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Urban Sinners # 9 By Justin Davis
Lamar Johnson looked down at the face of the seventeen-year-old blonde beneath him and smiled. The teen's furrowed brow, the tightly closed eyes, the biting of the lower lip, all were indicators of the discomfort he was feeling even after all the times before. Slowly, Lamar withdrew most of his long, fat, chocolate-colored tube, then rammed it home again balls deep, prompting the teen to gasp and open his eyes, reveal his blue orbs, then close them, furrow his brow, and bite his lower lip again.
There was no need to hurry. The tall, muscular, pro basketball player had all evening and he loved to fuck Ricky. Oh, Lamar had a wife and kids. But, nothing was better than a boy's tight ass and he had been fucking Ricky's now for almost a year. Again, Lamar withdrew his cock so that just the head was grasped tightly by the teen's sphincter, then he plunged it all in again even harder, prompting the teen to cry out this time.
"I thought that'd get your attention," Lamar said, and snickered.
"Oh please, Lamar! I can't stand that. You're just too big to be that rough!" Ricky complained.
"Now come on, baby! You been taking my cock up your butt for almost a year now. You oughts to be used to it by now," the man replied, and pushed the teen's feet clear back to his ears.
"Oh shit!" Ricky exclaimed in response, for he knew the huge cock was going to do even deeper. "Ahhhhh! Fuck!" Ricky then cried out, as Lamar made another hard thrust stuffing every inch of the almost twelve-inch slong into his bottom.
"You know you love it this way," Lamar said, and chuckled.
"Oh no, Lamar! I really don't! It's too big!" Ricky whimpered, prompting the black man to chuckle again.
"Then why is you hard, baby? Why does you cum and cum when I fuck you this way?"
"I don't know! I can't help it," the teen replied, again prompting another chuckle from the man.
"Baby, we's done this dozens of times. I is gonna fuck yah and I is gonna make you cum likes I always does. So, let's cut out the bullshit and get going. I even put that special stuff on it this time so it's gonna take a long time for me to go, baby," the man replied.
"Oh shit no! Oh my God!" Ricky exclaimed, for he knew he was indeed in for a long fuck and that the head of the huge cock would assault his prostate and make him cum at least three or four times before the black man filled his rectum with sperm.
So, as the deep thrusts began all Ricky could do was yelp, then grunt, and hang on for the long ride that lay ahead.
Of course, what the star basketball player said about fucking Ricky was true. He had fucked him dozens of times this way and every time Ricky would cum and his anal muscles would strangle Lamar's cock. Naturally, the first time Lamar had fucked Ricky was the hardest, on Ricky at least.
Lamar had cruised the gay part of town for months and scoped out dozens of guys. He had seen a couple of porn films starring Sammy Case, in his earlier days of porn, and the full rouge-like lips and smooth features turned Lamar on. In fact, Sammy looked much like the boy he had fucked in high school. So, Lamar had looked and looked.
Then, he came upon Ricky standing near a streetlight with about six other male teens his age. Ricky's curly blonde hair and tall, slim, build were an instant turn on for Lamar and he figured Ricky was just what he had been looking for, for Ricky looked much like the kid Lamar had fucked regularly his senior year in high school, and Sammy as well. In short, although he had had his share of cunt anytime he wanted it; Lamar had become addicted to white boy pussy. Now that he had money he wanted some on a regular basis, maybe forever.
So, as Lamar had pulled his black Jag up to the curb, where Ricky and the other boys had been standing, he smiled as Ricky headed toward the car and he pushed the button to lower the passenger side window.
"Oh! Uh, hey, what's up?" Ricky had said, resting his arms on the window jam of the door and looking into the car.
"You seemed surprised. You got a thing against black guys?" Lamar had asked.
"Uh, no. Not really," Ricky had replied.
"Well, get in then. Let's go for a ride," Lamar had said and smiled, noticing just the slight feminine tone to Ricky's voice.
For awhile the two had chit chatted as Lamar drove them along, Lamar probing with his questions. Ricky had just turned seventeen, was a student at the local junior college, and he worked part time at a burger joint. He didn't like sports but did like music. Well, some music anyway. Eventually, feeling that it was the right time, Lamar decided to get right to the point.
"So, wadda yah charge?" Lamar asked.
"Uh, you sure you ain't a cop?" Ricky had asked, prompting Lamar to chuckle.
"No, I ain't no cop."
"Okay, then. You can suck me for fifty bucks," Ricky said, prompting Lamar to roar with laughter.
"Boy, I think you got it all wrong. I is looking to get sucked!" Lamar said.
"Uh, okay. It'll cost you a hundred."
"What about if I fuck yah?"
"Uh, I don't do that, anymore," Ricky replied, prompting Lamar to chuckle.
"Why?"
"I don't like it, that's all."
"So, you have done it?"
"Yeah, a few times."
"With who?"
"Uh, it was a guy I was living with for awhile, an older guy. I don't like to talk about it.
"So you're gay then?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Did you fuck him?"
"Who?"
"The older guy."
"No! Look, I don't like to talk about it."
"One thousand!" Lamar said.
"Huh?"
"One thousand to fuck your butt."
"No! I don't do that anymore!"
"You just never been fucked right. Two thousand!"
"Ohhhhhh!" Ricky moaned. "Really, I just don't like it."
"How many times that guy fuck your butt?"
"Uh, maybe three or four. I don't know. I told yah, I don't like to talk about it."
"Three thousand to fuck that white ass of yours!"
"Oh God! I just can't, mister!"
"Five thousand, and my name's Lamar. That's my last offer!"
"Oh geez! I guess!" Ricky had said, giving in to the thought of more money at one time than he had ever had in his young life.
Not much else was said during the rest of the drive to Lamar's secret condo. However, Lamar did get a charge out of the fact that the teen was obviously fidgeting nervously in the seat next to him.
Of course, Ricky was duly impressed with Lamar's secret hideaway and he had made all over the furnishings and the view. Naturally, Lamar had chuckled because the kid was obviously just a tad short of being a "real queen."
"Okay, take um off. I wants to see what I'm gettin for my money," Lamar said.
"Huh?"
"Strip! I wanna see what you look like without dem clothes," Lamar replied.
"Oh geez!" Ricky exclaimed, and sat down on the couch and began to untie the laces of his trainers.
"Not bad!" Lamar commented, when Ricky was eventually standing before him naked, for instantly he loved Ricky's long legs, wasp waist, and soft features. "Not a bad cock either, for a white boy," Lamar added, noting that Ricky's flaccid penis was way bigger than average.
"Thanks!" Ricky had said, and covered his genitals with his hands, prompting Lamar to chuckle.
"Now, turn around and let me see your ass," Lamar said.
Ricky did as he was told.
"Bend over and touch your toes," Lamar commanded.
Ricky again did as he was told and immediately Lamar smiled when the teen's butt crack opened up and revealed his pucker, for obviously he had been fucked more than just three or four times.
"Alright! You looks good enough. Now, it's time for me to show you what you is gettin," Lamar said, and began to unbutton his shirt.
Ricky had watched as the black man stripped and he had been very impressed by the man's muscular features, never seeing an abdomen that seemed to be as ripped as Lamar's was. However, when Lamar turned his back to Ricky and shucked off his boxers and then turned back around things changed.
"Oh no! Oh fucking God no!" Ricky had exclaimed, having never seen a flaccid cock that big in his life, and prompting Lamar to laugh at the teen's reaction.
"What's the matter, girl? You don't like Lamar's meat?" Lamar asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"It's so big! I can't!" Ricky said, shaking his head from side to side and staring at the giant, flaccid, penis.
"I figured we'd get to this point," Lamar said, and reached into the pocket of his pants. "Here! You can pull one of um out and suck me or you can have the whole stack. Your choice," Lamar said, and tossed the bound stack of 50 one hundred-dollar bills on a table nearby.
"Oh God! Really, I just can't. It'll kill me!" Ricky replied, prompting Lamar to burst out laughing.
"No, it ain't gonna kill you. Other guys has been fucked with my cock and none of um died. And, you been fucked more than you said you had.
Ain't no need lying about it. You just ain't been fucked with anything like this," Lamar said, and grabbed hold of his cock and shook it at Ricky then started stroking it.
"Oh please! Oh my God!" Ricky exclaimed, as the chocolate-colored tube began to grow and lengthen.
"Come on, boy! I ain't got all night. Now, is you gonna let me fuck yah or not? If you is, follow me to the bedroom," Lamar said.
In response, Ricky let out a low moan and nodded his head that he would. Then, he had followed the black man to the bedroom and moaned again as he got up onto the king -sized bed.
Mercifully, for Ricky, that first fuck hadn't lasted very long, for Lamar hadn't fucked his wife in some time, and fortunately, for the neighbors, the condo complex was very well sound proofed.
Lamar had initially fucked Ricky head down and butt up and Ricky had screamed at the top of his lungs as the head of the huge cock had entered him and wailed like the siren on an EMS truck as Lamar feed him all of his impressive black sausage. Then, Lamar had flipped Ricky on his side and finished fucking him that way, Ricky sobbing with relief when he felt the black man's sperm gush into his insides.
"Here!" Lamar had said, tossing a key onto the bed as Ricky lay upon the bed wiping the tears from his eyes and still sniffing from his ordeal.
"What's that?" Ricky had asked, looking at the key lying upon the sheets.
"It's the key to this place. I want you to move in and stay here," Lamar had replied.
"I can't do that," Ricky had said, and sniffed again.
"Look! I want your white ass for me. Five thousand every time I fuck it and you gets to live here rent-free. So, if I fucks yah three times in a week that's fifteen thousand. You interested?"
"No!" Ricky had replied, fingering his dilated and sore hole that still had cum leaking from it.
"Why not?"
"You're too big damn it!" Ricky had sobbed in response, prompting Lamar to chuckle.
"Look, white boy! That last sugar daddy you had can't even come close to what I can do for you. Alls you gotta do is save that nice tight ass of yours for me and give it up when I want it. You is gonna be one rich little mother fucker if you does," Lamar had said.
"But it hurts!" Ricky replied, wiping a tear from his cheek.
"Look, no pain no gain, kid! Now, pick up that key and be a rich white boy," Lamar had responded.
Of course, Ricky had picked up the key.
Now, as the electric shock waves coursed through his body and got stronger and stronger, those first times were many months behind, even though Lamar's cock still filled Ricky so full it felt as though he was getting fucked under his navel.
"You fixin to cum ain't you, baby?" Lamar asked, and smiled down at Ricky as he thrust away.
"Oh yes!" Ricky replied almost breathlessly.
"Well, here goes then!" Lamar replied, and began to rabbit fuck Ricky's butt.
"Ahhhhhhh! Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" Ricky cried out in response, for now the huge head of Lamar's cock was assaulting his prostate at lighting speed.
"Cum for me, baby! Come for me girl! Do it, girl! Do it!" Lamar exclaimed, his groin violently smacking Ricky's upturned butt cheeks.
Almost immediately, there was a gasp, as if Ricky was trying to draw all of the air out of the room. Then, he howled at the ceiling as he had an orgasm so powerful his toes curled almost to the breaking point and cum spewed out of his hard cock with such force it went all over his chin and upper chest.
Three more times, before it was all over and Lamar filled his butt with sperm, Ricky would cum. Lamar would fuck him in every position possible and he would be totally exhausted after it was all over.
"Why don't you spend the night tonight?" Ricky asked, as he lay upon his side with Lamar's still softening cock inside him.
"Why do you always ask dat? You knows I can't."
"I know. I was just hoping you would."
"Hadn't I done everything for you I said I would?"
"Yes! It's just that I feel so empty when you leave," Ricky said, prompting Lamar to chuckle.
"You wants me to get you a fake cock to stick up there while I'm not around?" Lamar asked, then chuckled again.
"No! It's not that kind of empty. It's just that, well, I don't know."
"Look, I gots to go!"
"Lamar, would you like me better if I were a girl?"
"Fuck no!"
"Tell me why you like me, then."
"Oh fuck! You gonna make me do that again?"
"Please, before you go."
"Look, I done told yah a thousand times! I likes yo long legs, I likes the way you talk and walk, I likes the fact that you're almost like a girl but ain't, and I likes your tight ass! Look, I loves yo white ass as much as I can," Lamar replied, and pulled Ricky a little tighter to him.
Later, after Lamar had gone, Ricky sat in the soothing waters of the huge, sunken, whirlpool tub in the master bath with his legs spread, letting the swirling water sooth his sore hole. From past experience, Ricky knew it would take a couple of days for the soreness to disappear after one of Lamar's torrid fucks.
Even though he felt abandoned for the moment, Ricky knew Lamar was right. There was no way the famous basketball star could ever do anything that would expose their relationship and compromise his future. After all, Lamar had made good on all his promises and then some.
Already, Ricky had over two hundred thousand in savings in the bank, a red Corvette that Lamar had bought him, clothes like he had never dreamed of wearing, a wonderful place to live, and a secret trust fund that Lamar had set up for him that guaranteed Ricky would be a millionaire by the time he was in his mid-twenties.
So, as he reached for the soap Ricky sighed and realized, once again, that he would just have to be satisfied with being Lamar's own special white boy in a way that would always have to be a secret that neither of them could ever tell anyone else about.
The End