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A Thugs First Photo Shoot
   
  By WannabeWhitman (MM, interr, ds, 1st, reluc)
   
  NOTE TO READERS: The following is a brief break from my Stampley Plantation series. Its the true account of something I experienced a week ago. If youre offended by stories depicting interracial gay sex, DO NOT READ. 
   
  If you share my obsession with the beauty and sexuality of black males, check out my new Yahoo group! Explore your darkest, guiltiest fantasies about black males of all shades and ages. Join me in looking at interracial desire in a way that most are too timid to talk about! (The picture on the homepage is from the photo shoot described in this story!) 
   
  http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BlackBoyAddiction
   
  Any and all feedback is welcome and desired! I would love to hear advice on how my writing might improve, scenes or themes you particularly enjoy, suggestions for future characters or storylines, stories and fantasies of your own, and anything else you might want to share. E-mail me at WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com. 
   
  The following is a TRUE account of one of the most erotic things Ive ever experienced. It happened on January 2, 2007, exactly one week ago today. 
   
  Im a white male in my early thirties, with an ever-increasing appetite for young black males. Ive been attracted to black boys and men for as long as I can remember. 
   
  Unlike many white males with similar obsessions, I'm not a "size queen," nor do I have a racial inferiority (or superiority) complex, nor do I seek the thrill of breaking a taboo just for the sake of doing so. 
   
  The origin of my attraction is fairly simple and innocent, actually. I grew up as the only white kid in poor, predominantly black neighborhoods, so my earliest same-sex desires were directed at the black boys in school, church, and the neighborhood. So it makes sense that my original lust-objects continue to tempt and fascinate me well into adulthood. 
   
  In college I dated white, black, and Asian guys, and resisted the idea that I preferred any one race to the others. But over the next decade, my desire for black males intensified to the point that I exclusively pursued romantic and sexual encounters with black or biracial guys. 
   
  I love almost every type of black male imaginable, from cute little boys to middle-aged hunks; preppy, college-boy types; working-class guys; pretty-boys; toned athletes; etc. etc. 
   
  But in the past two years, I've grown increasingly obsessed with THUGS: both real thugs (those that actually sell drugs, belong to gangs, live on the streets, do jail time, etc.), and wannabe thugs (those who go to school and stay out of trouble, but adopt the hip-hop fashions and tough gangsta attitude and vernacular). 
   
  Everything about them turns me on: their sagging jeans; tight wife-beaters; flashy chains; numerous tattoos; "golds" on their teeth; guttural, almost incomprehensible Ebonics; and strutting self-confidence (sure it's masking deep insecurities half the time, but it's still sexy!). 
   
  Not having my own car, and being too scared to visit the ghetto looking for sex, Ive found that the best way to meet thugs is through a local phone hook-up line. To my surprise, Ive discovered that 80% of the guys using the line are young, masculine black men who are either "straight but curious, or bisexual and DEEP in the closet ("on the down-low"). The phone-line also seems to attract lower-class black guys (including thugs), I guess because using free minutes on a publicly advertised phone line is easy and affordable for those without computers. 
   
  Through this phone-line, I've enjoyed several erotic and memorable encounters with thugs. Ive also had some luck on a website targeted exclusively at black men, which seems to attract many thugs "on the DL" who are primarily looking for other thugs, but wouldn't mind getting their dicks sucked by a white guy when theyre horny enough. 
   
  The only downside to these encounters is that I have to settle for the submissive role. These are guys who consider themselves straight or "mostly straight," after all, guys with girlfriends and "baby-mamas" who consider sucking dick or getting fucked to be a grave and unforgivable betrayal of their masculinity. In their hyper-masculine culture, letting a guy slobber on their dicks or fucking a guy in the ass, all without kissing or affection of course, just isn't the same as being "gay." 
   
  Now don't get me wrong: There is definitely something uniquely arousing about being used as a black boy's bitch. Many black guys, and thugs especially, are extremely aggressive during sex, but in a confident, sensual way that makes them unrivaled lovers. I can enjoy submitting to a cocky thug while he grabs me by the hair and chokes me with his huge black dick; or orders me to "get back on that dick" if I dare take a break to catch my breath; or shouts orders and insults while fucking me with merciless aggression for what feels like hours; eventually "nutting" on my back or face before pulling up his baggy jeans, mumbling something about calling me the next day, and walking out the door with that sexy black-boy strut (a couple times with my wallet or cell-phone, I'm afraid). 
   
  But my most intense fantasies involve dominating black males: enjoying the feel of their thick Negro lips wrapped around my dick, or watching as my cock forces its way between the perfect half-globes of their black bubble-butts. 
   
  But I don't enjoy fucking just ANY black guy. Experienced, willing "bottoms" do very little for me. The instant I stick my finger in a loose asshole, or hear a black boy begging me to fuck him, my dick goes immediately soft. What I crave more than anything is fucking straight, virgin black boys, or "bi" thugs with girlfriends: males whose mouths and asses are strictly off-limits. 
   
  Of course making this fantasy a reality is easier said than done. 
   
  Kevin is one of the few exceptions. 
   
  I first met Kevin close to two years ago. I came across his profile online. He described himself as an 18-year-old "straight-but-curious" thug looking for other thugs. His aggressive demeanor even showed itself in his online profile: he emphasized that he was a "top only," and not looking for "fagges" or "bitch-acting niggas." 
   
  Of course his young age and stated preference for other thugs automatically made me ineligible for dating or hooking up with him. But Kevins pictures hypnotized me. I still can't put my finger on what it is about him that I find so irresistible. He's a little over six feet tall, with deep, dark-cocoa skin and a slender, slightly muscled build without an ounce of body fat. As stunning as his body is, I think it's his sexy, boyish face that first seduced me. He has piercing brown eyes, a wide nose, and lips of medium, perfect thickness. In his pictures, he wore baggy hip-hop clothing and posed with a cocky, "I know I look good" confidence. 
   
  It was precisely that arrogance that made me obsessed with the idea of possessing him sexually. It frustrated me to realize that my age and race would prevent me from ever experiencing that beauty first-hand. 
   
  I'd never paid anyone for sex, and had always figured I never would, at least not until I was older. But I knew that the only way I even had a CHANCE of meeting Kevin was to offer him money. So I sent him a simple, direct message: "Do you escort?" 
   
  He never replied. Desperate to know this sexy boy, I sent him a second message repeating the question. To my great disappointment, he replied, quite bluntly, "No." 
   
  A couple days later, however, I was thrilled to get another message explaining (in choppy lower-case Ebonics) that he'd never escorted before, but was desperate to make some money. 
   
  I have no idea what inspired me to be so greedy, but I ignored his "top only" description and told him that I would only pay good money if he agreed to suck my dick and let me kiss, rim, and fuck him. After a dozen or more messages in which he negotiated a price for such an offer, we finally agreed to a deal and scheduled a time when he'd come to my apartment for a two-hour session. 
   
  It's now close to two years since that first encounter, but I still remember it vividly. 
   
  Kevin was even more stunning in person. He spoke Ebonics in a nervous, raspy teenage voice. Despite his professed thug status, he was clearly uneasy and intimidated in the presence of a white man nearly twice his age. Seeing his boyish face, skinny adolescent body, and stylish hip-hop attire in person, as well as smelling his distinct black-boy odor, only intensified my craving to rip off his clothes and devour his reluctant body. 
   
  We talked awkwardly for about a half hour before doing anything. He confessed to being nervous because it was his first time trying the escort thing. He said he needed the money for a Greyhound ticket to visit family in another state. 
   
  He also told me hed never been with a white guy before, and that this would only be his second time getting fucked. He said that the first time hed tried, it hurt so badly he had tears in his eyes, and begged the guy fucking him to take it out. He bragged that he fucked girls almost every day, and only started messing around with niggas after getting high and experimenting with his best friend when he was 15.  
   
  Kevins innocence and nervousness only fueled my lust all the more, and I actually sprung a full erection just listening to his sexy voice. 
   
  Kevin was tense and uncomfortable throughout that entire first experience. Not accustomed to KISSING other guys, he puckered his lips like a 5-year-old boy kissing a girl for the first time. But that didnt stop me from devouring his face and lips, eventually parting them with my tongue to lick around the inside of his mouth in excited exploration. It tasted faintly like cigarettes, which usually would have bothered me, but with him it was actually a turn-on. He thought it was strange that I wanted to spend so much time kissing, but knowing it was his job to make me happy, he awkwardly complied. 
   
  I took my time removing his layers of clothing, and gasped at the revelation of his sculpted dark-brown body when it was finally out of its baggy clothes. With the exception of a patch of nappy hair above his dick, and tangle of dark curls around his asshole, Kevin was completely smooth. 
   
  His dick was breathtaking in its size and beauty, dangling at least eight or nine inches SOFT above two large, dark, low-hanging balls. 
   
  But the perfectly rounded slopes of his teenage ass were even more delightful than his dick. It was one of the most beautiful asses Id ever seen, even for a black boy. 
   
  After days of impatient anticipation, I savored every stunning inch of his slender muscled body, kissing and fondling and licking and sucking him all over. He tried to ignore my molestation by watching porn playing on the TV. 
   
  What I craved doing more than anything else was to lick between the muscled mounds of his flawless ass  a temptation all the more intense because he told me nobody had ever done that to him before. He lay on his stomach and watched porn while I dove my head between his fleshy buttocks, feasting on the tiny clenched hole hidden in the midst of his crispy Negro curls. I dont know what was more arousing: the first taste of his sweaty, near-virgin pucker, or his gasp of guilty pleasure when he realized how good it felt to have a tongue lapping at his butthole. He refused to moan or even sigh, but every time I asked if he liked it, he let out a reluctant but convincing, Yeah or Keep doin that. Of course I was happy to oblige, digging my nose and tongue deep into his moist but surprisingly clean ass-crack. The funniest part is that when I was finished, he insisted that I wash my face and gargle with mouthwash before kissing him again. 
   
  Later I enjoyed the sensation of his clumsy, inexperienced lips wrapping themselves around my dick. It was obvious from the occasional scrape of teeth, and the way he used his fist more than his mouth, that he wasnt confident or comfortable with the idea of sucking another guys dick. But I didnt mind. The warm wetness of his mouth and tightness of his black-boy lips was enough for me. 
   
  By far the best part of that night, however, was fingering and fucking his perfect, barely-touched asshole. I could tell by its fierce tightness that he wasnt lying when he said hed only been fucked once before. Before I even started, he buried his face in the pillow to brace against his expected misery to come. When I forced just the tip of my index finger past the tightened seal of his asshole, slipping into the warm, strange squishiness inside, every muscle in his body tensed and lurched from the assault. 
   
  I am NOT a bottom, he gasped, and I had no trouble believing him. 
   
  Knowing this made it all the more fun as I wiggled my finger around in giddy exploration of the mysterious, forbidden depths of this beautiful boys rectum. When I shoved a second finger in, Kevin spun his head around in shock and anger. He later confessed that hed almost punched me in the face for forcing my second finger in without warning. 
   
  But what made the experience different from so many others is that even though he was used to fucking girls, or being the dominant top with guys, and wouldnt be caught dead letting a white guy finger-fuck him under normal circumstances, his need for money forced him into embarrassed, disgruntled submission. All he could do was shut his eyes and whimper into the pillow as I shoved my fingers in and out of his ass, gently at first but eventually with selfish and delighted vigor. 
   
  My dick was instantly rock-hard and leaked with precum, eager to burrow itself into the warm, tight grip of Kevins masculine asshole. When I couldnt bear to wait any longer, I fumbled to slide on a condom, slicked my dick up with lube, positioned myself over Kevins tense, prostrate body, and pushed my dick greedily into the hot, squeezing slickness of Kevins insides. 
   
  Slow! Go slow! he gasped, obviously in severe pain. 
   
  But the pleasure of sinking my dick deep into his forbidden tunnel was irresistible, and I thrust eagerly in and out with increasing speed and intensity. 
   
  Kevin was almost laughably unresponsive as I fucked him, with the exception of his heavy breathing and occasional gasp of pain. He clenched his eyes shut in shame and endurance as I arched my body over him, kissing his neck, cheeks, and lips as I slammed my dick into his aching, unwilling asshole. 
   
  In a strange way, Kevins blatant lack of enjoyment made my possession of his body all the more satisfying. It thrilled me to know that he was only enduring his torment because he desperately needed the cash. I knew that my power over him was purely economic. Under any other circumstances, his thuggish good looks and sexy teenage body would be far out of my reach. I thought of all the girls who probably dreamed of having his babies, or the other down-low thugs who would have loved to get their dicks wet in his tight little strict top booty. 
   
  These thoughts raced through my mind as I hammered away at his surrendered bubble-butt, dripping sweat onto his face and back as I fucked him. 
   
  I wish I could say that I fucked Kevin for hours, but the truth is that I only lasted ten minutes at the most. The new psychological thrill of the experience, combined with his tight insides gripping and sucking on my dick, hurled me over the edge into one of the most euphoric orgasms of my life. 
   
  I slammed my dick deep into his bowels and unleashed my pent-up semen into the tip of the condom, collapsing my sweaty body against his warm, dark-caramel skin. 
   
  I felt Kevins body sigh with relief when he realized the worst was over. He knew that in no time hed be showered and riding the bus home, miles away from the first white guy hed ever allowed to fuck him in the ass. His asshole might be sore, but his pockets would be stuffed with cash. 
   
  When I reluctantly pulled my softening dick out of his slippery, panting asshole, I noticed with relief that the condom was completely clean. I also smiled when I saw that Id filled the condom almost halfway full with cum. 
   
  Kevin seemed much more relaxed, almost giddy, as he wiped himself off and put his clothes back on. I guess he was excited to have the whole ordeal over with, and probably already thinking about what hed spend his hard-earned money on. 
   
  You think you got your moneys worth? he asked, smiling, almost like hed be disappointed if I said no. 
   
  I enjoyed seven more encounters with Kevin throughout the next year and a half. We followed the routine established in our first encounter: friendly conversation for the first half hour, then kissing, sucking, eating ass, fingering, and fucking. 
   
  Kevin always hated getting fucked, and winced and groaned any time as much as a finger tried to push its way into his clenched asshole. 
   
  But in other areas he loosened up a bit, most likely because we became more friendly and comfortable around one another. I even got the sense that he opened up to me in ways he never could with his niggas. Partly because I ask a lot of questions and tend to be a good listener, but also, I think, because my age and the discreet nature of our encounters allowed him an opportunity to expose his more emotional, non-thuggish side. He was still just a kid, after all, a black boy nearly half my age.  
   
  Kevin also grew more comfortable sexually. His kissing became more energetic and responsive, and sometimes he even moaned when I licked his warm, salty neck, or nibbled on his earlobes. 
   
  On one particularly memorable occasion, I offered him an extra fifty bucks if hed lick my asshole for a full ten minutes. At first he turned his nose up in disgust, saying hed never done anything like that before. But the temptation of the extra cash was too great, and he reluctantly agreed..but insisted that I shower first. 
   
  After a hot shower, I pushed his head between my legs, threw my legs into the air, and watched as he shut his eyes, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and dove in for his first taste of another guys asshole. He was hilariously timid at first, pecking awkwardly at my asshole with his tongue. But with some encouragement and insistence on my part, he eventually lapped at it more energetically, clearly not enjoying it but aware he had to put on a good show or forfeit the extra cash. I closed my eyes, jerked my dick, and relished the sensation of his sandpaper textured tongue slurping clumsily at my asshole. 
   
  Another memorable bonus was the time that Kevin gave me permission, after much hesitation and wrangling over price, to cum in his mouth. On that particular night I was more interested in fucking Kevins mouth than his ass, and the idea of spitting my hot load into his disgusted mouth was an enormous turn-on. 
   
  That night I insisted he do more than lazily nibble on the tip of my dick, and I fucked his face quite aggressively. I forced him to kneel on the ground while he sucked my dick. After several minutes of bucking into his gagging mouth, I pushed him into a reclining position on his back, mounted his face, and shoved my dick in and out of his mouth just like I usually did to his ass, forcing him to take my cock all the way into the deepest recesses of his throat. 
   
  The sensation was almost HOTTER than actual fucking, and in no time I was shooting hot streams of cum into his startled, humiliated mouth. I guess the taste was too strong, or the shame too great, because he yanked his mouth off my still-spurting dick. I was annoyed at first, but didnt mind as much after being treated to the sight of my last few spurts of cum drenching his disgusted face. Kevin definitely earned his pay that night. 
   
  On a couple occasions, I noticed Kevins humongous dick getting hard while I fucked him. The first time this happened, he actually nutted on the bed beneath him, only halfway through our fuck session! More recently, he actually jerked his dick while I fucked him and shot a load of cum just seconds before I released my own load inside him. He insisted that the animalistic fucking in the Tiger Tyson porn playing on my TV had turned him on, but of course Im not buying that as the entire story. 
   
  Last year, Kevin was arrested on some gun possession charges that he claims were bogus (he was in his cousins car, and they were his cousins guns), but bogus or not he ended up spending five miserable months in the county jail. At the time, I figured hed moved away or grown tired of our arrangement, and was thrilled to get a call from him again, expressing desperation to make some quick cash.
   
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  This brings me to last Tuesday. 
   
  I was insanely horny after two weeks out of town, and already worked into a lustful frenzy from writing Chapter 9 of my ongoing series, The Adventures of Stampley Plantation. 
   
  I told Kevin that Id pay the usual fee for our normal routine, but that I had an idea for a way he could earn some extra cash. 
   
  Id received a digital camera for Christmas, and I was suddenly intrigued with the idea of photographing one of my sessions with Kevin. I knew Kevin was approaching his 20th birthday, and that the initial appeals of his youth and innocence were quickly fading. I also knew that based on his recent troubles, there was no telling when he might be locked up again..perhaps this time for a longer sentence. It pained me to think of my bright, handsome thug having his future snuffed out so suddenly, but I knew it was a sad likelihood. I guess I wanted some way of preserving the memory of his cute face, sexy body, and our terrific times together. 
   
  After a few minutes of friendly chitchat, I informed Kevin that Id pay extra if he allowed me to do an informal photo-shoot of him. I explained that I wanted to take pictures of him getting undressed, completely naked in various poses, and engaged in sexual acts with me. I swore to him that theyd only be used for my personal enjoyment, and never shown to another living soul. 
   
  I honestly expected him to say fuck no..you think Im stupid? At first he was extremely skeptical, asking if he could cover his face. I insisted that I wanted to have a record of his good looks, and his face was a big part of that. 
   
  Kevin laughed nervously, obviously uneasy with the whole idea. His main concern was that the pictures would get out and destroy his carefully protected image as a heterosexual thug. But there was also torment in his eyes as he considered the chance to make some extra cash. 
   
  He closed his eyes in a kind of I cant believe Im about to do this expression, and shrugged his assent to the photo shoot. His only condition was that I couldnt take photographs of me fucking him. Thats where he drew the line. I didnt force the issue too much: I was just thrilled that he was going to cooperate as much as he was. And besides, I wasnt sure how feasible it was going to be to stay hard and fuck the boy while trying to snap pictures at the same time. 
   
  I told Kevin to stand in the middle of the room. He sighed and shook his head with embarrassment, saying how glad he was that hed smoked some weed before coming to my place. 
   
  I began giddily snapping pictures, ordering Kevin to turn to the side, then all the way around with his back facing me. I drooled over the ripe ass-mounds pressing against his boxers, halfway exposed above his sagging jeans. 
   
  My dick lurched in my pants, as I realized the guilty but exhilarating fulfillment of several fantasies: making porn starring black boys; asserting my authority over a black boy by controlling his every move; and compromising a black boys masculine pride by forcing him into humiliating and effeminate behavior. 
   
  Things began innocently enough: I ordered Kevin to lower his boxers to reveal half of his ass-crack. I told him to lick his lips and look seductively at the camera. I asked him to lift his shirt to show off his belly-button and six-pack. I instructed him to unbutton his jeans and expose his wooly patch of pubic hair and just the slightest hint of the massive dick still hidden by his underwear and jeans. 
   
  After exhausting all the poses I could think of, I told Kevin to strip off his shirt and pants, eagerly snapping more pictures as he did so. Soon he stood in the middle of the room, completely naked and looking none too happy with the situation. In fact, it was the most resistant and resentful Id ever seen him. I think he knew what a risk he was taking, and began to regret making such a foolish decision.
   
  I made Kevin hold his dick and stroke it a few times for the camera. I had him turn around with his back to the camera, and snapped several shots of his beautiful buttocks in all their glory (one of these is the photo on my Yahoo groups homepage). 
   
  Kevin scowled and sighed with shame and annoyance when I took pictures as I groped his gorgeous brown body. I fondled his sweaty, massive manhood and cupped his heavy, low-dangling balls. I scratched my fingers into his coarse, nappy pubic hair. I spun him around and sank my fingers into the firm, warm flesh of his buttocks, savoring the beautiful contrast of my pale white fingers clutching his dark-brown ass-muscles. I ran my index finger down the moist crease of his butt-crack, trailing its dark scratchy hairs and rubbing against Kevins hot, wrinkled-shut asshole. 
   
  Kevin sighed defiantly when I instructed him to kneel on his hands and knees, like he was about to get fucked. I sternly reminded him that I was PAYING him for this, and insisted that he show a more cooperative attitude and EARN the money if he truly wanted it. 
   
  I felt somewhat guilty, realizing that I was spoiling the pleasant dynamic developed with Kevin over the past year and a half. Maybe I imagined things, but I swear I saw hurt and betrayal in his eyes as I ordered him to do increasingly embarrassing things for my camera. I winced to think of the effort Id made to establish a good rapport with him, to assure him that I wasnt some clueless jerk of a white guy, efforts that had been largely successful. All spoiled by this lust-driven indulgence in power and domination. After all my efforts to earn Kevins trust, to relate to him as a friendly equal, I was now just an older white man manipulating a poor black boy into degrading acts for money. 
   
  But Id already come this far, and the intensity of my lust, and high of my power trip took complete control over me. 
   
  While Kevin was bent over in a doggy-style position, I ordered him to spread his ass-cheeks and show off his tight wrinkled asshole. I instructed him to look over his shoulder like he was begging me to fuck him. He actually GLARED at me when I demanded that he lie on his back and spread his legs in the air. 
   
  This is some gay shit.. he mumbled, but begrudgingly complied with the request. 
   
  Kevins shame intensified as my intoxicating lust increased. I made Kevin kneel in front of me, and snapped several arousing pictures of him looking submissively up at me, his eyes dazed and bloodshot from smoking weed. 
   
  I ordered him to unzip my pants and place my fully erect dick between his lips. I snapped dozens of pictures as he tensely sucked my dick into his mouth, slurping furiously away as if he thought speed was the best strategy for escape. 
   
  Aroused beyond belief by the sight of this beautiful thug on his knees in resentful submission, I milked the moment for all it was worth. I seized Kevin by the back of the head, clutching at his crispy short-cut hair, and forced his head further down on my dick. I smacked my saliva-coated dick against his cheeks, nose, and lips. I took a picture of my dick buried all the way in the back of his throat, as well as one of my dick poking into his right cheek. 
   
  For a brief moment I was lost in the fantasy of Stampley Plantation. I imagined I was a slave-owner in the antebellum South, and Kevin was a dirty nigger-boy Id snatched from the slave cabins for a night of selfish pleasure. With Kevin completely naked, stripped of his hip-hop fashions and cocky thug persona, it wasnt a difficult fantasy to maintain. He actually LOOKED like a scared, angry nigger-slave, kneeling in front of me as he winced and glared while slobbering on my dick as it thrust in and out of his mouth. 
   
  After thoroughly assaulting Kevins mouth, I pushed him to all fours and buried my face between his fleshy ass-cheeks, inhaling his sweaty clean scent as I tongued his sweet puckered hole. 
   
  Eager to prolong Kevins submission, I soaked his asshole in lube and proceeded to fuck him with one, two, and then three fingers. His entire body tensed, partly from the physical pain and partly, I expect, from the shame and fear of having his humiliation captured by my camera. I snapped shot after shot as my fingers invaded the sloppy-wet tightness of his anal tunnel, the most private and protected part of his body. 
   
  One of the most amusing and arousing moments of the night came when his GIRLFRIEND called his cell-phone, and he proceeded to ANSWER IT as I was still plunging my fingers in and out of his asshole! He suppressed his grunts and gasps long enough to mumble some lame, Im chillin with my boys excuse about where he was and what he was doing. Meanwhile, I dug my fingers deep into his bowels, turned on all the more when I wondered what his clueless girlfriend would think if she saw her thug boyfriend on all fours, grimacing and groaning while being finger-fucked by an older WHITE man! 
   
  Sadly, that is where my thugs first photo-shoot had to end. Taking pictures of my dick stuffed in his mouth and fingers shoved in his shit-hole was bad enough, Kevin said, and refused to allow any pictures of actual ass-fucking. 
   
  But the nights fun didnt stop there. Kevin still had to earn his regular fee. For the next hour I kissed, groped, sucked, rimmed, and fucked my weary, degraded thug. I made him lay flat on the floor while I rested my own naked body on top of him and shoved my hungry dick into his hot, lube-drenched asshole. 
   
  In a kind of regression, Kevin didnt stroke his dick as I fucked him, and the only signs that his limp body was even awake were the short, raspy breaths that matched my every thrust and inspired me on toward orgasm. I pummeled his ass more aggressively than ever before, smacking his ass so as to leave no doubt of my domination over his athletic teenage body. 
   
  Just as tight as it was on the first night I fucked him, Kevins asshole squeezed my dick to a euphoric climax, and I unleashed my hot seed while my dick was still lodged deep in the defeated thugs ass. 
   
  Get it out..get it out, Kevin insisted, probably afraid the condom might break, but also clearly impatient to have the nights ordeal over with. I pulled out my dick, amazed yet again by the impressive cleanliness of Kevins ass. 
   
  Kevin stumbled to his feet and toward the shower without saying a word. I wondered with no small degree of sadness whether my lust-crazed experiment had made the boy hate me. 
   
  To my great relief, Kevin seemed more like his old self when he returned from the shower. Im sure the wad of cash waiting for him on the bed went a long way toward helping with that. 
   
  Damn, you was all ABOUT tryin new shit today, Kevin observed, smiling. You was even FUCKIN me harder. 
   
  I laughed sheepishly, happy to see him taking the nights humiliation in stride. The money definitely raised his spirits, and he talked excitedly about how he was going to buy some weed and put the rest of the money into repairs for an old car hed just bought from a friend. 
   
  I was quieter than usual as Kevin got dressed and collected his things, reflecting with a mixture of guilt and satisfaction about the uniquely arousing night. I wondered if Id ever see Kevin again. If not, I thought with relief, at least Ill always have the pictures. 
   
  Kevin smiled and gave me the traditional thug handshake. 
   
  Until next time, he added, smiling, and walked out the door. 
   
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  If you share my obsession with the beauty and sexuality of black males, check out my new Yahoo group! Explore your darkest, guiltiest fantasies about black males of all shades and ages. Join me in looking at interracial desire in a way that most are too timid to talk about! (The pic on the homepage is from the photo shoot described in this story!) 

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BlackBoyAddiction
   
   
   
   


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If you share my obsession with the beauty and sexuality of black males, check out my new Yahoo group! Explore your darkest, guiltiest fantasies about black males of all shades and ages. Join me in looking at interracial desire in a way that most are too timid to talk about! 

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BlackBoyAddiction
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