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A Thug's First Photo Shoot

By WannabeWhitman (MM, interr, ds, 1st, reluc)

NOTE TO READERS: The following is a brief break from my "Stampley
Plantation" series. It's the true account of something I
experienced a week ago. If you're 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 <a
href="mailto:WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com">WannabeWhitman@yahoo.com</
a>. 

The following is a TRUE account of one of the most erotic things
I've ever experienced. It happened on January 2, 2007, exactly
one week ago today. 

I'm a white male in my early thirties, with an ever-increasing
appetite for young black males. I've 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 mewell intoadulthood.

In college I datedwhite, black, and Asian guys, and resisted
theidea that I preferred any one race to the others. Butover the
next decade, my desirefor black males intensifiedto the point
that I exclusively pursuedromantic and sexual encounters
withblackorbiracial guys. 

I love almost every typeof black male imaginable, fromcute little
boysto middle-aged hunks;preppy, college-boytypes; working-class
guys;pretty-boys; toned athletes; etc. etc.

But in the past two years, I've grown increasingly
obsessedwithTHUGS: both real thugs (those that actually sell
drugs, belong to gangs, live on the streets, do jail time,
etc.),andwannabe thugs (those whogo to school and stay outof
trouble, butadopt the hip-hop fashions and tough
"gangsta"attitudeand 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; andstrutting
self-confidence (sure it's masking deep insecurities half the
time, but it's still sexy!). 

Not having my owncar, and being too scared to visit the ghetto
looking for sex, I've found that the best way to meet thugs is
througha local phonehook-up line. To my surprise, I've discovered
that 80%of the guys usingthe line are young, masculine black
menwho are either "straight but curious," or bisexual andDEEP in
the closet ("on the down-low"). Thephone-line also seems to
attractlower-class black guys(including thugs), Iguess
becauseusing 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 encounterswith thugs. I've also had someluck on a
websitetargeted exclusivelyat black men, which seems to
attractmany thugs "on the DL" who areprimarily lookingfor other
thugs, butwouldn't mind getting their dicks sucked by a white guy
when they're horny enough. 

The only downside to these encountersis that I have to settlefor
the submissive role. Theseare guys who consider themselves
straight or "mostly straight," after all, guyswith girlfriends
and "baby-mamas" whoconsider sucking dick or getting fuckedto bea
grave and unforgivable betrayal oftheirmasculinity. In their
hyper-masculine culture, letting a guy slobber on their dicksor
fucking a guyinthe ass, all without kissing oraffection of
course, justisn't the same as being "gay." 

Nowdon'tgetme wrong: There is definitely something
uniquelyarousingabout 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 whatfeels like hours; eventually
"nutting" on my back or face before pulling up his baggy
jeans,mumbling something about calling me the next day,andwalking
out the doorwiththat 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, virginblack 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 notlooking 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 Kevin's 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 (inchoppy lower-case Ebonics) thathe'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 toldhim thatI would only pay good
money if he agreed tosuck my dick and let me kiss, rim, and fuck
him. After a dozen or more messagesin which henegotiateda
pricefor such an offer, we finallyagreed to a deal and scheduled
a time when he'd come to my apartmentfor 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 spokeEbonics in a
nervous, raspyteenagevoice. Despite his professed "thug" status,
he was clearly uneasy and intimidated in the presence ofa white
man nearly twice his age.Seeing his boyish face, skinny
adolescent body, and stylish hip-hop attire in person, as well as
smelling hisdistinct 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 he'd never been with a white guy before, and that
this would only be his second time getting fucked. He said that
the first time he'd 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.  

Kevin's 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 didn't 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 I'd 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 don't 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 wasn't confident or comfortable with the
idea of sucking another guy's dick. But I didn't 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 wasn't lying when he said he'd 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 boy's rectum. When I shoved a second finger in,
Kevin spun his head around in shock and anger. He later confessed
that he'd 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 wouldn't 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 Kevin's masculine
asshole. When I couldn't bear to wait any longer, I fumbled to
slide on a condom, slicked my dick up with lube, positioned
myself over Kevin's tense, prostrate body, and pushed my dick
greedily into the hot, squeezing slickness of Kevin's 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, Kevin's 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 Kevin's body sigh with relief when he realized the worst
was over. He knew that in no time he'd be showered and riding the
bus home, miles away from the first white guy he'd 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 I'd 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 he'd spend his hard-earned money on. 

"You think you got your money's worth?" he asked, smiling, almost
like he'd 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 he'd lick my asshole for a full ten minutes. At
first he turned his nose up in disgust, saying he'd 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 guy's
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 Kevin's 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 didn't 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 Kevin's 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 I'm 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 cousin's car, and they were
his cousin's guns), but bogus or not he ended up spending five
miserable months in the county jail. At the time, I figured he'd
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.

*****************************************************************
***** 

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 I'd pay the usual fee for our normal routine,
but that I had an idea for a way he could earn some extra cash. 

I'd 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
I'd 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 they'd only be used for
my personal enjoyment, and never shown to another living soul. 

I honestly expected him to say "fuck no........you think I'm
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 can't believe I'm about to do
this" expression, and shrugged his assent to the photo shoot. His
only condition was that I couldn't take photographs of me fucking
him. That's where he drew the line. I didn't force the issue too
much: I was just thrilled that he was going to cooperate as much
as he was. And besides, I wasn't 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
he'd 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 boy's
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 I'd 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 group's 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 Kevin's 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 I'd made to establish a good rapport with him, to assure
him that I wasn't 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
Kevin's 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 I'd 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. 

Kevin's 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 I'd 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 wasn't 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 Kevin's 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 Kevin's 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, "I'm 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 thug's 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 night's fun didn't 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 didn't 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, Kevin's
asshole squeezed my dick to a euphoric climax, and I unleashed my
hot seed while my dick was still lodged deep in the defeated
thug's ass. 

"Get it out........get it out," Kevin insisted, probably afraid
the condom might break, but also clearly impatient to have the
night's ordeal over with. I pulled out my dick, amazed yet again
by the impressive cleanliness of Kevin's 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. I'm 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 night's
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 he'd
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 I'd ever see Kevin
again. If not, I thought with relief, at least I'll 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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