Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2004 10:20:44 -0800
From: Rick <rickthedick@fastmail.fm>
Subject: Little Black Boy's Bitch

   I had bought an inexpensive six-unit apartment building in a
really bad part of town -- a friend at work convinced me that was
the road to riches -- but what a mistake! I just had chronic
problems with everything and everyone. Nobody would pay on time,
everybody complained, stuff was always breaking down, but I was
kind of stuck with it and as a part-time landlord at that. And
nobody had taught me how to be a landlord, so I'd always give in
and let late payments and things ride.

   Well I had this one chronic late-rent payer who was a single
mom with two kids. She was on welfare and AFDC but I couldn't get
section 8 subsidies so she had to pay cash, which I knew she could
afford from her payments, but she always had some excuse why she
couldn't (I'm pretty sure it went to drugs).

   Finally I was tired of it. She had missed two payments, so I
went over to her unit and told her I'd let last month go, but she
had to pay for this month or I'd start eviction. She let me in,
tried her normal excuse thing at first, then tried anger, then
tried pleading. I wasn't going for it, because she had played me
like that for over half a year.

   Then she tried bartering. "You want my stereo?... You want
smokes?... Meth?..." but I just looked at her like I'd had
enough. I really did. I had a mortgage I couldn't afford unless
everybody paid, and explained that to her.

   Finally she asked "You want ME?" which made me chuckle a
little, because she knew I was gay (the topic had come up when I
was telling her about the place and myself, no big deal), but I
reminded her anyway.

   Then she said "You want my son then?" and my eyes widened. Her
son wasn't even into puberty, maybe only 11 or 12 tops (11, as it
turned out)! I couldn't believe she'd suggest something like that,
offering "him" as a rent payment?! Did she just assume all gays
were into little boys or something?

   Apparently she took my stunned hesitation as interest, because
she started selling him up. "He ain't gay, but he'll fuck
anything... that's what you guys like, right? Getting it up the
ass and stuff?"

   I just sat there incredulously as she kept trying to "sell" him
to me. "He got a big dick, too, I know y'all like THAT." I
couldn't help but arch an eyebrow up -- an 11 year old with a "big
dick?" And how the heck would SHE know?!

   "Shawn!!!" she yelled toward the bedrooms. "Come here!"

   Her son came out of his room and sauntered up to the dining
room table we were at, looked over at me like "who's THIS dude?"
(apparently he didn't remember me), then looked at his mom.

   "Shawn, show him your dick." Oh my god, I couldn't believe she
said that! What kid would do that? But Shawn just yanked down the
front of his shorts and proudly showed me his dick, like he did it
everyday to anybody who asked! And it WAS... big... I think. It
was pretty long, totally bald and I couldn't see his balls but he
was definitely nowhere near puberty so it was only going to get
bigger as he got older, was my thought at the time. Then I sort of
whistled like "Lucky kid!" as he flipped the front of his shorts
back up.

   "He ain't got a hardon, but I seen it and it gets a lot
bigger," his mom added, boastfully. I would have been horrified if
my mother said that, but Shawn just looked a little proud, if not
somewhat disinterested! I still couldn't believe they were just
talking so openly about that. This was either a really freaky
family, or just part of a totally different culture I knew nothing
about!

   But I was intrigued. Obviously if she was even suggesting such
a thing, offering him as "payment," there was no danger of him
"telling"... and the thought of having sex with a preteen was just
a naughty, taboo concept that by itself stirred my interest. But,
this kid also had a REALLY hot body, like a lot of black kids that
age do. Very muscular and lean, broad shoulders, tight bubble
butt, clearly-defined biceps and pecs, just generally a really
tight package that most adults have to work YEARS for in a gym.
Yet Shawn wasn't even into puberty...and to top it off, he was
also really cute!

   As taboo and dangerous as it all sounded, something just
clicked with me and I found myself really getting aroused by the
thought. But I wasn't entirely sure one time was worth the $375
rent, so I suggested maybe I could "take him out" a couple times
that month. And just for that month, then we'd have to talk about
the next month later (just in case Shawn wasn't into it, or I
wasn't, or something).

   His mom looked relieved. "You want to do that, Shawn?" she
asked, looking at him.

   He looked back at her. "Do what."

   His mom grinned. "He's a GAY, he wants you to fuck him in his
ASS," she explained, looking over at me for confirmation. "Right?"

   I just kind of shrugged, and gestured "or something" (I wasn't
sure yet myself...)

   Shawn looked at me a little incredulously, then made a kind of
"ewwwww" expression and asked "You WANT me to bust a nut in your
ass?"

   I just shrugged again. "Well, sure, or maybe...ermmm...I could
blow you or something," I muttered. That's not a very easy thing
to talk about to an underage kid in front of his mother,
definitely.

   Shawn raised his eyebrows. "You want to BLOW me?" he asked,
looking at me in disbelief. I couldn't help but look down, as I
was starting to get embarrassed. They were just being way too
direct! This wasn't an easy topic for me to talk about, but Shawn
continued. "Why, you LIKE sucking dick?!"

   I shrugged again, and responded "Yea, well, I'm gay."

   Shawn guffawed like he couldn't believe a guy would WANT to
blow him or get fucked in the ass! He looked in disbelief like
somebody was asking if he wanted free money!

   "But that's all he'll do," his mom interjected, looking at me.
"Just your mouth or your ass, ok?" I nodded and muttered ok, and
she turned to Shawn. "Is that ok? You wanna do that?"

   "Bust in his ass?" he repeated, now kind of sizing me up. I
think he was starting to get off on the thought of controlling an
adult man like that. I don't think -- especially looking back --
he even saw it as "gay" at all, it was more a power thing and just
sexual release. Or even part of the macho attitude in his "ghetto"
culture, like black guys in prison who have sex with white
"bitches" but just do it for the power and to get off, not because
they're gay.

   "Pfffffff, ok." Shawn exclaimed, lightly running his hand up
his stomach. He looked at me a little puzzled, though. "And you
WANT me to do it, right? You'd LIKE it and shit?!" he confirmed
again, now adopting a kind of tough-guy pose.

   "Yes, I'm gay," I told him again.

   Shawn snickered and continued his physical posturing.
"Yeahhhhh..." he sneered, lifting up his chin. "I'd make you suck
it ALL, too, man... take it all up your ass and shit... damn,
you'd be like my bitch!" he giggled.

   And I blushed! The whole thing seemed absurd -- this "little"
boy with his still-high husky boy voice, his hairless dick, making
me his "bitch?!" The whole race thing was kind of weird to, a
black kid buttfucking an adult white guy... hmmmm... absurd...yet
for some reason I was REALLY aroused by the whole thing! And still
a little embarrassed and ashamed at talking about all this in
front of his mother!

   But his mom looked both relieved and suddenly happy at not
having to come up with the rent for that month, like a huge burden
was lifted (and it was, I suppose). That's all she seemed to be
concerned about!

   I felt I needed to clarify again it was only for this month,
and I'd get to "take him out" twice.

   "I don't care, it's up to y'all. He could probably do it all
day if you let him," his mom bragged, apparently proud about her
son's "virility."

  Shawn just giggled (almost saying "yea"), but then pondered
seriously for a second and mentioned something about school and
basketball, so I said no, it wouldn't be every day, just twice was
ok for that month. They both shrugged as if saying "ok, have it
your way."

   Then there was a moment of awkward silence. "So..." I began,
"...do you want to start this tonight? Or..."

   Shawn and his mom looked at each other, then his mom looked
over at the clock. I think it was about 8 or 9, but I remember it
was dark out, and she seemed to consider something for a moment.
Then she said "Well, ok, but you might get there and he'll be too
tired." I looked at her a little quizzically, and she added "...he
usually goes to bed in about an hour."

   "Oh," is all I said. More silence.

   "You want to just go do it in his room real quick or
something?" she finally proposed.

   I just stuttered an "Uh....," but Shawn spun his head toward me
eagerly, lifted his eyebrows as if saying "do you?" and
absentmindedly started to flip up the bottom of his shirt,
exposing flashes of his rock-hard belly. That did it for me! My
throat starting closing a little from my nervous excitement, so I
suggested to him almost with a gasp, "Ok, how about if I just suck
your..." then my voice lowered, "...dick... maybe?"

   Shawn guffawed as if about to say "You kidding? Hell yea" but
actually said it more like "pfffffff... ok, come on," grinning in
disbelief. It was almost as if he were expecting to have to pay ME
to suck him off, and here I was offering it for free.

   He turned around and started swaggering toward his bedroom, now
with his hand pushing up the front of his shirt, which lifted up
the back enough to reveal his really tight, round bubble butt
("ghetto booty"). I remember I was so hard right at that instant,
I was sure I was making a mess in my pants, but I didn't care.
Meanwhile, his mom just leaned back in the chair and took a long
drag on her cigarette, apparently thinking about something else
entirely.

                         ----------

   I followed Shawn toward his room, and he turned around holding
the door waiting for me to enter, with a bemused almost-sneer on
his face. He closed the door behind me, then turned to face me. I
looked around his room; he just had a bed and a desk, and some box-
like crates, and it was also pretty messy. But the spot by the
door was clear, so I just spun around and sat down on my knees.
That made him giggle for some reason, and he stuck out his groin
toward my face, though still clothed. I told him he should take
off his shirt, which he did, and for a moment I just stared, mouth
agape, at his incredible torso! He was the absolute definition of
lean and muscular. Wowee, he had a very contoured chest, and
really nice nipples that were neither little-boy dots, nor
oversized, they were just nice and entirely proportionate to his
pecs which seemed pretty well defined, at least for an 11 year
old. He also had broad shoulders and a tapered waist, and a
definite four- or maybe six-pack that was admittedly more from
being lean than working out or anything. Yet he wasn't "skinny,"
just had a very hard body. And not bulky, either. I was absolutely
transfixed.

   Shawn saw my ogling and snickered again. Then he untied the
front of his shorts (which was the style of shorts at the time),
hooked his thumbs in his waistband and slid them down to his
thighs. His dick seemed about the same size as from when I saw it
earlier, but was sticking out a little more. His balls were still
small, and were just starting to darken and roughen a little in
the front, but he had no peach fuzz even. I think the combination
of his small testicles, small frame and narrow waist helped make
his dick look bigger, but even entirely flaccid it was already
several inches long.

   Just going on instinct I scooted in a little further, lifted up
his dick with my finger and thumb, and put the whole thing in my
mouth (which went all the way to the back of my tongue, still
soft)! Then suddenly -- and almost immediately -- I could feel it
swelling, and "pushing" itself out as I struggled to push it in
further. Quickly it got up to full hardness, but I could see there
was a considerable amount of shaft still outside my mouth, so I
took it out completely to see just how big this thing was... and
it was HUGE... well... not "HUGE" in a man sense, but for someone
his size and weight (75 pounds at most) it just seemed really
long. I "measured" it with my hand and fingers (then measured that
later -- it came out to just over four and a half inches), and
concluded his mom was right, he did have a "big" dick! I guess the
stereotype was true, at least for him.

   But Shawn put his hands on the back of my head and pulled it
toward his groin, so I put it back in my mouth and tried to take
it all. I wasn't a terribly experienced cocksucker in practice
(though mentally I had done it thousands of times, of course), so
it took a little while to get it as far back as I could without
gagging, and without suffocating. Finally I just relaxed and
breathed through my nose, tried to open my throat, and the natural
upward arching of his erection also helped to keep it away from
pressing on the back of my tongue and causing a gag.

   A couple times he did shove my head too far in, and I'd get
just a quick moment of gag reflex. After several minutes more,
though, I was able to get all but about an inch in without any
gag, and sometimes all of it entirely. I also soon figured out how
to give good tongue and mouth contact along all or most of it, and
a little suction on the out-stroke. I thought I was doing pretty
good, anyway, and started to wonder if he could even shoot, and
how much, and how I might be able to handle that (it turned out he
couldn't shoot yet, but he could definitely climax)!

   Shawn was a moaner, and really very active and into it. He
thrusted hard and grabbed my head hard, but I got used to it. Then
at one point maybe five minutes in, with my nose rhythmically
bouncing against his groin, I was getting just a tiny bit bored
and wanted to go to the next phase with him hopefully shooting
something in my mouth. I really wanted to taste it... all I could
taste up to then was skin, and my tongue could only feel the
smoothness of his cock, which felt soft like silk even though he
was fully hard. I remember noting I couldn't feel or taste any pre-
cum, though. (I was still ignorant about 11 year olds and their
lack of development, up to that point).

   Then just a little while later, he started guiding my head
faster, his breathing changed, and then all of the sudden he
pushed my head away, wrapped his fist around his cock (which
sprung up and bounced a little when it first popped out of my
mouth, I remember), and hurriedly said "Let me bust in your ass."

   I wasn't used to that lingo, and his "ghetto" accent, so didn't
quite process it at first and just said "What?"

   "LET ME BUST IN YOUR ASS," he said again urgently, and a little
annoyed. "Turn around!"

   Just instinctively I began the impulse of turning, but then I
realized I probably wasn't ready (clean, empty, etc), and I knew
that just spit wasn't going to work too well as lube. I could also
tell by his urgency and his squeezing his dick he was close to
finishing, so I said "No, just do it in my mouth." Shawn hurriedly
stuck it back in, grabbed my head and squeezed it toward him tight
(a little painfully at first). It took just a moment to start
breathing right again, but then I got it and let it go all the way
in again while he started up his hard rhythm.

   Maybe ten seconds later was all, he climaxed. He loudly said
"ahhhhhhhhhh!" then said something like "Yeahhhhhh, BITCH!" and
just sighed. I sure tried hard to taste anything (or feel
anything), but I just couldn't. (I remembered later I had had dry
orgasms at his age, too, so I figured that's what it was).

   Damn it, I really wanted to taste his cum! But I was still
really aroused by getting to suck him off like that, and also
somewhat proud I was able to make him climax (so I couldn't be
THAT bad at it, apparently...).

   Shawn pulled out, sloppily pulled up his shorts and opened and
walked out the bedroom door holding out his hand like it had
something gross on it (my spit...well, I guess that might be
gross), as he stepped across the hall to the bathroom. I was
still reeeeeealllly aroused and erect, and for a moment wondered
if I could just jerk off right there. But the logistics wouldn't
work, the door was open, and it wasn't a good idea in general, so
I got up and went back to the living room where his mom was
sitting.

   I was stunned at what I had just done (or was allowed to do,
rather), and still aroused, and in that moment of weakness I told
his mom "Tell you what, I could just let you guys stay here for
free, if we could 'keep doing this.'" (I still couldn't mention
sex, it was too weird...).

   She smiled just a little and said "Yea, all right..." but
almost seemed like she was trying to stifle a gleeful cackle as if
just pulling off a con. I guess it was a con in a way, because
that was actually a lot of money she'd be "making" for something
her kid gets off doing anyway!

   But I was happy. I simply told her "Thanks," and she replied
"No, thank YOU!"

   I drove home really excited. It definitely seemed to be a win-
win for all three of us...

                        -----------

   They didn't have a phone, so I just picked a Saturday late
afternoon to come over for the second time, about a week after our
first session. Shawn wasn't home, but his mom pointed to a field
where she thought he was hanging out at, then told me not to go
over, she'd go get him (a white guy walking up to them would be
too weird, I guessed). I waited there, and some time later she
came back with him, and asked to "borrow" $20 bucks (I said fine).
Then she just went inside.

   I told Shawn we could go back to my condo, trying to gauge his
interest in "doing it" again, but he just kind of shrugged and
smirked at me oddly. I still wasn't sure, so asked him if he
wanted to do it now, or some other time.

   "Now!" he finally smiled.

   We got over to my place -- he didn't want to talk much on the
way over, just turned on the radio to the urban station, turned it
way up and "danced" in the seat, mouthing along with the words --
and I was ready to show him around or make small talk, but he just
glanced around a bit and said "nice place." He wasn't nervous at
all, just acted "cool" and casual, almost disinterested.

   I on the other hand was nervous! I had prepared myself for
getting fucked, had the lube and wet towels and stuff laid out,
but I was going to be open for whatever he wanted to do, or
nothing at all if he wasn't into it.

   I didn't know how to start the topic, so I finally said "Do you
want to go up to the bedroom or something?"

   Shawn thought a second, looking at me and kind of sizing me up
again, then said "yea, ok" and let out a smirk... then a sneer. As
I walked ahead, he then declared that "This time I'm gonna bust in
your ASS."

   "Bust" ... there was that phrase... but I just looked back and
said "ok," except he wasn't paying attention. He was just doing
this kind of tough guy swagger as he rapped along to the song that
had been playing in the car. We didn't even make eye contact as we
entered the bedroom, as he was still wrapped up in that song in
his head he was whispering along to.

   Then I whipped off my shirt, slid down my pants and underwear,
and had an obvious erection, which he saw and exclaimed "Pfffffff,
yea, you fag, you likin' this, huh?" He didn't mean it
insultingly, I don't think -- he said it more dismissively, as in
"yea, it figures." But I didn't respond. Meanwhile, he took off
his t-shirt (WOWEE there was that torso again, I drooled...), and
sort of delayed with his pants as he started mouthing and bouncing
to the song in his head again.

   He saw I was staring at his torso again, and giggled. "Ha, you
like this?" he mocked, flexing both his arms and kind of jutting
out his chest. I just nodded my head yes and he sneered again.
"You be liking my COCK in your ass, too...cuz I'm gonna
riiiiiiiiiiide you, bitch!" (It sounds like he talked "dirty" to
me like that a lot, but actually I think it was just the lingo he
normally used. He didn't get off on that or anything, I don't
think!)

   I was still erect and just sitting on the edge of the bed
staring. Shawn started gyrating his hips, though his pants were
still on, and I just wanted his cock so badly I got down in front
of him and asked if he wanted me to take his jeans off. He just
guffawed again, "Pffffff, why, cuz you want to suck my dick
again?"

   "Yes" I gasped, tugging at his zipper.

   "Ha, yeaaaaaaaahh, you're gonna suck it till it's hard, then
I'm gonna bust it in your ass, bitch!" Shawn was being serious!
His macho posturing and jail or ghetto talk was making me a little
fearful, actually, but I didn't say anything, just kept tugging at
his snap and zipper. Shawn got impatient, and popped it open
himself, pushed me away and laughed when I lost my balance on my
knees. Then he slid his pants down and pulled them off.

   He wasn't very hard, I could tell through his underwear (which
I remember was VERY bright white -- tighty whities -- and a stark
contrast to his skin, which was light or maybe medium-dark. But
still an oddly strong contrast). He grabbed his dick through the
cloth, and tugged at it a couple times, just watching me with
amusement while I stared literally with my mouth open. He giggled
again in disbelief that I appeared to be "getting off" looking at
his body.

   "Come here, bitch," he said after a few moments. I scooted over
on my knees, fixated on his firm stomach and groin, and clothed
cock outline especially. I wanted to see it so badly, I was almost
shaking, and he was being a tease! But then he pushed his
underwear down in one motion, jiggling his knees until it fell to
the ground, and picked up his somewhat-hard dick so it pointed at
my face. "Suck it...then it's going in your ASS."

   I reached up to help put it in my mouth, and he dropped his
arms to his sides and stuck out his groin, looking down at me with
a domineering smile. As soon as I closed my lips around it, like
the previous time, it immediately started swelling up, and he
reached up his hands onto the top and back of my head. His cock
only took about six seconds to get fully erect, and in my
eagerness to take it all and "deep throat" (or however close to it
I could get), I might have brushed my teeth against it or
something because he winced and said "ahh!". But then I corrected
myself and he shifted a little and started rocking my head in and
out with a strong rhythm. Meanwhile, he moaned a little, muttered
things like "yea, bitch..." and I was starting to think he'd maybe
just do the whole thing in my mouth and skip the fucking, which
would have been fine with me.

   But only after about 30 or 45 seconds of that, he pushed my
head away, and his cock sprung up, glistening in my saliva. He
looked down at it and let out a little grunt, started tugging it
outward, then while holding it out tight like that, looked at me
and sneered "you're taking it in the ASS now, turn around!"

   I just gulped and spun around on all fours, then looked over at
the K-Y I had set out and reached for that, turned back and held
it up like "do you want this?" But he just looked at it blankly,
so I squirted a bunch of it onto my fingers and quickly reached
back and put it around and just inside my ass. Then I put more on
my hands, rubbed it a little to warm it up, and reached up to
smear it on his cock and masturbate him a bit -- he was extremely
hard still -- and he seemed to be into that for a few moments, but
then suddenly said "Come on bitch, turn around!"

   I had set out a pillow on my bed I could put under my groin,
while laying down, because I didn't think being on all fours would
work (too high for him). So I did spin around, but then started
going up on the bed and said "let's do it here" and he just
followed close behind me, trying to lay on top of me on the bed. I
got down into position, although he had already covered me and was
trying to poke it in, then I adjusted the pillow so my butt was up
higher. He kneeled up at that point, and I think saw my butt up
like that and laughed again. "Yea, you LIKE taking it up the ass,
huh."

   His cock was so hard and just looked so potent that I really,
really, really badly wanted it in me! I meekly answered "yes" and
he laughed again as he leaned forward and shifted his legs around
trying to get into some kind of position. He found it pretty
quickly, and I felt the warm rod of his erection jammed up against
my sphincter, which wasn't cooperating at first.

   "Let it go in, bitch! I'm gonna riiiiiiiiide your ass..."

   I focused on relaxing, and just a little bit was all it took,
then the head suddenly just sort of popped right in. He
immediately leaned forward, let out a big "uhhhhhhhhhhh" and
exhaled sharply as he pushed forward way too hard. That hurt worse
than I expected, I was surprised! Besides that quick pain of the
initial shove, there was also a long, deeper ache that that just
stayed there, and wasn't going away when he started rocking hard
about ten seconds later. I winced, let out a little bit of yell and
without thinking reached back my hands to keep his hips back, but
he just kept pressing up and shoving hard to get it in all the
way.

   "I'm gonna bust right in your ass... you're taking it ALL, man"
he said.

   And with each of his thrusts, in addition to the continuing
ache, there was another sharper pain, so I was definitely not
liking it! I tried not to make a noise but couldn't help but shout
out "ahhhhh!", which he mistook for some kind of moan because he
giggled again and said "Yea, you're liking this too, huh..."

   I turned my head as far as I could and grimaced "No, don't do
it so hard, go slower!" while still trying to push his hips back
more, but the more I pushed the more he shoved in harder as if he
was getting off on me being in pain! And he just kind of ignored
me while he kept breathing and humping hard.

   I don't know why I didn't just buck him off (I suppose I could
have, I was more than twice his weight), but I decided to just
relax as much as I could and hope it would subside. I concentrated
on relaxing my sphincter as much as possible, and even though it
would clamp up reflexively when he shoved, I managed to lessen it
so it was more of an annoyance than a sharp pain. The ache also
subsided to more just a feeling of fullness, and I laid my head on
the bed and just closed my eyes.

   Shawn was mostly silent by now, just breathing hard and
occasionally grunting. His cock was definitely going all the way
in by this point, and his body heat was becoming very noticeable
to where I was sweating a little. I don't think he could even
sweat on his chest, but he was definitely starting to on his
temples, and I remember some of it dripping down to my upper back
and feeling cold.

    His dick popped out a few times, but he quickly got it back in
before my sphincter could recoil, and also I'd concentrate on
relaxing it as much as possible when that happened because I knew
he'd just try to jam it back in anyway. At one point he shifted
position, up kind of on one foot but legs splayed far apart, and
he got a lot more leverage that way so his hard thrusts started to
ache again. But it was actually starting to feel pleasurable,
probably not as much the physical part as the emotional part of
his penis all the way in me, and my hope that he would (if he
could) ejaculate into me. There was also the pleasant closeness of
his body, his hands sometimes up on my shoulders, and the fact he
was getting off on ME and my body (well maybe not entirely, but
kind of), that was almost exhilarating emotionally, although I
was probably reading far too much into it considering he probably
just thought of me as a warm hole to "bust his nut" in. But still,
I was definitely starting to enjoy it.

   He kept going for longer than I thought he'd go. I didn't note
the time, but I'd guess it was around 15 minutes. I was getting a
little eager for him to finish, and asked at one point if he was
"going to come" and he grunted "almost." Then maybe a minute
later, he whisper-grunted "oh yea oh yea oh yea oh yea" while he
changed to a harder rhythm, held the inward thrusts in for a little
longer, then finally shouted his orgasmic "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
and pushed himself up (like a pushup) by pushing his hands into my
back. That hurt, but I also got really aroused again thinking
about him "ejaculating" in me (even though probably nothing came
out).

   Finally Shawn took his arms off my back and pulled out. I
flipped over to get the wet washcloth I had set aside, and he saw
my (mostly) erection and snickered "Ha, you liked me busting in
your ass, didn't you."

   Well, it was true... I responded "yea" and he just said
"pffffffff" and smirked while he stood up.

   I started wiping off his dick, but the water was cold I guess
and he recoiled and said "ah!". I went out to the bathroom to warm
it back up, and soaped it up a little, then came back but he was
already pulling up his pants. I convinced him to let me clean it
(although it wasn't visibly "dirty" or anything, just still wet
and a little smelly), and he just looked down amusedly as I did.

   Finally, I took him back home, because he didn't seem to want
to do anything or hang out or go anywhere like a movie. He was in
a good mood, but we didn't talk about the sex or anything. Not
until we got close to his place, then he asked when we were going
to do it again. I said I didn't know, when do you want? He
shrugged and said "I don't care," so I suggested next Saturday,
and he smiled and said "ok." Then he kind of sneered again and
sized me up as if thinking "Geez, this guy LIKES me doing this?"
for just a moment, before dismissing me with a "pffffff, punk...
see ya!" when he got out of the car.

   Wow, what a little stud... I drove back home in a daze.

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   I must have jacked off a dozen times over the next few days,
and by about mid-week I couldn't stand it anymore. Shawn fucked a
little too hard, but damn, he was sure into it. I figured I'd try
to get him to go a little slower and deeper, instead of all that
jabbing, which would probably feel better for both of us. But I
really didn't care either way, I just wanted to have that tight
body of his and have his cock in me again!

   I thought up some "excuse" to go to the apartments, something
about having to "fix" something in the one vacant unit. I brought
my toolbox as cover, but just stood in the living room the whole
time peeking out the windows looking for him.

   Finally he and some of his friends came around the corner and
were hanging out in the front grassy area, kind of wrestling with
each other. My heart jumped into my throat, and I walked out to
"get" something from my car in the lot just so I could -- I don't
know -- "see" him closer.

   Then as I was walking back, he finally noticed me, quickly told
his friends he "had to go," and ran over! I wasn't even expecting
to talk to him since we weren't going out till Saturday, but he
was all ready to go right then.

   "Hi, we goin'?" he asked.

   "Um, I didn't think it was till Saturday, but... if you want
to, I guess we can," I replied, trying my best to mask my nervous
excitement.

   "Let's go man...I gotta bust!" he said, a little too loud -- we
were still standing outside! Fortunately nobody seemed to hear
him, but I was pretty alarmed so kind of gestured at him to be
quiet. He picked up on that, but I could see he was grabbing at
his cock through his jeans so I thought we should get out of there
quickly before he got too agitated and somebody saw. We got in the
car, but then I asked if he should OK it with his mom first.

  "Pffff, she don't care... let's go man."

   I was still a little worried, but excited too (especially at
his obvious eagerness to do it), so without even locking up the
vacant unit or anything we just headed out on the 20 minute drive
to my place. The whole way, he kept talking on and on about some
neighbor teenage girl who apparently a little earlier had given
him and his friends some kind of striptease.

   "Man, she was fiiiiiiiiiiine," he described, as we drove along
through the downtown area. "She got some BIG tits too...she was
lettin' us touch them and shit...uhhhhhhhh!" he grunted as he
pushed and rubbed downward on his obvious erection that was
bulging up the upper left leg of his jeans. I was afraid he'd keep
rubbing and orgasm right there in the car then we'd have to turn
around and go back, so I tried to take his mind off it. But he
wasn't listening, he just kept talking about that girl and getting
himself more and more agitated and aroused.

   Finally at the condos I told him to not talk because neighbors
might hear -- it was odd enough walking up to the door with a kid
obviously not mine, let alone a visibly erect kid -- but I was by
then pretty aroused myself and not really thinking clearly so
wasn't TOO worried. But nobody was out anyway, and thankfully we
weren't seen.

   Then as soon as we got inside the door, Shawn grabbed me by the
shoulder with his one hand, directing me in a beeline toward my
bedroom, while his other hand squeezed his hardon through his
pants. He had a big mischievous grin the whole time, I remember.
Then when we got to the door he told me "Hurry up and lay down
man, I'm about to bust." He muttered something about the girl and
her "titties," which I don't think was some kind of cover act or
anything, he was still just REALLY horny about it!

   I broke off and told him I had to go to the bathroom to get the
"stuff." There I got myself ready and lubed up my butt pretty well.
I could see through the bathroom mirror he had taken off his
clothes in the meantime and was just standing at the edge of the
bed with a huge hardon, that he kept tugging at and then started
to jerk a little. I was afraid he'd orgasm right there, so I
hurried out. I just really wanted to suck his hardon so badly,
I was literally drooling as I knelt down in front of him, but he
immediately told me to lay on the bed.

   "Come on, don't you want me to suck it for a little while?" I
almost begged.

   "No man, get on the bed!" He commanded, trying to pull his cock
even farther out despite already being as hard and long as it
could physically get.

   "How about if I just..."

   "GET ON THE BED!" Shawn shouted angrily, then added "...bitch!"

   I just automatically hopped up and reached up for a pillow to
put under, then I realized I forgot the KY in the bathroom, and
though I was already pretty lubed up back there I thought he would
need it too so I started getting up. But as soon as I raised my
torso a little, he shoved me back down against the bed with a lot
of force, his hand pressing firmly into my back, and growled "Lay
down, bitch!"

   I started to explain about the K-Y but right away he was on top
of me and jabbing his raging hardon into my butt, holding it down
with one hand and still pressing down on my middle back with his
other. His hand jamming into my back actually hurt more than the
pain when his cock found the hole and he forced his dick into me,
so as soon as he got it all the way in and lifted his hand off my
back, it was a relief and actually felt good! There were then a
few moments when he had to shift somewhat to get into a position
to thrust, with his dick still in me all the way but not moving,
and during that time it felt physically pleasurable. I remember
feeling a surge through my own cock and I started to get hard.

   But those moments didn't last long at all, unfortunately. As
soon as he got his legs up more, he started humping away too
forcefully. The biggest pain was really the irritation on my
sphincter, not the deeper part. I tried to tell him to slow down,
but he wouldn't respond, and when I looked back I could see he was
just in fantasyland with his eyes shut and biting down on his lip.
He moaned some and grunted some, but mostly just breathed really
hard and kept rocking.

   I just decided to concentrate on trying to completely relax.
After about a minute, the deeper ache was starting to go away, but
the skin irritation was still a little uncomfortable. I started
debating with myself whether to get up and break his "trance" to
get more K-Y or what, when he suddenly propped up on his hands to
"refresh" his leverage and then REALLY started fucking hard, both
with stronger strokes and a little faster. THAT started to hurt,
so I reached back my hands to keep him from pushing forward as
much, which really didn't help any, so then I started getting up
to just buck him off. And right then, he pressed his chest into my
back, clamped his hands around my torso, and orgasmed!

   Well, THAT was pretty quick... maybe three minutes?

   It was hardly satisfying to me, but it still felt good when he
pulled out, a little, just from relief from the discomfort. I
wasn't hard, but I was still pretty horny! Meanwhile, Shawn
started to get up, but then instead just flopped over on the bed
onto his back, and stretched out. I was horny, but also a little
angry he just kept fucking me hard and wouldn't slow down when I
asked, so I almost scolded him, "Shawn, don't do it so hard all
the time!"

   He looked up at me and responded "Why, I thought you like it."

   "Not when you do it so hard! You gotta go slower!"

   He thought for a second, then replied "How come? That's how I
fuck...that's how girls like it."

   "Well I don't like it."

   "Then how come you let me do it?" he asked.

   Good question! I had to think about that... and just shrugged.

   Shawn giggled again. "It's cuz you're my BITCH!"

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   We got dressed and drove back. He was in a friendly mood, but I
was having questions about the whole thing. Why WAS I doing it?
What I really wanted to do was just suck his cock, but what HE
wanted to do was just fuck. And I couldn't understand his whole
obsession with "busting in my ass" -- an adult man's ass at that!
I assumed it was either an urban ghetto thing, or possibly a jail
or juvenile detention thing (a lot of kids from that neighborhood
were in and out of Juv-E a lot, not sure about him though). It was
a mystery to me, but I wasn't about to complain.

   I guess he was right... I WAS his bitch!

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   I know this is kind of a niche thing even for Nifty adult/youth
(i.e. muscular little black boy ass-fucking an adult man?!), but if
anyone wants me to post the rest, let me know. (There wasn't a
whole lot more -- mostly more of the same with him, then a somewhat
bittersweet ending).


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