Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 20:27:17 -0700
From: Rick DeDikke <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: LITTLE-BLACK-DRUG-DEALER

LITTLE-BLACK-DRUG-DEALER
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     Synopsis: White dude sucks off his pre-teen dealer to
get a discount, but then has to take it up the ass from
another black kid.

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     Tales from my addict days...

     One evening I needed my fix so bad, but all that was
out on the corner where I usually go was a black kid about
11 or 12. I didn't know why the older kids weren't out
anymore but I guessed it was because of cop roundups or
stings or something. Apparently they put out their little
brothers so if they get caught they're processed as
juveniles and get out the same night.

     I didn't have enough money for a dime bag but I figured
I could talk this one little kid down. He was extremely
tough though and wouldn't take my B.S. But after some more
begging, he finally relented a little.

     "Uhhhhh, tell you what, man. You can have it fo' five
bucks... but you gotta suck my dick. All the way. `Cuz I
know you' a fag."

     I guess he figured I was a fag because the gay district
was three blocks over and that's probably all the white
dudes he ever knew that would come over. But it was also
true, of course I was a fag. Not that I was interested in
him, really (even though he was really cute and was going to
have a really hot body in a few years) -- mostly I just
wanted my fix.

     Yet despite the huge risk, I was desperate enough that
I actually agreed. We did it in an alley next to a crumbling
old row house, I remember. I was so disgusted with myself
(technically it made me a $5 dollar whore), but I REALLY
needed my shit that day! Crazy things drugs make you do...

     But it wasn't that bad, actually. He just pulled out
his little hard-on, maybe 3 or 4 inches was all, which I
easily fit all in my mouth. His little girlfriends couldn't
have been any match for me, because I made him come in less
than a minute. I didn't feel or taste anything though -- I
don't think he was even old enough to ejaculate -- but he
did orgasm, which I know because he moaned and squeezed my
head while his little black dick spasmed a few times against
the roof of my mouth. Oh well. After he pulled out though he
flipped his pants back up and tossed me my drugs. My only
thought at the time was "Cool! Now I can get my shit at half
price!"

     After a few more times of sucking his little hardon
over the next week or two, I finally had the thought that
maybe I should be getting my stuff for free! I mean, a BJ
from the cheapest whore in the area was $15, so why was I
doing this for basically only $5?! Not to mention putting up
with the huge risk of us getting seen by patrolling cops and
me ending up in jail.

     I told him this the next time, suggesting that I should
really be getting a full dime for the BJ (if not more), but
he just told me to shut up and that I was lucky he was
cutting the price already! All I could think was WTF?! The
whole thing was crazy. But I needed my fix, and he had it
and was offering it cheap...

     Finally one evening I just had no money at all. I found
him and offered to suck him twice for my dime, but he just
shook his head.

     "Nahhhhh, but tell you what man... " he answered,
suddenly lowering his voice and looking up then down the
darkened sidewalk to see if anyone was watching. "I can give
it to you for free, but... " he paused, looking up and down
the block again. "This time you gotta take it up the ass."

     All I could think was, "YESSSS! Free shit!!!"

     Although part of me thought, MY ASS?! I had taken cocks
before and never really liked it, but then I thought about
the size of his kid-erection which was hardly any longer
than my index finger and not much thicker than my thumb. All
I could think was, 'how bad could it possibly be?!' I knew
his cock couldn't make me bleed or anything, so probably all
I'd have to do is lay still for a minute or two until he
came... hardly any work to get rid of my withdrawal.

     "Ummmm, sure, ok..." I too-eagerly replied.

     He started laughing at me! "Shit, you fucking faggot..."

     My heart sunk when I realized he was just messing with
me and wasn't going to give me my fix! "Come on, PLEASE..."
I begged feebly.

     "Get outta here, faggot! Come back when you got money,"
he said sternly, now playing angry like I was wasting his
time.

     My irrational desperation grew almost into a panic.
"Please! I'll let you do it, I swear... I can act like a
girl if you want and lay on my back - whatever you want!
Please! Come on, I really need my bag tonight..."

     But this little black dealer kid just laughed at me. I
felt so humiliated at that moment for being hustled, and
couldn't believe I was actually begging some kid to fuck me
up the ass for a $10 bag of dope.

     Meanwhile he started walking away, looking up and down
the block still and totally ignoring me. "Wait!" I yelled,
suddenly panicked because if he walked away, I didn't know
anywhere else to buy without having to cruise around for an
hour looking suspicious and probably getting arrested. I ran
up and blabbered something again about sucking him off or
doing whatever he wanted. I was really pathetic.

     "Nigga, get the fuck away from me!" he angrily ordered
(calling me a "nigga" even though I was white, I noticed),
but then his eyes suddenly caught some other kids sitting on
their front stoop about a block down. "Hey man, see those
nigga's down there?" he pointed. "They my friends - go tell
`em J.P. said to stick they dick up yo' ass so I know you're
coo', then I'll hook you up again... a'ight?" he snickered.

     I looked where he was pointing and saw a couple kids
around his age, 11 or 12. I looked back and suspected my
dealer might have actually been suppressing a laugh, but I
think I glossed over that because I was pretty desperate and
not thinking straight. Obviously I was ripe for yet another
hustle.

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     I walked down the block and of course those kids had
absolutely no idea who I was or what I was doing, despite me
mentioning this "J.P." (who I suspect was the adult boss of
the block, not the kid dealer). Finally I got enough of the
story out, that one of the kids started laughing
hysterically. The other kid who had intense eyes and
cornrows in his hair, was actually really cute but a
definite "thug." He just stared at me with his eyebrows
raised a little. He was a little short, but lean and strong.
I suspected he might have actually been a late-blooming 13
year old because his body seemed unusually well built even
though he was still prepubescent and high-voiced. Or maybe
he was just starting puberty.

     Mostly, though, I was fixated on getting my bag. "Come
on," I finally pleaded to them, "I just need my fix! J.P.
said to let one of you stick your dick in my ass real quick
so he knows I'm cool and he'll give me my bag! Please!"

     The laughing-hysterically kid just kept laughing more,
while the intense-eyed cornrow kid seemed to check me out.
Finally he looked up, a little intrigued, but suspicious.
"Uhhhhh, yea man, I can stick my dick up yo' ass for you,
but ummm..." he paused, darting his eyes around while maybe
trying to figure out how to turn this into a con. "But if
I'm-a do all this, I ain't just stickin' it up there, know
what I'm sayin'?"

     No, I didn't.

    "'Cause when I fuck, I fuck till I stop, know what I'm
sayin'?"

     I think I knew what he was saying, but he had that
ghetto accent and talked fast so I wasn't really sure. But
the main idea seemed to be if he was going to go through all
the mess of lubing up and sticking his cock into someone, he
wanted to be able to fuck until he came. Otherwise it wasn't
worth it. That seemed fair, so I nodded. I'd have to let him
come in me.

     "Okay, see `dat house?" he continued a little more
excitedly, pointing to a boarded-up rowhouse a few doors
down. "Go upstairs and wait."

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     I was still a little hazy and I guess in a daze either
because of the situation or my withdrawal, but I picked my
way through the downstairs (a crack den) and ended up in the
bedroom just like he said, which just had a stained mattress
on the floor and a bunch of garbage strewn around.

     Maybe five or ten minutes later the door pushed open
and he walked in, firmly shutting the door behind him. He
looked at me, and suddenly my heart dropped for some reason
because it seemed like something I didn't want was about to
happen. Yet he was just a kid -- I was confused! I wasn't
sure if it was my haze from the situation, or the lack of
drugs, but I didn't feel normal. I just needed my fix was
all! Fuck all this crazy shit, I thought, just get this over
with so I could get my fix!!!

     This black kid pulled out a little tube of Vaseline and
squirted it out onto his fingers. Then to my horror
(although not really, part of me was expecting this) he
unsnapped and unzipped his jeans and slid them down to
reveal a really long black hardon with a light-colored,
circumsized head. I was surprised at the size, for one thing
I wasn't used to seeing long dicks pop out of guys' jeans
(my dealer's pointed up against his belly and never really
"popped" out like that), but also it just seemed extra long.
Compared to what? I don't know, but I just wasn't expecting
something like that to flip out. I was fully used to sucking
my dealer's little dick, but this thing was bigger, and I
knew it was going into my ass, so I felt a little afraid.

     The kid said nothing, but somehow I just knew to flip
over and stick up my butt. My body knew how to position
itself. I yanked down my own pants and sat there on all
fours waiting to get it over with. He plopped down on the
mattress and forcefully grabbed my hips which caused me to
stiffen up (his hands were cold), although almost
simultaneously I felt the odd sensation of his almost
burning hot dick pushing through my ass cheeks and jamming
into my tight asshole which was instinctively clenched shut.
I was in a daze again - I knew I had to let him do it, but I
was scared something would rip or hurt or something. All I
could think was, it was a bad idea to loosen up!

     Yet that's what I did, hardly with any thought. Most of
me just wanted it over with, I think. The instant I relaxed,
his dick popped in which made my eyes shoot wide open more
out of fear of pain. Yet there was no real pain, just that
new sensation of something going the opposite way through my
sphincter. As soon as that opened, I couldn't feel much of
anything. For a few seconds I thought, "that's it?!?" but
within moments he started fucking me, way too hard. My
asshole kept catching on the shaft of his dick and the whole
thing felt irritating, but my mind drifted to the thought of
my fix and after a minute or two I drifted off into
dreamland and actually started liking it! He kept up a
steady rhythm, and the thought of some guy getting off on me
and my body even made me a little aroused myself! But
really, all I could think of was my fix.

     I drifted in and out, but after what must have been ten
or so minutes he suddenly yanked out his little black kid
dick and surprisingly spun around to the front of me and
stuck it in my face while he jerked off the rest, trying to
squirt into my face! All that came out was a few drops that
dribbled out (not even touching my lips which he was trying
to get it on), making him giggle. I really didn't care one
way or the other. All I could think about was that I was
about to get my fix!

     I pulled up my pants as he kept laughing and talking
shit about me being a bitch or something, and I got the hell
out of there. I walked back up the block to my dealer kid
who was still there, told him I did it and he just laughed
and gave me my shit.

     That's all I could think about at that moment - my
shit.

     Six hours later, I was back down and found myself going
back for more... what a terrible cycle I was in.

     Kids, don't do drugs!!!!