Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2007 11:47:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Always Real <gottabedauno@yahoo.com> Subject: Kevin Williams: Black Sex Superstar Part 11 Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest, and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was after midnight one Thursday night while Wesley was out on the road, and Kevin was asleep their bed in the nude (as Wesley made it a rule that the kid was only to sleep either in the nude or in a jockstrap so that the trucker would always have easy access to Kevin's boi pussy at all times). Wesley arrived home after several days on the road, and he was not happy. Walking into the bedroom, he switched on the lights and rudely shook Kevin awake. "Get up you smutty ass bitch!" Wesley yelled and threw a stack of magazines onto the bed beside his son/sex slave. Kevin groggily opened his eyes. "You want me to suck your dick daddy?" he asked sleepily. "What I fucking want," Wesley yelled furiously, "if to know how in the fuck pictures of yo' ho' ass getting yo' pussy fingered and sucking on some white cracker's dick got in these damn magazines! Look at them!" Kevin nervously opened up one of the three digest-sized magazines titled "Naughty Little Boys" and sure enough there he was spread out over ten pages in various pornographic photos. He instantly realized these were pictures taken by David Fisher, the teen's high school photography teacher, and it the hands fondling the boy as well as the dick Kevin was sucking in the pics all belonged to the teacher. "Well," snapped Wesley angrily, "that's you ain't it?" In fear, Kevin slowly nodded. "Who in the fuck took the pictures?" Wesley demanded. "You tell me, and tell me the truth right now, or so help me I will beat the shit out of yo' slut ass!" "Mr. Fisher!" blurted out the boy. A puzzled look crossed Wesley's face. "Who in the fuck is Mr. Fisher?" "He taught my photography class last semester at school," Kevin answered. "He took the pictures right before you moved to town. I didn't know he was going to publish them in a magazine." "Well he fucking did!" Wesley yelled. "I bought the magazines in a dirty bookstore right outside of town on the interstate! I thought I told you I was the only motherfucker who is to fuck you!" Kevin shook his head. "Mr. Fisher didn't fuck me!" he insisted. "And this happened before you even got to Dallas!" "I want you to get that motherfucker over here RIGHT NOW!" Wesley demanded. "I wanna see the white motherfucker tonight!" Kevin felt tears forming in his eyes as he shook his head. "Daddy I haven't even seen him since we moved here!" the kid cried. "I don't know how to get in contact with him! He's not even my teacher anymore!" "What's his full name?" Wesley demanded as he grabbed a telephone directory. The tone of his father's voice, along with his angry body language, scared Kevin to death. He sensed that Wesley meant business. "David Fisher," he stuttered quickly. It only took Wesley a moment to find several David Fishers in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. "Where does the peckerwood live?" Kevin shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he answered. "He took the pictures in his classroom." Wesley glared at Kevin for several moments, and the kid prayed that he wasn't going to beat him. Finally, the trucker spoke. "Tomorrow you're going to switch your slutty ass into that honkey's classroom and you're gonna convince him to come over here tomorrow night. Tell him you're gonna be home alone and he can take more nasty pictures of you. I'll be waiting for him when he gets here." "But daddy, I can't..." Kevin protested. Wesley cut him off with a slap to the face. "Boy, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you!" the father yelled. "You do whatever you have to do to get that motherfucker over here tomorrow night! If he don't show up, I'm gonna beat the shit out of yo' bitch ass, you got it?" Kevin nodded reluctantly... ----------------------------------------------------------------- The next day David Fisher was sitting behind his desk in his classroom packing his things to leave at the end of the day when Kevin walked through the door. "Kevin!" the teacher exclaimed, his eyes quickly looking the kid's hot body up and down. Kevin was wearing thin running shorts and a t-shirt, quite a brief ensemble that showed off his sexy physique rather well. Fisher's manhood instantly went hard. "What brings you around these parts?" Kevin smiled nervously. "I miss having your class," he answered. The teacher returned the smile, shifting in his chair as he adjusted his hard-on in his jeans. "I miss you too Kevin." Fisher's words dripped with desire. Even though the teacher was sitting behind his desk, Kevin's instincts told him that the man's dick was already hard, and the teen sensed that Fisher wanted him that very moment. "I'm going to be home alone tonight," Kevin said quickly. "Would you like to come over and take some more pictures like you did before?" David Fisher knew it was wrong, and that he was playing with fire, but there was just something about this sexy black kid that he couldn't resist. "I'd like that," the teacher replied. "Great way to start the weekend." "Great," said Kevin. "Is seven o'clock cool?" "Perfect," the teacher replied... ------------------------------------------------------------------- That evening Kevin, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties, was laying flat on his back on the living room sofa with his legs jacked up in the air and spread wide, his gray sweat pants on the floor. Wesley was on top of him, fully dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt with a long white towel wrapped around his neck, but with his huge hard dick sticking out through his unzipped pants and plunging in and out of the boy's upturned asshole. "Take this dick you fucking bitch!" Wesley barked as he roughly banged away at the kid's quivering hole. As soon as Kevin got home from school Wesley had made him strip and put on the panties. Then the trucker, who had spent the day getting high on crystal meth, made the kid sit on the sofa and watch fuck films with him and suck his dick. Finally Wesley decided to give him a good fucking before the teacher arrived. He had now been fucking the kid non-stop for over an hour and a half, every now and then taking a pause to take hits of both crystal and poppers. Poor Kevin just lay there and took the brutal fucking, crying and whimpering, and that only turned Wesley on even more. "Yeah bitch, this is what you need!" Wesley yelled as he long-dicked the kid over and over. "You fucking dick-loving little bitch you! Yeah bitch, cry while yo' daddy rips this good ass pussy to pieces! Does it hurt, bitch? Is my big dick hurting yo' sweet tight pussy?" He suddenly pulled his dick out of the hole. Kevin looked pleadingly into his father's wild eyes. "Yes sir...its so big daddy." Wesley laughed in a sinister tone and viciously rammed his dick back into the abused boy's pussy, making Kevin scream out. "Then that's good you fucking bitch! Take it like you want it ho!" Suddenly Wesley shoved the bottle of poppers under Kevin's nostrils, and the boy took a huge whiff before he even realized it. "Oh shit!" Kevin exclaimed as the chemical rushed through his head, making his asshole open up, his limp dick instantly stiffen, and his entire body loosen. As soon as the poppers took effect on the boy, Wesley drove his dick home in a fast and furious sequence that resulted less than a minute or so later in both father and son climaxing together. Wesley's dick pumped a huge load deep inside his son, and Kevin's dick sprayed semen all over both of their chests and stomachs. It was at that exact moment that the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of the unsuspecting white photography teacher. Wesley quickly jumped up and threw the towel that he had had wrapped around his neck at Kevin. "Hurry up and wipe yo' nasty ass off and let that cracker pervert in!" the trucker hissed under his breath as he stuffed himself back into his jeans. "You take that mofo up to your bedroom. Keep him busy until I say so." As Wesley disappeared, Kevin grabbed his gray sweats off the floor and put them on over the panties, and then he hurriedly ran to the front door. Kevin opened the door and found a smiling David Fisher standing on the other side with his camera. "Hey there buddy," Fisher said. "Is everything cool?" Kevin nodded. "All clear. Follow me up to my bedroom." Once upstairs, Kevin quickly discarded his sweats as the teacher followed him into the bedroom and closed the door. Kevin glanced over at the door to the bathroom and could tell Wesley was watching. "Whoa," said Fisher as he caught sight of the sexy black teenager in the lace panties. The teacher pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and handed it to Kevin with one hand while touching the kid's round ass cheeks with his other. "What's this?" Kevin asked as he took the envelope. "Your payment," the teacher answered, continuing to fondle the boy's ass. "The last time I took pictures of you one of my buddies came across them in my studio at home. He publishes a magazine, and without me knowing, he ran some of the photos. By the time I found out, it was already done, but he paid very nicely for them." Kevin opened the envelope and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills. "You know you can make yourself a lot of money with this body you got Kevin," Fisher went on as he took a few steps back and focused his camera on the kid's ass. He snapped a few frames. "Why don't you get on your bed and pose for me?" Kevin put the envelope on his desk and then jumped onto his bed. "Oh Kevin," Fisher sighed, licking his lips as he snapped a photo of the teenager sprawled across the bed in nothing but white lace panties. "That's hot. Can you spread your cheeks open for me?" Kevin pulled the panties down and lifted his legs up in the air, parting his cheeks. Fisher moved in closer to the bed and began snapping away, but then he stopped abruptly and put the camera down on the bed. "What the?" Fisher asked in amazement. The teacher at first thought his eyes were fooling him, so he reached out and placed his fingers between the kid's cheeks near the hole. Sure enough, there was a stream of freshly dumped cum dripping from Kevin's asshole! "Your pretty little black asshole is leaking cum!" Fisher exclaimed. "You've just been fucked, haven't you Kevin? Who fucked you kid?" "I fucked him!" Wesley's voice suddenly boomed as the bathroom door opened, and Wesley walked into the room. Fisher froze dead in his tracks. Kevin's heart began beating fast, and he worried as to what his father would do to the white man. "This here is my boy, and I'm the only motherfucker who fucks him white boy!" Wesley grabbed the envelope off the desk and then walked over and stood right in front of Fisher. "So you're the one who took the kiddie porn pictures of my boy, huh?" he asked with a smirk as he counted the money inside the envelope. "I want some answers right now, and keep in mind I've been watching you two this entire time." "I can explain..." Fisher stammered desperately, but Wesley silenced him by holding up his hand. "There's $500 here," the trucker observed, "so what was your cut in the deal?" Fisher gulped nervously, scared out of his mind. "My friend paid $1,000," he answered. "I gave him back $300 to make sure I got the negatives back." The trucker shoved the money into the back pocket of his jeans. "Listen here, white boy," Wesley sneered. "I had every intention of beating yo' ass tonight for what you did." "Please," Fisher began to plead. "But," Wesley continued, "didn't I hear you tell Kevin that he could make a lot of money?" Fisher nodded. "My buddy said the reaction to the spread of Kevin in the magazine has been incredible, and he's been hounding me for more pictures. He said Kevin is a natural. He even asked me if Kevin could do a movie. He's willing to pay good money he says." Wesley stared intently at the white man, his eyebrows raised. "What kinda money are we talkin' about?" "I can get $1,500 to $2,000 for more still shots," Fisher answered. "What about for a movie?" Wesley asked. Fisher looked at Wesley in disbelief. "A few thousand or so I guess." There was a brief pause, and then Wesley spoke. "White boy I'll let you take my boy for the weekend," the trucker said. "You bring his ass back here no later than midnight on Sunday, and when you bring him back you'd better have at least $3,000 in cold hard cash. If not, the police will be paying you a visit, you understand?" Fisher quickly nodded, thankful that the big muscular man in front of him wasn't beating him to a pulp. "Take the kid and go make me some fucking money then!" Wesley yelled... TO BE CONTINUED