Date: Sat,  2 Dec 2006 08:04:39 -0500 (EST)
From: Evan <classicrider14@excite.com>
Subject: Night Adventure in the City (auth, inter)

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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.

I wandered down the dark rainy city streets at night. Bright headlights
rushed by; cars 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 a 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. Now, as I was racing down the grimy alleys toward the movie house
I cursed my lackof 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 way inside and raced to the nearest urinal. I had no
time to spare. I ripped my pants open and let aforceful flow of fresh hot
piss stream into the urinal.

I breathed a 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. 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 to the stalls. From where I was standing
I could see a pair of red and white sneakers pointing straight up. A boy's
feet were making jerking motions. I drew closer to the door of the stall
and heard a teenager's heavy breathing between deep 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
quivered as he anxiously pumped his hard black cock -- 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 bolted straight up.

His body became rigid.

He let out a loud sigh.

A thick stream of cum exploded from his cock.

He shot two or three more loads of heavy white cream all over his dark
brown thighs.

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

I stifled a laugh and slipped 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 sign in the display window gave off a steady hum and cast a red glow
on the dark wet streets. The sign read: "Sex, Sex, Sex."

I ducked inside thestore. It felt good to get out of the rain.

The porn shop smelled of air freshener and cigar smoke. A grey-haired black
man behind the counter, with half a cigar clamped between his teeth quickly
gave me the once over.

"May I help you find something?"

I guess I was a little intimidated by the man. I thought, "Maybe I
shouldn't rush intothis 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 duckin here^Å"

"Why not?"

"Because this here is an establishment. We're here to make money. We aint
no shelter for the homeless."

I bit my lip. My face grew red with anger. I glared at him and stalked
toward the door.

His eyes followed me as he chomped on his cigar, "If you wanna stay here
you gotta buy some tokens."

"Tokens?"

"Yeah, so you can go into the back and watch some movies."

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

I didn't want to go back outside in that.

"How much for the tokens?"

"You gotta buy five dollars worth; then you can go in the back."

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
watch your movie."

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.

The backroom smelled of cigarette smoke, urine and cum.

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"

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, but from what I could see, the doorless booths only seemed to
make cruising easier.

The booths were laid out in a maze-like design, and the lights were 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 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 was unbuttoned
and open, revealing a shriveled wrinkled body. His pants were also unzipped
andopen.

Kneeling at his feet, on the floor, was a black teenager. The boy's mouth
was buried in the old man's crotch and he bobbed his head up and down on
the white man's cock. The man held the black boy's head between his hands,
pushing the boy's face back down each time he tried to come up for air.

The white man hissed at the boy, "Yeah -- suck that dick, nigger." The boy
dutifully kept sucking. His lips slurped on the white man's cock. The boy's
eyes seemed to flash in the darkness, in contrast to rest of his face.

I stood there transfixed as I watched the young boy service the old white
man's cock. 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 man entered an orgasm. His pelvis jerked wildly in the
young boy's mouth. He let out a loud sigh and a series of rapid gasps. The
black boygagged and coughed. The old man pressed the boy's face into his
crotch. The black boy closed his eyes and took the white 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 boy's nose.

When the white man relaxed and eased back in his seat the black teenager
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The older man quickly grabbed
the boy by the back of his head and rubbed his face all over his softening
white cock and balls. He wiped the side of the boy's face with his cum
covered dick and pubes. Some of his cum clung to the boy's nappy hair. The
boy looked embarrassed.

The man looked down at him and frowned, "Kiss my dick, boy." The black
teenager rolled his eyes and gently kissed the white man's cock. The man
hissed with satisfaction, "Yeeeah. Atta boy." He grabbed the black boy's
jaw and forced the boy's thick tender lips open. The white man cleaned his
shriveling cock off in the black boy's mouth.

I thought I was going to shoot my load right there. I quickly slid back
into the dark corridor, searching for another booth where I could be alone.

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

As I stumbled down the 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 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.

The teenager's clothes had been carelessly tossed all over the cruddy porn
booth floor. I noticed his balled up FUBU t-shirt, his Timberland boots,
and a discarded silk do-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 took his
ass-pounding from that thick white cock.

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

The boy just sniffed and whimpered. He clutched his seat while his long
teenaged cock swung from side to side in rhythm with the pounding he was
taking. The boys smooth brown butt cheeks bounced up and down on the
plastic seat while the white man dominated his young black ass.

The man drove his dick hard into the boy, 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 while he was being thoroughly used by the large
whiteman.

Suddenly the man let out a groan. His body shook in wild ecstasy. His dick
remained buried deep inside the boy's ass. Then the big white man's ass
cheeks clinched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed -- as he pumped his hot
semen into the black boy's ass. Long thick strands of white cum oozed out
of the boy's ass and made a puddle on the floor below the seat. The boy's
mouth hung open as he gasped for air.

The boy stared off into space. I had to get away from there because I was
afraid one of them would see me watching them andstroking.

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

As I made my way further down the corridor I noticed a young brown-skinned
Mexican youth. He was leaning against the wall. He barely had a mustache
over his youthful red lips. The soft black facial hairs, barely coming in,
contrasted against 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." I looked inside and 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 thick plumes 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 white cocksucker,
serving his dick. The man seemed to be doing a good job -- licking the
kid's caramel colored penis and tossing the boy's brown balls with his
tongue. He also licked inside theboy's ass. The kid tried to act like he
was indifferent to all of this, but his hard Mexican cock told another
story.

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 young Mexican let out a
sigh of pleasure in spite of himself. The older man slurped on the Mexican
kid's dick while the boy dug his fingers into the man's unkempt hair,
making the man suck harder.

Without warning the boy heaved and let outa sigh. Loads of hot, Mexican cum
shot out of the corner of the older man's mouth. The boy spurted more cum
that splattered across the man's face. The white man sheepishly bowed his
head and kissed the Mexican kid's balls. When the kid was through shooting
his load, he pulled up his pants and left the booth without a second glance
-- wads of bills sticking out of his pocket.

By this time I was hidden in the shadows of a corner. 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
sights, sounds and smells I had just witnessed. Suddenly I felt the dull
thump of someone tapping myass with his shoe. I whirled around and looked
up to see who it was.

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

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 leather 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 just 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 his dirty Timberlands under my mouth. I looked up at the concealed
weapon in his pocket and lowered my head. I dutifully licked that 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. My face turned bright red with humiliation. The boy
let out a softly amused laugh.

"Yeah, get em clean.."

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

We went into an empty booth where he 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 his thick jungle balls. I smelled the heavy scent
of pubic ghetto hair and felt waves of heat from the black teenager's
groin. Somehow, against my will, my dick grew hard inside my pants.

He glared down at me, "wash dem ballz."

I hesitated, but then he rubbed his hairy balls against my lips.

"I said `wash em,' I aint gonna tell you more den twice."

I stuck out my tongue and tasted his hot musty African baby-makers. I
tasted sweat and cum as his balls slid over my tongue. I felt the course
hairs of his balls between my teeth.  The black thug boy filled my
mouth. His testicles gave off smell of masculine teenage sexual potency.

Much as I was humiliated and ashamed I gave that black boy a hot wet tongue
bath. I felt the passion for this black ghetto boy's manhood building up
inside of me.  I licked between his sacs and cleaned his youthful nut-sac
off. I tasted every crevice of that black kid's groin and licked between
his smooth brown thighs.

He hissed, "Yeah. Kiss dem nutts"

I lifted his thick, hard black cock and gently and pressed my lips against
his hairy nut sacs. I kissed them again and again, as if I were in a
trance. When I realized what I was doing -- that I had become completely
lost in that young black boy's ghetto prowess -- my face flushed with guilt
and shame.

I tried to convince myself that I was only doing this because the kid was
forcing me to. He looked down at me and gloated while I serviced every
private crevice of his young black body.

His hard black cock oozed precum ontomy forehead. He put his hand on my
head and guided his dick into my mouth. He barely mumbled, "Suck dis dick."
I knew I had no choice but to obey. 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 worked his cock slowly in and out of my mouth. He moaned deeply
while his hairy black balls slammed against my chin.

I held onto his soft, firm thighs as his pelvis push against my face. My
face was buried in his thick musty pubes, breathing them in as I chocked on
that big black cock. I felt like a helpless ho.

Suddenly the boy tensed and started to tremble. I felt a rush of cum rise
up his shaft like a tsunami building momentum before it hits the shore. The
boy grabbed my head and held my face in his housing project pubes. He let
out a sigh. Thick, hot, salty cum spurted down my throat. He gasped as he
let out wave after wave of potent jungle power. I swallowed it all. My
mouth tasted of fresh nigger cum.

Shameful as it was, he drained his balls in my mouth. That young black
teenaged thug became a part of me. He held my head tight with my face
embedded in his pubes. My nose was filled with the scent of his teen boy
privates. He eased the pressure off of the back of my head and let me gasp
for air.

When I realized what I had just done I tried frantically 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 boy laughed, amused by my torment. He zipped up his pants and slipped
into the darkness.

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

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

The door creaked as I opened it. The restroom was a small -- barely one
person could fit in it at a time. I figured this was 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 in
the lukewarm city water, 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 finally woke up to the
sound of commotion, but didn't know where it was coming from. I looked at
the graffiti-covered drywall, exposed electrical wiring, and the dingy
light bulb dangling 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 in the first place."

The boy moaned, "Please -- please. Give me another chance. I'll do what you
say."

The man grunted. "I need to fire your black ass right now and send you back
to the ghetto to be a drug runner!"

The boy was pleading, his voice muffled by the back of the couch,
"Please. Please. Give me a second chance. I needs to get paid so's I can
buy me some nice clothes some games for my Playstation."

The manager chuckled.

"Damn right you're gonna get paid. You're gonna get paid like you was a
plantation slave boy."

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

The man unbuckled his belt andslid it off his waist.  He stuck his hand
inside the boy's ass crack. He felt around inside the boy. That black boy
now belonged to him. He was helpless to anything about it.

The white man spread the boy's black ass cheeks and stuck his fingers
deeper inside of his crack, finger fucking the boy.

"I know what all you young hard-headed niggers need! You all need an
attitude adjustment." The white man continued to fondle the boy's black
hole.  "You need a whitecock inside that black ass to teach you some
humility!"

The manager slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick white cock. He
slapped his flabby cock on the boy's smooth ass cheeks a few times. Then he
aimed his hardened prick and pushed himself inside of the young boy's
hole. The boy wailed.

The manager's back was facing me as he mounted the helpless black
teenager. His hairy white ass pumped in and out, picking up speed.  The
teenaged boy's legs jerked up and down with each thrust of the man'shard
cock.

The manager grunted, "Take^Åthat^Åwhite^Åcock."

The boy let out a high-pitched moan, but take that white cock he did. The
manager didn't let up. "I'll^Åfuck^Åyour^Åblack^Åass^Ågood. Teach^Åyou^Å
good^Åwork^Åhabits." The boy's legs shook with every powerful thrust of
that white cock in his tight young black ass. The boy grunted as the
superior man took full advantage of him.

I heard the steady slap of flesh against flesh as the manager raped that
teenager's ass. The boy let out muffled cries, "Oh shit. Oh muthafuck. Oh
shit." The man replied, "Take that white cock, nigger. Take that white cock
in your black ass."

Suddenly the man let out a loud gasp. He dumped his hot white load deep
inside that wayward youth's ass -- teaching that boy the fundamentals of
manhood. The boy sniffled, but took that white cock like a man. He was
learning.

The manager let his cock drain in the kid'sass for awhile. He slowly pulled
out and the boy's ass was leaking man cum. "That's what you niggers need --
a good attitude adjustment. You need a white man's cum inside your black
asses to civilize you."

Streams of cum flowed down the boy's slender brown legs. Maybe the manager
was onto something. It was hard for me to imagine that that boy would ever
want to be a gang-banger again. He slowly pulled up his boxer shorts, but
they were quickly stained with the white man's cum.

I closed the vent and sat back down on the toilet. I was disgusted by
thescene. For some reason, however, my dick was stiff as a rock. I slowly
stroked my cock. As I stroked myself, faster and faster, I vowed to get out
of this madhouse as soon as I could and never to come back again. I knew I
didn't want any parts of this nasty scene!

I finished jerking off and shot a thick load all over my thighs, more than
I ever recall shooting before. I tore off some toilet tissues to try the
clean the sticky goo off. I eased my way out of the men's room and moved
quickly down the corridor -- looking for an exit. Unfortunately, I stumbled
past another open video booth.

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

Standing up on the seat of the booth was a completely naked young black
man, he must have been in his late teens or early 20s. His head was cramped
against the ceiling. An older white man fondled his balls as if he were
inspecting a slave to be a stud on his plantation. He bounced the black
man's large hanging testicles in his hand.

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 whiteman ran his
hand up and down his ass crack, just like the manager had done with the boy
in the back room. He parted the young man's ass cheeks. The white man
looked like a cop, checking young black boys for drugs in the projects. You
never know where a boy will hide those drugs when he sees the heat rolling
around. You have to check everything.

The man ran his hands up and down the black youth's muscular dark legs and
between his thighs. He turned the young man around and stroked the boy's
long black cock like it was this white man's possession. It looked directly
into the black boy's eyes while he played with his thick ghetto cock. The
boy just stood there like a naked basketball player allowing his coach to
fondle him.

The white man pressed up against him and spoke barely above a whisper,
breathing heavily in the black boy's face.

"You like to screw lots of black bitches with this, huh nigga?"

The black boy swallowed hard and nodded his head. His dick was rock solid
by now.

"You also like to screw that black whore of a mama who raised you, huh
nigga?"

The black boy fought down an expression of rage and simply nodded "yes"
once again.

"You're a horny jungle monkey, huh?"

Once again the boynodded "yes" and looked away -- trying to avoid eye
contact with his tormentor.

"Shoot that nigger cum all over your master's arm. Come on boy. I want to
see that nigger cum fire from that hot black cock of yours."

The boy kept swallowing hard in apparent humiliation, but also sexual
frustration, as his dick jutted straight up in the tight grip of the white
man's hand.

With his free hand the white man rubbed the boy's nappy pubic hair and his
muscled abs. Then he ran his hand over the boy's belly button.

He abruptly stopped stroking and feeling the boy, "Get down on your knees!"

The young black man sank to his knees in awkward embarrassment in front of
the white man. The man reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of
freshly minted bills. The black youth's eyes brightened. He reached for the
bills, but the man drew his hand back. "Not so fast. Not so fast. Open
yourmouth."

The black youth opened his mouth. The man stuffed it with the fist full of
greenbacks. "Now keep them there while I fuck your nigger ass." The boy
dutifully bent over, mouthful of fresh bills, and jutted his bubble butt
out for the white man to fuck as long and hard as he desired. The man
rubbed his hard white cock up and down the boy's tender ass, then violently
thrust his way inside the boy.

"Take that cock, nigger."

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

The man pushed deep between the boy's thick dark buns. He grabbed the boy
by his shoulders and pushed further inside of the boy's chocolate
channel. The man humped wildly. The black youth's body swayed under the
force of the white man's thrusts. The man had full control over the boy's
body. That naked black stud belonged to him.

"Oh yeah. I love fucking that firm blackass."

He picked up speed and grabbed the boy by his nappy head, yanking it back
while the boy take the man's hard white cock.

"Yeah, Give me that nigger pussy. Give it to me."

The man's thighs slapped against the boy's firm black ass cheeks. The black
boy grunted in pain, but didn't protest. He kept the white man's dollars
clutchedfirmly between his teeth. He took that man's cock like a good
boy. The man grunted as he fucked his young black slave. Sweat dripped from
the man's forehead. The boy grunted as his body was ravaged.

 "Yeah, nigger. .take it! Take it!"

The man exploded in ecstasy into the boy's black ass.  He fired deep inside
of the boy, making the youth's eyes grow wide. Still, he kept the dollars
clutched between his teeth.

The man collapsed in exhaustion on the black youth's slick sweat covered
back. The rest of the man's cum trickle inside of the dark boy's body. The
boy just lay there -- bent over -- until he was sure the man was done with
him.

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

Eventually I made it outside. The air on the street seemed fresh and moist
after the rain. The night sky wasbeginning to give way to the first signs
of sunlight. The sidewalk was still damp.

I noticed a black boy standing on the street corner, absent mindedly
clutching his crotch -- and listening to a beat on his Ipod. A bus pulled
up across the street. The boy froze and suddenly bolted toward it. As he
scampered toward the departing bus he had to grab his pants at the waist to
keep them from falling off of his ass.

I had had my fill the city. It was a little more than I had bargained
for. I wandered aimlessly between the tall dark buildings in the
earlymorning light. The passions of the night throbbed in my memory.