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Subject: {ASSM} Adventure in the City (Part VIII) mm/Mm/NC/Hum
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Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 11:10:01 -0500
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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.

(continued)

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