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Hip Hop Hoes

This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain racial slurs and sexual acts which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment. 

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The law of the jungle dictates that the weaker male turns up his ass to the stronger male - as a sign of submission - allowing the stronger male to mount the weaker one in order to demonstrate his dominance over him. Jakiris was well aware that this is why he and his buddies in the inner-city ghetto sagged their pants all of the time. It was far more than just a fashion.

Jakiris, a 17 year-old hip hopper had his eye on a younger boy, named Darrius, for some time. Neither of the boys was "gay", but it's nearly impossible to stop raging male teenage hormones once they get fired up.

The younger boy was about 16 years old, the color of sweet caramel. He wore his long curly black hair bunched up in a frizzy pony tail and topped it off with a bright colored cap - usually red or green or blue or white - depending on the color of his jersey and his sneakers on that day. His thick red lips were topped by a gentle shadow of a peach fuzz mustache, hinting at that boy's emerging manhood.

Jakiris found himself somewhat hypnotized by the younger boy's flawless skin, especially when the boy was wearing gym shorts allowing Jakiris to see his smooth brown legs. For some reason Darrius struck Jakiris as being "innocent" so, Jakiris took it upon himself, as a challenge, to help the boy discover his erotic passions.

When Jakiris saw Darrius walking up the street he called him over. "Hey Darrius, come ovah here man, I gots a job fo you."

Darrius' eyes brightened. It's not every day that a budding recording star like Jakiris even bothers to pay attention to a nigga, much less offer him some work to do. He rushed over and stared at the older boy in expectation.

"I wan' chu to help me out wid' a song I be workin' on ..."

Darrius couldn't contain his excitement. He warm brown glowed with anticipation.

"But first u gotta cum wid me someplace where I kin see if u man enouf ta handle th' job."

Darrius' face became quizzical but he kept up his game face, looking street-hardened and deadly serious, "Thas wuz up." He silently followed the older boy into an empty storage room. Jakiris locked the door.

Jakiris faced the boy, "Pull down yo' shorts"

Darrius looked at Jakiris as if he was unsure that he heard what Jakiris had just asked him to do.

"You heard me nigga, I say pull yo pants down."

Darrius slipped his gym shorts down below his knees.

"Boxas too."

Darrius looked embarrassed but he figured this must be some sort of ritual of initiation. He slowly tugged down his boxer shorts revealing a thick healthy cock nestled on top of two pendulous testicles with a dense bush of dark pubic hair above  - all resting between the boy's smooth brown thighs.

Jikiris studied the smooth brown curves of the boy's body and the boy's tender bulbous ass. He sighed in spite of himself. His eyes went dreamy. If a white man, like Mr. Van Schmidt, could own any young nigga's body he wanted, then a nigga like Jikiris, who had everyone's respect in "da hood" should be able to own a nigga's body too.

Jakiris pointed to a box in the center of the room, "Sit down on dat box."

Darrius followed the older boy's orders. His eyes grew wide with disbelief as Jikiris stooped in front of him and began fondling the boy's cock, making it hard. Darrius looked away, embarrassed for Jikiris who was kneeling in front of him, playing with the boy's dick, and embarrassed for himself for getting a hard-on in front of a nigga when there were no bitches around to play it off as something other than what it actually was.

Jikiris leaned in; he looked up at Darrius and mumbled, "Don't tell nobody `bout dis." Then he stuck the boy's cock in his mouth and sucked on it like it was a caramel Tootsie Roll pop. The boy's cock quickly expanded and filled Jikiris' mouth.

Darrius let out a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan. He had never felt a sensation like this in his entire young life. Jikiris' warm moist mouth was wrapped around his cock and his tongue massaged the underside of the boy's shaft giving him pleasures he never dreamed of.

The boy tried to keep his "street mug." He was deadly silent and serious, but he couldn't repress the moans and sighs that escaped from his lips.

Jakiris grabbed the boy's hips buried his face in the boy's crotch. Darrius forgot himself, forgot the pecking order of the ghetto, forget his position in the social hierarchy - he grabbed that back of Jarkiris' head and pumped his cock in and out of the older boy's mouth, completely absorbed by his own uncontrollable teenage lust.

Jakiris chocked on the boy's thick cock. He swallowed his saliva and the boy's precum.

Darrius grunted and thrust in the black boy's mouth. His thrusts grew harder and harder  as his needs became more and more urgent. Darrius picked up speed and breathed heavily - panting now with restless excitement.

Jakiris went with the flow and allowed to boy to aggressively fuck his face.

Before long Darrius' body tensed - he let out a deep moan - his cock twitched in Jakiris' mouth. Thick blasts of creamy man-juice landed heavily in the back of Jakiris' tongue and the roof of his mouth. Jakiris nestled his face in the boy's pubes and nursed on the younger boy's cock without apology.

After Darrius had finished firing his load, Jakiris sat motionless with the boy's softening cock still resting on his tongue, leaking the remainder of his joy juice.

Jakiris swallowed all of the boy's liquid man-nectar before lifting his face from the boy's crotch.

When Jakiris realized what he had just done he became embarrassed. He looked up at the younger boy who was still in state of bliss.

"Don't tell nobody I done sucked yo' dick," Jakiris said in a threatening tone.

Darrius straightened up. He nodded, looking somewhat confused about what had just happened. He silently pulled up his boxers and his gym shorts. Both boys hardened their faces before returning to the streets. 

The two boys left the room - Jakiris couldn't even look at the Darrius and Darrius avoided eye contact with Jakiris. They didn't say another word to each other.
