Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:00:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Always Real <gottabedauno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kevin Williams: Black Sex Superstar Part 22
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.
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It only took less than ten minutes for Slim to drive from the
dark warehouse district over to an area known as The Hill, which was a
neighborhood that included a couple of large housing projects and lots of
dilapidated, rundown houses. Soon Slim brought the Mazda to a stop on the
street in front of a decent-looking small white wooden frame house with
several big oak trees in the front yard, a yard that had very little grass
but much dirt.
Slim shut off the engine and turned to Kevin. "This is my
homeboy Bishop's place," Slim explained. "He likes getting his dick
sucked, and he usually will trade some dope for some good head. If I can
convince his ass to let you do it, would you do a nigga like me a big favor
and suck him off? I know yo' ass loves sucking a dick...I can tell from
how much you enjoy sucking mine...and if I get some shit, it'll get me
super horny and I'll give you want I know you really want...a hard black
dick up in that ass pussy."
That was all Kevin needed to hear, and he nodded his head in
agreement.
"Good," Slim replied and opened the driver's side door. "Sit
tight here for a few minutes while I go check things out. My name is Slim
by the way."
"I'm Kevin," the kid replied.
"Wait here until I get back Kevin," Slim said and jumped out.
Kevin did as instructed, sitting in the car for nearly twenty
minutes, watching as a steady parade of people of all shapes, sizes, and
colors came and went from the white house, individuals whom Kevin correctly
guessed were making drug purchases. Finally the traffic slowed down, and
after awhile Slim came out of the house and walked to the Mazda's passenger
door and opened it.
"Come on inside," Slim told Kevin, "my homeboy wants to meet
you."
Kevin climbed out of the car and followed Slim into the house.
Once inside, Slim led the kid into the small kitchen, which was
dimly lit by a flickering bulb in the light on the ceiling and by several
burning candles. Sitting at round kitchen table was a dark-skinned dude
wearing baggy blue jeans, high top sneakers, a New York Yankees baseball
cap, and no shirt. He had on several thick gold chains around his neck and
a shiny Rolex watch on his wrist. who was counting out several small
plastic baggies containing rocks of crack cocaine. Several stacks of
monetary bills, mainly fives and twenties, sat on the table next to the
drugs. He didn't look up when Slim and Kevin entered, instead intently
concentrating on his task of inventory. The man was in his middle to late
twenties it appeared.
"Yo, this is the kid I was telling you about," Slim said to the
man at the table as Slim stood behind Kevin and then gently pushed the boy
a few steps towards the man at the table. "His name's Kevin. Kid, this
here is my man Bishop."
Kevin's eyes quickly checked Bishop out, the stranger's body
illuminated by the candles. He was ruggedly handsome with a strong
attractive face highlighted by big brown eyes and thick full lips, and a
neat mustache with slight stubble. Bishop shifted his seat somewhat as he
finished counting the cash on the table, and the new position of his chair
placed him directly underneath the flickering overhead light. Since he
wore no shirt, his chiseled heavily-tattooed physique, which included a
washboard stomach and muscularly defined pecs and arms, was on full
display. The was a light amount of curly black hair on his chest and a
sexy trail leading from his prominent navel south.
Bishop finally looked up from the money and drugs on the table
in front of him. His big piercing brown eyes examined Kevin from head to
toe several times over, his face unsmiling. Finally, the drug dealer
stared Kevin straight in the eyes. "So Slim tells me you got a special
skill that I might like huh?" he asked in his deep voice with a slight
southern drawl. He moved one of the stacks of cash on the table to uncover
a thick freshly-rolled blunt cigar full of weed. Bishop carefully placed
all the cash into a midsize black safe that sat on the floor behind the
kitchen table, securely shutting the door to the safe and locking it.
Kevin glanced back at Slim, who nodded and winked, and then the
kid turned his face back to the drug dealer. "Yeah, I guess so," Kevin
slowly answered.
"Oh, so I guess you're shy huh?" Bishop asked Kevin with a
laugh, and then the man looked past the kid to Slim. "How old is he?" The
drug dealer pulled a cigarette lighter out of his jeans pocket and lit up
the blunt, taking several deep drags.
"A few days shy of eighteen," Slim lied before Kevin had a
chance to answer, "but this kid is a real professional with mad skills."
"You smoke?" Bishop asked Kevin as he blew the weed smoke out
of both his mouth and nostrils, and then motioned for Slim to come forth
and get the fired up blunt, and Slim was happy to do so.
Kevin shook his head. "Never tried it before," he replied as
he watched Slim takes multiple pulls off the blunt before he passed it back
to Bishop.
"Well you get to try it tonight nigga," Bishop said and stood
up from the table. He walked over to where he was standing in front of
Kevin and handed the blunt to the kid. "Here, take a hit."
"Go ahead kid, it's good shit," Slim said to Kevin.
Kevin took the blunt and put it to his lips and then and slowly
inhaled.
"Take it in deep kid," Slim encouraged as the two men watched
Kevin, and the boy inhaled deeply and allowed his young lungs to be fill
with the potent hydro weed smoke.
Moments later Kevin was coughing repeatedly from having held
the smoke in his lungs for too long. When he finally opened his mouth and
let the smoke out, it billowed from between his lips for what seemed like
an eternity to them all. Slim grabbed Kevin's arms and lifted them into
the air above his head and swatted the kid on his back as he coughed.
"Damn, nigga, how much smoke yo' lil' ass take in?" Bishop
asked, staring at the kid in amazement. "You must have as much lung
capacity as a fucking synchronized swimmer or some shit! Look at all this
smoke yo' ass is blowing out!"
The effects of the weed hit Kevin almost immediately and it
felt like a freight train had hit him. He felt himself get extremely
light-headed and his legs turned to Jell-O and buckled under him all of a
sudden. He spun around and grabbed onto a countertop with both hands, then
fell to his knees on the floor as his head spun round and round, the room
spinning before the kid's very eyes. Bishop and Slim both grabbed the kid,
one on each side, and helped the teenager back to his feet.
"Whoa, nigga!" Bishop exclaimed as he and Slim held the woozy
kid up. "I think you just fucked yo' self up with all that smoke you took
in!" Bishop's strong arm slid right around Kevin's slender sexy waist, and
just that little contact, the kid's nostrils becoming engulfed in the scent
of Bishop's crisp masculine cologne, coupled with the intoxication from the
weed, was enough to re-ignite the hot lustful fire and desire for dick
inside of Kevin. His tongue parted his lips and licked them over and over,
his asshole began to twitch, and his teenage dick began to stir and fill
with blood in the tight confines of his shorts.
"He probably had over fifty percent of that smoke stored in his
long throat!" Slim laughed. "I told you B," he said, "this boy's throat is
deep as they come...real deep, strong, and tight yo." Slim glanced at the
kid, who by now was licking his fingers one by one up and down like a slut
in heat, the teen's eyes fixated on the big bulge in Bishop's jeans. "Yo
kid, you ready to do your thing?"
The kid slowly nodded his head. To Kevin the room was still
spinning and Slim and Bishop's voices sounded far off, and the thoughts in
his young head were all crashing together and not making any sense, except
for the fact that Kevin's mind knew for sure that his body was on fire and
needed to feel a hard dick either in his mouth, ass, or both ASAP.
"You ready to show Bishop what you're good for?" Slim asked as
he steadied the kid. "You ready to show him you are the best motherfucking
pro out here?" Slim leaned in closer to Bishop's ear. "This little slut
is high and hot as hell now, B." Slim pointed at the kid's eyes locked on
Bishop's crotch. "Say kid, you want something to put in your mouth besides
your fingers do you?"
"Hell yeah," Kevin managed to slur.
"Is that right?" the drug dealer asked mischievously and smiled
slyly at the kid. Bishop turned back around to the table and scooped up
the bags of dope, handing one baggie to Slim and shoving the others into
one of the pockets in his jeans. "Here, Slim, why don't you sit down here
and try this while I take this lil' nigga here to the back so he can show
me his special skill."
As Slim pulled his crack pipe out of his pants pocket and sat
down at the table, Bishop, the blunt in his hand, got behind Kevin and
pushed him out of the kitchen and towards the back of the small house.
Soon the drug dealer guided Kevin into a small bedroom. Bishop pushed him
into the room and followed the boy inside, closing the door firmly behind
them and locking it. The window-less hardwood floored room was sparsely
furnished, only containing a full-size bed up against the wall, an old
wooden chair in the corner, and a small black-and-white television on a
wooden stand opposite the bed.
Bishop walked the kid over the edge of the bed and sat him
down.
"Here young nigga," Bishop said and handed the blunt to Kevin
again. "Get you another good hit or two."
Before he could protest, Kevin felt the blunt thrust between
his lips, and he inhaled on it, although less deeply than before. Still,
the effects were the same, the weed launching Kevin into orbit and
increasingly his horny desire for dick even more. Kevin seductively licked
his thumb, his mouth watering as his glassy eyes stared longingly at
Bishop's nice package.
"Get on your knees nigga," Bishop directed as he took the blunt
from Kevin and took more hits himself as he positioned himself in front of
the kid. The drug dealer too more hits off the blunt as he unbuttoned his
jeans and unzipped the fly in one swift moment.
Not waiting a second, Kevin slid off the bed and onto his knees
on the hard wooden floor, his face only inches away from Bishop's crotch.
"So you suck dick huh nigga?" Bishop sneered as he pulled his
limp manhood out in front of Kevin's face. "Slim say you gotta be the best
dick sucker around, male or female. Is that true?"
Kevin shrugged his shoulders, his eyes completely locked on
this man's beautiful black dick, one of the prettiest the boy had ever
seen. "I dunno," Kevin answered, saliva dripping from the corners of his
mouth. "All the dudes I've done it to have liked it."
"How long you been hustling nigga?" Bishop asked. "I ain't
seen you around these parts before."
"I just started a few days ago," the kid answered. "I ran away
from a group home and needed to make money."
"You a little faggot?" Bishop asked, grabbing his dick in his
hand and shaking it in front of Kevin's face. Even in its current limp
state Bishop's piece was impressive, at least six inches soft with a dark
chocolate brown shaft, deep purple fat dick head, and thick low-hanging
balls nestled in a field of sexy curly black hair. "You a faggot for dick
nigga?" Bishop slapped his rising prick against the kid's face a few
times.
"I just like making a hard dick cum," Kevin answered, his mind
in a daze, the kid slowly being hypnotized by the swinging penis in front
of his face. "I like making dudes feel good, and I think I can do it good
too. I'm not a faggot, but I can be the best little pussy boi bitch there
is. That's what I was taught to do. See, let me show you."
Kevin grabbed the man's semi-hard pole gently with one hand and
brought the head right up to the kid's quivering lips. The teenager
delicately licked the balloon-like dick head slowly before letting his wet
tongue slowly travel down the full length of the shaft all the way to the
forest of black pubes, pausing to shove his nose deep down into the man's
bush and breath in his musky manly scent, and then Kevin licked the man's
huge swollen balls and juggled them in his mouth.
Then the kid let his tongue travel back up the dick, covering
the areas he had missed on the way down. All the while Bishop was moaning
in between taking drags off the blunt. By the time his tongue returned to
the pre-cum dripping head, Bishop's prick was now a fully rock hard eight
and a half thick, slightly crooked inches. For a moment Kevin pulled his
head back, holding the hard dick in his hand and just staring at it,
admiring the exquisite beauty of the drug dealer's perfect tool. Then
without warning, Kevin plunged his mouth down on the dick, at once taking
the entire thing into his mouth and the head deep down his throat, not
stopping until he gagged slightly and his nose crashed back into Bishop's
pubes. Bishop in turn screamed out in totally unexpected pleasure as he
felt his dick head ram the back of the kid's throat.
"Shit, nigga!" Bishop yelled and grabbed the back of the kid's
head with both hands, the blunt dropping to the floor. "Hell fucking yeah
nigga! Suck that big dick nigga! Take it all down yo' throat nigga! Shit
you gonna make a nigga bust his shit all down yo' tight ass throat!"
Bishop stomped out the blunt with the bottom of his shoe and
then began to thrust himself into the kid's hungry mouth, in no time
face-fucking Kevin hard and rough. Spit was dripping steadily from the
corners of the kid's mouth, muffled moans and whimpers occasionally
escaping Kevin's lips as his mouth and throat were stuffed full of
delicious black dick.
"Damn nigga!" Bishop yelled in lust as he pumped his swollen
dick in and out of the kid's mouth. "You really do know how to give good
head!"
Kevin smiled to himself and decided to bring out one of his
patented techniques. He clamped his lips down tightly near the bottom of
Bishop's shaft, the drug dealer's dick head buried deep down the kid's
throat. The boy nestled Bishop's big balls in his hand, juggling and
tickling them over and over. Then Kevin tightened the hold around the
shaft as it was enveloped in the wet heat of the kid's mouth and throat.
Finally, the kid started squeezing and milking the dick with the muscles in
his well-trained throat, at first slowly, but quickly working up to a
furious, vise-grip suction designed to take no prisoners.
"Aw fuck!" the dope pusher yelled as he forcefully grabbed the
back of Kevin's bobbing head and rammed as much of his dick as possible
down the kid's manipulative throat. "Here it comes nigga! I'm gonna bust
my nutt deep down yo' fucking throat and I'mma make you swallow every last
drop of my cum!"
Bishop gave the mouth and throat one last good thrust and then
held the kid's face tightly buried in his pubes. "Here it comes nigga!
Take this nutt down yo' throat!"
Bishop roared like a madman as the head of his dick unleashed a
tidal wave of hot semen down the kid's cock-choking throat, flooding
Kevin's mouth and filling the boy's stomach. Kevin kept right on sucking
the ejaculating prick for all it was worth, sending the dick's owner into
countless fits of lustful convulsions by licking the sensitive dick head
over and over with his tongue. The older man yelled out a slew of
profanities as he spurted wave after wave of his semen deep down the kid's
throat.
When the thug's dick finally stopped shooting, Kevin kept
lovingly sucking on it. The kid held the tool between his lips as Bishop
swiveled his crotch around and around in the teen's face, holding Kevin's
head by the back securely. Bishop's throbbing dick wasn't going limp...in
fact, it seemed to swell even larger in the kid's mouth following the
ejaculation.
"You ain't going nowhere," Bishop sneered as he pushed the head
of his dick to the back of Kevin's throat again. "Suck my shit off again!"
TO BE CONTINUED