Sam was frustrated as he left his doctor’s office. He had been humiliated. What was supposed to be a regular physical for his job turned into one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. The doctor had asked his permission if two interns could join his for the exam. Sam was already uncomfortable exposing himself before a stranger even if they were a doctor but before two younger interns was even worse.

But the lanky white man didn’t have much of a spine, so he agreed. In the middle of his procedure, one of the interns asked if the room was too cold. He hadn’t understood at first but after a moment realized she was concerned about the size of his dick. Same was far from endowed. If he was lucky on a good day, his dick might reach a full three inches hard but regularly it rested at a solid one inch hard just barely poking out of his body.

The other interned asked the doctor if it was normal for a man to have that small of a dick. The doctor reprimanded his choice of words but made sure to point out that Sam was a little below average. A little below average? Sam knew that was a lie. He had seen enough porn to know his dick was practically microscopic. Damn near every male he saw in porn and casual online videos from amateur creators were at least double to quadruple his size. Even a self-proclaimed faggot, whiteboiwife on twitter who had a four-inch hard dick made fun of his pathetic nub.

Sam shook his head, pulling himself back to reality. Where was he? Crap! He had passed up the parking lot, lost in thought.

His eyes darted nervously as he passed by the alley behind a local bar, The Dive. The doctor wasn’t in the best part of town, but that was all he could afford. Sam worked a crappy job and had no sense of confidence to actually shoot for anything better than the minimum.

While his one-inch penis was a source of constant ridicule online, he always felt like everyone could see his tiny dick and judged him for it. He wasn’t exactly wrong. While they couldn’t see his actual dick because it was covered up and the fact most people didn’t carrying a magnifying glasses with them, they could tell how inadequate he was based on his personality alone.

As he neared the alley, he heard deep, resonant laughs echoing from within. He peeked inside and saw two men, both towering and muscular, their dark skin glistening under the dim sun that cascaded between the brick building. One of the men wore a dingy tank top over loose-fitting jeans. The second, sporting a series of cornrows, was topless, leaning back against the brick, a cigarette in hand.

Minding his own business, the man continued on.

“You lost, white boy?” Jamal called out, his voice laced with amusement.

“Just passing through,” Sam stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. He hesitated just a moment too long. The two black men drew closer. The pale man with a petite frame and soft brown hair felt his body wanting to take off, but the beauty of the two men made him linger. He didn’t get much attention from men in general, let alone black men, so he wanted to eat it up while he could.

“Passing through, huh? You look like you’re up to something. We don’t often see little white boys like you around here.” Lamarr said, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“I was just at a doctor’s appointment down the road and passed the parking lot. I’ll be going now. Have a good day.” Sam’s amusement was suddenly being taken over by a sense of fear. While his Twitter account, SmelborpA was consumed with everything he would do to worship a black man, the reality was setting in.

“You look lost. Need some help finding your way?” One of the men cut off Sam’s path. The man stood tall in a loose tank top, his rich, deep brown skin glowing with a natural radiance. The smoothness of his complexion caught the light, emphasizing the contours of his muscular physique. His broad shoulders led to well-defined arms, visible beyond the sleeveless shirt, each muscle sculpted with power and precision. His every movement was assured with personal strength; his skin almost glowed, a perfect complement to his impressive, well-built body.

“I’m fine, thanks,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Trying to move past, the taller black man stepped in his way again. Sam’s heart was racing.

“Fine, huh?” Lamarr chuckled, his eyes roaming over Sam’s body. Sam tried not to look the man in the eyes as he didn’t want to heighten the situation. Instead, his eyes ran over the muscular form barely hidden beneath the thin tank top the man wore. He felt his tiny dick almost jump in his pants. “You look anything but fine, white boy. You got a tiny dick, and you walk like you’re scared of your own shadow.”

Sam was taken aback. Did the man just say what he thought he did.

“Wh.. wha… what?” Sam stumbled. He glanced over to the second shirtless man, who was throwing his cigarette bud to the ground and heading his way.

“Wh.. wha… what?” The man in front of him mocked and laughed.

“How… how did you…” Sam felt the words trying to come out of his mouth, “I’m sorry. I really need to go.” Again, he tried to move past, but the taller, thicker-framed black man wouldn’t allow it. Sam felt his heart racing.

“How what?” The tank top man tilted his head to get into Sam’s avoidant line of sight, “How did I know you have a tiny white dick?”

“Cause all white men have tiny dicks!” The second said allowed, causing the pair to laugh. Same man looked to the other man closing in on his. The shirtless black man stood confidently, his chiseled physique commanding attention. His abs were sculpted, each muscle defined with precision, forming a perfect six-pack that glistened under the light. His pectoral muscles were broad and firm, showcasing strength and dedication. Every flex reveals the power within, his toned torso a testament to discipline. His deep brown skin enhanced the contours of his body, highlighting every ridge and groove. His strong posture exuded confidence.

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s incredible build, but he had to get away from here. “Please, I just need to make it to my car.”

“Do you hear that, Lamarr, the little white boy is begging already!” The man with the tank top laughed at the frail, thin white man. Sam flushed, with his gaze cast downward in submission and fear.

“Already…” Sam mimicked, tears coming to his pathetic eyes, “Please… I don’t have anything… I just want to go home…”

Lamarr stepped closer, his massive cock straining against his jeans. “You know, Jamal, I think I caught this white boy checking out my chest?”

“No!” Sam protested, “I wasn’t! I swear. I… I just… I”

“Don’t be shy.” Jamal, the man in the tank top, shoved Sam’s chest slightly, knocking him back, “No white man can resist looking at our bodies. We have men, women, and bitch fags like you all over us, isn’t that right Lamar?”

“Hell yeah!” The second man agreed. Stepping closer, “You know what they say about black men, right?”

Sam swallowed hard. “That you’re superior….”

The pair of men laughed.

“And what else…” Jamal said, grabbing at his crotch. Sam couldn’t help but notice the massive rod that seemed to bouse underneath.

“That… that…” the white boy hesitated, “That you have massive dicks.”

Again, the pair laughed in unison. Sam felt beads of sweat beginning to run down the sides of his face and back. He just wanted to have a normal day. A simple easy, day at work, followed by his doctor’s appointment, and spending he evening slapping his useless dick and balls to black porn. If he was lucky enough whiteboiwife might be on and willing to make fun of his dick until he dribbled a small load into his hand.

“You wanna know if the rumors are true, faggot?” Jamal whispered. Sam felt his breath disappear. Was this man being serious or just making fun of him? He was used to being made the focus of everyone’s jokes. If he answered the way he wanted, would they beat the hell out of him? Even the idea of that made his tiny dick shake. Oh god, what if they killed him! Sam knew he couldn’t afford to miss work tomorrow.

“…yes…” The pathetic white man said so silently the pair could almost not hear him over the passing cars.

Jamal and Lamarr exchanged a glance, then grinned. “We’re going to show you what a real man looks like,” Jamal said, his voice low and dangerous. The man shoved Sam’s weak body back.

“Get in the alley, faggot!” Lamarr growled.

Sam looked around unsure of what to do. Should he run for it? Run where? He wasn’t even sure where his car was. He knew there was no way he could fight back against these men and survive. So instead, he obeyed and moved into the dimly lit alley.

The small area between the bar and an abandoned building smelled horrid. He wondered why the two men were even there to begin with. All that was back in the space was two large almost overflowing dumpsters, broken glass and planks of broken wood.

Before Sam could react, Jamal pinned him against the wall, his massive body towering over Sam. Without warning Jamal spat on his face. “You’re pathetic, what boy,” he spat. “Your dick is so small, it’s like a fucking pebble. Isn’t it?” Same muttered, confused and scared but his fantasies turned reality, “I asked you a question, faggot!”

Sam’s heart pounded in his chest, but he refused to show fear.

“Why don’t we see!” Lamarr laughed. Moving bast his friend he grabbed the sides of Sam’s pants and with one solid jerk pulled the pair down to the dirty ground. Stepping back the two black man took in the site of the pale body of the inferior homo. His body was slender and covered a very faint brown hair. Resting between his slender legs was the tiny nub of a dick sticking straight out at the two black men.

“Oh fuck!” Lamarr let out before be started laughing, “I have never in all my life seen a dick that small!”

“Even on a white bitch!” Jamal interjected. The hair roared as Sam stood there back flat against the wall unsure of what to do. His hear slammed against his chest. He was afraid of these men but even more afraid that someone else could come around the alley any moment.

Lamarr laughed. “Look at you, with that tiny little dick.” The man reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“No please, don’t!” Same begged but the taller black man didn’t listen. With a flash of his camera, he caught the man’s pale weak frame in phone. Sam felt his heart sink. He had posted tones of photos of his tiny dick online to be made fun of but never his face! The idea of his identity getting out associated with his shrimp dick was fun in fantasy but not here, not for real!

“You know what that tiny dick makes me want to do, Lamarr? Jamal said with a wicked sneer.

“What?” The man snapped another photo before putting his phone away.

“This!” With no warning Jamal swung his foot through the air. The heel of his sneakers slammed against Sam’s tiny dick and balls. The homo felt like he was going to hurl. Staggering to the left, Sam tripped over his pants and fell to the ground in pain. The two black men laughed. Sam watched in horror as Jamal’s foot came down against crushing his junk. He had beat his own balls countless times looking at black porn but never like this! Same tried to crawl away from the pair while his body shook in pain.

“Where you going faggot?” Lamarr cackled.

Sam didn’t know where he was going. There was no exit to the alley other than the way they came in. He could feel the gravel and broken pieces of glass cutting into his knees as he tried desperately to get away, to anywhere!

Jamal following after the wiggling faggot, his eyes gleaming with lust and hate. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” Again, his foot collided with Sam’s nuts. The frail white man screamed out in agony. “We’re going to have some fun with you, white boy!”

“I don’t even know how you can tell where to kick, his balls are practically nonexistent!” Lamarr pointed out. It was true. Sam’s dick was small but his balls were even smaller. The pair looked like they’d been removed years ago, the sack was practically shriveled against his body, and yet somehow were now red and swollen.

Jamal unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive penis. Sam swallowed hard, his eyes wide with fear and awe. The man’s black member hung almost down to his knees. It was everything he had imagined! The veins seemed to dance along the skin ended at the massive bulbous purple head. Even through his pain Sam was in amazement.

“Were doing this?” Lamarr looked to his friend who had already whipped his dick out. Sam’s head turned to the shirtless man who was now waiting to see a second monster be unleashed from captivity. The man’s fascination with black dick distracted him from Jamal’s foot collding with his nuts again.

“Oh fuck!” Same cried, a few tears ran down his face.

“Fuck dude you’re gonna fuck up any chance of him having kids!” Lamarr laughed and he unzip his belt buckled and began unzipping his pants.

“Who would want to reproduce with this sad excuse of a man?” The taller black man laughed as he began to stoke his dick, “Besides do we need these white fuckers producing more?”

“Fair point.” Lamarr agreed.

Sam’s eyes were hazy with tears but he could still see the incredible black dick emerge from the man’s jeans. Almost the same size as Jamal’s, Lamarr’s cock was much fatter and uncut. Sam felt his mouth watering. Was this happening?

“Suck it,” Jamal commanded. Moving over to the shriveled-up man on the ground. Sam hesitated only for a moment waiting to wake up from this dream but he was still on the dank alley ground covered in dirt and small streams of blood from the gravel and glass. Jamal grabbed him by the hair and pulled him. “On your knees, bitch.” Sam complied, his heart pounding in his chest.

Sam couldn’t believe his eyes. The incredible black snake and grown in size. It was at least 12 inches. The faggot, took the sight and smell in, intoxicated by both. He couldn’t believe these two beautiful specimens of male were abusing him. Him! Sam’s fear was overcome with joy to be so lucky.

The white man leaned in taking the head of the massive log into his mouth. Oh fuck! The taste, the mask, clearly Jamal hadn’t taken a shower any time recently. Oh, but Sam dicked care. He tried his best to impale himself on the black meat as far down as he could.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jamal groaned, holding Sam’s head in place. “Take it all, white boy!” Sam gagged as Jamal thrust deeper, but he kept going, determined to please the black god. He felt Lamarr kicking gravel at his tiny dick that did nothing but point out from his pale skin.

“Goddamn, this thing is tiny!” Lamarr laughed. “But it sure is hard… I think”

Sam moaned around Jamal’s cock, his body trembling with arousal. He was in awe. He had never gotten the chance to suck a black dick before. While his days and nights were filled with fantasies, he was too pathetic to try to reach out to real man offline. And now the heavens had blessed him with not one but two massive black dicks. Suddenly Sam was ripped from Jamal’s dick. Desperately he tried to bring his head back causing the two superior men to laugh.

“My turn!” Lamarr shouted. Giving Sam no time to process the situation, Lamarr had already shoved his uncut dick into the man’s mouth, “Suck it, white boy!”

Sam put more of Lamarr’s fat cock in his mouth in an attempt to comply, his gag reflexes taking over. The sheer enormity of it stretched his lips to their limit, and he could feel the veins and the heat overtake his senses. He had never encountered anything like this! Lamarr couldn’t get as much of his dick down his throat due to the overwhelming girth. Sam’s eyes widened as he gazed up at the black man. Lamarr chucked as spat at him.

In order to give Sam time to catch his breath, Lamarr pulled out. Before he could object, the Jamal pushed his cock back down the white man’s throat after he coughed and choked. “Faggot, that’s it. You’re doing well!”

“I wasn’t done!” Lamarr growled at his friend. Jamal simply laughed.

Sam’s eyes were tearing as he glanced up at Jamal. Despite the pain, he could feel his own nub bouncing. Even though it was wrong, it felt so wonderful! As the dark manhood fucked at Cooper’s neck, he whimpered around it. As the taller man threatened to kill him, the white man moaned loudly. “White boy, do you like that? Do you enjoy having my black dick down your throat? The man didn’t wait for an answer. He started power housing Sam’s throat like a pussy after positioning the white man’s head horizontally. Same felt like his neck was about to break, but what a way to go!

“Give me some of that throat before you kill the son of a bitch!” Lamarr shoved his friend. Jamal rolled his eyes before pulling of the man. Sam flailed and gasped for air. He knew what was coming next.

“You see the power of a black dick?” Lamarr laughed. Again, his cock moved beyond his lips. Sam stared up at him, speechless, his throat still struggling to clear as the next cock conquered his mouth. Sam was again left flailing on a massive black rod.

“I was with a girl once with a clit bigger than this shriveled dick!” Jamals said looking down at the pathetic white dicklette. “Look at this shrimp dick and you think the white race has any chance of surviving,” he cackled. Suddenly Jamal’s shoe collided with his dick. Same felt his entire body tense up.

“Fuck yeah!” Lamarr shouted, his dick buried in the man’s throat, “Do that shit again!”

Jamal was more than willing. Kicking Sam’s balls and shriveled dick the white man cried around the massive black rod invading his body. Was this really what he wanted! Sam wepped as Lamarr grabbed the sides of his head and forced as much od his dick down Sam’s throat as he possibly could. The pathetic white man couldn’t find any air as his fingers dug into Lamarr’s thighs. This man was going to kill him! Though his darkening vision he could feel Jamal’s foot continuing to slam into what remained of his dick.

“That’s it, faggot,” Lamarr encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “Take it all. Show us what you can do!” Sam looked at them in horror. They didn’t care if they left his cold limp body in that alley! He was scared beyond words. Despite the fear coursing through his veins, Sam did his best, his mouth stretching wide around Lamarr’s penis. If this was how he was going to die he wanted to go out being the best dick sucker he could!

Jamal groaned, from the sidelines, stroking his massive black tool in his hands. “You’re a natural, fuck wad!” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Same pushed as Lamarr’s thick thighs but the man was unrelenting. This was it. Sam felt his body convulsing in a desperate attempt to survive. It was as if every cell in his body was screaming for air and yet his tongue was still swirling around the massive rod of flesh in this throat. The poor white man felt his consciousness began to slip. Just before his world went dark Lamarr pulled his cock from the man’s throat.

Sam fell over on the ground writhing on the dirt. Jamal and Lamarr laughed as they looked down at the pathetic man. Gasping for air Sam’s arm reached out for something, anything to pull himself back into reality. His body heaved, breathlessly and he began to shift his body towards the entry of the alley. All his ideas and fantasies hadn’t prepared him for this, He knew whiteboiwife would be cackling at his misery.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Jamal landed a kick right into his already swollen crotch. Sam cried out, a mix of saliva, puke, and snot escaping his face as he fell forward.

“Now let’s see what else your pathetic body can handle!” Lamarr shouted. His voice echoed off the alley walls, seeming to encase them all.

When Sam was exposed in the alley he didn’t want a simple sole to pass by and see his humiliation but now he found himself begging for someone to find them!

“Help…” He muttered allowed

“Help.” Jamal mocked with a laugh, “No ones helping your pathic ass!” the tall black man leaned over grabbing Sam by the hair. He pulled Sam to his feet and bent him over a nearby broken wooden palette. Sam braced himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Look at that hole!” Lamarr grabbed one of Sam’s pale cheeks and spread them. What was probably once a tiny pink slit was now a swollen pink puff of flesh. Jamal looked to Lamarr, shaking his head.

“This pathetic white boy has been pretending he can’t take dick this entire time when he’s clearly been cramming whatever he can find up his fuck hole any chance he gets!” The black man expressed. Sam groaned over the wooden boards. They weren’t necessarily wrong. While he’d never gotten dicked down by a black man before he did watch a lot of porn while he shoved dildos and pus in and out of his hole.

“I didn’t feel bad for his sorry ass before, I defiantly don’t know!” Lamarr said. Sam whimpered as Jamal spat on his ass, then forced two fingers inside. It burned, but Sam was too turned on to care. Jamal added a third finger, stretching Sam wide open.

“Look how easy that shits opening!” Lamarr asked watched his friend finger the faggot’s used up hole, his voice dripping with cruelty, “He’s been enjoying every bit of this!”

Removing his fingers, Jamal positioned himself behind Sam and slowly pushed his massive cock into Sam’s not-so-tight hole. Sam cried out, the pain overwhelming his already weakened body. It felt like the wooden palette was being shoved into his ribs.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jamal hissed, “Lamarr shut the faggot up!”

“Gladly!” The black man moved around to Sam’s face. Oh no! The homo panicked as he felt Lamarr’s fat hog bury itself in mouth again.

Sam panted, his body adjusting to the intrusion from both ends. Jamal began to move, his hips slamming against Sam’s ass. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the alley, mixed with Sam’s cries of pain and pleasure as he gagged on Lamarr’s powerful cock.

“Suck it, bitch!” Lamarr shouted. The man’s head was far beyond Sam’s tongue as the homo tried his best to lick the underside of the massive meat as every inch pulled in and out of his swollen throat. The taste of pre-cum filled his mouth as Lamarr fucked his face, his hips moving in time with Jamal’s thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” Jamal grunted, his grip on Sam’s hips tightening. “You’re taking it like a fucking faggot!”

“I told you this bitch was a homo the second he walked in that doctor’s office!” Lamarr bragged, “Aren’t you glad we stuck around!” Jamal laughed. Sam moaned around Lamarr’s cock, his body writhing in a mix of pleasure and pain. He could feel his own tiny cock throbbing, desperate for release. He couldn’t tell where his body hurt more. His hole was screaming around the plunging dick, his balls still ached from their beating, his ribs felt like they’d break against the wooden makeshift table, and his throat couldn’t take anymore!

“My turn, Jamal!” Lamarr hissed. Much to Jamal’s annoyed ache ripped his cock from Sam’s hole causing the man to jerk suddenly almost knocking he palette over. They switched places, Lamarr now behind Sam, his cock pushing into Sam’s well-used hole caused the fagoot to scream. Lamarr’s beer can thick cock was unbearable! He had never forced anything in his ass that large. Sam braced himself, his body already sore from Jamal’s fucking.

“You like this, don’t you, little bitch?” Lamarr growled, his hips forcing more of his oversized dick into the faggot’s hole. Jamal without warning crammed his dick into Sam’s mouth and began plowing away. Spit and snot spray all over as the black man’s cock berated the white man’s throat.

Sam sobbed, his body on fire with sensation. He could feel Lamarr’s cock hitting his prostate with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure through him but the sure enormity of the member causes his entry to feel like it was being cut into a million pieces.

Jamal grabbed Sam’s hair and yanked at his skull. Sam cried out, the sensation too much. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. Sam groaned around the massive black dick in his mouth, his body convulsing as his tiny white dick spurted out his release. Lamarr and Jamal watched, their own cocks throbbing.

“Fucking disgusting!” Lamarr shouted, not missing a beat, his whale sized dick plunged in and out of Sam’s sore hole.

“That’s all those tiny, shriveled balls can muster.” Jamal laughed forcing more of his dick down Sam’s throat, “I guess I did beat the shit out of them! I’m surprised they’re functioning at all, to be honest!”

Sam moaned in response, his body shaking as pleasure washed over him from both ends of his body. Jamal fucked him harder, his cock slamming at the back of Sam’s throat. Sam couldn’t take it much more. His body felt like it was going to explode.

Sam screamed, his body convulsing as Jamal released his dick from the queer’s face. Grabbing his black rod, he gave it a few firm strokes. Jamal let out a barrage of grunts and moans as rope after rope of his semen splashed across Sam’s face

“Fucking white boy!” Jamal called out as he wiped the cum from his dick onto the man’s face. Sam, not surprisingly tried to lick the head of the man’s cook pulling whatever cum he could find into his mouth. Lamarr continued his onslaught, watching the disgusting pair. Jamal pushed the sperm all over Sam’s face and into his mouth. Sam gagged as Jamal tried to force the cum down his throat with his first.

Lamarr groaned, his own orgasm hitting him hard. He fucked Sam hard, his grunts filling the alley. “Fuck, yes,” Lamarr groaned, his body shaking as he came. The frail white man felt ever pump of Lamarr’s jizz filling his used-up hole. His once tight slit screamed in agony. Sam lay there over the planks of wood, his body shaking, his tiny dick shriveled practically inside his body. Lamarr grunted as he squeezed his cock dry while pulling it out of Sam’s hole.

The cock made a loud pop as it exited his hole. Sam was shocked as the lack of balance between the two men caused the planks to give way, and his white frame collapsed into the pile of wood and a small mound of trash. He wanted to get up. He wanted to have some sense of dignity, but that had long passed. Sam didn’t move, he watched as the two men talked amongst themselves like he didn’t even exist. The pair moved just beyond his line of sight.

“Well, that was fun,” Lamarr said. Sam could hear his zipping up his pants, “Now let get the fuck out of here before it gets dark. It gets dangerous on this side of town at night.”

“Yeah, it does.” Jamal adjusted his spent cock inside his pants, “But I feel like I’m forgetting something.” The black man looked around the area. “Oh yeah.” One final time, his foot landed directly into Sam’s shriveled-up nuts. Sam called out in pain, rolling over the mount of trash and wood.

“Better get out of here soon, faggot!” Lamarr called as the pair headed towards the entry of the alleyway.

Sam lay there for what felt like forever. The late summer evening was starting to turn dark. The streetlights overhead sprang on along the main road, casting an eerie glow though the alleyway. When he finally felt like he had the willpower, the white man slowly lifted himself to his knees, then with the help of one of the large dumpsters, he pulled himself to his feet. Looking down at his body, it was covered in small wounds from the broken glass and sharp pebbles. Bruising had already started to form along his chest where his body had been bent over the wooden beams. His balls and dick were partially gone, if it wasn’t for the red swollen flesh he would have believed the pair of attractive black men had ripped them from his body.

The man groaned as he took a step forward, then another. He thought for a moment about the fantasies that had plagued him for years. Black men taking him, hurting him, using him. His entire body seemed to scream in agony with every step he took. He couldn’t wait to tell whiteboiwife when he got home!

Reaching for his pants that were now covered in dirt and filth, he tried not to cry as the pain of his entire body overwhelmed him. The only thought that could pierce the agony his body was in was the thought of when he’d have a chance to come back here again.

*****

Sam stood at the mouth of the alley, heart thumping harder than he liked to admit. The dim orange glow of a broken streetlamp flickered overhead, casting uneasy shadows across the wet concrete. The city buzzed behind him–cars, voices, the faint thrum of music leaking from somewhere he couldn’t see–but this alley was quieter. Quieter and darker.

He remembered the last time like a pulse behind his eyes: their strong hands, the way they made him feel small and filthy and treasured all at once. Two men–tall, broad, Black, and confident–who had dragged him into the shadows and given him the best night of his life.

Now he was back.

Same ratty hoodie, same trembling anticipation. He glanced down the alley. Empty. No sign of them. His stomach twisted with disappointment, but part of him still hoped. Maybe if he waited. Maybe if he looked the way he had that night–nervous, needy, aching–they might appear again.

He stepped in.

He took a few hesitant steps into the alley, shoes crunching softly on broken glass. The air smelled like old oil, piss, and something sweet and rotten. Trash was piled along the walls–black bags split open, soggy cardboard, bits of broken wood leaning like jagged bones. A pair of battered dumpsters loomed ahead, their rusted sides slick with something unidentifiable.

“Hello?” he called out, voice barely louder than a whisper. It bounced back to him, empty and flat.

Nothing.

Sam lingered anyway, wrapping his arms around himself against the chill. The city kept moving somewhere far behind him, but this alley felt forgotten–like time pooled here in dirty puddles and left you waiting. Hoping.

He shifted from foot to foot, glanced toward the street, then back into the gloom. Maybe they weren’t coming. Maybe it was stupid to think they would.

But he stayed.

Minutes passed. Ten. Twenty. Maybe more. His thighs were starting to ache from standing, his breath clouded faintly in the air, and still–nothing.

He sighed and leaned against the wall, the brick cool against his back. His skin prickled with a strange mixture of regret and defiance. He wanted to leave.

But he wanted them more.

His online fantasies had become real and once wasn’t enough.

It took him weeks for his body to heal from the rough fucking the pair had given him but as the wounds heals and his body became wall again so did the growing sensation of more black dick.

Instinctively his tiny three inch hard dick pulsed in his pants at the mere idea.

After two hours–of pacing, waiting, listening to every distant footstep with his heart in his throat–there was still nothing.

No voices.
No shadows.
No strong hands pulling him into darkness.

Just the cold. Just the stink. Just disappointment tightening in his chest like a fist.

Sam finally gave up.

He sighed, rubbed his arms, and trudged back to his car, the high from his memory now dull and heavy inside him. The street was even emptier than before. He unlocked the door, slid into the seat, and shut the world out with a soft click.

For a moment, he just sat there. Staring at the wheel. Wishing the night had gone differently. Wishing they had come back for him.

He turned the key. The engine rumbled to life. Headlights lit the alley’s entrance, making it look even more desolate.

He didn’t drive away right away.

One more glance. One more second.

But nothing moved. No miracles.

With a quiet breath through his nose, he pulled out, tires crunching the curb as he turned down the street. Home was thirty minutes away, but it felt like a lifetime from what he wanted.

The city lights blurred past his windows, neon smears in the darkness as Sam drove. One hand on the wheel, the other resting in his lap, fingers twitching with nerves he couldn’t shake.

His mind drifted–inevitably–back to that night.

It had been dangerous. Stupid, even. He didn’t know their names. Had barely seen their faces. He remembered one had a gold tooth that flashed when he smiled. The other had hands so big they wrapped completely around Sam’s hips when he was bent over.

He had been scared.

Not just nervous–scared.

Heart hammering, knees shaking, part of him certain he was in over his head. Two big strangers in a shadowed alley, pulling him close, murmuring filthy promises in deep, amused voices.

He tried to run but…

The way they touched him–rough but sure, mouths hot against his neck, bodies pressing him against the wall like they owned him. His own gasps and screams had echoed off the bricks. The sound of his skin slapping against theirs, the way his legs had trembled after–he could feel it still.

Sam could feel his pathetic dick pressing against the fabric of his pants. With two fingers he reached inside and tugged at the shriveled bump of skin.

How many times had her jerked off after being raped by those men? He’d lost count.

He’d told whiteboywife, on Twitter friend about it afterward, too. That long, fevered message at 3 a.m., fingers flying over his keyboard while he was still leaking, bleeding, still aching.

The online stranger just laughed. Of course he did. No one did anything but laugh at him. What else could they do? With his frail body and tiny dick he wasn’t good for much else.

A dull ache bloomed in his lower belly–familiar, urgent. At first he thought he was about to cum but then he realized he had to piss.

He almost laughed to himself. At this point his cum was so watered down it might as well have been piss.

“Shit,” Sam muttered, shifting in his seat. He hadn’t noticed it while he was standing there, adrenaline buzzing, mind elsewhere. But now, halfway home and finally coming down, he realized just how badly he needed to piss.

He spotted a faded blue rest stop sign and veered off the highway, tires crunching over gravel as he pulled into a nearly deserted lot.

The clock on Sam’s dashboard glowed 12:32 a.m.

Half an hour past midnight. The highway behind him was quiet now, the occasional pair of headlights gliding by like ghosts on black water.

He pulled into the lot of the rest stop, tires crunching over loose gravel and potholes edged in oily puddles. The building ahead was squat and ugly, all concrete block and faded paint, with a warped tin awning barely hanging on. One buzzing overhead light swung gently in the wind, casting long, stuttering shadows.

It looked like the kind of place that hadn’t been properly cleaned in years.

There were two other cars–old, beat-up things with dark windows–and three long semi trucks parked further off, engines silent, sleeping drivers likely dozing inside the cabs. One of the trucks had graffiti scrawled across its trailer. Another had a flat tire and looked abandoned.

A vending machine blinked red out front, though half its buttons were cracked or missing. A faded “MEN” sign pointed to the left side of the building, the letters nearly rubbed away.

Sam cut the engine. The night was cold and quiet. The only sound was the wind and the distant hum of highway traffic, miles off now.

He sat there a moment longer, then stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching under his sneakers. The air smelled like diesel, grease, and wet asphalt. Somewhere nearby, something was leaking–a steady drip, drip, drip into a puddle that shimmered faintly in the sickly light.

The place reeked of neglect. But something about it made Sam’s pulse tick up again.

There was something raw about a place like this.

Something that made the world feel looser.

Dirtier.

Open to possibility.

Sam pushed open the creaky metal door and stepped inside. The smell hit him immediately–stale urine, mold, and something sharp and sour that made his nose wrinkle. The flickering fluorescent light above cast uneven shadows across cracked tile walls and a floor sticky with grime.

He glanced toward the row of urinals. One was chipped and stained; the other looked as though it hadn’t been flushed in days.

He hesitated. He knew his dick wouldn’t reach far enough past his pants to piss. It was a common situation.

Instead, he moved to the stalls–hoping for a break in luck.

He reached the first stall door and tried the handle. Locked.

A sigh escaped him.

With no other choice, he shuffled toward the next one, pulled the door shut behind him, and locked it with a shaky click. The thin walls echoed with every small sound.

He dropped his pants and sat down, the cold plastic seat sending a shock through his skin.

Finally, relief.

As he let go, his mind spun back to the alley–the rough hands, the sharp breaths, the way his body had been both terrified and electrified all at once.

Even here, in the grimy silence of this neglected rest stop bathroom, he could feel the heat stirring again, a flicker of something that wouldn’t be quieted so easily.

As Sam sat there, letting the tension ease from his body, the scrape of the outer door echoed sharply through the small bathroom.

Footsteps–heavy, deliberate–approached.

The fluorescent light flickered more violently, casting brief shadows that danced across the cracked tiles.

Sam froze, heart kicking up a notch.

Then a deep, rough voice rumbled from the next room, low and angry.

“You think I’m fucking around?” the man growled, voice sharp and slow like every word was a threat.

Sam couldn’t see him, but he could hear the impatience–the simmering rage–clear as day.

“No, I told you, the shipment’s late. I don’t care what excuses you got, you get it here. Or I’m done.”

The man’s voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “You want to play games with my money? I’ll find you. And it won’t be pretty.”

Sam swallowed hard, eyes darting around the cramped stall.

Drugs.

This wasn’t just some random trucker. This was trouble. Real trouble.

The footsteps stopped near the sinks, and Sam heard the man slam the phone shut.

Heavy breathing.

The sound of a belt snapping open.

Sam’s pulse hammered in his ears.

He sat frozen, hoping the man wouldn’t turn toward the stalls.

Sam instinctively lifted his legs, tucking them close to his chest on the cold plastic seat, trying to make himself as small–and invisible–as possible inside the cramped stall.

His breath hitched, every muscle tight with fear.

From just outside, the man’s voice exploded again, louder and rougher than before.

“You better have that shit tonight, or I swear–” His words dragged slow, heavy with menace. “I’ll burn every fucking deal you’ve got. You think I’m bluffing? I don’t play.”

Sam’s heart slammed in his chest.

The man’s footsteps paced the bathroom floor, heavy and unpredictable.

“Listen, I’m not waiting around. You screw me over again, and I’ll fucking kill you! I don’t play around with white boys!”

The belt snapped open with a harsh clang, the sound cutting through the tense silence.

Sam’s pulse thundered, but he stayed perfectly still, hoping the man wouldn’t even notice the slight movement from the stall.

Suddenly, Sam felt his balance shift–a quick, terrifying tumble forward–and before he could stop it, his body lurched out of the stall, the door swinging wide with a loud slam.

His heart leapt into his throat as he failed about on the floor.

His eyes snapped up–and locked on the man standing just a few feet away.

The man was black, with a strong, firm jawline softened by a hint of scruff. His hair was pulled back tight in neat cornrows, slick against his scalp.

He was muscular–solid and powerful, but not overly bulky. His open button-down shirt hung loose, revealing firm abs flecked with light body hair.

His sagging basketball shorts sat low, exposing the waistband of black boxer briefs beneath.

The man’s dark eyes narrowed, studying Sam with a slow, assessing intensity.

Sam’s breath caught, caught between fear and something else–something raw and electric that zipped straight through his nerves.

His eyes couldn’t help but drift over the man standing above him–taking in the firm jawline, the way the scruff framed that strong face, the tight muscles visible beneath the open shirt.

There was something magnetic about him, something raw and powerful that made Sam’s chest tighten for reasons beyond fear.

His breath hitched, a flush creeping up his neck.

He swallowed hard, trying to focus, but every word from the man’s rough voice sent a strange pulse through his body–part warning, part invitation.

He wondered if he could get to his feet and out the door before the man grabbed him. He knew there was no chance of that.

His heart beat faster, caught somewhere between dread and desire.

For a heartbeat, the room was heavy with silence.

Same refused to move from the floor. The ground reeked of piss and dirt but he wasn’t about to move.

Then the man spoke–his voice low, controlled, but carrying the edge of danger.

The man’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, voice rising like thunder.

“Were you listening?” he demanded, harsh and loud, the words cutting through the thick air.

Sam’s heart hammered so hard he thought it might burst.

His voice trembled as he stammered, “N-no, I didn’t– I didn’t hear anything. I swear.” Sam’s voice was lost.

The man loomed over him, jaw tight, nostrils flaring. His breathing was heavy, each word sharp and dangerous.

“You better be telling the truth, kid,” he barked, inches from Sam’s face. “Because if you’re lying…”

Sam’s eyes flicked frantically, searching for a way out, his mind racing.

He swallowed hard, barely able to meet the man’s gaze.

“I’m sorry. I just–I was just here to use the bathroom. I don’t want any trouble.”

The man’s glare held for a long, tense moment. Then, slowly, he stepped back, folding his arms.

“Get the fuck up, whiteboy!” The man said with a groan.

Sam scrambled to his knees, fumbling awkwardly, unable to bring himself fully to his feet.

The man’s dark eyes bore into Sam’s, fierce and burning with anger at first–like he was ready to snap at any moment.

But slowly, almost imperceptibly, the rage began to soften.

The sharp crease of his brow eased.

His lips twitched, curling into the faintest hint of a smile–a slow, knowing smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes but held something dangerous and teasing all at once.

What was going on? Sam was afraid to move.

That was when he realized how cold his lower body was.

His breath gave way as he realized his pants were still around his knees. He’d never pulled them up when he fell of the toilet!

“What the fuck is that?” The dark-skinned man said. The tone of his voice had shifted from anger to the hint of a laugh.

Sam quickly scrambled awkwardly to his feet.

“I’m sorry… I thought… I… I fell…” Sam’s voice cracked as he reached for his pants. He could already feel his tiny inch pin dick starting to harden.

“Whiteboy!” The man shouted. His voice bounced off the pale tile walls engulfing him, “I didn’t tell you to put your pants back on, did I?”

Sam hesitated, not sure what to do. Looking into the man’s dark eyes, he let out a small whimper. For a moment longer, he hesitated before letting his pants fall back to the grungy floor.

“Are you getting hard, faggot?” he asked, grinning now, eyes gleaming with something new. Not rage anymore. Amusement.

Sam’s face burned, deep red crawling up his neck and cheeks.

He reached down instinctively to pull his pants up again, but very quickly the man’s eyes turned from humor to anger, and Sam froze.

“I know white boys are small but damn!” he muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching. “How small are you?”

Sam couldn’t speak. His heart was racing, his body caught somewhere between fear and humiliation–and that flicker of heat in his belly that wouldn’t die.

“I asked how small you are, Bitch!” The man shouted.

“Three inches hard, Sir.” Sam felt his entire body wince at the sound of the man’s demanding voice.

The man laughed again, low and rough, full of disbelief and something like pleasure.

“Don’t move.” The dark-skinned man shifted his weight and positioned his phone toward the man. His fingers moved with practiced ease as he brought up the camera.

Sam’s eyes widened instantly, panic surging in his chest.

“No–wait, please don’t–” he stammered, his voice cracking. Quickly he covered his hardened dick, “Please, don’t!”

But the man’s expression had already changed.

Gone was the laughter. The smile faded like a switch flipped. His jaw clenched, and his eyes went hard again–burning with that earlier fury.

“I said don’t move!” he growled, stepping closer, “Remove the hands, NOW!”

Sam flinched, every muscle going still. His knees ached on the cold tile, pants still tangled around them. With a whine he removed his hands from his dick. He’d taken plenty of humiliating pictures of his baby dick under his Twitter name, SmelborpA but never with his face!

The phone clicked.

A quick, sharp shutter sound that echoed too loudly in the tiled bathroom.

He did it again. Another angle. Deliberate.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut, breath trembling, shame and heat crawling across his skin in equal measure.

The man said nothing for a moment. Just looked at him. Like he was still deciding what to do next.

Sam stayed frozen on the floor, legs stiff, body burning with shame. His breath came shallow, chest tight, eyes fixed on the man’s phone as it disappeared back into his pocket.

He couldn’t stop the spiral in his mind.

What if he posts them?

What if someone recognizes me?

What if they end up online–some porn site, or worse, sent to people I know?

His mouth was dry. The fear of being exposed–of having this moment, this humiliating, vulnerable image turned into something permanent–gnawed at his gut.

Everything about the encounter had gone sideways. He had wanted a thrill. He’d chased danger. But now? This was real. Tangible. A photo that didn’t care about his intentions.

The man was still standing over him, quiet now, his expression unreadable.

Sam looked up, voice small, cracking:

“What are you gonna do with them?”

The man didn’t answer at first. He just looked down at Sam, lips curling into something unreadable–half smile, half sneer.

Then he shrugged.

“That’s my business,” he said coolly, tapping his pocket where the phone now rested. “Maybe I’ll post them. Maybe I’ll share ’em with a few friends.”

He tilted his head, watching Sam squirm.

“Maybe I’ll delete ’em. Who knows?”

Sam’s chest tightened. He shook his head quickly, voice rising, cracking.

“No–no, you can’t do that. Please, I didn’t do anything wrong. Just–just don’t. Please.”

Something snapped. The man’s smile vanished.

He stepped forward hard, his footfall echoing like a gunshot in the tight room.

“Don’t tell me what the fuck I can or can’t do.”

His voice was a growl now, low and coiled with fury.

“You think you’re in control here, whiteboy?”

He jabbed a finger toward Sam’s chest, not touching, but close–close enough.

“You showed up half-naked in some piss-stained bathroom in the middle of nowhere, crawling out of a stall like a little white bitch with a shrimp dick, hard by the way–and I’m the problem?”

Sam flinched but couldn’t look away. His throat worked around a breath he couldn’t quite take in.

Without warning, the man’s hand snapped out.

CRACK.

His palm struck Sam hard across the cheek, the sound sharp and brutal in the confined space.

Sam’s head whipped to the side as his body tumbled backward, the cold tile stinging against his back as he slammed into the stall door, which banged open behind him.

A hot flush of pain bloomed across his face–shock, fear, and something darker flooding his chest in a dizzying rush.

His ears rang. His breath came fast and shallow.

Run.

The thought screamed through his mind, raw and immediate. He could scramble to his feet, bolt for the door, risk the night and whatever lay beyond that dim truck stop parking lot.

But he stayed frozen, limbs trembling, every muscle caught between flight and collapse.

The man stood over him, towering, chest heaving. His hand still hung loose at his side–relaxed now, like the slap had drained something out of him.

The man stared down at him, his jaw tight, chest rising and falling with slow, dangerous breaths.

Then he spoke, voice low but sharp as glass.

“Get the fuck on the ground, bitch!”

Sam was stunned. He felt his body back up towards the stall. His tiny pin dick shivered as he moved.

The man held the silence a moment longer, like he was letting the weight of the threat settle in.

“Did you not fucking here me, faggot?” The man said in an almost whisper, “I said get on the ground before I fucking KILL you!”

Sam let out a small cry and he lowered himself to his knees.

“Please,” Sam whined, “Please don’t hurt me!”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you, whiteboy!”

Sam watched in horror as the large black man’s knee collided with his balls. The white man let out a loud bellowing groan, and his head fell back. This couldn’t be happening! Not again!

“Aren’t you a complete and utter worthless piece of shit? It’s unbelievable that you’re pleading with me! Men, real men don’t beg, bitch boy!” He stared down at Sam, “But I knew that you weren’t a real man from the second I looked at that tiny little white dick you’ve got.”

The white scrambled back, pressing his spine to the cold door of the stall he’d just been in.

“You want to see a real man, faggot?” The man asked. His voice sickening and firm.

Sam let his ears perk up at his words, but didn’t dare respond. He watched as the taller, more masculine man grabbed at the massive bulge hidden behind the fabric of his shorts, giving it a squeeze.

“That’s what I though, whiteboy. This is the cock of a REAL man!” In one quick move, he dropped the thin fabric of the basketball shorts to the tiled floor.

Sam’s breath disappeared.

The sight of the pulsing beast hanging in front of him made Sam gasp. In seconds, the faggot had scanned the entire shaft with my eyes, and it seemed to go on forever. The man’s enormous cock head was almost as big as Sam’s kneecaps.

The black man gripped his cock at the base with his right hand. He loudly slapped his sensitive shaft against his thighs as he swung it from side to side. “Do you still think you’re a real man, loser?” He questioned, chuckling to himself a little.

Sam never thought he was a real man. As far back as he could remember, he knew he had a useless manhood and, worse yet, wanted the real ones in whatever hole he could get them into.

“I…I…” There was nothing Sam could say. All he could think about was how this man managed to grow a cock that big while he was stuck with a three incher.

“Speechless? Yes, my horse cock affects white losers that way!”

Sam was unable to even focus on what he was saying. He simply watched the black shaft bounce through the air, transfixed.

“Ho… How… big is it?” Sam finally muttered.

“It is roughly ten inches soft. But just wait when this monster gets hard. If I’m horny enough, I can get it up to 14 inches!” He grinned abruptly, as though a brilliant thought had just occurred to him. “Why don’t I get this beast hard so you can really be impressed?”

“Wh… what?” Sam choked on his words.

He began to rapidly jerk off his flaccid dick, as Sam watched in wonder. It seemed as though the plump, supple dark meat had a consciousness of its own and wriggled in the man’s palms.

His cock began to swell directly in front of Sam’s face, and he stared, still on my knees.

It grew thicker and longer the harder he jerked it. His already enormous cock was growing by the inch. A few moments later, Sam saw that the black man’s fingers were no longer even touching. The man’s enormous hands were unable to fully grasp his monstrous cock.

He abruptly took his hands off his cock so the white man could see the monster in all its glory. Sam stared blankly at the 14-inch horse cock in front of him, his jaw dropping. The pulsing shaft was dotted with large, bulging veins.

“I…It’s unbelievable.” Even the two men in the alley didn’t look like this. This was the largest cock Sam had ever seen in real life.

“You’ll really think it’s impressive once you feel it for yourself.”

“Oh…” Suddenly, Sam’s blood ran cold, “I… Sir… I don’t think I can handle that.”

“Grab it, faggot.” The black man hissed.

Sam wanted this. He wanted it BAD! But he was afraid of this man, and afraid of the monster staring directly back at him. Suddenly, he didn’t know what he was doing! Why did he go back to that alley? Why was he here? Oh, fuck!

At last, Sam reached up and closed his tiny hand around the shaft, applying a firm squeeze to his massive manhood. When he grabbed his dick, Sam’s fingers were even more spaced apart than the black man’s. He couldn’t decide between the girth, which was as thick as his wrist, and the horse-sized length as the most remarkable form of measure!

Instinctively, Sam ran his hand over the length that seemed to reach on forever.

“How can anyone ever fit this thing inside of them?” Sam said allowed, the thoughts he’d meant to keep inside. Still, his hand moved over the enlarged manhood.

“It finds a way.” With a witty smile, the dark man said. “The better question is: how will you find a way to make it fit?”

“I can’t.” Sam said with an uncomfortable laugh, “It’s one thing to admire and touch, but this beast can’t…”

It was too late. The words had already been said. In a blinding fury, the man’s show collided with Sam’s nuts again, and the pale-skinned bag fell back. This time, there was no stopping. Impact after impact of the man’s show against his crotch forced tears from Sam’s eyes.

“The fuck did you say, faggot?” The black men shouted. His voice ran off the tiled walls as Sam’s body slid further and desperately back towards the urinals on the wall.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! Sir, I’m sorry!” Sam cried out as he felt his balls caving in. he desperately tried to reach for the man’s foot, but he couldn’t fight back. There was no way. “What do you want me to do!” He screamed.

With that, the stranger’s foot stopped its onslaught.

Sam grabbed at his shrinking dick as balls. Through tears, he could still see the massive black meat bouncing and waving above him.

“Now, bitch, that’s more like it. Open that useless white mouth!” The man demanded.

The tip of the black man’s enormous cock dangled in front of Sam’s face, and he opened as wide as he could while still trying to fight back the pain radiating from his groin.

Grabbing his cock at the base, the black stranger placed the bulbous head directly against Sam’s lips. The girth of the head alone was marginally larger than the largest the boy could open his mouth. As the enormous head began to open my mouth even more, Sam let out a little groan.

“Bitch, don’t worry. We will make it fit!” The man cackled.

The man continued to press as firmly as he could until his head was wedged into the white man’s mouth.

Sam’s mouth was already aching. Like a chipmunk that has put too many nuts in his mouth, he could feel my cheeks being pushed to their limit. No more space was left for any of the man’s dick. Am knew if only his dick head alone filled my mouth, he could never be able to blow him off.

“Please…” Sam groaned around the dick, “I can’t take anymore…” His gag reflex began to kick in as he pleaded.

“I figured with all the bitching you do, you’d have a much bigger mouth!” As he pushed as much of his shaft into Sam’s mouth as he could, he laughed to himself.

Every nook and cranny of the white man’s mouth was filled with the man’s succulent, silky cock head. Oh God, but it tasted incredible! Sam moved his tongue as best he could over the base of the head, trying to enjoy it, even for a moment!

The black man rolled his eyes.

“I guess I’ll just have to make do with your tiny little mouth.” He started pushing the head of his cock in and out of Sam’s mouth while moving his hips forward and back. The force of his push caused the shaft of his cock to bend upward each time he reached the back of the man’s throat.

Sam gasped and wheezed. His arms instinctively rose up, reaching for the man’s thick, dark thighs. He tried to push the man back, but there was no way.

“Don’t fucking touch me white bitch!” The man howled. With one solid thrust, Sam’s had slammed back against the porcelain urinal.

Sam felt his vision disappear for a moment as the ringing washed over his head. He had no time to gather himself. The black man didn’t give a damn if he lived or died.

With each thrust, his speed increased as he ruthlessly slammed into the white man’s mouth. Sam did my best to suppress his gagging each time the man filled his mouth.

Pressing Sam’s head firmly against one of the urinals, he bent his knees and began to fuck his mouth like a pussy. Strings of saliva and spit dripping out of Sam’s mouth, mixing with the tears that still clung to his face.

Sam could feel his own cock getting hard again. Without thinking, he grabbed his tiny tool with two fingers and began jerking it off frantically.

Sam was shocked this man was actually allowing him to choke on a cock four times the size of his own while jerking his tiny dick. It was amazing! For a brief moment, he wondered if he had actually died when his head collided with the urinal next to him.

After stroking for approximately two minutes, Sam started to feel the urge to cum rising within of him. That was all it took.

“I’m…ugh…gonna…mmm…cum” Sam gagged around the massive black tool that some how seemed to be disappearing down his throat inch by inch.

Small trickles of pale white semen leaked out over the tiny head of his dick. The watery fluid fell over his shriveled balls and very quickly disappeared.

The black man suddenly ripped his cock free of Sam’s mouth. The man leaned forward, gasping for air. He reached out desperately, for nothing in particular, just as much oxygen as he could get.

Without warning, the taller man grabbed him by the ai,r dragging his face over the rim of the urinal.

“Lick it, bitch!” The man shouted.

As if in his complete control., Sam began desperately licking the porcelain rim. He immediately began gagging and choking as the taste of days old dried piss and the musk of dirty water overtook his senses.

“Your little white mouth is only useful for choking on a massive nigga dick and cleaning piss stained toilets!” The black man called out.

Huge mounds of drool poured out of Sam’s lips and down his chest as the man guiding his head pressed him even harder into the porcelain bowl. Finally, with a yank of his hair, he slammed Sam’s skull into the side of the bowl.

The white man fell back against the floor, his senses being knocked out of him. He didn’t understand how he was still conscious. Instinctively, he felt his body moving towards the sinks of the room and the exit of the bathroom.

“Please, please, please stop!” Sam begged. His head was ringing. Ropes of sit and precum expelled from his mouth as he begged, “I…I…I have a tiny little dick. I’m sorry for being white! I won’t tell anyone…”

Same reached for anything he could find to appease the man. Even through his blurred vision, he could see the tall black man lumber towards him. Suddenly, he was gripped by his hair again.

“Where do you think you’re going, little white bitch?” The black man practically lifted Sam up by his hair, “Tell me you want my nigga dick!”

Sam gazed up at the enormous, pulsing piece of meat in front of him. It practically cast a shadow over his face. He could still feel thick strings of saliva falling on his body from it.

“I…I want that big black cock.” Sam muttered through his pulsing head. In addition to his obsession with its size, Sam had never cum so strongly in my life; the mere act of placing that solid piece of dark meat in his mouth caused him to cum in a matter of minutes.

While no one would have ever known that was his biggest watery load in months, it was!

“Please…” Sam tried his best to pull his vision back together, “Please feed me that big, fat nigga cock!” In order to make his mouth as wide open as possible, Sam reached a couple of fingers inside and tugged at the sides.

The black man began to laugh.

“Sure thing faggot!”

Aiming his harden dick right at Sam’s mouth, he let out a low guttural moan and a massive stream of hot piss shot forward blasting the white man in the mouth. Unexpectedly, Sam dropped his lips and tried to pull back, but the stranger still had him by the hair.

“Open back up, faggot!” The man shouted.

Sam didn’t as he was ordered. Opening his mouth, the golden stream began to fill his mouth and run over the sides of his stretched-out lips.

“Swallow it, whiteboy!”

Slowly, Sam began to swallow. The hot, musky stench overtook his body as the fluid began to fill his stomach. Time and again, Sam gagged over the pungent piss. The man’s bladder seemed to go on forever as the stream never let up.

The white man’s body convulsed.

“I think I’m finished with your face hole!” The black man announced. Almost at his words, the stream began to subside and he let go of the faggot’s hair. Strangely Sam found himself pulling forward, his tongue grasping for the few drops of piss that fell from the bulbous head. “A lot tighter hole is what I’m aiming for.” The taller man gave a cunning grin. Sam knew immediately what he meant.

The realization was setting in.

“You’ll rip me apart!” When Sam finally realized what was going to happen next, that in fact this man was going to keep going, he tried to squirm away from the black man by scratching on the chilly tile floor but slipped in the man’s rank piss.

The black stranger took hold of Sam’s ankles and pulled him back toward him before Sam could move an inch. Leaning down, the black man firmly put both of his hands around my neck. Sam’s air was immediately cut off.

“When will you white boys learn no matter how big and strong you think you are…you will always pale in comparison to superior niggas.” Still holding Sam by the throat, he moved to the long-running vanity sink. He flung the man face down on the porcelain, covered in residual slime and soap.

Finally letting the man’s throat go, Sam gasped for air. Looking to his right, the white man could see the black stranger towering over him in the mirror. The man grabbed Sam’s right leg and threw it up on the counter, spreading his ass and exposing his soft pink hold.

The stranger put his hands on Sam’s ass cheeks and began pulling them apart. The white man heard him fill his mouth with as much spit as he could. Leaning forward, he soaked the man’s puckered asshole with a massive stream of saliva. The majority of it slid down his skin and ran into the sink.

He knew that wasn’t going to be nearly enough.

“Please…I’m begging you…” Sam looked into the man’s eyes with conviction through the mirror. He watched a wicked grin moved over his dark skin, revealing ceramic-like white teeth.

“Begging me?” He said with a small chuckle, “Okay, if you really want it that bad.”

“NO! I didn’t mean this!” When Sam felt his asshole extending out like never before, felt his voice disappear.

He watched the black man gripping his cock in the mirror, and the large purple head slowly and painfully disappearing into his hold.

Sam’s body jerked up on the sink as the sharp, fiery pain overtook his hole. He could feel the whole head tearing into his one tight hole.

The strange man laughed as he watched Sam jerk a mouth. Spit flung from his mouth as he wailed into the room. His frail voice sounded like a child screaming in agony.

“Whiteboy, don’t get too thrilled just yet!” The dark skinned man continued to force inward, “Only the head is there! I still have a ton of nigga fuckstick here!”

That was just the head! Every nerve in Sam’s body was screaming. He tried to pull away from the black man, but with a firm grip on the small of his back, the taller man easily held him down.

“Fuck… fuck fuck!” Sam screamed

Inch by inch, Sam could feel what little masculinity he had being ripped from him. He was unable to resist groaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat.

“You must really love getting your ass blown wide open, huh faggot?” The black man laughed.

Much to Sam’s surprise, the pain began to give way to a strange sensation. A pulsing, almost overwhelming sensation. It wasn’t exactly a pleasure but a strange awakening of the senses. The pain… the pain was still there.

Sam knew his entire cock has made its way in the moment he felt the man’s massive, hefty balls slap against his ass.

Oddly enough, the white man was no longer in pain. The burning subsided, and a sense of fullness had come over him.

“Tell me how much you love getting fucked.” The black man looked down at him in the mirror.

“Well…I…ugh…” Sam was unable to comprehend what was going on with him. The pain was still very much, still there.

The black man annoyingly rolled his eyes. Leaning back the man easily extracted his entire cock from Sam’s ass, he gave it a single, hard thrust to put it back in.

“FUCK!!!” the white man let out an agonized scream as the pain returned.

“I said…tell me how much of a faggot you are!” His tone swiftly changed from sensuous to aggressive and irate.

Sam finally recognized the reality as his horse cock began to pulsate furiously into my bowels. He had no idea that he could find pleasure in the sections of himself that his monstrous dick was hitting.

Sam’s entire body shivered at every pulsating vein on his shaft, every inch of this stranger’s cock tore apart another piece of his ass, and every strong thrust almost sent him flying into the mirror.

The black man was giving Sam the kind of pleasure he thought he could someday give someone as a man, but that was never to be. He didn’t know how much he would disparage himself or what he had to say. Sam just knew he required more!

“Please, tear my ass apart with that monster horse cock, you big dicked nigger!” Sam shouted, his voice ringing off the interior walls.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about, bitch!” The black man put both of his hands on Sam’s shoulders and started riding his ass even more forcefully. “Tell me how much you need this nigga dick, faggot!”

Sam felt his face pressed against the mirror. He hadn’t realized his body had crawled that far up the sink, but he didn’t care.

“I’m just a little dicked faggot who needs a real man to fuck him!” At Sam’s words, the stranger appeared to quicken his speed.

Sam got what he desired at last. His ass was being plowed at breakneck pace by a black man. The bathroom seemed to reverberated with the loud, booming sound of his baseball-sized nuts hitting Sam’s ass. His strong thrusts had the white man slipping against the mirror.

“I’ll do anything! Don’t stop fucking my faggot ass, please!” The discomfort had fully subsided by this point. The most amazing sensation Sam had ever had in my life swiftly took its place. He was ecstatic as 14 inches of veiny, rock-hard horse cock tore through his guts.

“God damn!” The black man growled. Grabbing Sam by the hair he firmly shoved his face into his reflection in the mirror, “This fucking white hole! It getting worn the fuck out already! Get on your knees, faggot, and drain every last drop of my nigga jizz out of me!”

Suddenly, he slammed Sam’s face into the mirror, bringing him back to reality.

He tore his cock from the white man’s aching asshole. The sound of Sam’s ass fluids leaking onto the floor was audible anyone.

Trying to keep his composure after the collision with the mirror, Sam stumbled to the ground. He could feel the anguish pulsing through his asshole with every movement of his body. All of it ached. Through the wild sensations, Sam could still feel how wide and exposed his hole now was.

The black man’s shoes, Sam’s shriveled nuts, causing the man to almost fall back. “Open your fucking mouth, faggot!” The stranger straightened his cock so that it was pointing straight at the white man’s. Sam stretched his mouth wide, trying to ignore the aching in his crotch.

The black man began to breathe heavily. His massive nutsack tightened toward his cock, and he began to grunt and moan in a uncontrollable manner.

Suddenly, a massive torrent of cum shot out and directly hit the back of Sam’s throat. It struck him again, so hard he almost fell backward. The white man noticed how amazing it tasted with each jet of cum that came out. The musky salt was overwhelming. The taste, the smell, the color, all of it so potent compared to his runny jizz. He had never tasted anything like it in his life!

Losing the ability to control himself, Sam simply lost the ability to control himself, sprang forward and pressed the black man’s enormous cockhead on his lips. Each climax splashed straight into his throat. Using both hands, Sam grasped the throbbing shaft and jerked it back and forth, extracting as much semen as possible. The faggot’s stomach started to feel full, but the black man’s baseball-sized nuts didn’t appear to be emptied yet. Cum began to shoot out of the edges of Sam’s mouth

As the white man attempted to shove the black cock as far into my mouth as he could, he could hear thick pools of sperm slopping down the floor for what felt like an eternity.

The black stranger groaned and pushed me into the floor after the last drop of sperm flew from his cock.

Cum and spit began gushing out of Sam’s mouth like a fire hydrant as soon as the stranger removed the head of his cock. His thick, hot jizz soaked Sam’s chest.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fucking touch me, faggot!” He groaned. With a solid kick, his shoe collided with my nuts. The kick was so powerful, he moved Sam’s body back towards the stalls.

The white man grabbed for his pulsating dick. For the briefest moment he thought he might cum again but instead all there was, was pain. He watched the tall black men reach for his shorts that had wound up along the far wall.

“You breathe a word of this to anyone and I’ll blow your fag brains out, you hear me?” the man hissed.

Sam just nodded. He slumped against the stall, his back pressed to the cold metal, arms wrapped around his aching stomach. His body was in so much pain. His breathing was shallow, uneven, and every breath made his insides twist.

“Get your faggot ass cleaned up, white filth.” The dark-skinned man hissed.

Sam looked up just in time to see the man–silent now, unreadable–glance back over his shoulder. That same calm swagger, as if nothing had happened. Then he walked out of the bathroom, the door creaking shut behind him.

Gone.

The room fell into silence, except for the dull hum of the flickering overhead light and the faint ringing in his mind. Sam stayed there, stunned, trembling, his tiny dick aching, the whole space feeling warped and distant, like a bad dream.

Such a wonderful bad dream…

He couldn’t make sense of what just happened… but he knew he’d be jerking off to it for a long time to come.

 

The End.

 

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