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Subject: {ASSM} Adventure in the City (The Return) Mm/humiliation
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This is a work of fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It includes
force, homosexuality and racial slurs.  If you are offended by this kind of
fantasy, please search for something else to read.  Having gotten all of
that out of the way, let's get on with the story.

   It had been a while since my last trip to the city where I used to
stumble down the dark corridors of porn movie houses, spying on all the
amazing things that were going on inside.  I decided to see if anything had
changed since my last visit.

   I wandered down the dark rainy streets of the city at night.  Bright
headlights rushed by; car splashed muddy water on my pants and sneakers.  I
shook my fist and cursed the reckless drivers, but I'm sure they didn't
give a shit.

   I spent the early part of the evening gulping down beer in local tavern.
While I was filling up on the piss-colored liquid I was thinking about what
might be in store for me in the porn movie theater.  I wish I had given
some thought to going to the men's room to take a leak before I left the
bar - but I was too absorbed in my visions of naked boys doing their hustle
to make some money from rich suburban guys in the darkness of the theater.

   Now, as I was racing toward the movie house I cursed my lack of
foresight.  I grabbed my crotch to keep from pissing in my pants.  I danced
from toe to toe looking desperately for a place to relieve myself.  There,
in front of me, was a parking garage with a bright Neon sign.

   I ducked inside the garage, still clutching my crotch in the bright glow
of the florescent lights as I made my way past the vending machines.  On
the far side of the bright hallway was a scruffy looking metal door marked
"Men".  I pushed my inside and raced to the nearest urinal.  I had no time
to spare.  I ripped my pants open and let a forceful flow of fresh hot piss
stream from my dick into the urinal.

   I breathed a loud sigh of relief.

   When I could finally relax and began to shake the excess piss off of the
tip of my dick I noticed a soft grunting sound coming from one of the
stalls.  There was also the rustling sound of clothing and of skin being
rubbed vigorously.

   I thought to myself, "I'm sure that this is not what I think it is. 
Nobody would jerk off in a public men's room."

   I zipped myself up and crept over near the stalls.  From where I was
standing I saw a pair of red and white sneakers pointing straight up.  The
boy's feet were making jerking motions.

   I drew closer to the door of the stall and heard the boy's heavy
breathing between his grunts, and the steady sound of excited stroking.  I
peeked through the crack in the door of the stall and saw a smooth-skinned
black boy pumping his hard cock.  The boy was lost in his own world.  His
eyes were half-closed and his lips were quivering as he anxiously pumped
that black dick - it must have been about 8 or nine inches.

   I watched as his baggy pants shook with his vigorous strokes.  They were
bunched around his ankles, revealing his smooth black thighs and firm
calves.  I pressed my face against the crack in the opening of the door to
his stall, but the kid didn't notice me.  His thick, moist dark brown lips
kept quivering as he leaned back and enjoyed himself.

   Suddenly he sat straight up and his body became rigid.  He let out a
loud sigh and a thick stream of cum exploded from his cock.  He shot two or
three loads of heavy white cream all over his dark thighs, his abs and his
pubic hair.

   The boy leaned back, eyes still half closed, and let out a loud sigh,
"Awww Mercy!"

   I took that as a cue to slip out of the room before he realized he was
being spied on.  As I left the men's room I heard him tugging on the roll
of toilet paper and wiping himself off.  I felt a rush of excitement in my
gut; so this is what it's going to be like tonight in the city!

   When I left the garage I was surprised to discover that what began as a
trickle of rain had now became a heavy downpour.

   I ran down the rain-slicked sidewalk, which reflected light like a black
mirror.  I noticed a shop just up ahead.  It looked like it was still open.

   The display window was bright, with popular magazines on display.  A
neon in the display window gave off a steady humming sound and cast a red
glow on the dark wet streets.

   The sign read: "Sex, Sex, Sex."

   I knew I had reached my destination.

   I ducked inside the store.  It felt good to get out of the rain.  The
place smelled of air freshener and cigar smoke.  A grey-haired black man
behind the counter, with half a cigar clamped between his teeth quickly
looked me over.

   "May I help you, sir?"

   I guess I was a little intimidated by the man.  I thought, "Maybe I
shouldn't rush into this too quickly.  What if someone I know sees me here?
What if the salesclerk thinks I some kind of pervert?"

   I eyed the boxed plastic sex dolls hanging on the walls and a line of
all kinds of hard rubber dildos.  There were big ones and small ones; black
ones and white ones; veiny ones and smooth ones.  I rubbed my shirt sleeve
across my forehead and felt my heart race with anxiety.  I looked
sheepishly at the man.

   "N-no.  It's cool.  I'm just ducking out of the rain."

   I shifted nervously on my feet as he continued to stare at me.

   "Well you can't duck in here..."

   I felt a flush of heat.  I wanted time to get adjusted to these
surroundings.

   I blurted out, "Why not?"

   The man narrowed his eyes, "Because this is an establishment.  We're
here to make money.  We aren't a shelter for the homeless."

   I bit my lip.  My face grew red with anger.  I was insulted being
compared with the homeless.

   I glared at him and stalked toward the door.

   His eyes followed me as he chomped on his cigar, "You gotta buy some
tokens if you want to stay here.  You gotta go into the back there and
watch a movie."

   By this time I was standing by the glass door and could hear the torrent
of rain pounding the sidewalk.

   I didn't want to go back outside in that.  Besides, isn't this what I
came here for in the first place?  Isn't this what my adventure in the city
is all about?

   "How much for the tokens?"

   "You gotta buy five dollars worth.  This is a business."

   I pulled out a crumpled five dollar bill and slapped it on the counter.
The gray-haired man pulled a silver lever on the token dispenser beside the
cash register.  He pulled five times, as shiny aluminum coins piled into
the palm of his hand.

   "Okay." He slapped the tower of coins down on the counter.  "You can go
to the back and enjoy yourself."

   I swallowed hard and barely mumbled, "Thank you."

   I brushed past strings of beads that covered the archway leading to the
back.  I had no idea what to expect; there was no way of telling what might
be in store for me.

   It was dark, except for the dull glow of low lights in the display case
outside of each booth.  Most of signs read something like this: "Preview
Movie 25 cents a Token"

   The backroom smelled of cigarette smoke, urine and cum.

   It felt like I was walking into a haunted house in an amusement park. 
You never know what creatures will jump out at you from the shadows.  As I
crept past the video booths I noticed that none of them had doors. 
Somebody later explained to me that this was because it is state law, to
discourage sexual activity.

   From what I could see, the doorless booths only seemed to increase the
activity.

   They were laid out in a maze-like design, and the lights low.

   I stumbled down a dark narrow corridor, hoping to find an empty booth
where I could sit down and dry off.  There was a booth at the end of the
corridor, but before I could turn the corner to enter it I noticed a soft
moaning sound.

   I peeked inside the booth and saw two figures bathed in the dim blue
light from the TV screen.  An fairly old white man, must have been in his
sixties, leaned back in the seat.  His pale frame glowed in the dim light.
His white hair was askew and his face was slick with sweat.  His shirt
unbuttoned and open, revealing a shriveled wrinkled body.

   His pants were also unzipped and open.

   As I looked closer I noticed that kneeling on the floor in front of the
old man was a young black boy.  The boy's mouth was buried in the old man's
crotch and he was bobbing his head up and down on the white man's dick.

   The man held the black boy's head between his pale thin hands and pushed
the boy's face back down each time he came up for air.

   The boy's lips slurped on the old white man's cock.  The whites of the
boy's eyes stood out in the darkness as a bright contrast against his black
face.

   I stood there, unnoticed I hoped, and watched as the young boy serviced
his master.

   The man was clearly enjoying it.  He sighed and heaved in his seat.  I
slowly pulled out my own cock and quietly stroked it.

   Suddenly the older white man entered a spasm and his pelvis jerked
wildly in the young boy's mouth.  He let out a loud sigh, as if something
had just exploded inside of him.  The black boy gagged and he closed his
eyes as he took the old man's cum.

   The man's body continued to shake while the boy choked and coughed. 
There was thick white cum dripping out of the boy's mouth.  It dribbled
down the black boy's chin.  There was even cum trickling out of the young
boy's nose.

   The white man let out another loud sigh and relaxed against the back of
his seat again.  The young black boy wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand and tried to rest, but the older man suddenly grabbed the young boy by
the back of his head and rubbed the boy's face all over his softening
crotch.

   He wiped the side of the boy's face and with his cum covered dick, and
wiped some of his cum in the boy's nappy hair.  The boy looked embarrassed.

   The older man grabbed the black boy's jaw and forced his thick tender
lips open.  Then the white man cleaned his shriveled cock in the black
boy's mouth.

   I slid back into the dark corridor, searching for another booth where I
could sit down and be alone.

   As I stumbled down the dark corridor I heard loud dull thumping sounds
coming from one of the booths.  With my curiosity already piqued I decided
to check it out.

   In the soft glow of the video screen I saw a handsome brown-skinned
teenager who was buck naked on the seat of the booth.  His legs were
stretched up in the air and resting on the shoulders of a fat hairy older
white man.  The colored boy was getting his ass plowed - but good.  His
head bumped against the wall with every thrust the big white man made in
his tight young black ass.  I thought I saw tears streaming down the
handsome teenager's face.

   The boy's eyes were closed and his lips quivered, as if he was hoping
for the ass pounding to stop, but the hefty white man never let up.  "You
like that big white cock in yur black ass, Nigger?"

   The boy just whimpered softly and unconvincingly, "yes".

   He clutched his seat while his long teenaged cock swung from side to
side in rhythm with the pounding the older white guy was giving him.

   I noticed that the brown-skinned black boy had low-hanging testicles
that bounced up and down on the plastic seat.

   The white man pounded the boy hard, giving him a taste of real manhood
that he could never find in the ghetto.  The man grunted.  Sweat dripped
from his face and chest onto the boy's smooth brown body.  The boy let out
a pained moan.

   The black teenager's torn clothes were spread over the cruddy floor.  I
noticed a ripped, balled up FUBU t-shirt, tossed Timberland boots, and a
discarded silk head rag on the floor.  The floor was also covered with
sweat, cum and saliva; probably from people who had been in there before.
The boy curled his toes and bit his lip while he continued to take his
ass-pounding from that thick white cock.

   Suddenly the man let out a loud moan.  He stopped thrusting and his body
went still.  His dick remained buried deep inside the boy's ass.

   Then the big white man began to shake.  He looked like he was having a
seizure.

   Long thick strands of white cum oozed out of the black boy's ass.  It
made a puddle on the floor below the seat.

   The boy's mouth hung open in exasperation.

   I quickly slipped away.

   As I made my way down the corridor I noticed a young brown-skinned
Mexican youth.  He was leaning against the wall.  He barely had a mustache
on his smooth brown face.

   He appeared to be chewing on a toothpick as he was talking to an older
white man.  The Mexican youth clutched his crotch.  The white man give him
money and they ducked into a booth.

   As I crept closer to the booth I heard the boy say, "Yeah, suck on that
dick, Papi.  Suck it good."

   When I looked inside I saw the Mexican kid with his pants down below his
thighs and the older man stooped on one knee, sucking the kid's young thug
cock.  The boy had a thick plume of black public hair that looked like a
wild bush rubbing against the white man's face.

   The boy's eyes were aflame as he looked down at the older cocksucker,
serving his dick.  The man seemed to be doing a good job - tossing the
kid's caramel colored penis and balls with his tongue.

   The kid loved it.  He grabbed the white man's head and his Mexican cock
deep down the man's throat.

   The man rubbed his hands over the kid's lean rippled abs.  Then he moved
his hand further up the boy's body until he exposed the boy's smooth brown
chest.  He played with the boy's soft nipples.

   The older man kept slurping on the Mexican kid's dick while the boy dug
his fingers into the man's unkempt hair, making the man suck harder.

   The boy heaved and let out a sigh.  Loads of hot, fresh Mexican cum shot
out of the corner of the older man's mouth.  The boy spurted more cum into
the man's mouth and across his face.  Some of the cum trickled onto the
floor.

   When the kid was through shooting his load, he quickly pulled up his
pants and left without noticing me crouched in the dark corner, beating
off.

   The scenes from these dark booths rushed through my head.  I stroked my
cock hard with reckless abandon.  I forget about where I was.  I forgot
about everything that was going on around me.  All that mattered was my
throbbing hard cock and the sight of those men making black and Hispanic
boys serve them.

   Suddenly I felt the dull thud of someone tapping my ass with his shoe. I
whirled around and looked up.

   I found myself staring in the face of a young black thug.  He leered
down at me with his smooth dark brown face.  He was wearing a heavy dark
jacket and his hand was thrust in his pocket.

   The boy was silent.  He just watched me and smirked.  He motioned to the
covered hand in his pocket.

   I swallowed hard.

   "T-take whatever you want.  You want my wallet?  You want my Ipod?  You
want my cell phone?  You want my jacket?"

   The boy hissed in a low voice, "I want more than them things." He bit
his lip to suppress a laugh.  His white teeth shone against his black face
in the darkness.

   "Since you already on yur knees, you kin start by lickin my boots."

   He stuck a dirty boot under my mouth.  I looked up at the concealed
weapon in his pocket and slowly lowered my head.

   I licked that black boy's dirty boots.

   "Thas it.  Be a good byatch and lick dis nigga's boots."

   I tasted the dirt and leather of his soiled boots.  I licked over his
toes and thick shoe laces.  He turned his boots sideways so that I could
reach those parts too.

   "Yeah, get em clean.."

   After awhile he motioned for me to move into another booth.

   "Don't get up, byach; 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
on my hands and knees.

   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.

   The boy motioned me with his jacket pocket, "Pull my boxers down."

   I slid my fingers under the waistband of his silk red boxer shorts and
slowly pulled them down to his knees.  His long black cock dangled in my
face.  It was supported by thick hairy balls and rested between his smooth
firm thighs.

   I smelled the heavy scent of pubic hair and felt heat coming from the
black teenager'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 ghetto balls with my mouth.
I tasted sweat and cum as his balls filled my mouth.  I felt the course
hairs of his balls between my teeth.

   I tasted that black thug boy in my mouth.  His testicles gave off heat
and rested heavily between my lips.

   His pubic sweat covered my mouth.  His taste and smell filled my mouth
and nose.

   I gave that black boy a tongue bath.  I licked between his sacs and
cleaned nut-sac off.  I tasted every crevice of that black kid's groin.

   His dick hardened and poked me in the eye.

   He hissed, "Kiss dem nutts"

   I held his thick, black hardening cock and gently and pressed my lips
against his hairy sacs.  I kissed them again and again, as if I were paying
homage to teenage thug sacs.

   My face reddened with shame.

   There I was, down on my knees, kissing a young nigger's nuts in a
darkened porn booth.  How did I ever get in this situation?

   I lifted the boy's balls and licked under his nuts until I could taste
my own saliva.  I smelled and tasted the shit from that black boy's ass.  I
licked and swallowed the juices from his body.

   His hardening prick oozed precum onto my forehead.

   My face was pressed between that black boy's smooth, warm thighs,
kissing his 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.

   He 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 his thick black cock and pumped 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 soft, firm thighs and pelvis push against my face.  My face
was buried in his thick pubes, breathing them in as I chocked on that big
black cock.

   His balls rubbed up against my lips.  He kept pumping.

   I held onto his smooth youthful thug boy thighs as he pumped his dick in
my mouth.  Suddenly I felt his body tense and shake.  I felt the rush of
cum rising up his shaft.

   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 spurted down
my throat.

   He gasped and let out a series of these spurts.

   His juices coated my entire mouth and esophagus.  My mouth tasted of
fresh nigger cum.

   He drained his balls in my mouth and I swallowed his juices.  That young
black teenaged thug became a part of me.  He held my head tight with my
face in his pubes.  I could barely breathe.

   My nose was filled with his pubic scent.  He eased the pressure off of
the back of my head and let me pull away.  I gasped for a deep breath of
fresh air.

   I tried to spit his cum out of 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.

   The black boy laughed softly, zipped up his pants and slipped into the
darkness.

   I stumbled down the main corridor in the dark until I saw a dim
reflection sign that read "Men's Room."

   The door creaked open.  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 close together.  I
locked the door.

   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 the exposed wire, and
dingy light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  I noticed a closed vent behind
the toilet.

   The vents were shut, but I plied them open with my fingers and found
that I could peek through them to get a clear view into the manager's
office.

   The white manager had a brown-skinned boy bent over the back of his
couch.  The boy's black ass was bare; he had few tender hairs 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 man with a pot belly.  He walked beside the
bare-assed boy barking, "You're hard-headed.  You don't do what you're
told. I never should have hired you off the streets.  I need to fire your
black ass right now!"

   The boy was pleading, his voice muffled by the back of the couch, "No,
no please.  I'll do a good job.  I'll do anything."

   The white man seemed amused, "Why do you want this job so bad?"

   The black boy begged the man, "So's I kin git paid.  So's I kin have
nice clothes like all the otha niggas.  So's I kin buy games fo' my
Playstation."

   The manager chuckled.

   "Damn right you're gonna do anything I tell you to do.  You're gonna be
my black pussy bitch tonight."

   The boy's plea turned into a muffled sob behind the couch.

   The man unbuckled his belt and slid it off his waist.  He rolled part of
the leather around his wrist and slashed the boy's black ass like he was
punishing a runaway slave.

   The black boy's body involuntarily jumped with every stroke.

   The manager whipped the boy's black ass until welts began to appear on
the boy's brown skin.

   Then the manager stopped and stuck his hand inside the boy's ass crack.
He felt around inside of the boy's ass, while the helpless teenager let him
do it.

   He spread the black boy's ass cheeks and stuck his fingers deeper inside
of the boy's crack.

   "I'm tired of trying to reason with you hard-headed niggers.  All of you
young niggers have a bad attitude.  You need a white cock inside that black
ass of yours to teach you how to act right!"

   The boy let out a pitiful whimper.  The white man continued to finger
the boy's ass.

   The manager slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick white cock.
His back was facing me as he mounted the helpless teenager.  I watched as
his big hairy white ass pumped in and out.  The teenaged boy's legs jerked
up with the white man's thrusts.

   The manager grunted as he fucked the wayward black boy,
"Take...that...white...cock."

   The boy moaned in deep pain and humiliation.

   The manager didn't let up.

  
"I'll...fuck...all...you...black...bastards...and...teach...you...to...be..
.good...employees." The boy's legs shook with every thrust.  Each thrust
lifted the boy's ass and legs off the ground.

   The thrusts in the teenager's ass were steady.

   The man's hairy white ass quivered as he pounded his dick inside the
boy. His flabby arms shook.  He held the teenager's hips and rammed his
cock deeper inside of his trainee.

   I could hear the steady slap of flesh against flesh as the manager raped
that black teenager's ass.

   The boy let out muffled cries, "Oh shit, Oh shit.  No, no, no, no,"

   This only seemed to encourage his tormentor,
"Show...you...nigger...a...lesson."

   Suddenly the manager let out a loud groan and unloaded in the boy's ass.

   The black boy cried.

   The manager stood trembling with his dick in the boy's young ass.  He
continued shaking as he held the teenager by his waist.

   Then he let out a sigh, and pulled out.

   Streams of white cum flowed 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 pants back up, "And I'll fuck you just like I
fuck your mama any time I have to teach you niggers how to act right."

   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.  I slowly moved my hand to cock and beat off.

   I was deeply disturbed by all that I had seen and experienced.  I vowed
that once I got out of this madhouse I would never come back.  So this is
what city life is like after dark!  I knew I didn't want any parts of it!

   After I finished jerking off and shot my load all over my thighs and
hand I cleaned myself up so that I could make good my vows to get away from
this terrible place.

   I eased my way out of the men's room and moved quickly down the corridor
- looking for an exit.  I stumbled past another open video booth and
couldn't help but to look inside.

   There I saw a completely naked young black man, he must have been in his
late teens or early 20s, standing on the seat of the booth; his head was
cramped against the ceiling.

   An older white man was fondling his genitals as if he were inspecting a
nigger slave on the auction block.  He bounced the black man's large
hanging testicles in his hand as if he were weighing them.

   Then he had the young man turn around and bend over, pressing against
the back wall.  The black "captive's" ass jutted out, and the white man ran
his hand up and down his black ass crack, just like the manager had done
with the boy in the back room, and parted his ass cheeks.

   It seemed as though he had just purchased fine ebony merchandise.

   The man ran his hand up and down the black youth's muscular dark legs
and between his thighs.

   He turned the young man around once again and pulled on the black boy's
long cock.  It looked like a thick black rope dangling between his thighs.

   The white man ran his hand on his black captive's nappy pubic hair and
his muscled abs.  He started inspected the nigger's belly button.

   Then I heard him grunt softly, "Get down, boy!"

   The young black man dutifully got down from the seat and stood naked,
awkward and embarrassed.

   The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a few bills.

   The black youth reached for them, but the man drew his hand back and
held the bills up in the air.  "Not so fast.  Not so fast.  Not in your
hand.  Open your mouth."

   The black youth opened his mouth.  The white man stuffed it with a fist
full of greenbacks while the young man bit down.

   "Now, get on your knees."

   The black boy complied with a mouth full of bills; his face in the white
man's crotch.

   The man had him turn around and bend over, resting his solid ebony arms
on the seat of the booth, with his head pressed against the wall.  His
firm, plump black ass jutted out - waiting to be used.

   The white man stared at his prize - a naked black man on his hands and
knees with his ass up in the air; just where he belonged.

   The man slowly undid his belt, letting his pants drop to the cum stained
floor.  The black youth was still chewing on the greenbacks.

   The white man stroked his cock while his captive remained focused on the
money.  He bent over the black boy's ass and rubbed his hard white cock up
and down the boy's ass crack.

   Then, with a sudden thrust, he pushed his way inside the boy.

   The black youth winced, clutching the bills with his teeth.

   The man pushed deeper between the boy's thick dark buns.  He grabbed the
boy by his shoulders and pushed all the way inside of his the chocolate
channel.

   The man humped wildly in the black boy's ass.  The black youth's body
swayed with every thrust.  The man had full control over the boy.

   He picked up speed and force.  He grabbed the nigger by his nappy head
and yanked it back while he made that black boy take his hard white cock.

   The man's thighs slapped against the boy's firm black ass cheeks.  The
black boy grunted in pain, but he didn't protest.  He took the white man's
cock like a good boy.  He kept the bills clutched in his teeth.

   The man grunted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the boy's naked
back.  The boy grunted.  His body rocked in compliance to the man's
thrusts.

   The man let out a sudden yell, "Yeah, Nigger - Yeah - Yeah Yeaaaaah!"

   He exploded into ecstasy.  His body trembled from head to toe.  His face
glowed bright red in the darkness.

   The nigger looked pained.  His ass had just been thoroughly used.  Tears
streamed down his face as he clutched the dollar bills in his mouth.

   The man collapsed in exhaustion on the black youth's slick sweat covered
back and let the rest of his cum trickle inside the dark boy's body.

   I rushed to get outside.

   ************************************

   Out on the street the air seemed fresh and moist.  The night sky was
beginning to give way to the first signs of sunlight.

   The sidewalk was still damp from the heavy rains.

   I had had my adventure in the city.  I felt I got a little more than I
had bargained for.  I didn't know when I would be back - but somehow I
sensed that the tall dark buildings of this hardened town had not yet
revealed all of their secrets.  

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