From Gay Dating Sex Personals
Black Student a Gay Bdsm Sex Story
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
***
A male teacher is threatened by a black student and
ends up becoming his sexual slave. (Mm-teen, nc, rp,
1st-gay-expr, oral, bd, huml, intr)
***
How a life can change in an instant. Everything one
thought and believed can be shattered on the rocks of
an uncharted coast of a new experience. Here I was, a
happy English teacher, twenty-five years old with a
lovely wife and a five-year old daughter. I was
teaching in a good urban school, considered something
of a boy-genius by my colleagues, respected by parents,
and loved by most of my students. And then one fateful
day, everything changed because of Jesse Coulter.
It was right after school, and I was seated at my desk
correcting some papers when I noticed his lanky sixteen
year old form standing before me. Jesse and I had not
gotten along, did not get along well at all. That’s
because he was a very lazy teenage boy. He got through
high school thus far on his basketball skills, and most
other teachers seemed to turn a blind eye on the fact
that he was charming them with his skill on the court
and his million dollar smile. He didn’t like English
Class. I guess it clashed with his “street jargon.”
Hell, he didn’t like schoolwork of any kind. What he
did like was fucking every girl he could get his large
black hands on. And from what I heard around school, it
wasn’t just large black hands that won the young white
girls over. Talk was he was endowed like a horse.
I mean, I knew several teachers who visited the boys’
locker room just to verify the rumor. These were
straight teachers. And the report they gave was that
the rumor was correct. The handsome black boy got on
well with other students, but they all treated him with
some kind of special respect, like he was untouchable,
above them in some way. In the lunch room for example,
when he came to a table, other kids would move aside,
or even leave if he told them to.
Now, handsome, black, Jesse Coulter stood before my
desk. He should have been playing basketball, and I was
the reason he wasn’t.
“You get me benched?” He asked with a thick, husky,
masculine voice.
“No Jesse, you got yourself benched. You didn’t hand in
the last two homework assignments, and you failed the
last three tests.”
He stood up talker, straightening his shoulders which
usually slouched. “I been busy.”
I looked up at him. He was handsome, I had to say that
for him. So dark with flashing teeth.
“Too busy to do your schoolwork? Then maybe you need a
break from basketball.”
“You know the school never go for that. I the star of
the school.”
“Not this week. Not until you get those assignments in
and do better on the check tests.”
“Fuck that.”
I snapped up. I could feel the heat of anger rising
from my reddening face.
“Don’t you speak that way to me!”
Suddenly I was standing in front of him. I could smell
his musk. He was about my height, but only sixteen. His
strong face had an arrogance about it that was
intimidating.
“Look, teach, how the fuck can I take time out to
study, when I got to play basketball and fuck half the
white pussy in the school?”
I was speechless. I just stood there.
“An, then there’s all them female teachers in the
school like Miss Mortenson who need my big black dick.
And all them faggot teachers too.”
“That is enough. I want you out of here and down to the
office. Now!
His eyes burned cold, the white around the cornea clear
and ivory.
“Listen, Asswipe. You think I gonna let one cocksucking
teacher fuck up my position here at the school? Shit, I
already offered two scholarships to good colleges, and
I only a sophomore. You the one who is gonna get on
board here and learn some respect for a black star like
me!”
And with that, he slapped me. He drew back one large
black hand and slapped my face, hard. My head spun. I
had never experienced anything like it in my life. I
grant you, I am not a very physical person, although I
do swim at the gym to keep a fairly good body. I am not
into sports, and prefer Faulkner to Football. And this
teenage black boy had just slapped me. I reached out to
grab a fistful of his t-shirt, but he slapped my hands
away as easily as swatting a fly. Then he grabbed my
jaw in one large hand.
“We gonna do some extra-curricular work here with me as
the teacher and you as the student. We gonna teach you
how to respect the black man!” He almost lifted me off
the floor by the one hand on my face. Then with his
other hand he grabbed my crotch. He grabbed my balls.
“Shit, don’t feel like you got much down here. Like
most white boys, all talk and no fuck! How the fuck do
you please your wife? Suck pussy all the time?” He
squeezed harder and harder, until I was sure I was
ruined for life and the room began to spin around me.
Then he dropped me to the floor. I heard it before I
saw anything. I heard him lower the zipper on his baggy
jeans.
This could not be happening. There had been something
in between I missed. Some gap in events that explained
all of this. I was on the floor, my necktie twisted
around my shoulder, my trousers wrinkled, and my balls
throbbing and sending shooting pain up through my body.
I was looking up at a tall, lanky, punk of a nigger who
was unzipping his pants. I use that word carefully. I
know its full destructive power. To me, at that moment,
Jesse Coulter descended from an African American to a
Nigger. But I didn’t have time to feel proud of my
linguistic decision. I tried to scramble away, but he
placed one large size thirteen tennis shoe on my body
to hold me still.
“You know my record here at the school?” He asked,
smiling and fishing in his open fly. “You know I
already fucked six little white sluts pregnant?” I
couldn’t believe that was truesurly the school
wouldn’t hide such a thing just to keep us number one
in basketball? Would they? “I gonna show you what they
all love. Why they keep coming back for more. Why Mr.
Hample and Mr. Louis drool every time I walk past.
He grew frustrated trying to fish his prick out of his
baggy pants, so he cursed and ripped open the waist
button and let pants and boxer shorts drop to the
floor.
I have to say, I have never seen anything like it on
man or boy. I’ve heard that there are photos of such
things on the internet, but I don’t go to those places.
Jesse Coulter stood there with his pants puddle around
his feet, and my lying between his spread legs. Over me
hung the largest dick I have ever seen in my life. Mine
is six inches hard, and I have been told that is
average, for a white guy anyway. This dick wasn’t even
hard and must have hung eight inches. It was as thick
as a beer can. And under it hung two low slung balls,
each one the size of a hard boiled egg. It was
freakish. No woman could ever even take such a prick, I
felt certain.
“You gonna like this dick, Mr. Sutton. You gonna learn
to love it a whole lot. When I finish with you, you
gonna give me an A in English, just because you love
this dick so much. You gonna want my dick more than
your wife’s pussy. You gonna want it like a heroin
addict needs a fix. You gonna be nigger dick crazy!”
His talk was crazybut I was in no position to argue. I
had always been completely straight, never ever
entertaining gay or bisexual thoughts. I was open
minded about gays and believed in gay rights, but I was
notgay.
He sat down on my chest, and his fat prick dragged
across my shirtfront, leaking something from the
puckered foreskin onto me. The shaft of the nigger
prick was thick and wrinkled and the foreskin long
completely closing over the cockhead. The puckered
foreskin flesh at the tip looked like an asshole or
something. The he pumped the gigantic hunk of fuckmeat
and the foreskin drew back over the huge purple
cockhead. It looked the size of a plum with a wide
pisshole leaking pre cum. I was in shock.
The nigger cock grew to almost a foot in length. It was
the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. He
started to rub the leaking dickhead all over my face. I
tried to turn my head away, but he slapped the fuck out
of me, until I lay still and just let him play with my
face.
“I gonna mark you, like an animal marks his territory.
You never gonna get the smell of my dick off yo face.
You gonna smell my cocksnot all the time, even when you
fucking that bitch of yo’s.” He covered my entire face
with pre cummy nose and eyes and lips. I started to
gag and he slapped me again. Hard.
“You never show disrespect to a black man’s cock. You
always welcome it, no matter who the black man is. You
got that, Cuntface?” He made a fist and would have
punched me right in the face if I hadn’t agreed. Then
he told me to open my mouth. I knew what was coming and
that it would change my life forever. I opened my
mouth. He yelled for me to open it wider. I did and he
rested his enormous purple dickhead on my lower lip. It
dribbled cockslop into my mouth like a leaking faucet.
“I gonna fuck yo ass of course, but not till later in
the week. You my bitch now, and you keep your asspussy
and mouth available for me any time, night or day. But
I ain’t got time today, cause I gots to go to
basketball practice. And I going, ain’t I? He lifted
his huge dick and started to slap my face with it. Pre-
fuck sprayed the area around my face. My lips were
sticky with his pre-cum. His dick was like a giant club
and it hurt badly when it thunked into my face.
“Yesyes” I cried. “You can go, just leave me alone.”
“Leave you alone? No way, girlyboy. You is my ho now. I
gots lots of fun stuff planned fo you and me. But fo
now, I just gonna blow some nice nigger sperm into your
mouth and you gonna swallow like a nice cockhog.” I was
crying pretty heavily now and trying to tell him I
wasn’t gay, and please don’t do this to me, but it was
already too late. He had his dick in my mouth and was
fucking my face like it was a young white virgin cunt.
He humped my face, leaning his body up and over my
head, slamming balls deep so his big nuts thumped on
me. His legs stretched and I raised one hand to his
large muscular tight globular ass. His ass skin was
smooth and I felt the deep ass crack. He grunted and
pushed more and more dick into my facenow it was
lodged in my throat, stretching and ripping at my
throat muscles. I could not breath. I was sure I would
die. The cock was down twelve inches into my gullet.
How could any girl take this? I wondered. The pain was
horrible, but the humiliation worse. The prick expanded
and throbbed and I felt it moving in my neck. I put one
hand to my neck and actually felt the big nigger dick
from the outside of my neck. His pubic hair was thick
and stank of sweat and black boy sexual smell. I was
being face fucked by a sixteen year old nigger and
couldn’t do anything about it. Jesus, what was
happening to me and what would become of my life?
Then he came! It seemed like gallons of thick white
nigger sperm. It poured down my throat like glue, then
he pulled back and it filled my mouth. It felt like
wallpaper paste or oatmeal. It backed up into my nasal
passages and I started to snort nigger cum.
He laughed and pulled out and shot three more spurts of
dicksnot all over my face. Then he milked the dick of
the last drops of his cock cream and wiped his dickhead
in my hair. He leaned down over me smiling and then
spit three huge gobs right into my face.
“We will continue this tomorrow. Don’t try to skip
school, or tell anyone about us, or you will be very
sorry. I got lots of friends who are a whole lot
rougher than me.”
He stood up and stuffed his black hose back into his
pants which he pulled up and buttoned.
“I gotta go to practice now. And I bet I get an A on
the quiz tomorrow, huh?” He put one large foot on my
face and pressed down, almost breaking my nose. “Say
hello to yo pretty wife for me. Oh and tomorrow, don’t
wear any underwear under your pants. It will save
time.” And then he was gone.
But my nightmare was just starting…
To be continued?
Black Student a Gay Bdsm Sex Story
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
***
A male teacher is threatened by a black student and
ends up becoming his sexual slave. (Mm-teen, nc, rp,
1st-gay-expr, oral, bd, huml, intr)
***
How a life can change in an instant. Everything one
thought and believed can be shattered on the rocks of
an uncharted coast of a new experience. Here I was, a
happy English teacher, twenty-five years old with a
lovely wife and a five-year old daughter. I was
teaching in a good urban school, considered something
of a boy-genius by my colleagues, respected by parents,
and loved by most of my students. And then one fateful
day, everything changed because of Jesse Coulter.
It was right after school, and I was seated at my desk
correcting some papers when I noticed his lanky sixteen
year old form standing before me. Jesse and I had not
gotten along, did not get along well at all. That’s
because he was a very lazy teenage boy. He got through
high school thus far on his basketball skills, and most
other teachers seemed to turn a blind eye on the fact
that he was charming them with his skill on the court
and his million dollar smile. He didn’t like English
Class. I guess it clashed with his “street jargon.”
Hell, he didn’t like schoolwork of any kind. What he
did like was fucking every girl he could get his large
black hands on. And from what I heard around school, it
wasn’t just large black hands that won the young white
girls over. Talk was he was endowed like a horse.
I mean, I knew several teachers who visited the boys’
locker room just to verify the rumor. These were
straight teachers. And the report they gave was that
the rumor was correct. The handsome black boy got on
well with other students, but they all treated him with
some kind of special respect, like he was untouchable,
above them in some way. In the lunch room for example,
when he came to a table, other kids would move aside,
or even leave if he told them to.
Now, handsome, black, Jesse Coulter stood before my
desk. He should have been playing basketball, and I was
the reason he wasn’t.
“You get me benched?” He asked with a thick, husky,
masculine voice.
“No Jesse, you got yourself benched. You didn’t hand in
the last two homework assignments, and you failed the
last three tests.”
He stood up talker, straightening his shoulders which
usually slouched. “I been busy.”
I looked up at him. He was handsome, I had to say that
for him. So dark with flashing teeth.
“Too busy to do your schoolwork? Then maybe you need a
break from basketball.”
“You know the school never go for that. I the star of
the school.”
“Not this week. Not until you get those assignments in
and do better on the check tests.”
“Fuck that.”
I snapped up. I could feel the heat of anger rising
from my reddening face.
“Don’t you speak that way to me!”
Suddenly I was standing in front of him. I could smell
his musk. He was about my height, but only sixteen. His
strong face had an arrogance about it that was
intimidating.
“Look, teach, how the fuck can I take time out to
study, when I got to play basketball and fuck half the
white pussy in the school?”
I was speechless. I just stood there.
“An, then there’s all them female teachers in the
school like Miss Mortenson who need my big black dick.
And all them faggot teachers too.”
“That is enough. I want you out of here and down to the
office. Now!
His eyes burned cold, the white around the cornea clear
and ivory.
“Listen, Asswipe. You think I gonna let one cocksucking
teacher fuck up my position here at the school? Shit, I
already offered two scholarships to good colleges, and
I only a sophomore. You the one who is gonna get on
board here and learn some respect for a black star like
me!”
And with that, he slapped me. He drew back one large
black hand and slapped my face, hard. My head spun. I
had never experienced anything like it in my life. I
grant you, I am not a very physical person, although I
do swim at the gym to keep a fairly good body. I am not
into sports, and prefer Faulkner to Football. And this
teenage black boy had just slapped me. I reached out to
grab a fistful of his t-shirt, but he slapped my hands
away as easily as swatting a fly. Then he grabbed my
jaw in one large hand.
“We gonna do some extra-curricular work here with me as
the teacher and you as the student. We gonna teach you
how to respect the black man!” He almost lifted me off
the floor by the one hand on my face. Then with his
other hand he grabbed my crotch. He grabbed my balls.
“Shit, don’t feel like you got much down here. Like
most white boys, all talk and no fuck! How the fuck do
you please your wife? Suck pussy all the time?” He
squeezed harder and harder, until I was sure I was
ruined for life and the room began to spin around me.
Then he dropped me to the floor. I heard it before I
saw anything. I heard him lower the zipper on his baggy
jeans.
This could not be happening. There had been something
in between I missed. Some gap in events that explained
all of this. I was on the floor, my necktie twisted
around my shoulder, my trousers wrinkled, and my balls
throbbing and sending shooting pain up through my body.
I was looking up at a tall, lanky, punk of a nigger who
was unzipping his pants. I use that word carefully. I
know its full destructive power. To me, at that moment,
Jesse Coulter descended from an African American to a
Nigger. But I didn’t have time to feel proud of my
linguistic decision. I tried to scramble away, but he
placed one large size thirteen tennis shoe on my body
to hold me still.
“You know my record here at the school?” He asked,
smiling and fishing in his open fly. “You know I
already fucked six little white sluts pregnant?” I
couldn’t believe that was truesurly the school
wouldn’t hide such a thing just to keep us number one
in basketball? Would they? “I gonna show you what they
all love. Why they keep coming back for more. Why Mr.
Hample and Mr. Louis drool every time I walk past.
He grew frustrated trying to fish his prick out of his
baggy pants, so he cursed and ripped open the waist
button and let pants and boxer shorts drop to the
floor.
I have to say, I have never seen anything like it on
man or boy. I’ve heard that there are photos of such
things on the internet, but I don’t go to those places.
Jesse Coulter stood there with his pants puddle around
his feet, and my lying between his spread legs. Over me
hung the largest dick I have ever seen in my life. Mine
is six inches hard, and I have been told that is
average, for a white guy anyway. This dick wasn’t even
hard and must have hung eight inches. It was as thick
as a beer can. And under it hung two low slung balls,
each one the size of a hard boiled egg. It was
freakish. No woman could ever even take such a prick, I
felt certain.
“You gonna like this dick, Mr. Sutton. You gonna learn
to love it a whole lot. When I finish with you, you
gonna give me an A in English, just because you love
this dick so much. You gonna want my dick more than
your wife’s pussy. You gonna want it like a heroin
addict needs a fix. You gonna be nigger dick crazy!”
His talk was crazybut I was in no position to argue. I
had always been completely straight, never ever
entertaining gay or bisexual thoughts. I was open
minded about gays and believed in gay rights, but I was
notgay.
He sat down on my chest, and his fat prick dragged
across my shirtfront, leaking something from the
puckered foreskin onto me. The shaft of the nigger
prick was thick and wrinkled and the foreskin long
completely closing over the cockhead. The puckered
foreskin flesh at the tip looked like an asshole or
something. The he pumped the gigantic hunk of fuckmeat
and the foreskin drew back over the huge purple
cockhead. It looked the size of a plum with a wide
pisshole leaking pre cum. I was in shock.
The nigger cock grew to almost a foot in length. It was
the most awesome thing I have ever seen in my life. He
started to rub the leaking dickhead all over my face. I
tried to turn my head away, but he slapped the fuck out
of me, until I lay still and just let him play with my
face.
“I gonna mark you, like an animal marks his territory.
You never gonna get the smell of my dick off yo face.
You gonna smell my cocksnot all the time, even when you
fucking that bitch of yo’s.” He covered my entire face
with pre cummy nose and eyes and lips. I started to
gag and he slapped me again. Hard.
“You never show disrespect to a black man’s cock. You
always welcome it, no matter who the black man is. You
got that, Cuntface?” He made a fist and would have
punched me right in the face if I hadn’t agreed. Then
he told me to open my mouth. I knew what was coming and
that it would change my life forever. I opened my
mouth. He yelled for me to open it wider. I did and he
rested his enormous purple dickhead on my lower lip. It
dribbled cockslop into my mouth like a leaking faucet.
“I gonna fuck yo ass of course, but not till later in
the week. You my bitch now, and you keep your asspussy
and mouth available for me any time, night or day. But
I ain’t got time today, cause I gots to go to
basketball practice. And I going, ain’t I? He lifted
his huge dick and started to slap my face with it. Pre-
fuck sprayed the area around my face. My lips were
sticky with his pre-cum. His dick was like a giant club
and it hurt badly when it thunked into my face.
“Yesyes” I cried. “You can go, just leave me alone.”
“Leave you alone? No way, girlyboy. You is my ho now. I
gots lots of fun stuff planned fo you and me. But fo
now, I just gonna blow some nice nigger sperm into your
mouth and you gonna swallow like a nice cockhog.” I was
crying pretty heavily now and trying to tell him I
wasn’t gay, and please don’t do this to me, but it was
already too late. He had his dick in my mouth and was
fucking my face like it was a young white virgin cunt.
He humped my face, leaning his body up and over my
head, slamming balls deep so his big nuts thumped on
me. His legs stretched and I raised one hand to his
large muscular tight globular ass. His ass skin was
smooth and I felt the deep ass crack. He grunted and
pushed more and more dick into my facenow it was
lodged in my throat, stretching and ripping at my
throat muscles. I could not breath. I was sure I would
die. The cock was down twelve inches into my gullet.
How could any girl take this? I wondered. The pain was
horrible, but the humiliation worse. The prick expanded
and throbbed and I felt it moving in my neck. I put one
hand to my neck and actually felt the big nigger dick
from the outside of my neck. His pubic hair was thick
and stank of sweat and black boy sexual smell. I was
being face fucked by a sixteen year old nigger and
couldn’t do anything about it. Jesus, what was
happening to me and what would become of my life?
Then he came! It seemed like gallons of thick white
nigger sperm. It poured down my throat like glue, then
he pulled back and it filled my mouth. It felt like
wallpaper paste or oatmeal. It backed up into my nasal
passages and I started to snort nigger cum.
He laughed and pulled out and shot three more spurts of
dicksnot all over my face. Then he milked the dick of
the last drops of his cock cream and wiped his dickhead
in my hair. He leaned down over me smiling and then
spit three huge gobs right into my face.
“We will continue this tomorrow. Don’t try to skip
school, or tell anyone about us, or you will be very
sorry. I got lots of friends who are a whole lot
rougher than me.”
He stood up and stuffed his black hose back into his
pants which he pulled up and buttoned.
“I gotta go to practice now. And I bet I get an A on
the quiz tomorrow, huh?” He put one large foot on my
face and pressed down, almost breaking my nose. “Say
hello to yo pretty wife for me. Oh and tomorrow, don’t
wear any underwear under your pants. It will save
time.” And then he was gone.
But my nightmare was just starting…
To be continued?
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