Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2012 22:28:47 -0400
From: Daemon King <daemonking85@gmail.com>
Subject: Young Black Driver part 1

Young Black Driver part 1
The Rapper

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Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to actual
persons or events are purely coincidental.
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"Hey Rodney, the boss wants to see you!"

"Oh shit! Hope I didn't do something wrong," I mumbled as I walked towards
Ed's office.

If you didn't catch it, my name is Rodney. I'm a 27 year old black man who
recently lost his job at the office but also recently got hired at this
chauffeur company. I'd always loved to drive and knew the roads like the
back of my hand so it was sort of a no-brainer when I saw their want ad in
the paper. Anyway, I got into Ed's office, hoping I hadn't committed some
error that would get me fired. I'd only been working there 3 months, the
pay was great, and like I said I just liked driving around.

"Rodney, have a seat," Ed motioned. I sat in the small, uncomfortable
wooden chair. Ed was what you probably are imagining: a pudgy/overweight
Italian-esque guy leaning back in a leather armchair.

"What did you want to see me about?"

"I got a job for you but it's high end. I mean real high end."

"How so?" I got excited. High end usually meant overtime pay and tips from
rich passengers.

"Now don't get excited. Lemme explain. He's a celebrity and as you know the
music awards are tonight so that's where you're taking him."

"Great! Who is he?"

"You know the rapper KaiRon?"

Did I know KaiRon? Who didn't?! He was the hottest new rapper on the
scene. I listened to his music all the time, having bought all three of his
albums. It was about time they gave him the big award for his hard work.

"But why me? I've only been here three months."

"Remember this. The driver and the client have to get along. Not only are
you, well, black to be frank, but you're also one of the youngest drivers
here. I figured you'd mesh better with him than one of those crabby old
guys we out there, right?" he laughed

"Sure, Ed. This is great."  I thanked him, even thought I found the whole
"well you're black" thing slightly offensive but I understood his logic.

"Go home and get some rest for tonight. He's hired you to take him around
until morning."

I could barely contain my excitement. I was celebrating when I got back to
my apartment, however, I promised myself that I wouldn't freak out when I
met him. I couldn't let Ed down like that; he was counting on me to be
professional. Plus, most celebs hated the fan freak out moments, at least
that's what I'd heard.

I woke up around 5pm and started getting ready. After my shower, I stood in
front of the mirror admiring myself a bit. All my hard work in the gym was
paying off. I finally got that nice washboard look to my abs, and my v-cut
was showing more clearly than ever. My arms were bigger and stronger, and
when I turned and flexed my shoulder muscles bulged. Now imagine all that
combined with my smooth, chocolate skin and you won't hate me when I say
that I was a pretty hot number. I'd gotten my hair cut earlier that day so
it was edged up sharply, and my face was clean-shaven. That was enough
self-admiration. Anymore and I would start running late. I put on my
uniform: white inside shirt, black slacks and shoes, black Nehru jacket
with a black cap to boot. I was looking pretty sharp. One last glance over
and I was out the door. Tromping downstairs. Hopping in my car, and I was
off.

I arrived at the garage on time. The guys had the town car ready for me. It
was a beauty. Shiny black with chrome accents perfectly polished. The beige
inside impeccably clean and smelling fresh. With no time to lose, I took
the wheel and rolled out, heading to KaiRon's townhouse. It was a really
nice place. It was a Spanish-style hacienda with red clay tile roof,
whitewashed walls, a flag-stone paved courtyard complete with fountain, a
small lawn, and trees lining the path to the front of the house. I circled
round the fountain, stopping in front of the large patio. Some security
guys approached as I stepped out. They asked me the whole 21 questions,
including looking at my ID card and driver's license. Finally, they let
KaiRon show his face.

I knew he looked good in photos but he looked even better in person. He was
just a bit shorter than me, and two years younger, but his body was on
point; toned, firm, and athletic, with smooth caramel-brown skin, baby
dreads, and a thin mustache. He was dressed in blue jeans, high-cut
sneakers, a gray wax-cotton jacket with black aviator shades perched atop
his head. Why these guys wear shades out in the evening I'll never
know. Point is, he was a hot looking guy. Oh yeah, I am gay, if you didn't
figure it out yet.

"Yo homes, sup?" he greeted, pulling me into a bro-hug. I was shocked at
first but reciprocated cautiously. "Glad to see they sent a brotha and not
some rap-fanatic white-boy."

"Um, yeah...So, shall we get going?"

"Sure, bruh. Let's roll out," he grinned, pulling the shades down over his
eyes as he hopped into the back seat.

"What's you name, homie?" he asked as we drove along.

"Rodney."

"What hood you rep?"

"I don't rep any hood. I'm just a driver."

"Aight, I respect that. No time to play gangster when you making real
money, huh?"

"That's how it is," I smiled, mimicking a line from one of his songs as I
looked into the rear-view mirror to see his reaction. I couldn't help
myself.

"Oh, I see we have a fan," he grinned, "which of my songs is your
favorite?"

"Oh man, I got several..."

The fan-boy in me burst the doors of professional restraint. I was rattling
off songs and lyrics while he just listened, nodded and grinned.
Eventually, he joined in on my monologue, and we ended up engrossed in a
deep conversation about the direction hip-hop was going in and his plans
for his next album. We were so engrossed I almost missed the turn.

"Shit!" I hit the brakes and KaiRon flew forward, hitting his head against
the seat pretty hard.

"Muthafucka! You tryna kill me?!"

"Sorry, man. It just-"

"Don't call me man! It's KaiRon. We ain't friends! Just fuckin' drive!"

So much for a fat tip at the end of the night. I had messed up big time by
letting myself lose my focus. I just hoped he wouldn't report the incident
to Ed. We arrived on time at the venue. The red carpet was laid out and
lights from cameras were flashing non-stop. KaiRon slammed the door as he
got out. Dude was still pissed. He looked like he was about to say
something to me but then changed his mind. As he walked up the carpet his
mood turned 180. He was all smiles for the cameras. Meanwhile, I felt like
shit as I drove to park round back with the other chauffeurs.


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I was prepared for the worst as I waited on KaiRon. He walked right up to
the car and hopped in without saying a word to me. I took a deep breath and
hoped beyond hope that he wouldn't call and tell Ed I nearly broke his
neck. OK, that was exaggerated but that was probably what he would say. He
was a celebrity after all. Only as we were driving along the highway back
to his place did he finally say something to me.

"I'm sorry, Rodney," he said quietly.

"What?"

"I'm sorry! For yelling at you and shit. My bad."

"OK. Don't worry about it," I said.

"Nah though. It wasn't cool. We were both distracted with the convo. It
wasn't right of me to get crazy like that."

"Don't worry about it. It's in the past."

"My nigga," he smiled, "so we cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool."

"Great! Turn this bitch around and let's hit the club!" We headed to Club
Ebano. I thought that was odd as it was known to be the most liberal of
black clubs with no discrimination against gays, transgender or non-blacks.

"Park the car round back then come in, OK," he told me.

Wow! It was awesome to be back in his good books again. I'd never been
inside Ebano, though I'd always wanted to. Now I was going to get in free
because of KaiRon. I parked out back and walked back to the front. KaiRon
was right there waiting for me with a bunch of women in tow.

"Come on in, sir," the big bouncer unhooked the barrier and let us through.

Inside was even better than I'd ever imagined. The music was loud and
reverberated through my frame but I hadn't heard a thing from outside.
People were all over the dance floor and bar, chatting and having a good
time. Wild lights were flashing and spinning. It was kind of confusing at
first. We headed straight to the VIP booth. When that door closed, the
craziness of the main club was silenced; only soft R&B could be heard. A
spread of drinks and finger food was already laid out on the table. Some of
the ladies were already helping themselves.

"From now on, you can call me Kai," he told me, "we real homies now." I
grinned and thanked him with a dap. He actually seemed like a really cool
person after all.

The songs changed tempo to more sensual tunes, and the ladies, 5 of them in
all, offered to give us lap dances. Kai didn't refuse so I just followed
suit although I wasn't interested. The one giving me the dance started
grinding on my lap with the rhythm, lifting her skirt, etc. I can't recall
how long those sensual songs went on but somewhere along the line, I heard
a moan that broke me out of my bored haze. I looked over and Kai was
getting head from the blond girl. My eyes bulged when I saw his dick. It
was pretty thick.

"Like what you see, homie?"

"Yeah...a lot..."

I was unsure as to how to answer that question correctly. I was liking what
I saw but what I was focused on and what he was focused on were probably
two different things. Either way, he kept the blond's face down on his
thick erection, her pink lips stretching to encompass it. He must have
noticed my annoyance as another woman joined the first in trying to excite
me.

"Yo! All you bitches get out! You're upsetting my boy!"

"What? Are you serious?" one girl started.

"Are you deaf?! I said get out, bitch!" They knew he was serious when he
yanked the blond girl off his dick and tossed her to the floor. Once they
all left, he turned to me.

"What's the deal with you, my man? You a fag or something?"

"What?" I was a bit stunned. We rehearse what we'll say over and over in
our heads but when someone asks us that question so directly, we tend to
freeze up, don't we?

"Are you a fag? Yes or no, Rodney," he said, staring into my eyes.

"Yes," I said, swallowing hard. I was pretty sure I'd had it. He leaned
back and sighed.

"I thought this might happen."

"Y-You knew I was?"

"Not knew...more like...hoped."

He lunged and planted his lips on mine, knocking me flat on the futon. At
first, I was ready to push him off but then I thought, why? I had him were
I wanted him. I reciprocated, parting my lips. He accepted the invitation
and slid his tongue in. He moaned softly as I started sucking on it while
my hands groped his ass. Gently, he pulled away from me.

"You feel pretty good, homie," he flashed that characteristic debonair grin
of his.

"You too, homie," I replied and guided his lips back to mine.

He opened my jacket and my white button-up undershirt, running his hands
over my chest then down to my belt buckle. He groped my hard dick through
my slacks as I opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. I did
the same with his underwear, leaving his cheeks vulnerable.

"That's a nice ass," I whispered between kisses, copping a feel of his
soft, smooth bubble-butt.

"And this is a nice dick," he countered, "I wanna feel it inside me."

He fished it out and wasted no time engulfing it in his mouth. I leaned
back in the seat, moaning. I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did I meet
my favorite rapper but now I was going to get to fuck him. I pulled him off
my dick and stood, removing my clothes. He followed suit and we were both
totally nude. I felt his muscles as I kissed along his chest, sucking on
his nipples; along the mid-seam of his abs then tracing his v-cut with my
tongue as I closed in on his dick.

"Ohhhh dang, homie," he sighed, writhing as I engulfed his entire length.

Despite its thickness, I managed it pretty well, getting it to the back of
my mouth. I moved slowly back and forth in time with the slow, sensual
music filling the booth. I raised his legs, licking along his balls to his
asshole. He cooed as I started to eat his booty. His whole body shivered
and he squirmed with delight from my twirling tongue buried up his chute. I
got him pretty wet with spit then pressed two fingers in, all the way to
the knuckle.

"Fuck me, Rodney," he begged.

"You want this good dick in you, homie?" I teased him with my dick at his
back entrance.

"Wait...you gotta use condoms though," he noted, fingering through a bowl
of chocolate buttons and withdrawing a condom and a packet of lube. I
didn't even bother to ask. I slipped on the latex, lubed up my shaft and
his hole, then pressed in. He gasped as my dick-head popped inside. He
pushed against my chest to slow me down but I kept going at a steady rate
of descent until I felt my skin touch his.

"Go slow, man. I ain't get dicked-down in a minute," he advised.

"However you want it, baby I got it, for youuuuuuuuu," I sang a line from
another one of his songs, leaning in and covering his mouth with mine. I
slowly pumped back and forth with his legs around my waist. His ass was
tight, and, although I preferred a good raw fuck, I was loving doing him
with the rubber. I increased the pace a bit as I sucked on his neck. His
grip tightened and he gazed into my eyes as I started to pound him. He
huffed with every thrust, never breaking eye contact, even when I sunk in
deep.

"Fuck me, Rodney. Fuck me harder, home boy!" he demanded, biting his bottom
lip. I gave in to his demands. I pressed his legs to his chest and plowed
him, my thick pipe slicing through his dick-hungry hole. My hips slapped
wetly against his skin. The temperature was rising; both of us beaded with
perspiration.

"That's what I'm talking about! Fuck me, boy! Fuck this good ass!" he
whispered.

"I want you to ride it," I said, pulling him up.

Without removing him from my dick, I pulled us both into sitting
position. He planted his feet on the futon, straddling my waist, then began
to bounce on my dick. I held his ass-cheeks apart so he could sink further
down my pole. He pressed his lips to mine and we made out, hot and heavy as
his speed increased until he was impaling himself on my dick while stroking
his own thick cock.

"You 'bout to make a nigga bust!" I growled.

"I want you to bust in me. Shoot that load, home boy," he replied, grinding
on my lap. His asshole chewed on my dick, faster and faster as he
approached his own orgasm. I pumped upwards, slamming into his hole and my
orgasm hit.

"AHHHHHHHH FFFFFF-UCK!" I bellowed, erupting inside the latex barrier. He
roared almost immediately afterward, spraying my chest with a thick, creamy
load. He rested against me, both of us panting. My dick was still
rock-solid and firmly thrust up his ass while he gently kissed me.

"Want to head back to my place?" he asked.

Hell yes!

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