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Subject: Adventure in the City (Part II)
Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 13:28:19 -0800
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This is a fictional story. It is not intended for minors. It includes
force, homosexuality and racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind
of fantasy, please search for something else to read.
In the last episode I had just arrived in the city and had to take a
leak, only to find a horny black boy jacking off in the toilet stall. I
gave him something to occupy his mouth while he was jacking.
After I left the men's room I thought I better try to catch up with
my friends. They were nowhere in sight.
I knew they liked adventure and figured they probably went looking for
prostitutes. But most of the prostitutes were on the main city streets
so they could pick up Johns riding by in their cars. My buddies
weren't out there.
Maybe they decided to score some weed. From what I see on television
and in the movies, most drug dealers inhabit the alleys. I decided I
better check them out.
I wasn't prepared for the contrast between the streets and the
alleys. As soon as I left the main drag, it became eerily quiet and
dark. The sound of rushing cars was cut off. The constant honking was
muffled. There were no streetlights. I was instantly engulfed in the
shadows of towering walls.
I have to admit I got a little nervous. To keep up my courage I started
whistling songs I learned in band, in high school - football fight
songs. I guess all that whistling and nervousness kept me from being as
alert as I should have been. I didn't notice him creeping up on me,
but the next thing I knew I was being pushed up against a slimy wall
with sudden force.
"Yo muthafucka, what you doin in my territory?" A skinny
brown-skinned young nigger with the bare shadow of a mustache
attempting to grow above his upper lip had me pinned against the wall,
with a knife pointed at my neck.
"What territory?" My voice was shaking. "I - I'm just looking
for my friends, I don't mean any harm..."
"You da po-lice?"
"No, I aint a cop. I promise."
"Yeah, yeah. Dats wha they all say. What chu got in yo pockets?"
"N-nothing. Me and my buddies just ..."
"Shut da fuck up," the nigger bitch slapped me. I could feel my
cheek turning red.
The boy started rifling through my pockets. He pulled out my wallet and
stuffed it in his coat. Then he started padding me down as though he
was frisking me.
"You holdin' any weapons?"
"N-no, honest...sir." I had learned that I better keep my answers
to the nigger short and sweet.
"Okay."
The black boy stepped back and pulled my wallet out of his pocket.
If I couldn't find my friends, my wallet was my only hope of getting
home. It had all my money and my dad's credit card. I couldn't let
a nigger hood rat get away with stealing my lifeline back to
civilization.
The boy moved over to a dim light hanging over the crust covered exit
of one of the buildings. He started fumbling through the wallet,
pulling out my driver's license, my dad's credit cards, my cash....
Just then the crusty door swung open and bumped the nigger from behind.
His body lurched forward and the knife flew from his hands landed at my
feet.
A fat gray-haired Negro, covered in smudged dirt, casually dropped a
plastic bag full of garbage outside the door, and without paying us
further attention, disappeared back inside the building.
I took my opportunity, picked up the boy's knife and rushed the young
thug. I wrestled him to ground and pushed his face down in the grime
and shattered glass on the cement.
I snatched my wallet from him, and the rest of my belongings.
"Yo muthafucka, yo - yo ...git up off me."
I was about to get up and run, but then I had second thoughts. This
nigger was helpless and needed to be taught a lesson. He was a bit too
big for his nigger britches.
I straddled him, holding his face to the ground and the knife at his
neck.
"The only way I'm gonna get up off you is if you show me what a
punk you are."
The nigger's eyes got wide, "I don't know what you mean, man."
"Ever suck your white master's dick?"
"Oh dayum, naw niggas don't suck no dick."
I slowly unzipped my pants. "They do now, unless they want to get
their throat slashed."
I started rubbing my flaccid white cock over the nigger's trembling
lips. I pushed his head harder on the pavement for emphasis.
I rubbed my dick back and forth on the inside of his wet nigger lips.
"Come on tough boy, suck massah's white cock for him. You know you
boys have to make good use of those thick lips."
I jammed the knife blade against his skin, almost piercing it.
The nigger's trembling lips started wrapping around my dick.
"That's it boy, and you better not bite or you won't get out of
here alive."
I felt the warm moist sensation of his soft, thick black lips wrapped
around dick and moving down the shaft. I felt as my dick grew harder
and harder in his mouth. I pushed his head up and down the length of
the shaft.
"That's it boy, suck on that big white cock."
I heard him making slurping sounds as his mouth engulfed my dick.
Niggers just don't know how good their lips feel on a white man's
dick. This boy's lips felt better than any pussy I have ever had.
I felt the cum building up in my nuts, the nigger was sucking my dick
good. My cock was throbbing hard and red. It had reached its full eight
inches. I pretended I was fucking my girl friend's pussy as I used
the nigger's mouth.
I groaned. My pubes rubbing back and forth against the boy's brown
face.
"Tell me you like sucking master's dick."
I heard the nigger trying to mumble a reply, but his mouth was full.
"Boy, don't you know better than to try to talk with your mouth
full?"
I pulled my hard red cock out of the nigger's mouth. A strand of
saliva made a sagging bridge between his lip and my throbbing dick
head.
"You like sucking master's white dick?"
The nigger boy's eyes were bright with embarrassment, "yes."
"That's not good enough, give me good nigger plantation
'yessum' and tell me you're a nigger who likes to suck white
dick."
I jammed the blade against his juggler.
"I-I-I'm a nigger who likes to suck white dick. Yessum. Yessum. I
sho do."
I let out a loud hoot and began to ease my way off of his body. The boy
looked relieved, but he shouldn't have been. I was still straddling
him on my knees.
"You niggers sure wear your pants loose. Why is that?"
"It-it's just the style." The nigger tried to lick the strand of
salvia off his lip.
"I think I have a better answer. I think you niggers wear your pants
like that because you want a white man's dick in your ass."
If niggers can turn pale, I swear this one did. He seemed to visibly
blanch in the dim light.
"I love watching you niggers running to catch a bus, as your grab you
pants to keep them from sliding off your ass. Lemme see what's under
those sagging pants, boy."
I grabbed the back of his loose pants and slid them off his ass with no
problem. His red silk boxer shorts reflected the yellow light in the
ally. I could see that outline of firm nigger butt under those shorts.
"Yeah, nigger. For a skinny boy it looks like you've got nice firm
ass on you, huh?"
The nigger just mumbled something and moaned like a whipped sheep.
"Let's see what a nigger ass looks like." I yanked his boxers
down to his thighs and exposed a smooth brown nigger boy butt. I
quivered in the soft breeze of the night air.
"Oh yeah, nigger. I'm gonna enjoy teaching you to respect white
power. I'm gonna enjoy civilizing that black ass."
I saw a tear trickle from the nigger's eye as he let out whiney cry,
"m-m-mamma..."
I laughed. Niggers sure can be funny when you get em in the right spot.
The squirming, crying, embarrassed nigger made my dick that much
harder. I started rubbing it on his quivering ass cheeks to warm it up,
then I jammed it in his tight black hole with all the force I could
muster.
The nigger let out a loud grunt, "umph."
I pushed his face back to the ground, "Take it like a man, black boy.
This is the only chance you have to learn about real manhood."
I started humping that black boy's ass, making him grunt and groan.
His hot chocolate channel felt moist and tight on my dick. I dung deep
in his black ass and moved my dick all around in it, fucking the
nigger's insides.
I couldn't help myself, I was enjoying this too much. "Oh yeah
nigger, you got a smooth black ass. Take that white cock in your ass,
nigger. Take it. Take it."
The nigger moaned and cried. I kept humping him, pushing my dick deeper
and deeper.
"Oh yeah, I'm fucking your blackboy ass. You're my bitch now,
nigger. Bet all your white girlfriends would laugh if they could see
you now, taking a big white dick up your ass."
The nigger squealed and wiggled around in agony and embarrassment.
"Yeah, wiggle that butt. That feels good on my dick. That's the way
you boys use that nigger ass."
He kept squirming under the weight of my body and the thrusting of my
dick. I grabbed his head and pulled it back as I rode that nigger's
ass with my white cock.
"Say 'the white man is my massah.'"
The nigger squealed, "Th-the white man is my massah."
I laughed and humped his ass harder, hearing my skin slap against his
firm ass cheeks.
"Say 'I'm just a horny black cunt who loves the power of a white
man's dick in my ass' - say it!"
The nigger was grunting under the thrust of my body. "I-I'm just a
horny black cunt who loves the power of a white man's dick in my
ass."
I watched the boy's lips rub against the pavement with every thrust
of my master cock in his black butt. I couldn't hold back any longer.
I felt a powerful surge of ecstasy rush through my loins. I let out a
loud cry and unloaded a big load deep in that nigger's channel.
"Yeah, yeah. Filling your ass with the white man's cum. You like
that don't you?"
I was more than surprised when the nigger volunteered in a muffled cry,
"Yessir. Yessir."
I felt another surge, and then another and another. Wave after wave of
hot thick cum unloaded from body and I shot into the nigger's hole.
The nigger boy had to take it too. Filled his ass up and had white cum
trickling out of his hole, down to his hairy balls.
My body collapsed on top of him. I lay there, panting and out of
breath. The hot nigger ass was still clutching my dick and massaging
it. I whispered breathlessly in the nigger's ear, "You promise to
be good and to stop robbing white people from now on?"
"Yessum," he weakly sighed, his voice still whiney.
After I collected my breath, I eased off of him and rubbed my shit and
cum covered dick against his wet nigger lips. "Clean me up boy, you
know what to do."
I jammed the blade back at his neck just as a reminder.
Slowly, the nigger licked my shit-covered dick. He licked the cum out
of the red piss slit and started licking down the length of the
softening white shaft.
"Suck it clean."
His trembling lips embraced my white cock and he started moving his
head back and forth on my dick, like he was bobbing to the beat of rap
music.
"That's it boy, do your job. Suck it clean."
The nigger cleaned my dick off good, made it shine. He also made it
hard again, with those warm nigger lips, but I didn't have time to
take advantage of the situation.
I stuffed my dick back in my pants and got up, checking to make sure I
had everything. Knife? Check. Wallet? Check. Credit cards? Check.
Driver's license? Check. Cash? Check.
I was getting late and I still didn't know where my buddies were. I
stood over the defeated nigger. His baggy pants were still down around
his knees and his red silk boxer shorts were pulled below his butt
cheeks. His smooth young brown face was on the grimy pavement, covered
with shit stains from his own ass and thick globes of white man cum.
I bent over and spat in his face, slapped his shoulder and wheeled on
my heels toward the street where there was light and there were more
people.
"Lata bro," I called back to him. "You be good now, hear?"
I heard the nigger whimper. I wasn't the only one having an adventure
in the city tonight.
Still, I couldn't help wondering what to expect next.....