Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2011 01:36:41 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Hip Hop Hoes Part 18

This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It may
include sexual acts between teenagers.  If you are offended by this kind of
erotic fantasy, or if you may be unduly influenced by it, please search for
something else to read for your personal erotic fictional
entertainment. All publishing and reproduction rights are reserved by the
author of this story.

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This story is not necessarily about anyone below the age of 18. It is up to
the mind of the reader to fill in the details.

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It was not an unlikely place for two teenage boys to be after school -- in
a dark alleyway between two tall buildings; but it was an unlikely sight
nonetheless.

A scruffy white teen had his trousers and underwear pulled all the way to
his ankles while a dark-skinned black boy kneeled in front of him, sucking
on the white boy's throbbing cock.

There were sighs and moans of erotic ecstasy, and choking and swallowing
sounds of an intrusion that was testing the limits of a boy's ability to
provide oral pleasure.

The white kid stared down at the black boy and grabbed him by the back of
his head, "Work your fat lips on my cock, homes."

The black kid shifted his stocky body, uncomfortably -- enjoying the
sensation of being orally "raped".  Needing to be "forced" to submit to the
other boy's cock. Needing to be "forced" to "just take it".

The black boy's knees dug into the rocks, grime and broken glass on the
ground, in the shadows of the narrow alleyway. He clung to the white lad's
hairy legs to keep from losing his balance while he sucked on the white
boy's cock.

The white teen sneered at him, "You wanted to know what it feels like being
a bitch, you fucker -- well now you know."

If he didn't know before, the black kid was learning. He tried to mumble a
reply but all he could do was gulp and gag on the white boy's hard cock as
it pummeled his mouth. The white kid rocked his hips against the black
boy's smooth face, making him take his cock deeper and deeper while he
taunted him.

"Wish I could take a picture of you, homes. This would be a good shot to
post on the Internet. Nobody in school would believe that a tough guy like
you secretly gets his jollies by being face-fucked like a little bitch."

The black boy just whimpered and resumed cock-sucking duties. His
close-cropped nappy head bobbed up and down as he serviced the boy who
towered over and taunted him.

He pushed the white kid's body against the red brick wall while he allowed
the boy to savagely rape his mouth. The black boy reached up and felt the
white boy's solid abs and smooth trunk as he allowed the boy to dominate
him.

The white boy was surprised by how much pleasure he got from the black
kid's lips. They felt so good that all the white youth could do was moan
with approval, "Fuckin' nigga slave lips".

Eventually he managed to look back down at the black boy and said, almost
to himself, "I guess it's like they say, the tougher the dude -- the deeper
his bitch-side."

That might explain it.

There was no doubt about it, Tyrone was tough. He was known for his ability
to intimidate all the other boys in the high school. It didn't win him any
points with the ladies though; he often seemed awkward and uncomfortable
around them. He lived in a man's world and didn't have the patience to
humor or patronize the emotions and obsessions of females.

The white boy pushed Tyrone's head between his legs so that the black boy's
face was mashed under his nutt sack. "Lick under my balls, nigga, and lick
my ass."

Tyrone didn't have to be told twice. He lapped up the shit juices from the
white boy's ass and thoroughly licked the underside of his testicles.

"Yeah, nigga. That's it. Clean me up with your tongue."

The white boy shifted his weight from the sheer pleasure of the
mouth-attack on his naked crotch. The lad's sneakers made a crunching sound
on the gravel and crushed glass on the ground in the alley as his feet
rocked to the motion of the black boy's tongue-attack on the underside of
his body.

The black boy was giving the white boy pleasure, but the white boy was
giving Tyrone freedom. Tyrone felt free to lick the boy's testicles,
something that he could never do to another black boy; he would have to
endure too much teasing and he would find it all too shameful.

Tyrone seized his opportunities and slurped on the white boy's balls and
ass in such frenzy that it seemed as though he was trying to outrace his
mind before it could catch up with him and he would fully realize what he
was doing; as if he was trying to outpace his shame and embarrassment from
being another dude's "bitch".

 So long as kept up the momentum and acted on raw passion he would be
alright. If he slowed down long enough to think about it he probably
couldn't continue.  And he didn't want to stop. He shoved his face further
between the white boy's thighs and bathed the boy's genitals with his mouth
-- and the other boy enjoyed it. He enjoyed having a closeted black
cum-slut at his service.

He looked down at the bobbing black face between his legs, "You really like
it rough, don't cha nigga?"

Of course he liked it rough. Rough was the only way he knew how to get
it. He liked rough sports, he liked rough talk and he liked rough sex, full
of force and passion.

It was just as likely to give the black boy a hard-on if he was roughly
fucking a "bitch" as it was to be roughly fucked like he was one himself.
It was roughness and the humiliation that aroused him, whether he was the
giver or receiver, either way.

The white boy spread his legs as far as his pants, bundled around his
ankles, would let him. He leaned back against the brick wall and held the
black boy's face tightly. He tossed his head back as he allowed his cock to
be assaulted by the black teenager's mouth. He tightly closed his eyes in
sheer ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, suck me nigga, suck me."

The boy used Tyrone's face and his mouth as a living fuck toy.

He humped wildly in Tyrone's mouth, releasing all of his teenage sexual
tensions and frustrations on the black boy's body.

Tyrone submitted perfectly to the white boy's power.

If he didn't have Tyrone to provide this service for him, he could have
just as easily been home fucking a lifeless plastic fleshlight; but this
was better -- the use of the black boy's puffy lips, his warm, moist mouth
enveloping the white boy's hard throbbing cock, was just what was needed to
take the edge off of an otherwise stressful day for the white teenager.

He felt the strength and the power of the black boy's muscles as Tyrone
bobbed up and down on his stiff white cock in the alley.

He looked down at Tyrone, "Suck it for me. Suck like you know you really
want it."

Just then the white boy's whole body tensed and quaked. He erupted in the
black boy's mouth with a forceful gush of hot teen lava. It flowed down the
black boy's throat, causing him to choke, and then to swallow. He swallowed
the white boy's cum. He swallowed all of it to keep from drowning. He
swallowed the teenager's cum as it kept to shooting into his mouth in
spurts -- tasting the sweet nectar of the young white god who towered over
him.

The white boy emptied his loins inside the black boy's mouth. His heavy
breathing subsided and he loosened his grip on the boy's head. This allowed
Tyrone to pull back a bit and come to his senses.

He looked around and the world stopped spinning. He could once again get
his bearings. Tyrone realized the compromised position he was in, that he
was on his knees in an alley, with a half-naked white boy standing over
him; the boy's cock was swinging above Tyrone's head with strands of cum
dangling precariously in the gentle breeze.

It would not look good if somebody saw them like this. Tyrone quickly got
on his feet and wiped cum off his face with the back of his arm.

The white boy yanked up his trousers. Tyrone stared in the boy's face,
still somewhat mesmerized by the boy -- his long flowing hair, his rosy
cheeks and lips.

"You betta not tell nobody about this, son," he said menacingly to the
white boy.

The white boy shot him a knowing smirk, "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody
about what a good cocksucker you are."

Tyrone frowned, "Okay -- you best not." He gave the white boy the once over
and ambled down the alley as though he had just intimidated the boy.

The white boy cracked a smile, pounded his chest and shot Tyrone duces,
"Mah nigga. You can do me anytime."

Tyrone gave him a sour look, "Fuck you, man, just shut the fuck on up or
I'll smack the shit outta you."

He continued to amble down the alley with his manhood intact, hoping nobody
would be the wiser.