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Subject: {ASSM} Adventure in the City (Part VII)
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Date: Sun, 06 Nov 2005 22:10:04 -0500
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Adventure in the City (Part VII)

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...)

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