Hip Hop Hoes Part 18

This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It may include sexual acts between teenagers.  If you are offended by this kind of erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for something else to read for your personal erotic fictional entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the author of this story.

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This story is not necessarily about anyone below the age of 18. It is up to the mind of the reader to fill in the details. 

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It was not an unlikely place for two teenage boys to be after school – in a dark alleyway between two tall buildings; but it was an unlikely sight nonetheless. 

A scruffy white teen had his trousers and underwear pulled all the way to his ankles while a dark-skinned black boy kneeled in front of him, sucking on the white boy’s throbbing cock.

There were sighs and moans of erotic ecstasy, and choking and swallowing sounds of an intrusion that was testing the limits of a boy’s ability to provide oral pleasure.

The white kid stared down at the black boy and grabbed him by the back of his head, “Work your fat lips on my cock, homes.”

The black kid shifted his stocky body, uncomfortably – enjoying the sensation of being orally “raped”.  Needing to be “forced” to submit to the other boy’s cock. Needing to be “forced” to “just take it”.

The black boy’s knees dug into the rocks, grime and broken glass on the ground, in the shadows of the narrow alleyway. He clung to the white lad’s hairy legs to keep from losing his balance while he sucked on the white boy’s cock.

The white teen sneered at him, “You wanted to know what it feels like being a bitch, you fucker – well now you know.”

If he didn’t know before, the black kid was learning. He tried to mumble a reply but all he could do was gulp and gag on the white boy’s hard cock as it pummeled his mouth. The white kid rocked his hips against the black boy’s smooth face, making him take his cock deeper and deeper while he taunted him.

“Wish I could take a picture of you, homes. This would be a good shot to post on the Internet. Nobody in school would believe that a tough guy like you secretly gets his jollies by being face-fucked like a little bitch.”

The black boy just whimpered and resumed cock-sucking duties. His close-cropped nappy head bobbed up and down as he serviced the boy who towered over and taunted him. 

He pushed the white kid’s body against the red brick wall while he allowed the boy to savagely rape his mouth. The black boy reached up and felt the white boy’s solid abs and smooth trunk as he allowed the boy to dominate him.

The white boy was surprised by how much pleasure he got from the black kid’s lips. They felt so good that all the white youth could do was moan with approval, “Fuckin’ nigga slave lips”. 

Eventually he managed to look back down at the black boy and said, almost to himself, “I guess it’s like they say, the tougher the dude – the deeper his bitch-side.”

That might explain it. 

There was no doubt about it, Tyrone was tough. He was known for his ability to intimidate all the other boys in the high school. It didn’t win him any points with the ladies though; he often seemed awkward and uncomfortable around them. He lived in a man’s world and didn’t have the patience to humor or patronize the emotions and obsessions of females.

The white boy pushed Tyrone’s head between his legs so that the black boy’s face was mashed under his nutt sack. “Lick under my balls, nigga, and lick my ass.”

Tyrone didn’t have to be told twice. He lapped up the shit juices from the white boy’s ass and thoroughly licked the underside of his testicles.

“Yeah, nigga. That’s it. Clean me up with your tongue.”

The white boy shifted his weight from the sheer pleasure of the mouth-attack on his naked crotch. The lad’s sneakers made a crunching sound on the gravel and crushed glass on the ground in the alley as his feet rocked to the motion of the black boy’s tongue-attack on the underside of his body.

The black boy was giving the white boy pleasure, but the white boy was giving Tyrone freedom. Tyrone felt free to lick the boy’s testicles, something that he could never do to another black boy; he would have to endure too much teasing and he would find it all too shameful.

Tyrone seized his opportunities and slurped on the white boy’s balls and ass in such frenzy that it seemed as though he was trying to outrace his mind before it could catch up with him and he would fully realize what he was doing; as if he was trying to outpace his shame and embarrassment from being another dude’s “bitch”.

 So long as kept up the momentum and acted on raw passion he would be alright. If he slowed down long enough to think about it he probably couldn’t continue.  And he didn’t want to stop. He shoved his face further between the white boy’s thighs and bathed the boy’s genitals with his mouth – and the other boy enjoyed it. He enjoyed having a closeted black cum-slut at his service.

He  looked down at the bobbing black face between his legs, “You really like it rough, don’t cha nigga?”

Of course he liked it rough. Rough was the only way he knew how to get it. He liked rough sports, he liked rough talk and he liked rough sex, full of force and passion. 

It was just as likely to give the black boy a hard-on if he was roughly fucking a “bitch” as it was to be roughly fucked like he was one himself.  It was roughness and the humiliation that aroused him, whether he was the giver or receiver, either way.

The white boy spread his legs as far as his pants, bundled around his ankles, would let him. He leaned back against the brick wall and held the black boy’s face tightly. He tossed his head back as he allowed his cock to be assaulted by the black teenager’s mouth. He tightly closed his eyes in sheer ecstasy.

“Ohhhh, suck me nigga, suck me.”

The boy used Tyrone’s face and his mouth as a living fuck toy. 

He humped wildly in Tyrone’s mouth, releasing all of his teenage sexual tensions and frustrations on the black boy’s body. 

Tyrone submitted perfectly to the white boy’s power.

If he didn’t have Tyrone to provide this service for him, he could have just as easily been home fucking a lifeless plastic fleshlight; but this was better – the use of the black boy’s puffy lips, his warm, moist mouth enveloping the white boy’s hard throbbing cock, was just what was needed to take the edge off of an otherwise stressful day for the white teenager. 

He felt the strength and the power of the black boy’s muscles as Tyrone bobbed up and down on his stiff white cock in the alley.

He looked down at Tyrone, “Suck it for me. Suck like you know you really want it.”

Just then the white boy’s whole body tensed and quaked. He erupted in the black boy’s mouth with a forceful gush of hot teen lava. It flowed down the black boy’s throat, causing him to choke, and then to swallow. He swallowed the white boy’s cum. He swallowed all of it to keep from drowning. He swallowed the teenager’s cum as it kept to shooting into his mouth in spurts – tasting the sweet nectar of the young white god who towered over him. 

The white boy emptied his loins inside the black boy’s mouth. His heavy breathing subsided and he loosened his grip on the boy’s head. This allowed Tyrone to pull back a bit and come to his senses. 

He looked around and the world stopped spinning. He could once again get his bearings. Tyrone realized the compromised position he was in, that he was on his knees in an alley, with a half-naked white boy standing over him; the boy’s cock was swinging above Tyrone’s head with strands of cum dangling precariously in the gentle breeze.

It would not look good if somebody saw them like this. Tyrone quickly got on his feet and wiped cum off his face with the back of his arm. 

The white boy yanked up his trousers. Tyrone stared in the boy’s face, still somewhat mesmerized by the boy – his long flowing hair, his rosy cheeks and lips. 

“You betta not tell nobody about this, son,” he said menacingly to the white boy.

The white boy shot him a knowing smirk, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody about what a good cocksucker you are.”

Tyrone frowned, “Okay – you best not.” He gave the white boy the once over and ambled down the alley as though he had just intimidated the boy.

The white boy cracked a smile, pounded his chest and shot Tyrone duces, “Mah nigga. You can do me anytime.”

Tyrone gave him a sour look, “Fuck you, man, just shut the fuck on up or I’ll smack the shit outta you.” 

He continued to amble down the alley with his manhood intact, hoping nobody would be the wiser.

