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Subject: Adventure in the City
Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2005 14:59:44 -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.
It was my first trip into the city. My buddies and I packed a car and
went looking for adventure - I had no idea what kind of adventure I
was really in for.
We went our separate ways. I wanted to walk up and down the city
streets to check out the street life, but I had to take a leak
something terrible.
I noticed I was standing in front of a parking garage. I was hoping
they would have a men's room inside - as luck would have it, there
was one right there on the ground floor.
I walked into the men's room, it seemed empty. My footsteps echoed on
the tiled floor. I stood over the urinal letting out a long stream of
hot piss. I couldn't help letting out a loud sigh of relief, I had
been holding this piss in for more than a half hour.
Just then I noticed a soft grunting sound coming from one of the toilet
stalls. After the splashing of my piss subsided, I could hear a steady
rustling sound, like the steady rubbing of skin.
I looked over at the stalls and saw a pair of sneakers pointed straight
up and making jerking motions.
I shook my dick over the urinal and zipped up, the sounds continued.
I crept over the door of the stall and heard heavy breathing and steady
stroking.
I looked between the crack in the door of the stall and saw a
smooth-skinned black boy pumping his dick hard. His eyes were closed
and his lips were quivering. He was breathing heavily.
Curious, I slipped into the stall next to his and stood on the toilet
seat to get a better look overhead. The boy was pumping hard, stroking
that big black dick - it must have been about 8 and a half or nine
inches.
His baggy pants were down below his thighs and his legs were shaking
has he pumped his cock. Since he seemed unaware of anything going on
around him I reached over the cold marble wall of the toilet stall and
unlocked his door.
I quickly jumped down from the seat I was standing on and grabbed his
door before it could swing open too suddenly. The boy was still pumping
away and breathing heavily. His dark brown lips were thick and moist as
he leaned back enjoying himself.
I slipped into his stall and quietly locked the door behind me. His
hips were starting to gyrate, I was afraid he was close to cumming -
I had to work fast.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my fully erect white cock and pushed
it in front of his face, almost touching the nigger's lower lip.
I heard the boy softly mumble something and move his head forward, it
was just enough for me to slide my dick in his mouth.
The nigger jumped in surprise, but it was too late. I shoved his mouth
full with a thick white cock and watched his eyes grow big with shock.
I grabbed the back of his head and hissed, "yeah black boy - suck
on this big white dick."
He pulled his mouth away, "muthafuck - what the fuck?"
I moved my groin back in front on the boy's face and grabbed his head
with both hands, "shut the fuck up boy, you know you like it."
"muthafucka ..."
"Say what you want, nigger - but if you don't get back to sucking
my dick I'll make a lot of noise and open the door and people will
come in here and think that you're a faggot. You think I won't?"
The boy just glared at me and bit his lip.
I pushed his black face in my pubes and rubbed my hard white log under
his noise and over his nigger lips. Then I stuck it in his mouth.
"Get back to work, boy - I was enjoying it."
I slid my dick between his thick wet black lips and started pumping it
slowly in and out - and he let me do it, too.
I grabbed his head and used his mouth like a bitch's pussy. My balls
slapped his chin.
I was breathless, "oh yeah, suck me nigger."
I could hear him mumbling, trying to talk but careful not to bite or
cause commotion. My dick slid on his thick tongue as I fucked that
nigger's face. I noticed he was stroking his own cock again.
"Yeah, you like that don't you? All you tough nigger boys need is a
little domination to put you in line."
The nigger slowly nodded "yes" with my thick white cock between his
lips.
"Suck your master's dick, you horny nigger slave." I grabbed his
head and pushed it back while I bore down on his face with my hips.
Now I was fucking his mouth with fury. I heard him choke and gag as my
white cock pushed its way to the back of his throat.
His hot wet mouth was wrapped around my hard throbbing cock. I
couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a loud sigh and unloaded
down the boy's throat.
Wave after wave of hot streaming thick cum shooting in his nigger
mouth. Then I pulled back and shot a few wads on his black face. Cum
dripped off his nose and thick black lips.
I stood back to admire my art work.
"lookin good."
I stuffed my dick back in my shorts and zipped myself up. He sat there
stroking his dick with his eyes closed and my cum dripping down his
face.
I slowly backed up and let myself out. I left the door of his stall
open and heard him give a long moan as if he was having an orgasm -
but I didn't look back.
I knew I was in for many more adventures in the city.