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Author: Bttm Collins
Henry slumped down on the seat on the top deck of the London bus. He was relieved the school day had finished and he was finally on his way home. At 17 he only had this one school year to go before he could turn his back on school for good. The school was located in Peckham, south London, a predominantly black neighbourhood. As a nerdy white boy he never quite fitted in, often teased by the other boys for wearing his school uniform correctly, for being studious, and for being quiet and shy. Short for his age and slim, the black boys seemed to tower over him and always appeared naturally well built. Henry felt intimidated by his classmates and they sensed it.
Henry looked down out the window as the bus pulled away from outside the school. The pavements were crowded, full of noisy groups of teenagers spilling out from school and dispersing in all directions. As the bus chugged on down the road, Henry pulled out a book from his school bag - reading was a passion, an escape from reality.
As the bus approached the next stop Henry looked out and saw Tyrone and his group of friends waiting.
"Oh no!" Henry thought to himself as he slunk away from the window. He hated Tyrone and his friends. They always caused trouble in class, being disruptive and bullying kids - including Henry. Tyrone was never without his three friends, who did whatever he asked of them. Knowing Tyrone's gang would soon be boarding the bus, Henry hid himself behind his book.
The bus doors flung open as the passengers piled onboard. Henry's leg shook nervously hearing the boys stomp up the stairs to the top deck. He covered his face with his book, pretending to read and hoping they wouldn't notice him.
"Yo, check it out, fam," Tyrone said as he slid up next to Henry. "It's that faggot wasteman I was talking about."
Tyrone's friends laughed as they sat down. Two perched on the seats in front, facing backwards and looking down at Henry. The other boy sat on the seat behind him. Henry was surrounded by Tyrone and his gang. Their grinning smiles filled Henry with dread.
Tyrone and his friends were all 18, and as members of the school's football team they had well-defined athletic bodies. Tyrone was popular, especially with the girls, due to his handsome looks and confident personality. His white school shirt was always untucked, with his school tie draped casually around his neck. The knot loosened, hung with effortless charm, a symbol of his nonchalant demeanor. With a mischievous grin, he left the top button of his shirt undone, a rebellious nod of defiance to the school's dress code. Tyrone wore his sagging trousers as a statement of individuality and bravado, with the glimpse of his boxers worn tight on his muscular butt drawing disapproving glances from his teachers.
"Yo, what's with the book, faggot?" Tyrone demanded, grabbing it from Henry. He flicked through the pages, then scoffed, "Man, you ain't never gonna score with a girl reading this shite," tossing the book disdainfully to the floor.
Henry kept quiet, not wanting to engage or provoke the older boys. He looked at his watch, eager to get home and away from them.
"Ay, you got plans?" Tyrone threw out as he noticed Henry looking at the time, "Cuz it seemed like you was tryna kick it with me mad early." He chuckled, turning to his friends.
Henry blushed, turning bright red knowing what Tyrone was referring to.
"I was in the changing room after sports, innit, and this wasteman's clocking me while I'm getting changed. Man's proper eyeballing my junk, weren't you faggot?"
"Eww! Batty man" snarled the boy sitting behind, pushing the back of Henry's head in disdain.
The boy seated directly in front of Henry gave him a menacing glare, kissing his teeth as he assessed the white boy from head to toe. Staring directly into Henry's eyes, the black youth spat on the floor to express his disgust.
While the four boys intimidated Henry, his mind cast back to the moment earlier in the day that Tyrone was referring to. It was the end of the sports class, and most of the boys had finished changing back into their school uniforms, leaving to get to their next class. Tyrone stood opposite Henry on the other side of the room.
Tyrone was handsome. The black teenager's strong jawline and wide sculpted nose exuded masculinity and an air of dominance. The healthy glow of his smooth skin along with his deep ebony eyes captivated attention. And then there were his lips, full and inviting, with a natural curve that appeared tailor-made for his charming grin. His bright white teeth always shone whenever he laughed and smiled.
Tyrone removed his football shirt, revealing his smooth athletic body. His youthful frame, still developing, held promise in its every sinew and curve. His skin, a rich mahogany, glistened with sweat. Though not yet fully formed, his muscles hinted at the potential for greatness, a raw power waiting to be unleashed. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waistline. He bent down as he removed his shorts, stepping out of them. Henry gazed intently at the black beauty, who now wore only tight white boxers. Henry's bit his lip as focused on the bulge in the black teenager's underwear, the dark of the meat visible through the thin white fabric. He wasn't erect, yet the outline showed he was a hung young bull. This is when Tyrone noticed Henry staring at him. Henry remembered the older boy shouting some insult, making him instantly cower, turning around in embarrassment.
Henry continued to watch from the corner of his eye, seeing Tyrone wrap a towel around his waist and then removing his boxers before heading to the showers.
snap! snap! Henry startled as he broke from his daydreaming to Tyrone snapping his figures in front of his face.
"Yo, check it, this dude be droolin' over my goods again," Tyrone called out. "You eyein' this, fag?" he threw out, grabbing his cock through his school trousers and wriggling it. Henry looked down and could see the outline of the black teenager's cock extending down the inside of his thigh as Tyrone shook it.
Henry quickly looked away, to the laughter of the boys teasing him. He then felt a large hand grab the top of his head. Then being forced to turn back to face Tyrone. It was one of the boys sitting opposite that was holding his head tightly.
As he faced Tyrone again he was struck by the sight. Tyrone had unzipped his school trousers and had pulled his dick out. The dark meat protruded out of his trousers, firm, solid and confident. Unashamed in its public exposure the African cock affirmed its authority, demanding respect. Tyrone owned the situation and would soon own this white teenager.
Henry gasped at the intimidating black dick. It must have been at least 8 inches, and thick too. The teen was not only shocked by the size of the big black cock, but the full public display of Tyrone's manhood. The dark meat a symbol of raw masculinity, not afraid to be exposed. Henry squirmed to look away, trying to shift the grip of the other black youth.
"Yo, don't disrespect me boy" Tyrone spat, as the other two boys grabbed Henry's head. They weren't laughing now. Tyrone and the other boys all looked seriously and intently at the white teen. The three firmly held the young boy, and with a nod from Tyrone they forced Henry down towards the dominant male's manhood.
Henry had never done a sexual act on anyone before. He never even kissed or touched someone. He was a complete virgin, innocent and pure. Unspoiled except no longer. And Tyrone knew it. He knew Henry was a virgin, and what better way to assert his authority over the white boy than to stick his black dick down the teen's innocent young mouth. Tyrone smiled as the lips of the white youth were forced open by his thick head. He enjoyed opening up white boys with his thick African meat. This is how all white boys should be from an early age, with an alpha's manhood inside them, subservient to their black masculinity, and made into a bitch for real men. For black kings.
Tyrone lay back, groaning as his gang forced Henry down on his dick. Henry gagged as he took the full length of the black pole, his mouth stretched wide open. Two of the boys let go, leaving the other in control, forcing Henry up and down Tyrone's cock.
"Enjoying that boy?" Tyrone smiled in pleasure, the white boy's wet mouth naturally made to be used.
Henry was forced ever quicker up and down the black meat. The cock bruising the back of his throat, and straining his mouth. His eyes were watering as he struggled, gagging and choking on the dark meat. Tears streamed down the teen's pale cheeks. Tyrone leaned back with his hands behind his head, grinning at the sight of the white teen being pushed up and down his cock by his friend. He took pleasure in seeing the pathetic white boy gagging, slurping and choking as he struggled to accommodate the thick black dick. Henry's whining and attempt to resist only supuring Tyrone on.
"Yo" Tyrone said to his friend, giving him a look. He immediately knew what that meant, and let go of Henry's head. Henry coughed in relief as he pulled away from the glistening dick. Tyrone's manhood now shone with the saliva from the teen''s mouth.
Despite being roughly handled, Henry had enjoyed Tyrone's cock. He had fantasied about the older boy before, attracted to Tyrone's manliness and handsome face. Henry looked up at Tyrone, his youthful black beauty, and his desire to kiss those lips. Tyrone just looked down and grinned. Henry reasoned to himself that to kiss someone so handsome as this king, he needed to serve him, and hopefully earn his respect. Only then would he be able to taste the thick supple lips of the black alpha. Recognising this, Henry began to suck Tyrone's cock, licking the bulbous head, and down the long thick shaft.
"What did I tell you, lads, these white boys serve us. And they enjoy it" Tyrone had fucked girls before, but nothing beat dominating a white boy with the power and toxic masculine energy it gave. Henry's young soft pink lips felt like a girl's pussy, demonstrating how they are made for black cock, and the reason why they're called pussy-bois.
Tyrone then suddenly grabbed Henry's hair and pulled the boy up. As Henry looked up, Tyrone spat in his face. "Know your place faggot".
He pushed Henry back all the way down his cock.The thick black meat was now ball deep down the boy's throat. Grabbing the teen with both hands began to rapidly fuck the teen's mouth. Henry squirmed, but was held in place by Tyrone's strong large hands. The other three boys hollered and laughed at Henry's fate, encouraging Tyrone on. The young black buck didn't need encouraging as his aggressively fucked the boy's mouth. His black dick thrusted hard into Henry's mouth. Henry cried at the relentless assault. But Tyrone just grinned as he raped and abused the teen. Egged on by the sound of the other boys continuing to jeer at the white boy's humiliation.
"Yo, this is how you handle a white batty boy. You need to assert your dominance over them so they know to respect you". Tyrone spoke to his gang, his leadership mentoring his young friends.
The commotion had caught the attention of a few passengers sitting nearby; two girls in Henry's year, and an ethnic Pakistani man. The girls sneered and sniggered, pointing at Henry's humiliation. The Pakistani man looked in disgust at Henry, though as he returned to reading his newspaper, a smirk crept across his face. Henry felt humiliated, yet he was enjoying it too, having the young black buck take charge and assert his manhood over him. Finally given the chance to taste Tyrone's impressive African meat.
It wasn't long before Tyrone started to heave, his body tightened, and his meat pulsate as the blood rushed to make the black cock even harder.
"Ready for my nutt boy"
Grunting deeply, Tyrone shot thick loads of his nutt inside Henry's violated mouth. The solid black cock exploded down the teen's throat, filling up the innocent boy with his creamy load. Tyrone took charge of his dick, grabbing his young cock and wanking himself, feeding more of his seed to the eager white faggot. Henry swallowed as much as he could, licking up any that escaped down the glistening black rod. Tyrone's warm boy juice coated his fingers, which Henry quickly sucked clean. The three other boys laughed and shouted insults "white faggot!", "fucking pussy-boi!", "batty boy!".
Tyrone quickly put his dick away, shoving Henry away from him and pushing him against the window. He was done with the white faggot. He'd served his purpose - for now. As the bus pulled up at the next stop, the gang collected their things and took off. Tyrone grabbed Henry's face tightly, forcing his mouth open. He spat a thick globule of spit in the teen's mouth as one last assertion of his black masculinity over the white boy.
The gang quickly left the bus, leaving Henry alone at the back of the bus. It was silent now, but he could hear the four of them laughing outside, giving Tyrone high fives. Henry felt used, and yet his own cock was rock hard. He discreetly wiped his cock out and jerked himself off, thinking about Tyrone's dick and savouring the older boy's creamy nutt in his mouth. He came quickly, shooting his cum onto the floor of the bus.
As the bus continued down the road, Henry looked out the window as Tyrone and his friends walked away. He had his first taste of black cock and black masculinity and he wanted more.
ENDS