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Subject: Adventure in the City (Part IV)
Date: Sat, 05 Nov 2005 02:20:16 -0800
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This is a fictional story. It includes acts of homosexuality and racial
slurs. If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please search for
something else to read. This story is not about or intended for minors.
Stranded in the city late at night after I had been separated from a
car full of my buddies whom I rode in with, I ducked into a magazine
shop to keep from getting wet in the sudden downpour. Turned out this
was a sex shop and to avoid loitering I had to buy five dollars worth
of tokens and go to the porn video booths in the back. It was dark in
there.
It felt like I was walking into a haunted house in an amusement park.
You never know what creatures will jump out at you from the shadows. As
I crept past the video booths I noticed that none of them had doors. I
guess it was a state law.
The booths were laid out in a maze-like design, and with the lights low
this design afforded its occupants a degree of privacy.
I wanted some privacy myself, so I stumbled down a dark narrow
corridor, hoping to find an empty booth where I could sit down, rest,
dry off and think. There was a booth at the end of the corridor, but
before I could turn the corner to enter it I noticed a strange moaning
noise.
I looked into the booth, and saw two figures bathed in the dim blue
light from the TV screen. An old white man, must have been in his
sixties, as leaning back in the booth. His white hair was askew. His
shirt was off, revealing a shriveled wrinkled body, and his pants were
unzipped and open.
Kneeling on the floor in front of the man was a young black boy. His
mouth was buried in the old man's crotch and he was bobbing his head
up and down on the white man's dick.
The man held the boy's head with both quivering old hands, pushing it
down each time the boy would pull up. I could hear that boy's lips
slurping on the old man's dick. The whites of the boy's eyes stood
out in the darkness of the booth and his black face.
I stood there, unnoticed, and watch as the young nigger serviced the
old man's cock. That old man was fully enjoying it. He sighed and
heaved in his seat. I slowly pulled out my own dick and started to
silently stroke it.
The old man entered into a spasm and his pelvis started to jerk
uncontrollably. He let out a loud sigh, as if something had just
exploded inside of him.
The boy choked and coughed. There was cum dripping out of his mouth.
White cum dribbling down his young black chin. There was also cum
trickling out of the boy's nose.
The old man let out another loud sigh and relaxed against the back of
his seat, while the young nigger wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand.
Suddenly the old man grabbed the boy's head and jerked it around to
his crotch. He wiped the side of the boy's face and with his cum
covered dick, and also wiped some of his cum in the boy's hair.
He grabbed the boy's jaw and forced open his thick tender black lips,
the boy complied. The old man cleaned his now-shriveled white cock in
the black boy's mouth, while the boy rested his head in the old
man's lap.
I slid back into the dark corridor, searching for another booth where I
could sit down alone - and maybe jack off.
Just then I heard a muffled bumping and loud moaning from one of the
other booths in the corridor.
(continued...)