Jack hurried along the street, a non-descript looking black youth with a rather cute uptilted nose (though I wouldn't mention that to him since he imagines he is very virile and anything but cute), smooth dark chocolatey black skin, without a trace of hair. A nice rounded tush straining against his light blue denims and a nice bulge in front too.
Two opposing feelings clashed within Jack. On the one hand, he was broke, and he was looking forward to having cash to spend on his girl, Christle. His _c_o_c_k_ strained against his front as he imagined her leaning against him. Not that he got to _f_u_c_k_ her. She was too genteel for that, but then after he finished his date with her when he was all hot and bothered, there were any number of ho's on Martin Luther King Blvd. whom he could pick up to _f_u_c_k_, imagining Christle's sweet delicate features as he pumped away at the ho beneath him.
On the other hand, there was the stinging, burning pain awaiting him, and the perverse probing finger, and the hot hungry breath of the little, balding Indian perv. Jack's cute black cheeks shifted uncomfortably, painfully within his trousers. He was not looking forward to his punishment, and what made it worse was that he knew the Indian perv was turned on by the fact that he was not turned on by being punished.
He was at the door of the rather dilapidated half of the duplex in which the little balding Indian lived. Jack cautiously peered at the neighbor's door. A nosy old lady lived next door, and Jack knew that she was suspicious about why a cute black boy would every now and then disappear into the Indian's apartment, and why curious cracking and moaning noises would emanate through the thin separating wall. Sometimes indeed she had even heard someone yell out, "sir," a term which totally mystified her, but one which makes the present recorder's _c_o_c_k_ bulge in his trousers, distracting him from the job at hand.
The door swung open, and the little Indian john was at the door. Small, balding, body covered with hair, which Jack found rather gross, _c_o_c_k_ already erect, but what a pitful little uncut _c_o_c_k_ it was beside Jack's magnificent chocolate dick, concealed at the moment beneath his boxers and denims.
The Indian pulled him in, and even before the door was fully closed was kissing him. Jack found the kisses distasteful. When he first set up his arrangement with the john, he had tried to stipulate that there would be no kissing. "Kissing, " he had said is for my girlfriend, but the john had steadfastly maintained that if there was no kissing, there was no deal. The kisses were odd too. From watching porn tapes, Jack had expected that the john might be turned on if he thrust his tongue into his mouth. But the pev didn't want him to make any moves. He must remain totally passive, and receive burning hungry kisses on his lips. Sometimes the perv would thrust his tongue into Jack's ear, licking away, blowing hot air into the hapless dinge boy's ear. But Jack must not make any move.
While he was kissing Jack, the perv was busy mumbling endearments such as , "Oh Jacko why am I so lucky. You are the cutest little nigger boy toy a perv could have," and so on. At first, Jack had been deluded into thinking that these endearments meant that the Indian was totally infatuated by him and that the john would be putty in his hands. But he had soon discovered that underneath that veneer of sentimentality the balding perv was completely self absorbed and quite ruthless in his pursuit of pleasure. He indulged in the sentimental talk because it turned him on, and indeed the growing bulge in his _c_o_c_k_ as he rubbed against Jack's pendulous organ indicated the effect of all this talk.
Then, suddenly without any warning, he swung his hand back and gave the boy a stinging slap across the cheek. The sudden move from tenderness to harshness was a big turn on for the perv, Jack had discovered, and this was confirmed as a clear gob of precum dripped from his _c_o_c_k_. "What do you say?" the perv hissed in Jack's ear.
"One sir," the boy cried out, resisting the impulse to touch his stinging, soft, hairless black cheek. His ass cheeks shifted uncomfortably within his trousers, knowing that they would soon be facing much harsher punishment.
Dinge faggotry for ever!