Adventure in the City Part 2


In the last episode I had just arrived in the city and had to
take a leak, only to find a horny black boy jacking off in the
toilet stall. I gave him something to occupy his mouth while he
was jacking.

After I left the men's room I thought I better try to catch up
with my friends. They were nowhere in sight.

I knew they liked adventure and figured they probably went
looking for prostitutes. But most of the prostitutes were on the
main city streets so they could pick up Johns riding by in their
cars. My buddies weren't out there.

Maybe they decided to score some weed. From what I see on
television and in the movies, most drug dealers inhabit the
alleys. I decided I better check them out.

I wasn't prepared for the contrast between the streets and the
alleys. As soon as I left the main drag, it became eerily quiet
and dark. The sound of rushing cars was cut off. The constant
honking was muffled. There were no streetlights. I was instantly
engulfed in the shadows of towering walls.

I have to admit I got a little nervous. To keep up my courage I
started whistling songs I learned in band, in high school  
football fight songs. I guess all that whistling and nervousness
kept me from being as alert as I should have been. I didn't
notice him creeping up on me, but the next thing I knew I was
pushed against a slimy wall with sudden force.

"Yo muthafucka, what you doin in my territory?" A skinny
brown-skinned young nigger with the bare shadow of a mustache
attempting to grow above his upper lip had me pinned against the
wall, with a knife pointed at my neck.

"What territory?" My voice was shaking. "I   I'm just looking for
my friends, I don't mean any harm..."

"You da po-lice?"

"No, I aint a cop. I promise."

"Yeah, yeah. Dats wha they all say. What chu got in yo pockets?"

"N-nothing. Me and my buddies just ..."

"Shut da fuck up," the nigger bitch slapped me. I could feel my
cheek turning red.

The boy started rifling through my pockets. He pulled out my
wallet and stuffed it in his coat. Then he started padding me
down as though he was frisking me.

"You holdin' any weapons?"

"N-no, honest...sir." I had learned that I better keep my answers
short and sweet.

"Okay."

The black boy stepped back and pulled my wallet out of his
pocket.

If I couldn't find my friends, my wallet was my only hope of
getting home. It had all my money and my dad's credit card. I
couldn't let a nigger hood rat get away with stealing my lifeline
back to civilization.

The boy moved over to a dim light hanging over the crust covered
exit of one of the buildings. He started fumbling through the
wallet, pulling out my driver's license, my dad's credit cards,
my cash....

Just then the crusty door swung open and bumped the boy from
behind. His body lurched forward and the knife flew from his
hands landed at my feet.

A fat gray-haired Negro, covered in smudged dirt, casually
dropped a plastic bag full of garbage outside the door, and
without paying us further attention, disappeared back inside the
building.

I took my opportunity, picked up the boy's knife and rushed the
young thug. I wrestled him to ground and pushed his face down in
the grime and shattered glass on the cement.
I snatched my wallet from him, and the rest of my belongings.

"Yo muthafucka, yo   yo ...git up off me."

I was about to get up and run, but then I had second thoughts.
This nigger was helpless and needed to be taught a lesson. He was
a bit too big for his nigger britches.

I straddled him, holding his face to the ground and the knife at
his neck.

"The only way I'm gonna get up off you is if you show me what a
punk you are."

The nigger's eyes got wide, "I don't know what you mean, man."

"Ever suck a white man's dick?"

"Oh dayum, naw niggas don't suck no dick."

I slowly unzipped my pants. "They do now, unless they want to get
their throat slashed."

I started rubbing my flaccid white cock over the nigger's
trembling lips. I pushed his head harder on the pavement for
emphasis.

I rubbed my dick back and forth on the inside of his wet nigger
lips. "Come on tough boy, suck massah's white cock for him. You
know you boys have to make good use of those thick lips."

I jammed the knife blade against his skin, almost piercing it.

The nigger's trembling lips started wrapping around my dick.

"That's it boy, and you better not bite or you won't get out of
here alive."

I felt the warm moist sensation of his soft, thick black lips
wrapped around dick and moving down the shaft.  I felt as my dick
grew harder and harder in his mouth. I pushed his head up and
down the length of the shaft.

"That's it boy, suck on that big white cock."

I heard him making slurping sounds as his mouth engulfed my dick.
Niggers just don't know how good their lips feel on a white man's
dick. This boy's lips felt better than any pussy I have ever
had.

I felt the cum building up in my nuts, the nigger was sucking my
dick good. My cock was throbbing hard and red. It had reached its
full eight inches. I pretended I was fucking my girl friend's
pussy as I used the nigger's mouth.

I groaned. My pubes rubbing back and forth against the boy's
brown face. 

"Tell me you like sucking massah's white dick." 

I heard the nigger trying to mumble a reply, but his mouth was
full.

"Boy, don't you know better than to try to talk with your mouth
full?"

I pulled my hard red cock out of the nigger's mouth. A strand of
saliva made a sagging bridge between his lip and my throbbing
dick head.

"You like sucking massah's white dick?"

The nigger boy's eyes were bright with embarrassment, "yes."

"That's not good enough, I wanna hear you say it in slave talk."

I jammed the blade against his juggler.

"I-I-I'm a nigger who likes to suck white dick. Yessum. Yessum. I
sho do."

I let out a loud hoot and began to ease my way off of his body.
The boy looked relieved, but he shouldn't have been. I was still
straddling him on my knees.

"You niggers sure wear your pants loose. Why is that?"

"It-it's just the style." The nigger tried to lick the strand of
salvia off his lip.

"I think I have a better answer. I think you niggers wear your
pants like that because you want a white man's dick in your
ass."

If niggers can turn pale, I swear this one did. He seemed to
visibly blanch in the dim light.

"I love watching you niggers running to catch a bus, as your grab
you pants to keep them from sliding off your ass. Lemme see
what's under those sagging pants, boy."

I grabbed the back of his loose pants and slid them off his ass
with no problem. His red silk boxer shorts reflected the yellow
light in the ally. I could see that outline of firm nigger butt
under those shorts.

"Yeah, nigger. For a skinny boy it looks like you've got nice
firm ass on you, huh?"

The nigger just mumbled something and moaned like a whipped
sheep.

"Let's see what a nigger ass looks like." I yanked his boxers
down to his thighs and exposed a smooth brown nigger boy butt. It
quivered in the soft breeze of the night air.

"Oh yeah, nigger. I'm gonna enjoy teaching you to respect white
power. I'm gonna enjoy civilizing that black ass."

I saw a tear trickle from the nigger's eye as he let out whiney
cry, "m-m-mamma..."

I laughed. Niggers sure can be funny when you get em in the right
spot. The squirming, crying, embarrassed nigger made my dick that
much harder. I started rubbing it on his quivering ass cheeks to
warm it up, then I jammed it in his tight black hole with all the
force I could muster.

The nigger let out a loud grunt, "umph."

I pushed his face back to the ground, "Take it like a man, black
boy. This is the only chance you have to learn about real
manhood."

I started humping that black boy's ass, making him grunt and
groan. His hot chocolate channel felt moist and tight on my dick.
I dung deep in his black ass and moved my dick all around in it,
fucking the nigger's insides.

I couldn't help myself, I was enjoying this too much. "Oh yeah
nigger, you got a smooth black ass. Take that white cock in your
ass, nigger. Take it. Take it."

The nigger moaned and cried. I kept humping him, pushing my dick
deeper and deeper.

"Oh yeah, I'm fucking your blackboy ass. You're my bitch now,
nigger. Bet all your white girlfriends would laugh if they could
see you now, taking a big white dick up your ass."

The nigger squealed and wiggled around in agony and
embarrassment.

"Yeah, wiggle that butt. That feels good on my dick. That's the
way you boys use that nigger ass."

He kept squirming under the weight of my body and the thrusting
of my dick. I grabbed his head and pulled it back as I rode that
nigger's ass with my white cock.

"Say 'the white man is my massah.'"

The nigger squealed, "Th-the white man is my massah."

I laughed and humped his ass harder, hearing my skin slap against
his firm ass cheeks. 

"Say 'I'm just a horny black cunt who loves the power of a white
man's dick in my ass'   say it!"

The nigger was grunting under the thrust of my body. "I-I'm just
a horny black cunt who loves the power of a white man's dick in
my ass."

I watched the boy's lips rub against the pavement with every
thrust of my master cock in his black butt. I couldn't hold back
any longer. I felt a powerful surge of ecstasy rush through my
loins. I let out a loud cry and unloaded a big load deep in that
nigger's channel.

"Yeah, yeah. Filling your ass with the white man's cum. You like
that don't you?"

I was more than surprised when the nigger volunteered in a
muffled cry, "Yessir. Yessir."

I felt another surge, and then another and another. Wave after
wave of hot thick cum unloaded from my body and I unloaded in the
nigger's hole. The nigger boy had to take it too. Filled his ass
up and had white cum trickling out of his hole, down to his hairy
balls.

My body collapsed on top of him. I lay there, panting and out of
breath. The hot nigger ass was still clutching my dick and
massaging it. I whispered breathlessly in the nigger's ear, "You
promise to be good and to stop robbing white people from now
on?"

"Yessum," he weakly sighed, his voice still whiney.

After I collected my breath, I eased off of him and rubbed my
shit and cum covered dick against his wet nigger lips. "Clean me
up boy, you know what to do."

I jammed the blade back on his neck just as a reminder.

Slowly, the nigger licked my shit-covered dick. He licked the cum
out of the red piss slit and started licking down the length of
the softening white shaft.

"Suck it clean."

His trembling lips embraced my white cock and he started moving
his head back and forth on my dick, like he was bobbing to the
beat of rap music.

"That's it boy, do your job. Suck it clean."

The nigger cleaned my dick off good, made it shine. He also made
it hard again, with those warm nigger lips, but I didn't have
time to take advantage of the situation.

I stuffed my dick back in my pants and got up, checking to make
sure I had everything. Knife? Check. Wallet? Check. Credit cards?
Check. Driver's license? Check. Cash? Check.

It was getting late and I still didn't know where my buddies
were. I stood over the defeated nigger, his baggy pants down
around his knees and his red silk boxer shorts pulled below his
butt cheeks. His smooth young brown face was on the grimy
pavement, covered with shit stains from his own ass and thick
globes of white man cum.

I bent over and spat in his face, slapped his shoulder and
wheeled on my heels toward the street where there was light and
more people were walking around.

"Lata bro," I called back to him. "You be good now, hear?"

I heard the nigger whimper. I wasn't the only one having an
adventure in the city tonight.

Still, I couldn't help wondering what to expect next.....