Date: Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:14:49 -0500
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Hip Hop Hoes Part 5

This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment
purposes only. It may contain racial slurs and sexual acts which some
readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors
or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where
community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these
prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your
entertainment.

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One of the ways teenage boys get prepared by record producers to become big
hip hop stars is for them to go to a "performers' training camp," out in
the woods, for several weeks. Hopeful black mamas bring their teenage sons
to the performers' camp with the expectation that one day these boys will
become rich and famous rappers. The only problem is the performers camp can
cost a lot of money, and most black mamas don't have enough money to pay
for it.

Not to worry though, the producers of record labels have found ways to set
up liberal terms for payment. Consider the story of Amos...

Amos' mom enrolled him in performers' camp -- of course, the first thing
the staff of the camp suggested was that Amos would have to change his name
to something like "T-Shawn" or "Wal-Leek," because "Amos" is not a name
that carries very much street cred.

The camp staff consisted of teenage white males who had studied music and
who knew how to write, so they could help the black boys put down their
lyrics on paper. The white teenagers also knew all the ins and outs of the
recording industry, including marketing and promotion. Young Amos, who was
about 16 years old, was impressed by the white boys' knowledge of the
"behind-the-scenes" business aspect of the hip hop industry and was eager
to get started.

One of the counselors turned to Amos' mom, "How are you going to pay for
this, Miss Robinson?"

"I don't know," the fat black woman said, smacking on a piece of chewing
gum and making it pop in her mouth, "I wuz hopein' you could find a ways to
work something out."

"I'm sure we can," the grinned the white teenager. He steered the older
black woman into the finance office with two or three of his horny teenage
buddies and they shut the door behind them.

Two of the counselors stood outside of the office with Amos. "So, you want
to be a rapper, eh?"

"Yes," Amos said, staring wide eyed at the older, more knowledgeable
teens. He took a deep breath of their clean smell as they towered over him;
their chiseled bodies looked like white marble statues to the black boy. He
was filled with excitement at the prospect of being around these handsome
male role-models.

"Well," said one of boys staring down at him, "let's see how well you can
use those lips."

The young black boy looked confused, "Where's the microphone?"

"You won't need a microphone," laughed the other white boy, "We want you to
do this `unplugged." He pushed the startled boy down on his knees so that
his eyes were level to their crotches. The camp counselor unfastened his
pants and pulled out his thick cock. He waved it in the black boy's face.

"Your first test of musical talent is to see how well you can hum on
this. Do you think you can give it a good hummer?" he laughed.

Amos' eyes grew wide with amazement. He had never seen a teenager's big
white cock before. He thought that white boys had little cocks. Even though
Amos wasn't gay, he began to feel his own black penis stiffen inside of his
pants. He seemed awed by the purity of the white boy's fuck meat. He kissed
it, as if in a trance, and watched the boy's cock grow harder and harder
right in front of his face.

The teenager grabbed the boy by his head, and stuffed his thick cock inside
the black boy's mouth. Amos almost gagged as it filled the back of his
throat. He wanted to please the white boy so he tightened his lips around
the boy's cock and didn't let it slip out of his mouth. He slowly began to
suck on the teenager's cock, feeling it grow harder on his tongue. The
white boy moaned.

"How does it feel?" his buddy whispered as he watched his friend getting a
blow job while eagerly stroking his own adolescent cock.

"Awesome," came the reply. "It's so warm and moist. Those nigger lips
really feel good sliding up and down my dick."

Just then the sounds of a woman screaming echoed from behind the closed
doors of the financial office. Amos and the two white boys froze. They were
startled by the noise.

It was Amos' mom, and she sounded like a female house slave "helping" her
young master "make his bed" before sending him off to school in the
morning.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my," the woman shouted to the sounds of heavy teenage
thrusts, "I got a big white cock inside my black pussy."

"Yeah, take that cock Miss Robinson," came the white teenager's reply.

"Fuck her black pussy, Mike," the other boy chimed in, "I think she likes
your big white cock breeding her body."

There were frantic grunts and groans and bumping in the finance room as the
two horny white teenagers took turns ravishing the older black woman.

From outside, the two camp counselors, with Amos on his knees in front of
them, could tell the black woman was getting a real work over. They quickly
got back to work on Amos' lessons in performing "unplugged."

The sound of Amos' mom being serviced by the young teenage studs in the
finance office made Amos suck the camp counselor's cock all that much
harder. He was now sucking the teenager's cock with deep respect, seeing
how easily their buddies were mounting his mama in the other room, using
her for a black cock whore.

Amos looked up through the blond bush of pubes on the teenager he was
sucking. He gazed at the boy's smooth white abs and chest. Then he looked
over at the other boy and gazed at the boy's fierce blue eyes and his rosy
cheeks. These white boys were like gods to young Amos. He was determined to
serve them well so that he could get all they had to offer him.

He licked up and down the throbbing shaft of counselor who had his cock
buried deep in young black boy's mouth. The counselor pushed the boy's head
back, and shoved Amos' face over to his buddy's cock so that he could share
the pleasure of having the boy's thick black lips massaging his dick.

As Amos serviced the second white boy his buddy grinned and said in almost
a whisper, "You ever feel anything like that in your whole life?"

The boy's face was flushed with pleasure. "No, never! This is awesome. I've
never had any jiggy lips on my cock like this before. I never knew what I
was missing."

Amos sucked even harder, trying to please his new tutors. He thought, "Dese
white boys gonna make me rich n' famous."

Amos rolled the white boy's cock around and around on his tongue, giving
the boy just what he needed since it had been weeks since the boy had last
seen his girlfriend, being squirreled away all summer teaching in this
music camp. Amos licked the boy's blond nut sack, tasting the moist,
intimate parts of the boy's budding young manhood.

The white teen seemed close to cumming. He pulled his cock out of the black
boy's mouth and told the boy, "Drop your pants and pull your shorts
down. Get on all fours. Get that black ass up in the air." Both white boys
laughed.

Amos did as he was told; his shiny naked black body glistened under the
intense lighting in the room. He jutted his ass out to grant the white boys
easy access. Amos' dangling balls and nigger fuck meat were gently swinging
under his ass crack.

One of the white boys mounted him. He fucked Amos' ass furiously, as if he
were working off weeks of pent-up teenage sexual tension. Amos' black body
rocked back and forth as he took the white boy's cock.

The boy, imitating what he had seen in his older brother's stash of porn
movies, shouted, "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?" while he fucked the
black boy's ass.

Amos paused and look confused, "I-I don't know," he answered helplessly.

"You're supposed to say, `You are! You're my daddy!" the white boy
corrected him, losing his patience.

"Oh," said Amos. "You are. You're my daddy."

The white boy grabbed the back of Amos' neck and fucked him even more
furiously.

He grabbed Amos' arms, and then wrapped his arms around the trunk of the
black boy's body, admiring the boy's lean muscles and smooth skin. He
relished the idea of having this tough, young inner-city black boy
completely at his mercy.

"Take that cock," the teen repeated. All Amos could do was grunt in reply.

Just then the door to the financial office swung open and Amos' mom
staggered out, guided by the two white teens who had been fucking her. A
stream of jism ran down her leg.

At that moment, the teenager who was dominating Amos let out a loud groan
and shot his load deep inside the black boy's body. Amos felt his body
filling up with the white boy's warm sticky cum. The realization that a
white boy had just shot his load inside of him made Amos spontaneously
ejaculate. His nigger cock fired off spurts of cum all over his dark
thighs, his chest and his belly. Some of his cum trickled in long, sticky
strands onto the floor.

Amos' mama nearly swooned at the sight of her muscular teenage son, the man
of her household, on his hands and knees with his dark body taking the
white boy's cock. Her pussy got wet all over again.

She hoped that this was the beginning of great things for her household.

Those hopes were somewhat dashed when one of the teenagers standing beside
her said, "Okay, that was a great trial run. It won't be official though,
until we make a video of it."

One of the other teens chimed in, "Yeah, we don't want the talent to get
too full of himself once he's up on the stage and women are throwing their
panties at him while promoters are throwing dollars. We gotta have a leash
so he won't wonder too far from the fold. The videos we make of him
servicing our hard cocks will be our `leash' to keep him in line."

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Amos and his mother were ushered out of the building -- Amos to his camp
cabin, with all the other aspiring young black boys who want to be hip hop
artists, and his mom to a cheap motel in a near-by town, where she could
earn additional cash if she needed it to pay for Amos' lessons.

Amos and his mom where learning that his journey to hip-hop stardom would
be a long, steep climb.