Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2004 23:43:44 -0600
From: jason moore <bbdluvr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Top Dawg, Part 7

Although the characters in this story engage in unprotected sex, we all need
to be cautious. So please play it safe and use protection.  Meanwhile, enjoy
the story......

The story continues as the insatiable black stud, Top Dawg, spent the night
breaking in his new bartender.  He arrives at the Farmer's Market and eyes
yet another new prey.  Top Dawg's reputation has been well earned (and
dangles heavily between his legs) as eager men wait to be thoroughly
plundered by his 13 inches of power!


Top Dawg, Part 7
Submitted By: Jason Moore

	Another Monday at the Farmer's Market and Top Dawg needed to pick up
supplies for the diner.  He always arrived early and was allowed in before
formal hours as the manager, Larry Clemson, had been one of Top Dawg's
earliest conquests.  Although, Larry then found himself a dependable,
live-in "husband" and his trysts with Top Dawg were now history.  As he
entered the market, Top Dawg was thinking he would hire someone to do this
chore for him in the future when he actually owned the diner.  His meeting
with Mr. Smith went very well and the wheels were now in place for Top Dawg
to take over the business.  As these thoughts ran through his head, Top Dawg
looked up to see a hot stud loading some tomatoes into a bin near the rear
of the market.  Top Dog's antenna shot up as he spied the guy's beautiful
looking ass barely confined in a pair of tight fitting black jeans.  That's
when he saw Larry Clemson.
	"Hey, man," Larry yelled out to Top Dawg from behind a large tank of live
lobsters near the end of the aisle.
	"Hey, Larry, got some new goods today, huh?" Top Dawg said nodding toward
the guy in the black jeans.
	Larry, always one to oblige the black stud who broke him in, looked over at
the guy, then smiled back at Top Dawg.  He then motioned Top Dawg over.
	"Yeah, that's Greg Benton," Larry said in a lower tone.  "He just rented
that space last week.  His family has a small farm out near Carlonville.  He
is going to be selling some of their vegetables here."  Then he yelled out
to the guy, "Hey, Greg, can I see you for a second?"
	Greg had just finished filling the bin from his last crate, he looked up,
smiled at Larry, and came over.  As he approached, Top Dawg caught Greg
eyeing him.  Being the expert that he was, Top Dawg recognized that look and
knew he would be getting "better acquainted" with Greg in the future.
	"Yeah, whazzup, Larry," he said.
	"Larry, I want to introduce you to somebody.  This here is Marcus Petty.
He runs a diner near here and is a steady customer at the market."
	Top Dawg extended his hand and strongly grasped Greg's hand.  He stared
intently into the deep brown eyes staring back at him and smiled broadly.
	"Good meetin' you," Top Dawg said as he held Greg's hand and noticed that
Greg made no motion to withdraw.
	"Same here," he answered as they finally relinquished their grasp.
"You got some nice looking wares there," Top Dawg then smiled.
	"Uh, yeah," Greg said.  "My family has a farm south of here and we decided
to start selling some of our vegetables up here in the city.  Seems like a
good place and we hope to make a few more bucks," he smiled back.  "But I
gotta get those crates back out to the truck before the people start
arriving," he said.  "Nice meeting you."
	"Well, welcome to the neighborhood," Top Dawg added as he watched those two
choice melons walking away from him.
	"Damn, he's got one hot looking ass, man," Top Dawg said to Larry as he
continued watching Greg, now bending over to pick up the empty crates and
carry them out back.
	"Yeah, he does.  Just your type, too," Larry laughed as he nudged his
friend in the chest.  "From the way he was eyeing you, it just might be
something you can get into," Larry laughed again.  "Hey, man, I hear you're
gonna be the new owner of the diner.  Congratulations," Larry added,
changing the subject.
	"Damn, that news sure spread fast. I still need to meet with Mr. Smith,"
Top Dawg said.  "If things work out right, I might own it before the month
is out.  I'll have to meet with the bank to work out a loan.  However, Mr.
Smith has always been very generous.  I'm sure I'll get a hell of a deal."
	"Well, good luck.  I'm sure you'll enjoy having your own business," Larry
then told him.  "It's more responsibility, but much more enjoyable being the
man in charge."
	"Well, I got some plans, but I'm just gonna take every day as it comes.  I
just hired a new bartender and got my eye to expanding into a bigger
location sometime later on."
	"Well, if you need any help or business advice, you know you can come to
me, my man," Larry offered.
	"Thanks.  But for now, I need to go get me some vegetables," Top Dawg
winked at Larry as he turned to leave.
	"Good luck there, too," Larry yelled back to him.
	As Top Dawg approached Greg's stall, he was bending over, sliding a basket
under the bin of tomatoes.  Just seeing that sight had Top Dawg dreaming
about ramming his cock into the lovely confines of that hot looking ass.
	"Hey, Greg, whatcha got good here," Top Dawg asked as he stood close enough
behind Greg that his crotch nearly pressed up against that hot ass.
	"Well, these here tomatoes are the freshest you'll find anywhere," Greg
said as he looked up, still bent over and fiddling with that basket.
	Top Dawg smiled down at Greg's upturned face.  Greg's head was beneath the
lip of the overhanging bin of tomatoes.  As he pushed back to get out from
under that ridge, his ass rubbed up against Top Dawg's crotch.  Greg looked
back up at Top Dawg, who did not budge an inch.  Greg then smiled and ground
his ass even harder against Top Dawg causing that familiar twinge while also
sending the clearest signal possible.  Top Dawg knew this door was now
opened!
	"What else you think looks good here?" Greg then asked as he finally stood
upright.
	"Well, this here is lookin' mighty fine," Top Dawg replied as he grabbed a
handful of that ass with his big left paw.  "Looks like it needs a good, hot
fucking," Top Dawg continued as he then grabbed himself through his pants.
"And I'm packin' just the right equipment to do it up good."
	"So, you say," Greg said.  "Maybe I'll just have to let you prove that
sometime," he added.
	"Yeah, well how 'bout here and now?" Top Dawg responded.  "There's an old
cleaning tool shed out back beyond the loading dock.  You got some time
before customers are allowed in and I could sure use some of that sweet
fucking ass right now.  One hot quickie will get your day started right,"
Top Dawg added.
	Seeing the look on Greg's face, Top Dawg smiled back as he knew he'd soon
be fucking him some new ass.  As Greg headed out back, Top Dawg followed his
latest prey, watching that hot, tight ass swaying before him.  Top Dawg's
monumental cock was already itching for this impending action and he reached
down to fondle himself as he and Greg walked back to the shed. Greg entered
the shed with Top Dawg going in directly behind him. As they went inside,
Top Dawg pushed the door shut.  The only light now entered from a high rear
window facing a rear alley.  Top Dawg moved in for the kill right away.  He
wrapped his arms around Greg's waist and chest and pulled him back hard
against himself.  His crotch was soon grinding hard against the luscious
ass.  Greg also reacted as he ground himself back against that big, black
stud.
	"Oooh, yeah, this is gonna be so hot," Top Dawg sighed as his cock was
already reacting to the hot feel of that ass pressing back, twitching and
grinding.  "By the way, all my close friends call me Top Dawg."
	Greg just moaned as Top Dawg moved his hands down and began to undo the
belt, then the button, then the zipper.  As those jeans fell open, Top Dawg
slid his hands down around Greg's hips, realized he wore no briefs, then
slid those jeans down further.  He looked down to see the smooth fleshy
globes revealed before him as he stepped back and slid those pants further
down until they fell down around Greg's ankles.
	"Oh, yeah, this is one hot lookin' ass, man," Top Dawg said.  "Yeah wiggle
that ass," he then encouraged as Greg began to erotically sway his hips.
	Top Dawg quickly freed his waiting fuck tool while he eyed that beautiful
ass just begging to get fucked.  With his own pants now fallen around his
ankles, Top Dawg motioned Greg to bend over.  As he did, Top Dawg leaned
forward and drooled some spit into the crack of that hot ass.  As the spit
hit its mark, Greg reached back and spread his ass cheeks.
	"Come on big boy," he said. "Gimme some of that big cock.  I haven't had a
good fucking in way too long."
	As Top Dawg reached out to rub his hands over that luscious ass, he looked
up to see Greg looking back.  He immediately recognized that look of awe as
Greg was staring back at Top Dawg's huge cock.  He soon had his finger
pressing up against that puckered hole and pressed inside, quickly working
his ample amount of spit into those tight confines.
	"Ah, yeah," Top Dawg moaned.  "This is one tight fuck hole, man."
	As he worked that hole with yet another inserted finger, Top Dawg began to
jerk and squeeze his quickly growing cock with his free hand.  Greg's ass
was responding now to the feverish prying of Top Dawg's fingers.  He began
to squeeze and twitch his ass muscles.  Within just a few more seconds, Top
Dawg knew that ass was primed and ready for a good fucking.
	"So, you ready for a great fucking, buddy?" Top Dawg asked.
	"Yeah, yeah, gimme that cock, Top Dawg.  Fuck me good." Greg begged.
	"Well, get ready, baby, cause here comes daddy," Top Dawg chuckled as he
grabbed his now fully swollen rod and pressed the huge head right up against
the proffered rosebud before him.
	As Greg felt that hot poker of a cock pressing against his backside, he
quivered.  Top Dawg smiled as he had yet another willing ass waiting to
satisfy his insatiable needs.  Then, with a forceful push, Top Dawg entered
that luscious fuck hole.  Greg winced, but held still as Top Dawg slowly
shoved himself in deeper.  They both began to grunt as Top Dawg watched his
huge cock spreading that tiny hole wide open.  He watched in sheer delight
as his huge cock slowly began to sink inside.  The feel was excruciatingly
pleasurable as he penetrated ever more deeply into the tight confines of
that sweet ass.
	"Oooh, yeah, man, this is some fine fucking ass," Top Dawg then groaned.
"I'm gonna give this baby one hell of a work out."
	"Aaah, yeah, yeah, Top Dawg.  Oooh, aaah, that big cock feels so good.
Fuck me, man.  Fuck me good," Greg responded.
	Top Dawg had half his full length buried up that ass.  With both hands
wrapped tightly around the base of his humongous cock, Top Dawg began to
pull out and slowly push in, fucking Greg's hot ass in sure, steady strokes.
  He would never get enough of this feeling, a hot ass clenching tightly
around his mighty cock.  He lived for this!
	For several minutes, Top Dawg continued to push and pull his huge cock in
and out.  He watched intently as the lips of Greg's ass, splayed wide open,
stretched tightly around his thick cock as it slowly pulled out.  Greg was
writhing and panting before him as Top Dawg continued to slowly fuck that
hot ass.  It was now time for the real thing and Top Dawg was the guy to do
it.
	Then with his hands now grabbing firmly onto Greg's hips. Top Dawg plunged
his full shaft deep into that hot hole.  Greg gasped and attempted to pull
away, but Top Dawg maintained his firm grip.  He pulled back roughly, fully
impaling that tight ass with his huge cock.  Greg was gasping still as Top
Dawg ground his cock firmly inside, then began to wiggle and sway his hips,
getting every last inch of that tight fuck hole.
	"Yeah, yeah, gimme that ass, man.  I want it all, baby.  Aaah, yeah, take
that cock, man.  Take it all!" Top Dawg wailed.  Oooh, baby, I'm gonna fuck
this baby good."
	Greg just continued to groan and gasp as Top Dawg now began to deep dick
that hot ass.  With his hands maintaining their firm grip on Greg's hips,
Top Dawg was soon working that ass.  Within minutes, he was pounding away at
Greg's love hole with deep, furious plunges of his monster cock.
	"Aaah, ahhh, yeah, fuck...me...fuck...me," Greg grunted as he began to jerk
his own rigid cock.
	Top Dawg simply sighed as his cock was tearing up yet another ass in wild
abandon.  With drill like precision, he hit that ass head on for several
minutes.  Top Dawg ravaged that ass for a good ten minutes or more until he
felt that familiar tingle run from the base of his ball sack and on up his
spine.
	"Aah, yeah, I'm gonna breed this baby," he grunted as he felt his hot load
of cum boiling away in his heavy balls.  "I'm gonna shoot my load, man."
	"Aaah, yeah, give it to me," Greg groaned.  "Give me your load, Top Dawg,"
Greg wailed as he felt Top Dawg's huge cock expand even more inside his
fully crammed ass.
	Top Dawg continued thrusting feverishly as his huge cock prepared to
explode up inside that fine ass.  Then with one full, penetrating thrust,
Top Dawg buried himself balls deep as a thick load of cum erupted from his
huge cock. His cock throbbed and jerked as it spewed its cum load.
	"Aaaaah...yeeeaaaahhhhh..." Top Dawg yelped as he began to pump a rich load
of cum deep into Greg's bowels.
	Greg softly mewled as he felt that hot cock go into a wild series of
spasms.  The feel of warm cum gushing forth, filling his hot love hole sent
him over the edge and his own cock began to pump its own load of cum.  When
both of their cocks were finally spent, they simultaneously sighed in
pleasure.
	"Yeah, buddy, you really like a good fucking, dontcha?" Top Dawg asked as
he pulled his spent cock free with a soft plop.
	"Yeah, man, that was really hot.  Just what I needed," Greg answered as
they both stood upright.
	"Well, I gotta run, man, but we definitely gotta do this again," Top Dawg
said as he pulled up his pants.
	"Bet." Greg replied.
	Top Dawg then left Greg Standing in the shed with his pants still down
around his ankles.  As he strolled back into the back of the market, Larry
Clemson spied him and smiled his way.
	"All in a day's work," Top Dawg said to him as he approached.  "Another
satisfied customer," he smirked as Larry smiled back.
	Top Dawg grabbed a couple of bags full of Greg's vegetables, tossed Larry
more than enough to cover the cost and told him to tell Greg he'd get the
change later.  As Top Dawg walked out, Larry smiled to himself as he saw a
slightly disheveled Greg coming in from the back lot.
	On the drive to the diner, Top Dawg remembered that the new busboy, Jamal
Rogers was due at the diner for his first day of work.  After having Jamal
deep throat his cock and having taken Jamal's ass at their first meeting two
days ago, Top Dawg's was looking forward to "breaking him in" some more.
Even after just having fucked Greg's sweet ass, Top Dawg's cock twitched
again at the thought of having another bus boy to play with at work.
	He arrived at the diner and put the bags of vegetables in the kitchen.
Then he went to the office and tallied up some receipts and finished some
paperwork.  It was still early morning when he finished that paperwork so
Top Dawg decided to head to the gym for a quick work out.  This early was
usually a slow time at the gym so he should be able to get in and out fairly
quickly.
	After doing a quick routine with free weights, treadmill, and stationary
bike, Top Dawg headed for the showeres.  While relaxing in that flow of hot
water, Top Dawg closed his eyes, spread his legs and allowed the water to
tumble over his taut frame.  For a few minutes he stood there, then lathered
up, rinsed off, and heade to the locker room.  He heard the door creak and
looked over to see Jarrod Davis carrying a load of towels into the locker
room.  He was wearing some tight, spandex shorts and walked in with a towel
draped over his left shoulder.
	"Thought I saw you coming in here," Jarrod smiled.
	"Yeah, just needed a quick work out before opening the diner," Top Dawg
answered as he sat up straighter.  "What're you doin' in here so early?"
	"Just getting ready for the new work week," Jarrod answered.
	"Well, I got something else that needs work," Top Dawg said as he fondled
his thick cock.  "You got a minute?"
	"Always," Jarrod quickly answered.
	Top Dawg grabbed his things as Jarrod led him into the office. Top Dawg
plopped down on the small couch in one corner of the office.  In seconds
Jarrod had a handful of monster cock and lowered his face to work on it.
His tongue lashed away at the full length of Top Dawg's massive meat.  With
a sigh, Top Dawg settled back into the couch as Jarrod wrapped his lips
around the tip of his huge cock and began to take him into that soft, warm
mouth.
	"Yeah, suck my cock, man," Top Dawg said.  "Mmmm, yeah, that feels so
good."
	Jarrod just groaned as he slobbered away at the huge slab of man meat
before him.  After several minutes, his spit had coated Top Dawg's cock and
Jarrod began to gobble down more and more of that huge python.  The hot,
delicious cock was soon a glistening monolith of delight.  As Top Dawg's
cock expanded into its full glory, Jarrod worked his magic and was now deep
throating Top Dawg like the cock sucking pro he was.  Top Dawg stretched out
his leg and reached out one hand to the back of Jarrod's head.  With ever
increasing pressure, Top Dawg began to push down while simultaneously
bucking his hips upward off the couch.  In no time, he was force feeding his
full length past Jarrod's stretched lips and down his wickedly talented
throat.
	"Yeah, baby, take my cock, man.  Choke on that baby!" Top Dawg whelped.
	Jarrod's only reply was the slurping, gulping, gasping sounds escaping his
lips as they wrapped tightly around the huge bulk of Top Dawg's blood
engorged cock.  Top Dawg then grabbed Jarrod's head with both hands and
began to wildly jerk it up and down, up and down.  Top Dawg was now forcing
his cock spuriously down Jarrod's throat as he took quick gulps of air on
the up beat.
	"Damn, you're so fucking good at this, Jarrod, my man.  My cock can't get
enough of your hot blow jobs," Top Dawg said as continued to use Jarrod's
mouth and throat to jerk off his throbbing meat.  "You keep that up and I'm
gonna be feeding you a shitload of cum any minute now."
	Once again, all Jarrod could do was grunt and gasp as Top Dawg continued
his frantic pace.  Top Dawg languished in the exquisite feel, shoving
Jarrod's face down over his rigid fuck pole.  Feeling his thick cock
plunging deep inside that warm, wet, luscious mouth and throat.  With ever
increasing intensity, Top Dawg used his willing prey for all he was worth.
Finally, he could take it no more.  Top Dawg pulled Jarrod off his bulging
cock.  He began to jerk it feverishly as Jarrod stretched out his tongue
attempting to lap at the tip of Top Dawg's cock among the fury of Top Dawg's
wildly flailing fist.  His mouth remaining agape before that glistening
pleasure pole.
	"Oooh, yeah, feed me your cum, Top Dawg.  Let me gulp it down," Jarrod
moaned.
	"Yeah, man, I'm gonna feed you some wild cum, baby.  Damn, I'm gonna shoot
my load, Jarrod.  Aaah...yeah............" Top Dawg gasped as he felt his
balls tighten up.  "Yeah eat my cum. Man.  Swallow it down!"
	With that a powerful blast of cum flew from the tip of Top Dawg's cock and
splayed across Jarrod's nosed, cheek, and upper lip.  Top Dawg pushed up and
drove his cock back into Jarrod's mouth.  He quickly wrapped his lips
tightly around that baby as another thick rope of cum spurted against the
back of his throat.  Jarrod sucked in deep as several volleys of cum filled
his mouth.  Gulping earnestly, Jarrod swallowed load after load of Top
Dawg's creamy treat.
With the final blast, Top Dawg settled back into the couch.  Jarrod didn't
miss a beat as he lowered his face, keeping his mouth clamped firmly around
the end of Top Dawg's cock.  Cum dribbled out of the corner's of his mouth
as he gulped down, feeding on that delicious manna.  He always enjoyed
eating up Top Dawg's cum.  It always was a full load and tasted so good.
When Top Dawg's cock spasms finally subsided, Jarrod continued to suck him
in, draining every last drop of that delicious cum he could siphon out.
	"Damn, Jarrod, you give great head, man." Top Dawg said as his cock was now
fully drained of every last ounce of cum.
	"Yeah, that's just cause your cum is always so tasty," Jarrod said as he
finally pulled away.  "And plentiful, too," he added with a smile as he
scooped up the dribbles from his chin and sucked it between his lips.  Then
he ran his tongue around his lips and stood up.  "Well, Hope that was a work
out enough for now, Top Dawg.  But, I gotta get back to work.  I got two new
clients coming in this morning."
	"Yeah, I gotta get going, too, man.  There's a new bus boy coming in this
morning and I gotta show him the ropes," Top Dawg said as he got up from the
couch and threw on his clothes.


To be continued............