Message-ID: <52455asstr$1131898201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: g47g2000cwa.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "classic rider" <classicrider14@excite.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1131880435.584272.50760@g47g2000cwa.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 11:14:01 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows NT 5.1; SV1; .NET CLR 1.1.4322),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: g47g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=141.151.140.185; posting-account=n27vdg0AAABnfqQpQ4-o8ZpVuEEssfHW X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 13 Nov 2005 03:13:55 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Adventure in the City (Part VIII) mm/Mm/NC/Hum Lines: 147 Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 11:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52455> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, newsman 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. The young black thug I had encountered in the ally (Adventure in the City, Part II) caught up with me in the dark corridors of a porn movie house. He exacted his revenge by making me lick his boot and suck his black dick and balls. Now I was kneeling and bent over, trying to get the taste of his cum and pubic sweat out of my mouth. The boy zipped up his pants and smirked. "Okay, empty your pockets. I want yo wallet and my knife." I turned the items over to him and he spat on my face. When I lifted my hand to wipe it off, the thug's eyes got big as if he had been challenged. "Yo, yo - thas disrespectin.' Don't wipe my spit off yo face while I'm still standin' here. When a nigga spit in yo face, you supposed to like it." He drew up a deep hawker from the back of his throat and spat in my face again, and laughed. The thug rifled through my wallet and removed the money, then he threw the empty wallet back in my lap. I was stunned and spoke before I could think the better of it, "You mean you're giving me my wallet back?" It still had my driver's license and my dad's credit card. He gave me an ironic look, "Yeah, I gotta give you some respect. You hard core. The way you fucked my ass in dat ally tells me you aint no chump. If I disrespect you after you fucked my ass, then what that say about me? I'd have to be a real punk if I been punked by a punk." He slid into the dark corridor and disappeared. I wiped the nigger's saliva off of my face with my sleeve. I still had to find my buddies. Now that I carried the smell of the boy's sweaty testicles and the taste of his cum with me, I wanted to find a place where I could wash it off. I stumbled down the main corridor in the dark until I saw a dim reflection sign that read "Men's Room." I opened the door, and it creaked. It was a small restroom - barely one person could fit in it at a time, probably to discourage sexual activity. There was a single porcelain toilet and a dirty sink jammed closely together. After rinsing out my mouth several times, and washing my face thoroughly, I sat on the toilet and put my face in my hands, in exhaustion and shame. I must have nodded off; I lost track of time. I woke up to the sound of commotion, but didn't know where it was coming from. I looked at the graffiti-covered drywall, and exposed wire, and dingy light bulb hanging from the ceiling. I noticed a closed vent behind the toilet. It was in the shadows. The vents were shut, but I plied them open with my fingers. I found that I could peek through and get a clear view into the manager's office. The manager had a brown-skinned boy bent over the back of his couch. The boy's black ass was bare; he had hair on his slender legs. I couldn't see his face, just his legs and his feet and his naked black ass. The manager was a large white man with a pot belly. He walked beside the bare-assed boy and started barking, "You no-good low-down thief. You tried to rob my store. I could turn you over to the police." The boy was pleading, his voice muffled by the back of the couch, "No, no please. I'll do anything. I don't want to go back to jail." The manager growled, chewing on the end of a cigar, "Damn right you'll do anything. You're gonna be my pussy tonight." The boy's plea was muffled by the couch, "Please, please, don't turn me over to the cops." The man unbuckled his belt and slid it off his waist. He rolled part of the leather around his wrist and started slashing the boy's black ass with the loose end. The nigger jumped with every stroke. He yelped and whimpered, but he didn't try to get away. The man kept whipping the boy's behind while the nigger whimpered. Red welts began to appear on the boy's brown skin. The man started feeling the boy's ass cheeks and sticking his fingers inside his crack. "I'm tired of you niggers always stealing from me. I lose more money in stolen inventory than I make in sales." The boy continued to plead, "Please, please, please." An sadistic smirk crossed the manager's face. "Do you mean, please stick this white cock in your black ass?" The boy gave a muffled reply, "Y-yes. Yes." The manager grinned. "That's what I want to hear." He unzipped his pants. The manager's back was facing me as he mounted the black boy. His big white hairy ass pumped in and out while the young nigger's legs jerked up with every thrust. I heard the nigger moan, "Ouch, oww, oh, oh, ouch, uh, oh..." The manager pounded away, pushing inside the boy's ass cheeks. The manager grunted, "Take...that...white...cock." The boy kept moaning in pain. The manager didn't let up, "I'll...fuck...all...you...black...bastards." The boy's legs shook with every thrust. Each thrust lifted the boy's ass and legs off the ground a little, and the thrusts in his ass were steady - the manager wouldn't let up. The manger's hairy white ass quivered as he pounded his dick into the black boy. His flabby arms shook, while he held the nigger's hip and rammed his dick inside the boy. I could hear the steady slap of flesh against flesh as the manager raped that nigger's ass. The nigger cried out, "Oh shit, no, no, no," But this only seemed to encourage his tormentor, "Show...you...nigger...a...lesson." The manager let out a loud groan and unloaded in the boy's black ass. The nigger cried, "Oh...oh...oh." The manager stood with his dick in the boy's ass, shaking as he held the nigger by his waist. Then he let out a sigh, and pulled out. Streams of white cum ran down the boy's slender brown legs as he remained bent over the back of the couch with his muffled cries barely audible. The manager pulled his own pants back up, "I still haven't decided what to do with you yet. You just lay there till I figure it out." The boy whimpered while the manager shuffled through some papers piled on his desk. I closed the vent and sat back down on the toilet. My dick was stiff as a rock. 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