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Subject: Adventure in the City (Part VII)
Date: Sat, 05 Nov 2005 15:57:07 -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.
I was crouched on my knees to get a better view of the white man
fucking the naked nigger's ass, while the nigger clutched a wad of
dollar bills between his teeth.
Suddenly I felt the dull thud of someone tapping my ass with his shoe.
I whirled around to see who it was.
I looked up and found myself staring in the face of that young thug who
tried to rob me in the ally earlier that evening (see "Adventure in
the City" part II). Now he was leering down at me. He was wearing a
heavy dark jacket and his hand was thrust in his pocket.
The boy's eyes grew bright in the darkness. He smirked and spoke in
almost a whisper. "So, muthafucka - we meet again. You still got my
knife, but dis time, I'm packin'."
He motioned to the covered hand in his jacket pocket, and pointed the
pocket at my head.
I was suspicious. "How do I know that's a gun?"
"You just take yur chances," the boy smirked, "there's nothing
I'd like to do more than have an excuse to bust a cap in yo head
after what you done to me in the ally."
I calculated my chances. My heart sank. I felt blood pumping hard
through my body. My mouth was dry as a box of salt. The boy laughed to
himself, enjoying it.
"Okay, okay. You want my wallet? You want your knife back?"
"I want more than them things." The boy bit his lip to suppress a
laugh. His white teeth shone against his black face in the darkness.
"Since you already on yur knees, how bout you start by lickin my
boots."
He stuck a dirty boot under my mouth. I looked up at the concealed
weapon and slowly lowered my head. I started licking the boy's boots.
"Thas it, white boy. Be a good bitch and lick this nigga's
boots."
I tasted the dirt and leather on his soiled boots. I licked over the
toes and the thick shoe laces.
He turned his boots sideways so that I could those parts too.
"Yeah, get em clean.."
After awhile he motioned for me to move out of the doorway of the
booth.
"Don't get up, bitch; I wanna see you crawl."
He walked slowly down the dark corridor between the porn booths, half
turned so he could keep the concealed weapon pointed at me. I followed
him.
He took me to an empty booth and dumped a handful of silver tokens into
the coin slot. He slowly undid his belt and let his sagging pants drop
to the floor. He kept the covered weapon pointed at my head.
I saw the familiar red silk boxer shorts that I had pulled off his
black ass in the ally just hours earlier. They were still stained with
his shit and my cum.
The boy motioned me with his jacket pocket, "Pull my boxers down."
I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled his shorts down to his
knees. The nigger's long brown cock was dangling in my face. It was
surrounded by hairy nigger balls and little curly hair on his upper
thighs.
I smelled the heavy scent of pubic hair and felt heat coming from the
nigger's groin.
He glared down at me, "wash dem ballz."
I hesitated, so he gave my head a push with one hand and held the other
hand with the concealed weapon against my head.
"I said 'wash em,' I aint gonna tell you more den twice."
I slowly stuck out my tongue and bathed his nigger balls with my mouth.
I tasted sweat and cum as his balls filled my mouth and the hair
brushed my tongue.
I tasted that nigger boy in my mouth. His testicles were giving off
heat and felt heavy between my lips. His pubic sweat covered my mouth.
His taste was inside of me.
I felt his balls rolling in my mouth as I gave the boy a tongue bath. I
licked between his sacs and cleaned nigger nutt off of every crevice of
his groin area. His dick was hardening and started poking my eye.
"Kiss dem nutts"
I held his hardening cock up gently and pressed my lips against his
hairy brown nuts. I kissed them again and again, as if I were paying
homage to them. My face reddened with shame. There I was, down on my
knees, kissing a young nigger's nuts in a darkened porn booth. What
would the folks back home think if they ever saw this?
I lifted the thug boy's balls licked under his nuts until I could
smell and taste the shit from his black ass. I kept licking and
swallowing the juices from his body.
His hardening prick started oozing precum on my forehead.
My face was between that black boy's thighs, kissing his heavy sacs
and licking him clean.
Now his dick was throbbing hard. I could feel it pulsating between my
fingers. It felt like a heater in January.
The nigger put his hand on my head and guided his dick into my mouth.
He barely mumbled, "Suck on dis dick."
He stuffed me with a mouthful of thick nigger dick and started pumping
it down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his black
cock in and out of my mouth.
I felt his warm thighs and pelvis push against my face. My face was
buried in his thick pubes, breathing them in as I chocked on that big
nigger dick.
His balls rubbed up against my lips. He kept pumping.
I held onto his smooth firm thighs as he pumped his dick in my mouth.
Suddenly I felt his body shake. I felt the rush of cum rising up his
shaft as the muscles in his dick pumped it toward the surface.
The boy grabbed my head tight and held my face in his ghetto pubes. He
let out a sigh. Thick, hot, salty and slightly sweet liquid started
spurting into my mouth. There was a series of these spurts.
His juices coated my tongue and started to ease down my throat. My
mouth tasted of fresh young nigger cum.
He drained his balls in my mouth and I swallowed his juices. He became
a part of me. His firm young nigger thighs held my face steadily.
My nose was filled with his pubic scent. He eased the pressure off of
the back of my head and let me pull away so I could catch my breath.
I tried to spit the cum from my mouth, but most of it had already gone
down my throat. I kept kneeling, bent over with my hands on my knees,
breathing heavily - trying to recover from the fear and the shame.
(continued...)