk, after all, yet he couldn’t help being aroused by
the complete humiliation of one man by another — even though he was the
one who happened to be on the receiving end of the humiliation.

The white man pinned the teenager’s arms down on his bed and raped the
young black thug’s ass mercilessly. Feeling the white man’s hard cock
ravishing his ass, Tavis believed he was going through the secret rites of
passage, initiating him into manhood. The room was filled with grunts and
groans, and the smell of sweat, as the two bodies mingled in an ancient
masculine ritual.

The man’s middle-aged body slammed into Tavis over and over again from
behind. His thick white cock filled the teenager’s tender ass. The man’s
hairy arms wrapped tightly around the smooth, lean black teenager’s body,
trapping the boy so that he couldn’t wiggle free and escape even if he
wanted to.

Tavis didn’t want to admit it, but there was something exciting about how
this white man was abusing him. It was as if this man was the daddy Tavis
never had. Each thrust of the man’s hard cock in Tavis’ tight butt hole
made the boy want to bow down to the man in surrender.

This was a man who knew he had power, and knew how to use it in a cocky
young black boy’s ass. He wasn’t afraid of this young street nigger. Tavis
could feel it. He felt he should get down on his knees and give this man
his “proper respect” by sucking the man’s big white cock the next time he
sees him.

But Tavis knew he could never face himself in mirror again if he ever did
any of that. It may be one thing to have your ass taken “involuntarily”,
like what was happening to him now, but it’s quite something else to
willingly give his ass up as if he were a bitch. Especially to give up his
ass to a hairy middle-aged white man with glasses. Still, he couldn’t get
rid of his desire to surrender to the man.

As he felt the man pounding on his ass, and the two bodies bounced up and
down on the mattress, Tavis bit his lip in sexual frustration, and chewed
on his thumbnail in ecstasy. “Oh shit, this is manly. This is what it be
like to be close to a real man n’ have him inside of you. He fuckin’ my ass
good. Maybe if this white man fuck me hard enough it gonna make me a real
man too.” There were tears in the boy’s eyes from pleasure and
embarrassment and pain and humiliation.

The man pressed his hairy body against the supple black teenager and
drooled on the back of the boy’s shoulder.

“Is this what your mama does every month to pay the rent? Is this how your
mama takes the landlord’s big white cock too, like a black whore? Learn
from your mama and be a good little nigger cunt.”

Tavis knew he was supposed to get angry so he gave the man a defiant scowl
and blurted out, “Fuck you, muthafucka.” Tavis looked fierce, but his hard
cock told a different story. The boy leaked precum on the bedspread
uncontrollably while the white man fucked his ass.

The man taunted the boy as he fucked him. He made fun of the boy’s
ebonics. “Is you angry homeboy? Is you angry? Dat be right. I be fuckin’ yo
nigga ass and Dere aint nuttin you can do about it.”

Tavis felt his heart racing with passion for this guy. This white man was
really hard core. The boy blushed as the older man kept ramming his tight
ass. “Damn,” Travis said to himself, “This dude is fuckin’ my black ass
good. I feelin’ just like a nigga ho.”

The boy’s whole body tingled while the white man drooled on him.

Tavis lifted his head, looked back at the man and growled angrily, “Yuse a
fuckin’ pervert faggot muthafucka. I’ma kick your ass when I get up from
here.”

The hairy white man lifted the boy’s body off of the bed and rubbed his
hand across the black teenager’s smooth belly. His glasses were fogged from
his sweat and body heat.

“Yeah, I’m the `pervert mother fucker.’ I just love me some teenage nigger
ass.”

Pushed the boy’s face back down on the bed and plowed away inside of
him. Tavis felt the man’s cock throbbing harder and harder. The man’s
breathing was becoming more and more irregular. Tavis had confused feelings
about what might happen next. He panicked.

His eyes grew wide and he squeaked in alarm, “Oh shit, that muthafucka’s
gonna skeet in my ass.”

No sooner had the black boy blurted out this prediction than the older man
unleashed his load in the boy’s dark ass. The white man let out a loud
groan. Hot, thick sticky cum juices gushed deep inside of the boy, filling
him up with warmth. Tavis moaned in humiliation. He had just been fucked by
a white cock like his slave ancestors.

It was all he could do to keep from thanking the man.

Once the middle aged white man caught his breath, he slowly lifted his body
off of the black teenager’s body. Tavis got up and scowled at the man. He
sullenly pulled on his baggy trousers and raced to the door when the white
man said it was okay for him to go. He still had cum dripping out of his
ass when he caught the bus home.

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The white man took a long, hot, relaxing shower and imagined how humiliated
and insulted Tavis must have been. Somewhere in a deep, dark ghetto — he
thought — Tavis is probably gathering some of his “homeboys” together and
plotting revenge.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Tavis was alone in his bedroom,
listening to sound of the television in his mom’s bed room and the
wall-shaking “thump, thump, thump” of hip hop riffs from the bass of a
sound system in a car outside their window.

The restless rustling of Tavis’ sheets and his deep groans as he shot his
load in his pajamas were drowned out by all of the sounds around him. The
young thug tossed and turned — his smooth baby face was distorted with
sexual passion. He sighed and groaned, “Oh yeah — shove that big white
cock inside of me,” the boy mumbled as he drifted off to sleep. “Fuck me
like a little nigga ho you rich, powerful white man.”

The young black thug’s plaintive sexual cries drifted off and vanished,
unheard, into the city night.