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BLACK BODYBUILDERS (by Skorpio)

Bobby Whitmore was a 36 year old white guy married
with two daughters, who had a secret fascination for
Black bodybuilders.  There was a time during his
adolescence when Bobby masturbated to photos of
classic physiques such as Jesse Stonewall, Gordon Van
Sertima, Frank Satchell, David Johns, and others that
he saw in magazines.  For years Bobby tried to
suppress this attraction, but it stirred whenever he
espied a well-built Black man in tight fitting
clothes.

Bobby joined the gym to be around Black men.  Most of
the members were Black between the ages of eighteen
and forty.  Bobby observed how nonchalantly they
strolled naked through the locker room, while white
guys modestly concealed themselves.  Bobby wasn't a
bad looking guy, but he was on the scrawny side with
love handles and an embarrassing five inch penis.

Struggling with light bench presses on the Nautilus,
Bobby watched with envy and awe as Black Men his age
and younger grunted over heavy iron weights.  Their
perfect bodies made him feel inferior and that in turn
awakened his submissive nature.  He wished that he was
built like them, but knew he lacked both the genetics
and discipline to improve upon his inadequacies.

The weight room smelled liked funky armpits or a
sweat-soaked jockstrap.  Bobby knew nothing about the
effective power of pheromones; otherwise he might have
understood why the musky aroma of African sweat glands
made his senses swim.  In other words, you could smell
the testosterone, and if you were female or white,
that aroma alone possessed a certain influence.

Meanwhile, in the sauna sat four muscular brothas on
wooden benches with white cotton towels loosely draped
across their loins.  Marcus, Charles, Tee, and Thomas
were in their mid-twenties and had been lifting
together since high school.  They all had shaved heads
and smooth, hairless bodies.  Their physiques seemed
so much alike that they could have been quadruplets.
Each had a slender 29 inch waist with bulging 18 inch
arms, massive 50 inch chests and fiercely rippled abs.


As steam filled the tiny room, their idle conversation
drifted from sports to women and before long Marcus
was bragging about two white girls he screwed a few
nights ago.  After Marcus described their activities
in graphic detail, all four men experienced
spontaneous erections.

Charles ripped away his towel and revealed his nine
inch dick hard as steel sticking straight up. "See
what you done!" he joked.

Tee and Thomas removed their towels too, exposing
their own raging hard-ons.   They had all seen one
another hard before at one time or another.  There
wasn't anything queer about that.  A stiff dick was
just a fact of life, that's all.

Marcus remarked, "Remember when we was kids and used
to jerk off together watching my dad's porno movies?"

"Yeah, that was back in the day," Charles recalled.
"We're grown now. I can't remember the last time I
touched myself."

"Me, neither," agreed Tee. "Ain't no need now we all
got bitches."

Thomas said, "I wouldn't mind having a bitch go down
on my shit right now."

"Amen!" testified Charles. "If they opened this gym up
to shorties, maybe we could get a little head after
working out."

That was when 32 year old Bobby Whitmore opened the
door to the sauna and stepped inside.  The door closed
behind him before he realized he was in the midst of
four naked Black Men joking about their throbbing
cocks.

Bobby was shirtless and wore red baggy trunks. He felt
very small and helpless in their presence. He didn't
even see their faces. All he observed were four Black
phalluses sticking upright.

"Just what the doctor ordered," laughed Marcus,
grabbing his long, thick dick with both hands.

"I'm sorry," said Bobby timidly. "I should go....  "

"Nah, sit yo' white ass down," said Tee, aggressively.
 This was not a friendly suggestion.

"Better yet," Thomas asserted, "Get down on yo knees
and say Ahhhh!"

"Yah, you heard da man," growled Charles. "Say, let us
hear you say: Ahhhh!"

It was as if the four friends had the same idea at the
same time. Bobby stepped back, but Tee stood up and
pushed Bobby to the floor. The whiteboy crumpled at
once under Tee's strength.

"We gonna get our dicks sucked!" Tee announced.  "You
gotta suck dick if you wanna get out of here in one
piece, cracker!"

"That's right, bitch!" Thomas joined in. "Open up your
fuckin' mouth!"

Bobby parted his lips to protest but got bitch slapped
by a heavy black hand.  He didn't see who struck him.
He tasted blood.  He was on his knees, looking up at
four muscular Black men with their swollen members
dangling in his face in his face so close that he
could smell them..

Bobby longed to press his face into the closest crotch
and inhale its musk. At the same he was deeply
ashamed.  He thought of his pretty wife and wished he
was safe at home with her.  He thought of his kids and
wondered what they would think if they saw their dad
being face-raped by four Black bulls.

Worse, what would his kids think if they knew their
dad actually enjoyed it???

Nonetheless, Bobby wanted to suck Black cock.

Marcus was first to drive his thick uncut dick into
the whiteboy's open mouth.  Bobby choked as the
throbbing cylinder of ebony flesh forced its way into
his tight throat.  Marcus steadied Bobby's head with
one hand and drove his cock with short thrusts
repeatedly into the whiteboy's warm, wet esophagus.

For fifteen minutes Marcus skull-raped Bobby until his
cock exploded like a cannon. Bobby swallowed every
ounce of sperm.

Charles was next, reclining on the wooden bench while
Tee forced the whiteboy's mouth down on Charles'
chunky meat. With Tee's hands pressing his shoulders
Bobby had no choice but to deep throat Charles's
pulsating pipe. The 36 year old struggled helplessly.

"Suck my dick, old man," said Charles. "You're Daddy's
little head-master!  There you go.  Suck it like that,
freak!  Yah, suck it good."

Bobby sucked greedily until Charles spurted hot
lava-gobs of African soul onto Bobby's face.

"Oh, yahh," crowed Charles.  "I always knew whitey was
good for something!"   Charles really hated
caucasians.  He loved seeing his sperm splash the
whiteboy's face.

"Hell, yahh," said Marcus. "Whiteboys are only good
for one thang!" This was met with raucous agreement.
Deep down, they all hated whitey.

Raping Bobby's mouth was as much political
satisfaction as sexual.  Some experts say that rape is
not a sexual act, but one of power and cruelty.  In
this case, it was both.

"This is what you was born for, faggot!" laughed Tee
out loud.   "Now get to suckin'. You gonna love my
nutt!"

By the time Tee and Thomas released their fiery sperm
into the cracker's eager mouth, Marcus was ready to go
again.  Each brotha came once more, their second loads
no less volcanic than their first.

Bobby gagged on the thick, sticky, hot cum.  The spicy
flavor of African sperm haunted him for the rest of
his life.

Crumpled on the floor of the hot sauna, Bobby
overheard these parting remarks:

"Man, we gots to do this again some time."

"Yahh, that pussy loved this shit. Took it like a real
ho."

"What did you expect from a cracker?"

"Always heard crackers are cocksuckers."

"It's da truth, yo!"

"Did you see how scared that bitch was?"

"Man, yahh, that was sweet."

"We should've put a hurtin' on his punk ass. I wanna
hear the bitch holla."

"Make his white ass beg for mercy!"

"Next time, y'all."

"You think his booty as tight as his mouth?"

"Only one way to find out!"

"See ya next time, faggot!"

"Yahhh, next time yo ass will get fucked!"

Alone at last, Bobby reached into his shorts and
stroked his stiff five-inch pencil-penis.   He jerked
off on the floor of the sauna, aroused by their power
and magnificence, and he knew his life would never be
the same again.

Returning to his locker, Bobby found it vandalized.
The lock was broken and all his street clothes and
valuables were gone.  Bobby drove home in his red gym
shorts, wondering what explanation he would give to
his wife.

He never dared return to that particular gym, but from
that night on, the only way Bobby Whitmore could get
his little white dick hard enough to fuck his wife was
by fantasizing about the four Black bodybuilders who
raped his mouth.


THE END

(Source: eu.nifty.org)