Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:44:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Always Real <gottabedauno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kevin Williams: Sex Superstar Part 1

		    Kevin Williams: Black Sex Superstar

			Part One: Born 2 Be a Freak

Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story
are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are
not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex.


Kevin Williams was rubbing the long sexy legs of Johnny Richards as they
both basked in the afterglow of the utterly mind-blowing sex marathon they
had been engaged in for the night and day.  Kevin licked his lips as he
admired Johnny's perfect naked young chocolate body.

"So when was your first time?" Johnny, asked the sexy chocolate man who had
just made love to him like no one else before lying on the hotel bed next
to him.  "Where'd you learn how to be such a good lover?"  Johnny looked
more closely at the man and in a flash it came to him that he had seen this
stranger prior to the sex session that had been having along with Eddie,
the macho handsome father of Johnny's locked-up fuck buddy Ty.  "Have we
met before?" Johnny asked.

Kevin Williams, wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs and
a smile, laughed and lit another Newport and took a drag.  He shook his
head.  "I know most definitely that I've never seen you before, because if
I had this wouldn't have been the first time we'd have tasted each other's
nutt," he answered matter-of-factly.  He leaned over and grabbed a DVD case
out of his gym bag on the floor next to the bed and placed it in front of
Johnny.  "This is where you know me from."

Johnny picked up the case and looked at it.  It was a hardcore porno called
'Black Baby Boi's Adventures Part 7' and had an the main picture being an
explicit screen shot of Kevin laying on his back with his face contorted in
obvious sexual pleasure as a faceless white man with what had to be an at
least a nine inch penis fucked him.  To the side of the main picture were
several smaller screen captures showing Kevin eagerly sucking big dicks,
getting fucked, and jacking his own dick off with the "Black Baby Boi is
hungry for more dick, and his greedy holes will take them all!"

splashed in huge red letters at the top followed by "Starring Baby Boi K"
in gold lettering.

"I'll be damned," Johnny mumbled and nodded.  "I used to get fucked by this
white dude named Sam, the guy I got my crystal [meth] from, and he loved
watching the Black Baby Boi flicks before and during him and me fucking and
getting high.  Yeah, Sam always would say Baby Boi K was the best black
bottom he'd ever seen except for me," Johnny said and laughed.  " Yo, I
just got fucked by the best bottom porn star and it turns out to be THE
BEST FUCKING I've ever gotten!  How'd that happen?"

Kevin laughed again and then puffed the Newport.  "Very rarely do I top,
'cause it really ain't my thing," he answered and gently touched Johnny's
soft smooth face with his hand.  "But my lover sorta owed Eddie a favor,
and he worked out a little deal with Eddie for him to have my services for
this weekend.  Eddie and my lover are old friends from back in the day or
some shit.  It was no big deal 'cause I've been wanting to get with Eddie
for a long time anyway, and I usually allow my lover to rent out my
services to a selective group of fans.  So when he told me he wanted me to
fuck you and he would get me high in return, I was okay just for the chance
to get his dick and the dope, hoping I would wear his big dick ass out
before he made me top you...that is until I saw you and that sweet ass you
got.  For the first time in years I knew I had to fuck you."  By this time
Johnny had pulled out a glass meth pipe and started putting several shards
of crystal into it.

Kevin pulled his own stash of crystal out of his gym bag and matched
Johnny's amount in the pipe with his own and then some.

"I've never met a porn star before," Johnny said in disbelief as he used a
butane lighter to melt the hill of clear meth shards inside the bulb of the
pipe.  He couldn't figure out whether he was more blown away by that or the
mind-blowing sex he and Kevin had been having.  "SO how did you get
started?" Johnny asked.  "What was your first time like?"  White fumes
began to rise out of the pipe, which Johnny handed to Kevin.

Kevin took a huge hit from the pipe, taking a big amount of vapors into his
lungs.  He held the intake for exactly fifteen seconds and then released
the fumes through both his mouth and his nose, and then immediately took
his bag of crystal, used a straw to fish out already crushed shards at the
bag's bottom, and then bought the straw up to his left nostril and snorted
the dope.

An instant head-rush resulted, beads of sweat forming on Kevin's forehead
as a new high washed over him and, staring mischievously at Johnny as he
lay on his side sucking the glass pipe.

Kevin licked his left middle finger and as Johnny hit the pipe with his
eyes closed, Kevin slide the long wet finger into Johnny's aching and
well-fucked asshole.

Johnny moaned lustily from deep in his gut while still sucking in the smoke
of the pipe as Kevin's finger expertly invaded his hot hole.

"You wanna know my story?" Kevin asked Johnny and smiled as Johnny finally
let out the deep intake of meth fumes that he had held in his lungs for
several moments while Kevin finger fucked him.  "You want the whole long
dirty filthy nasty story of how I became Baby Boi K?"

"Hell yes," Johnny panted breathlessly as the dope lifted him high and
Kevin's finger poked and stroked his most intimate areas.

Kevin added another finger into Johnny's hole.  Johnny yelped briefly and
then dropped onto his back, spreading his long tennis-player legs wide and
hoisting his buttocks up into the air, taking in every inch of the two
fingers embedded in his hot wet ass.

"If I tell you, will you let me make love to you again before Eddie gets
back?" Kevin proposed and jerked his fingers more swiftly.

"Deal!" Johnny quickly agreed as his dick hardened.

"Okay, here goes," Kevin answered and toyed once more with Johnny's
throbbing prostate before
 withdrawing his fingers from the hole and putting them into Johnny's mouth
for him to suck.  "I guess you could say I was born to have nasty kinky
sex.  It's my legacy.  The story goes like this," Kevin began as Johnny
listened intently...


FLASHBACK: Kevin's Childhood (early 1980's) From an early age little Kevin
Williams was consumed with sex.  Maybe it was because sex was such a big
part of his life growing up.

Kevin was an only child.  Sonya Williams had given birth to her son when
she was only fifteen, Kevin being the result of an incestuous affair she
had carried out with her older first cousin Wesley during the summer Sonya
went to stay with him and his parents in Mississippi.  Kevin had been
conceived in the top of a hayloft when 25 year old Wesley took his little
cousin's virginity, and when he was done, he promptly let three of his
friends go up into the hayloft and rape Sonya for ten dollars apiece.
Afterwards Sonya was so ashamed she didn't tell anyone happened.  Back home
with her strict religious parents in their comfortable middle class Dallas
home, Sonya's growing belly led to her minister father branding her a whore
after he himself raped her and then threw her out on the streets in her 7th
month of pregnancy.

Sonya stayed at a shelter for nearly a year and a half with her son until
one day she ran into Trish, an old friend from church.  Trish offered to
let Sonya and her son move in with her.

Sonya stayed with a young woman named Trish who formerly had attended
Sonya's father's church.  However, when Sonya moved into Trish's one
bedroom apartment in one of the roughest housing projects in Dallas the
preacher's daughter soon learned Trish was making her living working as a
hooker.  But it was the only place the teenage mother had to go and Trish
was nice enough.  Since Trish worked the late nights, she was able to
baby-sit Kevin during the day while Sonya worked at a fast food joint.

Eventually Trish ended up introducing Sonya to her pimp, Owen, who made
regular appearances at Trish's project apartment.  It didn't take long for
the sly Owen to manipulate the beautiful, shapely, and highly naive Sonya
into becoming one of his 'girls'.  By the time Kevin was five his mother
was an addict, tricking for dope and losing herself in her environment, and
he quickly learned how to care for himself.  Often times he was left alone
in the apartment, or was made to watch TV or sleep on the sofa in the tiny
living room as his mother and Trish serviced johns or smoked crack in the
bedroom.

From the time he could think and speak, the cute little black boy with
beautiful milk chocolate colored skin, big brown eyes featuring thick black
lashes, full luscious lips perfect for kissing, chubby cheeks, and a bubble
bottom that, as the little boy grew older starting around age five, began
to flesh out and resemble the ass of a sexy curvy thick black female
instead of a young boy's.

In fact, while there was no mistaking the fact that little Kevin was a cute
young male, from early on his body and features began to be highlighted by
more than a touch of femininity.  This came mostly from the boy's formative
years being spent in the company and care of two beautiful and delicate
young females who used sex and their own seductive traits over men in full
view of Kevin's impressionable young mind.

From the time he could walk and talk Kevin was a very quiet child, no
problem at all to any adult.

He liked making people happy, because Trish, following a visit from her
wealthy white john who gave her a diamond tennis bracelet for swallowing
his cum and letting him piss down her throat, had once told him, "When you
are nice to people and make them smile and feel good, they will give you
nice presents and take care of you."  It wasn't obvious and overt. No,
instead it was subtle and, for lack of a better word, seductive, except for
the growing temple of an ass he had.

The very first person to comment on the subject was none other than his
mother's pimp Owen.

When Kevin was five years old his mother was giving him a bath one night
when Owen dropped by to talk to Trish and feeling a little horny with his
prick semi-hard from smoking his weed, he would get his dick sucked by
either her or Sonya.  The tiny bathroom in the apartment was in the
bedroom, so following his bath Sonya put her son in his usual sleep attire
of tight white Fruit of the Loom underwear and he followed her through the
bedroom to go to his sleeping place on the living room sofa.  Trish was in
front of her vanity mirror in the bedroom putting on makeup as she talked
to Owen, who was sitting behind her on the bed.  Sonya, already high on
crack, flopped down on the bed next to Owen and told Kevin to go into the
living room and close the bedroom door behind him.  As Kevin walked in
front of Owen, who was drunk and high off weed, the pimp grabbed the little
boy and pulled him into a bear hug.

"Little nigga, give yo' Uncle Owen a hug!" the pimp exclaimed playfully and
inadvertly his big hands slid and froze on the little boy's plump
exquisitely round buttocks.  Owens's hands lingered on Kevin's behind a few
seconds too long, even though neither of the women noticed.  "Damn little
nigga," Owen whispered under his gin-heavy breath as he squeezed the plump
little ass and Kevin giggled, rubbing his little body against what felt
like a big hard stick between the pimp's legs in his expensive yet thin
silk pants.

Little Kevin, however, instinctively sensed something and glanced up into
Owens's face and his young yet highly intelligent mind realized Uncle Owen
liked something about him.  When Owen finally released him Kevin paused and
then jumped up and kissed Owen on his face.  "Goodnight Uncle Owen!" the
little boy said joyfully, and then he took one last rub up against the hot
throbbing hardness between Owens's legs.  Little Kevin then walked slowly
to the bedroom door, his walk accented ever so slightly by a slight twist
with his little round bottom.  Kevin, who instinctively felt eyes watching
him, stopped at the door, turned around, and smiled playfully at Owen,
whose eyes had lustily followed the up and down strut of the little boy's
delicious ass protruding sensually in the tight white briefs from the bed
to the door.  The little boy laughed playfully again and then left the
room.

Owen was stunned for a moment.  He glanced over at Sonya as he unzipped his
pants and freed his by now rock hard nine inch mocha-colored dick.  "Suck
my dick bitch!" he demanded and dropped to his back on the bed.

Sonya obliged and took him into her mouth as he stared up at the white
plaster on the ceiling.

"That little boy you got is built like a bitch," Owen commented as Sonya
worked between his legs and Trish lit up her crack pipe.  Owen put his
large hand under Sonya's short skirt, found no panties, and promptly
started fingering her pussy.  "Ass looks just like a little girl's and
shit."

Sonya didn't even hear him as she sucked him off.  The more he visualized
the little boy's ass the more turned on Owen got, and soon he was moaning
loudly and pumping his pelvis into Sonya's face, verbally encouraging her
to bring him to a climax.  When he finally shot his load down her throat he
let out a loud roar and then laughed, slapping her ass and yelling, "You do
that so good to me!  You keep doing that to me and Owen here will take good
care of you forever!"

Little did the adults know that young Kevin hadn't closed the bedroom door
completely, nor had he had gone to sleep on the sofa.  Instead his eyes
peered the whole time through the cracked door and saw the whole scene.
Owen was in his eyes a nice person who always gave him candy and soda pops.
Owen seemed to make Kevin's mommy happy, so Kevin decided he wanted to do
something to make Owen happy too, and maybe he would get more candy.  Kevin
fell asleep on the sofa wondering how he could make Owen happy.

A few hours later, long since after Trish and Sonya had gone out to trick
following Owens's passing out after the blowjob, Owen, having just awakened
and smoking another joint, emerged from the bedroom.  Standing in the
bedroom's doorway, Owen glanced into the darkened living room, which was
illuminated by light from the TV set.  The pimp's eyes found their way to
the tempting sight of little Kevin sleeping on his stomach on the sofa, his
sexy plum bubble ass in the air.  Owen reached inside his coat inner pocket
and pulled out his flask, and then quickly swigged down several gulped of
gin.

Licking his lips, thinking he was crazy for feeling a sexual attraction to
a five year old little boy, Owen stumbled over to the sofa, sat down gently
next to Kevin's sleeping body, and slowly started fondling the boy's soft
ass through the tight white briefs.  Owen cursed to himself and shook his
head.  He couldn't believe how good and tempting the boy's ass felt!
Owens's dick drew hard again within seconds, straining the silk material of
his pants.  He took one hand and unzipped his pants to free his dick while
still caressing and fondling Kevin's ass with the other hand.

Kevin was at first sound asleep.  But when Owen, now jacking earnestly on
his dick, grew so hot and bothered that he slowly pulled Kevin's underwear
down to expose his smooth cocoa-colored bare ass cheeks, the slight breeze
on his bottom woke the boy up.  Kevin was silent though and only opened one
eye.  He instantly knew it was Uncle Owen sitting next to him and touching
him because Kevin recognized the same scent of weed mixed with gin that had
been present on the pimp earlier.  Kevin looked across the room at the
mirror on the wall above the TV set that offered a perfect view of the
sofa.  Kevin didn't know what Uncle Owen was doing as he jerked furiously
on himself while rubbing Kevin's bottom over and over, but whatever it was
Kevin sensed that it was making him feel good and happy, especially when he
yelled out "Ah fuck!" real loud and Kevin felt something real wet and
sticky drip onto his leg.  Afterwards Owen used his handkerchief to wipe
himself, pulled Kevin's underwear back up, and silently left the
apartment...