Thomas' Racial Equity Education

The classroom was empty when Thomas stepped inside.

He lingered by the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the space. Rows of black-topped lab stations filled the room, each one marked with gas valves and rusted faucets, worn by years of student use. Though the hardware was modern--digital thermometers, microscope docks, updated safety gear--the old bones of the building were still there in the arched windows, high plaster ceilings, and crown molding that curled like ivy along the walls.

St. Demetrious Academy had stood since the late 1800s, and despite updates, places like this still carried the weight of its age. It made the silence feel heavier.

Thomas moved toward the center of the room and dropped his backpack to the floor with a soft thud. He lowered himself onto one of the tall stools, his muscular frame folding casually, but there was a tension in his shoulders he couldn't hide. His light blue camp-collar shirt was crisply pressed, the top two buttons undone, and his khaki shorts showed off strong legs dusted with pale hair. A faint line of stubble edged his defined jaw, matching the cool tone of his wavy, dirty-blonde hair. He looked clean-cut, composed--even if his insides were less settled.

His palms flattened against the cool surface of the lab bench as he listened to the muffled sounds drifting in from the hallway--the final bell, the shuffle of footsteps, the distant clatter of lockers being slammed shut, and voices rising with end-of-day relief. Everyone else was leaving. But not him.

He was here for the school's new Racial Equity Education program--something the administration had rolled out in recent years, especially since the demographic of St. Demetrious had started to shift. And apparently, he'd made himself an early candidate.

Thomas didn't think he'd done anything bad that day. He had thought his father would get him out of this bullshit.

When he had explained to his father that the instructor had... went above and beyond in his punishment he through this father would intervene. He was over 18 at this point but his father didn't mind interfering, something all privileged children expected and used to their advantage.

But after his father came back from the meeting with the dean his demeanor had changed and he was all for Thomas attending a few training sessions.

And whenever Thomas tried to mention what the teacher had done to him... his father just changed the subject.

Did he not believe him?

Whatever.

Now here he was.

He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. The room was too quiet. Too clean. He didn't know who would be leading the session or if anyone else would be joining. He just knew someone would come in soon and start talking to him like he was a problem that needed to be solved.

He shifted on the stool and glanced at the clock.

Whatever this was going to be... he wanted it over with.

From where he sat, Thomas could see out one of the tall windows overlooking the quad. Groups of students were flooding out of the main building, laughing, shoving, backpacks slung over their shoulders. Most of them were in team gear--football, basketball, track--talking loud and carefree as the warm afternoon sun hit the old bricks and cast long shadows across the green.

He noticed, most of them were black. That had become more common at St. Demetrious in the last few years. A big part of the school's "new direction," as the admissions email had put it. Diversity, equity, inclusion. DEI.

Of course over the last decade the school became predominantly black.

He was one of only 5 other white students at this all male school.

Thomas huffed and leaned back slightly on the stool. Right. Equity. That word had been following him around lately like a gnat he couldn't swat away. First in history class. Then in advisory.

Of course anatomy class. He shivered as a sudden sharp pain shot through his intestines.

Now he was here.

He didn't get it. It wasn't like he'd thrown a punch or called anyone names. He'd made a joke--sure, maybe a slight bad attitude... but what the school was teaching about the... sexual advantages of black men was just... wrong!

He called it out. What else was he supposed to do? He silent as the professor bashed white men and... and the size of their penises.

Sure. Okay. SURE.

On average most black men were more endowed then white men but it was guaranteed.

And of course...

Dr. Zane was a great example. His... his cock was... it was massive.

Thomas shook his head trying to get the experience out of his mind.

The lab door creaked open behind him, and Thomas straightened up instinctively, his expression shifting to something neutral.

A student stepped inside. A Black guy--tall, solidly built, with short-cropped black hair dusted with warm reddish highlights that caught the fluorescent lights. His dark brown eyes scanned the room before settling on Thomas. He wore a maroon football jersey with white trim, numbers stretched slightly across his chest. His presence was confident but quiet, the kind of calm that came from being used to being seen.

Thomas recognized him almost immediately.

Darnelle Jackson. Varsity. Defensive line. One of the top players in the school--maybe the state.

Their eyes met for a second.

"Hey," Darnelle said, keeping it simple.

Thomas nodded. "Hey."

They stood in silence for a beat before Darnelle made his way to the opposite side of the lab bench and set his bag down.

Thomas cleared his throat. "You here for... this thing?"

Darnelle gave a small shrug. "Yeah."

Another pause. Thomas shifted uncomfortably. "So... what brought you in?"

Darnelle glanced at him, his face unreadable. "They just said it'd be good for me to be part of it."

There was a weight in the way he said it--flat, but not apologetic.

The silence dragged on, thick and awkward. Thomas glanced at the clock, then back at the window. The last group of students had disappeared from the quad. The school was quiet now--eerily so. He shifted on the stool, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw tense.

He didn't understand why he had to be here. He didn't belong in some kind of remedial seminar on race or fairness or whatever this was supposed to be. He hadn't done anything. Not really. He glanced across the table at Darnelle, who was scrolling on his phone, relaxed, unreadable.

The door opened again.

A tall man in his late thirties entered the room, dark-skinned, clean-shaven, dressed in a brown blazer over a soft gray tee and slacks. His eyes were thoughtful, sharp behind round wire-framed glasses. Not one of Thomas's instructors, but familiar--a presence in the halls.

The man shut the door behind him with a definitive click.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," he said, voice calm but direct. "I'm Mr. Henderson. You've probably seen me around."

Thomas gave a stiff nod. Darnelle looked up from his phone with a polite "Hey."

Mr. Henderson walked to the front of the classroom and set a leather folder down on the teacher's desk--only to pause mid-motion. His eyes swept across the surface with a slight frown.

"Honestly," he muttered under his breath, then to them more clearly: "You'd think whoever had this room last would've cleaned up after themselves. Some of our colleagues treat their classrooms like junk drawers."

He started tidying casually, stacking leftover worksheets and tossing empty coffee cups and crumpled notes into the trash. A faint smell of ammonia and dust still hung in the air, despite the upgraded fixtures and new countertops. It was clear the chemistry lab had old bones, no matter how new the light switches and projectors tried to say otherwise.

Mr. Henderson dusted off his hands and looked up at the two young men. "Alright," he said, the faint trace of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Let's begin."

Mr. Henderson leaned back slightly against the edge of the desk, arms loosely crossed in front of him.

"So," he said, looking from one young man to the other. "Let's talk about why we're here."

Thomas shifted again on the stool, trying not to roll his eyes. Darnelle sat straighter, more attentive but quiet.

"This program," Mr. Henderson continued, "is called Racial Equity Education. Not sensitivity training, not punishment. It's not about shaming anyone or making you recite things you don't believe. It's about something much more basic--understanding."

He took a slow breath.

"St. Demetrious Academy is a school with a long history. A proud one. But we're not immune to the same problems that plague the rest of society. And for a long time, this school--like many others--was built to serve only a narrow group of people. White people." His eyes landed on Thomas, "That's changed. The student body today looks very different than it did ten, twenty, a hundred years ago. That's not just demographics. That's progress. And it requires effort from everyone to make sure we live up to the idea of equity--not just in numbers, but in how people are treated, respected, and heard."

Thomas clenched his jaw slightly. The speech felt like it was directed at him, even if Mr. Henderson's tone remained even, deliberate.

"You're here," the teacher went on, "because something about the way you chose to interact with your peers or the way you see the world raised a flag. You're not being expelled. You're being invited to examine. To ask questions. To listen. You may find some of this frustrating. That's okay. Discomfort is part of growth."

He paused, letting that hang in the air.

"Before we move forward," he said, "I want to hear from each of you why you were recommended for this program. I know the reports. But I want your words. That's how this works--your perspective matters. Thomas, let's start with you."

Thomas shifted uncomfortably, exhaling through his nose. "I... had a poor attitude in Dr. Zane's class," he said, his tone clipped. "Made a joke that didn't land well. Got me in some trouble."

Mr. Henderson didn't respond at first--he simply raised an eyebrow, prompting Thomas to elaborate.

"Then..." he hesitated. "There was the lecture. I didn't agree with it. I thought it was pushing some... agenda. I spoke up. It got out of hand."

Mr. Henderson nodded slowly, eyes steady. "Alright. Thank you for being honest. That's a start."

He turned his gaze to Darnelle. "How about you?"

Darnelle looked up from the desk, his dark eyes catching the light with a flicker of quiet defiance--or maybe just exhaustion. "I got into it with another student," he said evenly. "He said something slick, I said something back. Got loud. Administration didn't like it."

"Did it escalate beyond words?"

There was a pause. Darnelle tilted his head slightly. "Yes."

The silence between the three of them settled in again, heavier this time. Thomas looked down at his knees, suddenly unsure of where to put his hands.

Mr. Henderson leaned back in his chair. He wasn't going to let his students get away with such simple answers.

Darnelle's jaw flexed. "He called me a nigger. Hard R. Not even subtle. Just said it. In front of everybody."

Not the dreaded 'N-Word' as Thomas had always referred to it. As so many white people had learned to refer to it.

"And you reacted," Mr. Henderson said, nodding.

"I pushed him. He shoved me back, and then, yeah, it turned into a fight."

"Damn." Thomas muttered, "Why isn't he here instead of you?"

"He's in the hospital." Darnelle answered.

Thomas fell silent.

His eyes fell to the man's thick forearms. He was built. His skin seemed to glisten. Not from sweat but natural shine.

It was obvious Darnelle was strong from the field but... wow.

Mr. Henderson gave a quiet sigh, his expression neither condemning nor indulgent. "Facing that kind of hatred--especially in a place that's supposed to be safe..." He looked to the floor, "I'm surprised the boy isn't dead."

Thomas was a little taken aback by the teacher's words. A bit blunt but warranted... maybe?

"I thought about it." Darnelle admitted, "but... seemed like a lot of paperwork and wasted time on a honkey."

"Wait..." Thomas interjected, "What?"

"What don't you understand?" Darnelle turned to look back at the white guy. His plump limps perched in an almost look of disgust.

"You thought..." Thomas hesitated and looked back at Mr. Henderson trying to be carful how he'd proceed, "You considered killing him over a word."

The room fell silent.

Finally, Mr. Henderson then turned to Thomas, his voice shifting slightly--still steady but firm, but now tinged with curiosity. "Now, Thomas," he said, "you mentioned earlier that Dr. Zane's lecture felt like it was pushing an agenda. I'm not trying to trap you--I just want to understand what that means to you. What kind of agenda did you feel was being pushed?"

Thomas blinked, surprised by the question and the obvious deterrent from his previous statement. He cleared his throat, eyes darting to the dry-erase board behind the teacher. There were a few equations he didn't understand and some paper sized flyers for Chemistry club taped along the side.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "It just... felt like he was trying to make everything about race. About oppression. About how white people have it easy, and Black people are always the victims."

Mr. Henderson didn't interrupt.

Thomas continued, more defensive now. "I mean, it's not like I haven't had to work for what I have. My dad works hard. I work hard. I don't think we should feel bad for being white."

A long pause followed. The room felt warmer than it had a moment ago.

Mr. Henderson nodded once, lips pursed in thought. "Thank you," he said quietly. "I appreciate you saying that out loud."

Mr. Henderson's voice faded as he stood and began writing on the board behind him, trying to avoid the random equations. Thomas barely registered. His eyes had drifted again to Darnelle.

Those forearms really were huge.

Darnelle sat at an angle, elbows resting on the lab bench, jersey sleeves hugging the broad curve of his arms. His skin gleamed in the late-afternoon light, golden and deep, dusted with a sheen of sweat from practice. The tight weave of his athletic shirt clung to his chest, the lines of strong pectorals and carved shoulders easy to follow, easy to linger on.

Thomas felt the heat bloom low in his stomach, unwelcome and impossible to ignore. He shifted on the stool.

He hated this. Hated how aware he was of every movement Darnelle made... no.

It wasn't just Darnelle...

It was all of them.

Thomas bit his lip. He swallowed, trying to focus on the words being scratched on the whiteboard.

But nothing stuck.

What stuck was the curve of Darnelle's neck, the way his legs spread easily apart under the table, confident and unbothered.

What stuck was the clean, masculine scent that drifted his way--sweat, grass, something warm and worn in.

Thomas crossed his arms, hiding his own body's response. He told himself it was just curiosity. The unfamiliar. But the warmth flooding his face said otherwise.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to feel this.

But damn if he could look away.

Finally Mr. Henderson stepped back from the board. The letters, D. E. I were inked out on the white board.

"DEI is more than a buzzword or a set of rules," he said. "It's a commitment to acknowledging difference--and to working actively to make sure that difference is respected, not punished."

Underlining "DIVERSITY," he added:

"Diversity is accepting the things that make us inherently different or in some cases better." Mr. henerson pointed the dry erase maker at Darnelle, "For example, Darnelle, you are much larger and stronger than most white men, isn't that true."

"Hell yeah it is!" The man said with a smug laugh.

"Language, Darnelle." Mer Henderson stepped out from behind his desk, "With very little of tour strength you could have ended that white boy's life but instead he's just in a coma. That's equity. Treating them the same way they would treat us!"

"Same way?" The football player scoffed, "If I treated him like that, he WOULD be dead."

Mr. Henderson bobbed his head from left to right, "Unfortunately true. But you showed a lot of restraint and took a higher road. Beating him half to death was enough."

He paused, letting the words settle. The room was quiet--other than a small mutter from Thomas he quickly grabbed their attention.

"Something the matter, Mr. Grainger?" The instructor asked, crossing his arms.

Thomas looked between the pair. He felt like he shouldn't speak. The last time he had it got him in a lot of trouble. But Mr. Henderson was not Dr. Zane. He seemed... more willing to talk. And that's what this was all about wasn't it? Talking?

"All due respect, sir" Thomas cleared his throat. He hesitated a moment more, "but where I come from teachers don't tell their students to hit other students."

"Don't you come from some bumfuck city in corn country?" Darnelle blurted out.

Thomas felt a familiar heat rising in home. He was so tired of being pushed back in this school in such ridiculous ways.

"We.. well..." he stuttered. His mind taking him back to being leaned over Dr. Zane's desk. With that his ass ached. It wasn't pain. It was just a sort of growling rememebrance, "Sometimes it just feels like this school has some sort of reverse racism going on."

"Reverse racism isn't a thing, Mr. Grainger." The instructor pointed out.

"What?"

"When white people put down black people that's racism." The teacher continued, "When black people put down white people that's self-defense. This is why DEI is important. You as a privileged white person couldn't possibly understand. All of you are just to... to..."

Mr. Henderson took a breath, about to continue, when the overhead intercom crackled to life.

"Mr. Henderson, please report to the main office."

The voice was calm but firm. Mr. Henderson glanced up, surprised, then sighed.

"What the heck does Artega want?" he said allowed. Setting the marker down on the whiteboard tray he turned. "Looks like I'm being called away. We'll pause here. When I get back, we'll talk more about inclusion specifically how including black men uplifts all environments."

He gave them a pointed look, soft but knowing. "And maybe by then, you'll both have thought more about the questions I asked."

He moved toward the door, pausing to straighten a leaning stack of papers on the teacher's desk as he passed. With that, the door clicked shut behind him, leaving Thomas and Darnelle alone in the quiet room.

The fluorescent lights hummed faintly overhead. The scribbled whiteboard still loomed at the front, but the air between the two students felt heavier now charged in the teacher's absence.

The classroom was quiet now--just the tick of the clock. Thomas shifted on the stool, trying to focus, but his gaze kept drifting sideways.

Darnelle leaned back slightly in his chair, arms crossed, the fabric of his team jersey stretched over his chest and shoulders. His legs were spread just enough to make Thomas's eyes linger before he caught himself. The faint glint of red in Darnelle's hair flickered under the fluorescents, and the contrast of his dark skin against the pale lab counter made Thomas's stomach tighten for reasons he didn't want to admit.

He looked away quickly, but too late.

"You good, white boy?" Darnelle asked casually, a slight smirk in his voice.

Thomas's jaw clenched. "Yeah. Why?"

Darnelle raised an eyebrow. "Because you've checking me out this entire time."

Thomas flushed, throat tight. "I wasn't."

Darnelle's expression didn't shift, but his eyes stayed locked on Thomas. "Okay."

Thomas crossed his arms and stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the heat rising in his face--and elsewhere. He didn't know what bothered him more: being caught, or the fact that Darnelle didn't seem mad about it. He hadn't been looking at him! Not like that!

"Face it white boy, the entire school knows what went down in Dr. Zane's class." He chucked, "Rumor has it you really enjoyed yourself on that black dick."

"Go to hell!" The words flew out of Thomas's mouth

He immediately regretted it.

In a flash, Darnelle was out of his seat and across the room. Thomas jumped up but had no time to move before the black man had a fist full of his blonde hair. The younger student let out a loud whimper.

"The fuck did you just say to me, honky?" Darnelle snarled. With his leg he forced Thomas back against one of the laboratory desks locking him in place.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it..." Thomas tried to plead but the build football player continued to tug at his hair, "Please!"

"You're obviously a faggot, bitch. Every white boy is! Before they see their first REAL cock, some of them simply aren't aware of it. You're used to seeing white boys with pencil dicks like yours, aren't you? Dr. Zane's cock was probably the first real cock you've seen not in porn!"

Darnelle unzipped his pants and reached in. He grabbed his huge rolled up slab of black man meat and pulled it outside of the fabric of his pants. Letting his cock go the massive tool fell almost down to his knees.

The trembling white man just watched in awe as Darnelle's flaccid cock seemed unraveled all the way down to my knees and rested against the outside of his pants.

"Jesus Christ" Thomas exclaimed, "I... I don't understand how that's possible. Dicks can't even get that big!"

"What dicks. White dicks can't get that big! Theres no limit to nigga dick!" Darnelle said tugging at Thomas hair.

The white man groaned under the man's grip. A slight drip of drool fell out of the Thomas's mouth as he stood there, dumbfounded, locked in the darker man's grip. "You wanna see how this thing feels, don't you, honky? Dr. Zane's cock wasn't damn near enough was it?" Darnelle pulled at Thoman's hair causing his to lean back over the lab surface.

In a quick move, Darnelle grabbed Thomas with one hand and threw him over a nearby chair.

The white man stumbled forward almost falling over the other end of the seat.

As his Thomas' ass flew into the air, Darnelle angrily grabbed at the hips of the man's kahki shorts and pulled.

Thomas let out a yelp as he felt the fabric of his shirts and briefs fly over the globes of his ass. The air hit his back end and immediately he found himself impaled over Dr. Zane's desk all over again.

"You better be glad I heard about this tight ass pussy or you'd be in a hospital bed next to that other white bitch!" Darnelle raised his hand and slapped it across Thomas' right ass cheek.

A resounding clap echoed in the room followed by Thomas calling out.

Instinctively the white man began to crawl over the edge of the chair in a desperate attempt to get away.

Darnelle just shook his head. Grabbing the shorts not buckled around his ankle he pulled them over his Nikes. With he grip of his right hand around Thomas' ankle he pulled the younger man back.

"P-Please... I... I'll never be able to take all that!" Thomas begged, "I couldn't handle Dr. Zanes!"

"Not what I heard faggot! I heard your hole gobbled up his entire nigga dick!" Darnelle pulled Thomas hips up.

The white boy whimpered.

Looking back he could see the man's cock beginning to rise. Within seconds the black snake that reached for his knees had risen halfway up to horizontal and looked as if it had almost doubled in girth. The thick foreskin of the massive rose slowly slipped over the bulbous purple head.

It truly was a beautiful site to behold. Thomas felt his heart racing as he starred back at the lengthening rod.

"Is that true, faggot? Did you take all over Dr. Zane's cock?" The football player asked. There was no answer just a few whimpers from the bent over white man. Looking between the shorter man's thighs, Darnelle reached for the small nuts that dangled below. With a squeeze Thomas let out a loud cry, "Answer me bitch! Did you take all of Dr. Zane's cock?"

"Yes!" Thomas cried, "Please... please let out! Please!"

Surprising Darnelle listened.

Letting the shriveled balls go he stood back up to take in the sit e of Thomas's plump ass. He was packing a nice thick ass for a white boy.

But Darnelle didn't give a shit what Thomas wanted. He knew from what the students said, that the second this white faggot felt my nigga horse cock in his ass... he would be addicted forever.

That's just how white men are programmed.

Darnelle grabbed his hardened cock at the base and began slapping it across Thomas's ass.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

"You've been wanting this since you saw me, haven't you?" Darnelle asked. There was no response. He wasn't looking for one. "You've been dreaming of black dick ever since Dr. Zane breed your useless hole..."

That wasn't true.

Not completely.

Thomas's mind raced. It has been a few weeks, and the sensation still hadn't completely gone. Every day he sat in that man's class he couldn't help but stare at the massive bulge in his pants. The massive tool barely concealed beneath a thin layer of fabric.

Thomas could feel his pale dick shiver.

This wasn't happening! Not again!

Darnelle pulled apart Thomas' ass cheeks to expose his tight hole. He gathered as much saliva as he could in my mouth and spit a huge load right onto the white man's puckered ass. As his superior spit was trickling off of this man's ass and falling to the floor, he could could hear Thomas still begging faintly.

Darnelle pressed the head of his growing cock tight against Thomas' throbbingly tight hole. The tiny slit was still a pale pink wink. Dr. Sane hadn't completely ruined the whore.

This was going to be great!

Darnelle could hear an audible moan of discomfort escape Thomas's lips as the round head of the 14 cock began to push its way into his asshole. The black man pressed his way ever closer until the tip of dark meat was pulling apart Thomas' asshole.

"Oh shit..." Thomas body jerked forward but Darnelle grabbed his hips pulling him back, "Please stop! I don't think I can take it! Not again!"

"Shut the fuck up, white bitch! I haven't even gotten the head in yet!" Darnelle looked back at the door hoping no one would interrupt his fuck, "Save your screaming for when I'm plowing your as!"

Thomas felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

His hole was on fire and Darnelle had hardly entered him!

The black man tightened his grip on the base of his dick and pushed a bit harder. Thomas squirmed under the pressure, threatening to flip the chair at any moment.

Darnelle kept pushing until the entire head of his huge dick was fully buried in the puckered hole.

He could feel the incredible tightness of the man's ass muscles that were desperately clinging to his black dick already.

"Oh fuck..." Thomas whined through the burning sensation, "I can already feel my asshole ripping apart!" He tried to move away from the football player but there was no getting out of his grip and he feared what he might do if he managed to do so, "You're gonna break me... please stop!"

"That's just the head, twat!" Darnelle laughed, "This is why your honky asses are so god damn useless! You can't handle shit! But it only gets bigger from here on out!"

Thomas looked back at the dark man standing over him, cock locked in place. A few tears were making heir way down his pale cheeks.

The white man tried to looked down. A feeling of fear spread across his body as he took in the site of the full length of hard black dick position in his hold.

He couldn't help but marveled at the sight of the man's penetration. A full 13 inches of thick black dick was still sticking out, with nothing but the head swallowed by his own ass.

"This is my favorite part..." Darnelle said with a wicked smile, "the first big thrust!"

With that Darnelle grabbed this man by the shoulders and pushed with all his might. Against all odds, his entire cock completely disappeared in Thomas' ass.

The sound of Darnelle's massive nuts colliding with the man's ass echoed in the room. Not missing a beat, his enormous hands moved over Thomas's moth as the white man let out a muffled agonizing scream.

"FUCK!" Thomas's head flung back but Darnelle's hands followed. The second the entire foot of black shaft had ripped its way through into Thomas's ass, the white man felt a wave roll over his body. His three-inch dick shook and a few tickles of sperm dripped from the dip.

Darnelle looked down, almost unnoticeable there was a couple tiny drips of cum landing on the chair beneath him.

The black man gagged. Just looking at his barely 3 inch long pale prick was making him sick.

"And here I thought you didn't like nigga dick!" Darnelle said with a grin. "How come you came the second I filled you with black cock?"

He was still panting loudly.

"I... I don't know." Thomas whimpered. His entire colon felt like to was ready to burst, "I just... I couldn't help it."

"Just wait until I've been pumping this ass raw for a few hours!" The black man slapped the widest park of Thomas' white ass, "Your nuts are gonna burst!"

He pulled back a bit, slightly pulling out about half of his 14 inch cock, then ramming it back inside again.

"Oh God" Thomas cried. His hole was burning like hell fire, "... I... I can't take anymore! I-I feel dizzy."

"That's it, honky! Just give in to the pleasure! This is the only shit your kind is good for!" Darnelle began thrusting in and out of the man's once tight hole. Every time he pulled his dick out Darnelle could feel the man's ass muscles tighten back up. It was an extraordinary feeling to rip through a fresh hole again with every single thrust.

The sound of his nuts banging against Thomas' butt rang through the room. "Tell me what you want, white bitch!"

"I... I want..." Thomas muttered through whimpers and groans

Darnelle was pounding him as hard and fast as he possibly could.

Occasionally he had to hold the white man by the shoulders to stop his body from flying off the chair as it rocked back and forth

"What do you want bitch?" Darnelle yelled.

"I want... NIGGER COCK!" Thomas shouted at the top of his lungs as the black man mercilessly plowed his ass.

"Fuck yeah! I knew I'd break you at some point!" Darnelle spat a wad od spit onto Thomas's back, "You asked why I was sent to this program earlier. This. This is why! The Dean, Dr. Zane, and Mr. Henderson thought you needed another dicking down to get what the fuck black power is all about!"

Darnelle took his hands and tightened them around Thomas neck.

He squeezed as hard as he could. He couldn't help but smile as he heard Thomas helplessly gasping for air.

The white man tried his best to balance himself on the chair with one hand white trying to dig at Darnelle's hands with the other.

"Tell me what you want, you worthless white mother fucker!" At this point, Darnelle was practically screaming. He didn't give a fuck who heard. Anyone who stumbled upon them at this point would just turn a blind eye.

Hell, they'd probably help him hide the body.

Thomas could feel his vision darkening around the corners of his eyes.

"I..." The man gasped, his words barely audible, "I want you to break me in half..." Thomas wheezed through the tightened fingers, "Kill me with that monstrous nigger cock!"

Darnelle laughed. In the reflection of a nearby window he could see a huge grin on Thomas' face as he was literally choking the life out of him.

Suddenly, the sound swinging open interrupted Darnelle's fucking... but only for a moment.

"Damn nigga... you really getting it in here aren't you?" A deep void sounded.

Darnelle looked over to see the broad frame of one of the other football players. It was Ethan, the linebacker. A bulkier build, the black man stood back near the furthest lab desk.

"The whole school can hear this faggot screaming for your dick!" The man laughed.'

"Good to see you, my nigga" Darnelle called out. "I'm just breaking in this bitch. He's the fucker Dr. Zane laid into already."

"That white twat?" Ethan chucked. "I suggest you let the fucker breath or you're gonna be hidin' a body in a few moments."

Fuck.

Darnelle released Thomas' throat.

The white student gasped for air.

His lungs screeched as they filled with oxygen.

"I forgot I was choking the bitch!" The black man laughed.

"Damn, nigga, you must not have cum in a while." Ethan said gesturing his head towards the large massive black nuts flying back and forth between his legs, "This white bitch is really in for a surprise when you release your fuck load in his hole."

Ethan walked back up towards the front of Thomas's flailing body.

In one quick move he grabbed the man's head by his tangled blonde hair and lifted his limp head upwards.

Thomas was still gasping for air, as his reddened eyes met with Ethan's plump face. As Ethan looked at the man's smiling, almost brain-dead face, he spit the biggest wad of saliva he could on the man's face.

"Tell me what you want, honky." The linebacker demanded.

As spit poured down the man's face, he tried his best to speak properly.

"I... I..." His throat was on fire, "I want more... more niggers."

Ethan let go of the man's hair and looked back at Darnelle he hadn't relented his fierce pounding.

"Damn, Darnelle, you've already got this faggot screaming for more nigga dick!"

Ethan looked down at his teammates entire 14-inch shaft still buried balls deep in this white man as he was talking to him. "Why don't we see what you've done to this fuck wad?"

Darnelle leaned back a bit slowly. Inch by inch his massive rod began to immerge from the devastated hole

As the plump head finally popped out, thick strings of Thomas' ass juices held to Darnelle's shaft.

The two black men looked down at the huge, hole in front of them. It must have been as wide as my one of their arm and looked seemingly endless as it gaped wide open.

"Not bad at all, Darnelle," Ethan gave his friend a pat on the back, "... but you're gonna need some help if you really want to destroy this worthless white bitch."

Ethan reached down and unzipped his jeans Shoving his hand into his pants, he reached deep down to the base of his knees.

Slowly he pulled up his massive black meat that was already halfway hard.

Even Darnelle was impressed. The length of it was about the same as his own but the girth was unbelievable.

Thomas tried to find the strength to look back at the second mammoth cock being swung around his back end. His eyes widened when they fell on a black dick as thick as an arm. He couldn't believe how wide the new throbbing dick behind him was. It must have been about 10 inches wide in diameter at least!

"Holy shit..." Thomas muttered but neither of the black men heard him or gave a damn if they did.

"That thing must be twice as thick as mine!" Darnelle laughed, "But Mr. Henderson approved he fucking this white cunt! I don't know if he'll like it if you're here when he gets back."

"Fuck yeah! This fucked has destroyed countless white bitches, and fathered countless nigga babies by now!" He grabbed the base of his massive tool and gave it a few stroke, "I'm not letting Mr. Henderson deny me some sloppy white pussy!"

"Fuck yeah!" Darnelle slapped him on the back. "I wanna see that fuck stick in action!"

"Let's show this honky fag that niggas really are better in every possible way." Ethan laughed, "Move that fucker!"

Darnelle picked Thomas up like a rag doll.

Ethan pulled his pants down to his knees and sat back on the chair Thomas had just been lying on. His massive tool stood erect into the air like a flagpole.

"I see!" Darnelle laughed. Tossing the white man at the lab table he grabbed a secondary chair and moved it up to his team made.

Darnelle took a seat and with our massive shafts sticking straight in the air.

Their massive nutsacks were rubbing against each other, as their two black cocks wobbled around in the air side my side.

"Hey faggot! Get over here and fuck yourself on our big nigga dicks!" Ethan shouted.

Thomas for the briefest second imaged running towards the door and escaping this intoxicating hell but he knew better.

Instead he glanced over at the two black men with reddened eyes. Instinctively a grin crept across his face as he moved off the table and made his way to the two football stares.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, honky!" Darnelle grabbed Thomas' arm dragging him opver quicker.

Thomas starred down at the two massive cocks pointing straight up into the air. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in.

"My poor ass is never going to be the same." He said with a weakened laugh.

A pissed off look came upon Darnelle's face. He wasn't going to let this white hinky embarrass him in front of one of this team mates.

"Shut the fuck up you white piece of trash!" He shouted, "No one gives a fuck about your useless body. Now jam these two horse cocks into that used up cunt, now or I'll fucking kill your ass!"

Thomas knew he wasn't lying. Slowly he lifted his leg over the doubled chairs. Ethan reached forward to help him lift up and over the two glorious black dicks.

He was now floating above the two dangling dicks.

"What are you waiting for, honky?" Ethan said with an irritated tone, "Sit that wrecked white cunt down on these huge dicks!"

Thomas squatted lower until the head of our dicks rubbed against the still oily and dripping wet opening, he once called his asshole.

As he moved down, Darnelle's dick slipped easily into his gaping hole first, while Ethan's was starting to stretch and pull his ass more than he could have imagined.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Thomas screamed, "I can't do this! I can't!" Despite his words, Thomas was making no effort to pull away and still was lowering hiss quivering hole over the two massive black cocks, "Its going to kill me!"

"Great!" Ethan called out, "Then there'd be one less worthless honky in this world!"

"Shut the fuck up and force these two monster dicks in your white cunt!" Darlene reached up, grabbing Thomas's hips he began pulling the man down.

Thomas wailed as the head of Ethan's elephant sized dick head moved to disappear completely in his hole. The man was moaning and groaning while a couple tears streamed down his face.

"Good white bitch!" Darnelle laughed, "Now if you can take that much... you can definitely take the whole thing!"

Ethan sat up a bit and grabbed the man by the shoulders.

With all their might, Ethan and Darnelle pulled Thomas down towards the chairs.

The pair watched in awe as their two dicks were slowly swallowed up by the bitch's slippery asshole.

"FUCK!!! God help me!" Thomas screamed as loud as the pair had ever heard anyone scream.

With Ethan's cock now hugged tight against Darnelle's inside of Thomas' ass, he could feel it pulsating and throbbing like it had a life of its own.

"See that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Ethan laughed up at the white man over top of them.

Thomas looked a wreck. His reddened eyes flooded with tears mixing with sweat that seemed to be pouring out of him like the falls. Blue and purple streaks had begun to form around his throat from Darnelle's embrace. His tiny shriveled dick had almost disappeared into his body.

After a few moments of the man just kneeling down against the base of the two man's cocks, Ethan punched him in the side of the ribs.

Thomas's body winced.

"Damn!" Darnelle chucked, "That felt good!"

Following Ethan's actions he punched Thomas in his side.

The white man's convulsing body sent waves over their joined cocks.

"God damn!" You're right!" Ethan slammed his fist back into Thomas's side.

The white man called out as the pair of black football players began to beat at his ribs and chest.

"Don't just sit there, faggot!" Ethan shouted, "Use that gaping fuck hole to jerk off our nigga cocks!!"

The man yelped in pain for a brief second as the pair continued to slam into his sides. Finally getting the nerve he started to stand up as best he could before lowering back down in a very slow manner. His legs felt like they would give out at any moment.

"Fuck yeah!" Darnelle slammed his fist into Thomas' side as he lowered back down, burying their dicks inside his gaping hole.

"Oh I don't think so, faggot!" Ethan cackled, "You're not getting off that easily."

The linebacker looked over at Darnelle, both of them still lying comfortably back, "Come on, Darnelle, help me fuck this white faggot up!"

They both knew what to do. In unison, the black men both started thrusting upwards as quickly as they could.

Darnelle could feel one side of his dick rubbing against Ethan's thick veiny cock, as the other side stretched out the walls of Thomas's useless body.

"Jesus Christ! I can't take anymore!" Thomas called out as the pair of cocks blasted his interior.

The white man's eyes had rolled into the back of his head as Ethan and Darnelle mercilessly thrusted their cocks in and out of his ass. Their big, baggy nutsacks met and slapped together as their massive tools pushed their way deep in Thomas' hole.

"Tell me, fag boy... tell me what you love!" Darnelle yelled

"I... I love..." Thomas whimpered through tears

"Come on, bitch!" Ethan shouted, "I can tell you love this... now fucking say it!!!" By now the linebacker had picked up speed, getting in his groove.

"I... I love NIGGERS! I love nigger cock deep in my ass!" Thomas screamed in mindless pleasure. He couldn't get enough. Meeting the rhythm of their thrust he pressed his ass further down threating to crush the massive balls underneath.

"Fuck!!" Darnelle shouted, "Then take as much nigga cock as you can in that used up asshole!"

Ethan and his teammate kept jackhammering Thomas' ass for what felt like an eternity.

"I think it's time to fill this bitch! Impregnate this white fucker!" Ethan yelled.

Darnelle looked up at the white man squatting over their dicks and holding his stomach... probably hoping his insides wouldn't explode from the force of their dicks ripping through him. That was when Darnell noticed the building beginning to form around his ribs. He couldn't help but laugh. "What do you think, honky?"

Without missing a beat, Thomas smiled. "Yes! Please fill me up with your huge loads of thick nigger cum! Please! God please!!!"

Darnelle felt Ethan's big nutsack tighten and pull toward the base of his dark cock, just as his began to shake.

Thomas could feel the giant veins of the men's cocks start to throb and pulsate within him.

The dicks were expanding inside of him!

Thomas ass was a sponge, filling with gallons of cum.

With the only warning being a loud grown escaping Ethan's plump lips, both of their cocks erupted with torrents of cum.

With two rock hard cocks pulling Thomas open streams of thick semen immediately began to roll down the sides of their cocks.

Thomas could hear and feel the overwhelming sensation of their dense cum splatting out onto the chairs and floor.

Tightening his ass as much as he could, Thomas tried to hold onto as much of their fluids as he could, but he knew it was no use.

As the Thomas lifted his ass fully off of their huge dicks, they flung towards their stomachs and slapped with a thud, throwing cum everywhere.

The two black men sighed in enjoyment as Thomas's body fell to the floor in a seas of cum.

"You better get the fuck out of here before Mr. Henderson gets back." Darnelle laughed.

Ethan knew he was right. The linebacker stood to his feet. Reaching over he grabbed Thomas's khaki shorts and wiped the residual cum from his dick and chest.

Cum was literally pouring out of Thomas' ass. The scene looked as if one of them had turned a gallon of milk upside down and let it spill all over the classroom.

"I guess you finally realize now why you needed this program." Darnelle got to his feet. His dick shook through the air spreading more of his seed around the room. Ethan tossed him Thomas's cum soaks shorts to clean himself off.

The pair looked to the white man as he reached back to his ass and sloshed a big mound of their cum from his gaping hole.

He tried his best to shovel as much of it as he could in his mouth. Despite all his effort some of it ran down his face and chin.

"Sick fucker." Ethan laughed as he zipped up his pants, "Fun time Darnelle. We'll have to do it again."

Darnelle nodded to his friend who rushed to the classroom door. Turning back the black men saw Thomas's frail body fall over the lab desk.

"So good..." Thomas muttered as he reached over the surface grabbing handfuls of cum and scooping it into his mouth.

"You'll be begging for it too now... there's no going back now, faggot." Darnelle pulled his jersey back over his head.

The door creaked open, and Mr. Henderson stepped back into the classroom, a file folder tucked under his arm. He paused mid-step, his eyes scanning the room with slight surprise.

Of course his eyes fell on Thomas still lying over the black top desk buck naked covered in semen, his hole blown open.

"God damn, Darnelle you fucked that faggot's ass good." Mr. Henderson laughed, "Looks like he learned something today, didn't he?"

"He better fucking have is all I have to say or his family will be visiting him in the hospital as well."

"Hospital?" Mr. Henderson said, placing the folder on the already crowded desk, "Not the morgue?"

The pair laughed.

Thomas let out a soft groan as he tried to slowly adjust himself up off the table.

Mr. Henderson glanced at the clock on the wall. "Alright, that's all the time we have for today. We'll pick up again next Tuesday, same time, same place."

Darnelle grabbed for his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder. "Later, teach," he said, giving a casual nod toward Mr. Henderson. He gave Thomas a glance, "Later faggot!"

Thomas lingered for a moment longer, the echo of the moment lingering in the air like the hum of fluorescent lights. He watched as Darnelle made his way out of the room. He truly was a god.

Finally on his feet, Thomas reached over for his cum soaked shorts haphazardly thrown over one of the bench stools. He could feel Darnelle and Ethan's cum still oozing out of his once tight hole.

He didn't know how he was going to get home looking like this.

And for now he didn't care.

He could feel Mr. Henderson's eyes still on him.

"Where the fuck do you think your white ass is going?" Mr. Henderson moved back to the door shutting the pair inside, "I said class was over, I didn't say you could leave."

Thomas watched as his dark hands moved to the zipper of his fly.

"Dr. Zane said you had a sweet ass pussy, and I'm looking forward to trying that shit for myself." Slowly the teacher made his way passed the cluttered desk undoing his belt as he went, "Though, I'm sure the fucker is pretty blown out after taking his dick and now Darnelle's!"

"Please, sir..." Thomas spoke so softly he barely moved his lips, "I need more nigger dick."

Thomas slowly bent back over as the Racial Equity Education instructor pulled another massive black cock from its confinement.