Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2007 00:44:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Always Real Subject: Kevin Williams: Sex Superstar Part 1 Kevin Williams: Black Sex Superstar Part One: Born 2 Be a Freak Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. Kevin Williams was rubbing the long sexy legs of Johnny Richards as they both basked in the afterglow of the utterly mind-blowing sex marathon they had been engaged in for the night and day. Kevin licked his lips as he admired Johnny's perfect naked young chocolate body. "So when was your first time?" Johnny, asked the sexy chocolate man who had just made love to him like no one else before lying on the hotel bed next to him. "Where'd you learn how to be such a good lover?" Johnny looked more closely at the man and in a flash it came to him that he had seen this stranger prior to the sex session that had been having along with Eddie, the macho handsome father of Johnny's locked-up fuck buddy Ty. "Have we met before?" Johnny asked. Kevin Williams, wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a smile, laughed and lit another Newport and took a drag. He shook his head. "I know most definitely that I've never seen you before, because if I had this wouldn't have been the first time we'd have tasted each other's nutt," he answered matter-of-factly. He leaned over and grabbed a DVD case out of his gym bag on the floor next to the bed and placed it in front of Johnny. "This is where you know me from." Johnny picked up the case and looked at it. It was a hardcore porno called 'Black Baby Boi's Adventures Part 7' and had an the main picture being an explicit screen shot of Kevin laying on his back with his face contorted in obvious sexual pleasure as a faceless white man with what had to be an at least a nine inch penis fucked him. To the side of the main picture were several smaller screen captures showing Kevin eagerly sucking big dicks, getting fucked, and jacking his own dick off with the "Black Baby Boi is hungry for more dick, and his greedy holes will take them all!" splashed in huge red letters at the top followed by "Starring Baby Boi K" in gold lettering. "I'll be damned," Johnny mumbled and nodded. "I used to get fucked by this white dude named Sam, the guy I got my crystal [meth] from, and he loved watching the Black Baby Boi flicks before and during him and me fucking and getting high. Yeah, Sam always would say Baby Boi K was the best black bottom he'd ever seen except for me," Johnny said and laughed. " Yo, I just got fucked by the best bottom porn star and it turns out to be THE BEST FUCKING I've ever gotten! How'd that happen?" Kevin laughed again and then puffed the Newport. "Very rarely do I top, 'cause it really ain't my thing," he answered and gently touched Johnny's soft smooth face with his hand. "But my lover sorta owed Eddie a favor, and he worked out a little deal with Eddie for him to have my services for this weekend. Eddie and my lover are old friends from back in the day or some shit. It was no big deal 'cause I've been wanting to get with Eddie for a long time anyway, and I usually allow my lover to rent out my services to a selective group of fans. So when he told me he wanted me to fuck you and he would get me high in return, I was okay just for the chance to get his dick and the dope, hoping I would wear his big dick ass out before he made me top you...that is until I saw you and that sweet ass you got. For the first time in years I knew I had to fuck you." By this time Johnny had pulled out a glass meth pipe and started putting several shards of crystal into it. Kevin pulled his own stash of crystal out of his gym bag and matched Johnny's amount in the pipe with his own and then some. "I've never met a porn star before," Johnny said in disbelief as he used a butane lighter to melt the hill of clear meth shards inside the bulb of the pipe. He couldn't figure out whether he was more blown away by that or the mind-blowing sex he and Kevin had been having. "SO how did you get started?" Johnny asked. "What was your first time like?" White fumes began to rise out of the pipe, which Johnny handed to Kevin. Kevin took a huge hit from the pipe, taking a big amount of vapors into his lungs. He held the intake for exactly fifteen seconds and then released the fumes through both his mouth and his nose, and then immediately took his bag of crystal, used a straw to fish out already crushed shards at the bag's bottom, and then bought the straw up to his left nostril and snorted the dope. An instant head-rush resulted, beads of sweat forming on Kevin's forehead as a new high washed over him and, staring mischievously at Johnny as he lay on his side sucking the glass pipe. Kevin licked his left middle finger and as Johnny hit the pipe with his eyes closed, Kevin slide the long wet finger into Johnny's aching and well-fucked asshole. Johnny moaned lustily from deep in his gut while still sucking in the smoke of the pipe as Kevin's finger expertly invaded his hot hole. "You wanna know my story?" Kevin asked Johnny and smiled as Johnny finally let out the deep intake of meth fumes that he had held in his lungs for several moments while Kevin finger fucked him. "You want the whole long dirty filthy nasty story of how I became Baby Boi K?" "Hell yes," Johnny panted breathlessly as the dope lifted him high and Kevin's finger poked and stroked his most intimate areas. Kevin added another finger into Johnny's hole. Johnny yelped briefly and then dropped onto his back, spreading his long tennis-player legs wide and hoisting his buttocks up into the air, taking in every inch of the two fingers embedded in his hot wet ass. "If I tell you, will you let me make love to you again before Eddie gets back?" Kevin proposed and jerked his fingers more swiftly. "Deal!" Johnny quickly agreed as his dick hardened. "Okay, here goes," Kevin answered and toyed once more with Johnny's throbbing prostate before withdrawing his fingers from the hole and putting them into Johnny's mouth for him to suck. "I guess you could say I was born to have nasty kinky sex. It's my legacy. The story goes like this," Kevin began as Johnny listened intently... FLASHBACK: Kevin's Childhood (early 1980's) From an early age little Kevin Williams was consumed with sex. Maybe it was because sex was such a big part of his life growing up. Kevin was an only child. Sonya Williams had given birth to her son when she was only fifteen, Kevin being the result of an incestuous affair she had carried out with her older first cousin Wesley during the summer Sonya went to stay with him and his parents in Mississippi. Kevin had been conceived in the top of a hayloft when 25 year old Wesley took his little cousin's virginity, and when he was done, he promptly let three of his friends go up into the hayloft and rape Sonya for ten dollars apiece. Afterwards Sonya was so ashamed she didn't tell anyone happened. Back home with her strict religious parents in their comfortable middle class Dallas home, Sonya's growing belly led to her minister father branding her a whore after he himself raped her and then threw her out on the streets in her 7th month of pregnancy. Sonya stayed at a shelter for nearly a year and a half with her son until one day she ran into Trish, an old friend from church. Trish offered to let Sonya and her son move in with her. Sonya stayed with a young woman named Trish who formerly had attended Sonya's father's church. However, when Sonya moved into Trish's one bedroom apartment in one of the roughest housing projects in Dallas the preacher's daughter soon learned Trish was making her living working as a hooker. But it was the only place the teenage mother had to go and Trish was nice enough. Since Trish worked the late nights, she was able to baby-sit Kevin during the day while Sonya worked at a fast food joint. Eventually Trish ended up introducing Sonya to her pimp, Owen, who made regular appearances at Trish's project apartment. It didn't take long for the sly Owen to manipulate the beautiful, shapely, and highly naive Sonya into becoming one of his 'girls'. By the time Kevin was five his mother was an addict, tricking for dope and losing herself in her environment, and he quickly learned how to care for himself. Often times he was left alone in the apartment, or was made to watch TV or sleep on the sofa in the tiny living room as his mother and Trish serviced johns or smoked crack in the bedroom. From the time he could think and speak, the cute little black boy with beautiful milk chocolate colored skin, big brown eyes featuring thick black lashes, full luscious lips perfect for kissing, chubby cheeks, and a bubble bottom that, as the little boy grew older starting around age five, began to flesh out and resemble the ass of a sexy curvy thick black female instead of a young boy's. In fact, while there was no mistaking the fact that little Kevin was a cute young male, from early on his body and features began to be highlighted by more than a touch of femininity. This came mostly from the boy's formative years being spent in the company and care of two beautiful and delicate young females who used sex and their own seductive traits over men in full view of Kevin's impressionable young mind. From the time he could walk and talk Kevin was a very quiet child, no problem at all to any adult. He liked making people happy, because Trish, following a visit from her wealthy white john who gave her a diamond tennis bracelet for swallowing his cum and letting him piss down her throat, had once told him, "When you are nice to people and make them smile and feel good, they will give you nice presents and take care of you." It wasn't obvious and overt. No, instead it was subtle and, for lack of a better word, seductive, except for the growing temple of an ass he had. The very first person to comment on the subject was none other than his mother's pimp Owen. When Kevin was five years old his mother was giving him a bath one night when Owen dropped by to talk to Trish and feeling a little horny with his prick semi-hard from smoking his weed, he would get his dick sucked by either her or Sonya. The tiny bathroom in the apartment was in the bedroom, so following his bath Sonya put her son in his usual sleep attire of tight white Fruit of the Loom underwear and he followed her through the bedroom to go to his sleeping place on the living room sofa. Trish was in front of her vanity mirror in the bedroom putting on makeup as she talked to Owen, who was sitting behind her on the bed. Sonya, already high on crack, flopped down on the bed next to Owen and told Kevin to go into the living room and close the bedroom door behind him. As Kevin walked in front of Owen, who was drunk and high off weed, the pimp grabbed the little boy and pulled him into a bear hug. "Little nigga, give yo' Uncle Owen a hug!" the pimp exclaimed playfully and inadvertly his big hands slid and froze on the little boy's plump exquisitely round buttocks. Owens's hands lingered on Kevin's behind a few seconds too long, even though neither of the women noticed. "Damn little nigga," Owen whispered under his gin-heavy breath as he squeezed the plump little ass and Kevin giggled, rubbing his little body against what felt like a big hard stick between the pimp's legs in his expensive yet thin silk pants. Little Kevin, however, instinctively sensed something and glanced up into Owens's face and his young yet highly intelligent mind realized Uncle Owen liked something about him. When Owen finally released him Kevin paused and then jumped up and kissed Owen on his face. "Goodnight Uncle Owen!" the little boy said joyfully, and then he took one last rub up against the hot throbbing hardness between Owens's legs. Little Kevin then walked slowly to the bedroom door, his walk accented ever so slightly by a slight twist with his little round bottom. Kevin, who instinctively felt eyes watching him, stopped at the door, turned around, and smiled playfully at Owen, whose eyes had lustily followed the up and down strut of the little boy's delicious ass protruding sensually in the tight white briefs from the bed to the door. The little boy laughed playfully again and then left the room. Owen was stunned for a moment. He glanced over at Sonya as he unzipped his pants and freed his by now rock hard nine inch mocha-colored dick. "Suck my dick bitch!" he demanded and dropped to his back on the bed. Sonya obliged and took him into her mouth as he stared up at the white plaster on the ceiling. "That little boy you got is built like a bitch," Owen commented as Sonya worked between his legs and Trish lit up her crack pipe. Owen put his large hand under Sonya's short skirt, found no panties, and promptly started fingering her pussy. "Ass looks just like a little girl's and shit." Sonya didn't even hear him as she sucked him off. The more he visualized the little boy's ass the more turned on Owen got, and soon he was moaning loudly and pumping his pelvis into Sonya's face, verbally encouraging her to bring him to a climax. When he finally shot his load down her throat he let out a loud roar and then laughed, slapping her ass and yelling, "You do that so good to me! You keep doing that to me and Owen here will take good care of you forever!" Little did the adults know that young Kevin hadn't closed the bedroom door completely, nor had he had gone to sleep on the sofa. Instead his eyes peered the whole time through the cracked door and saw the whole scene. Owen was in his eyes a nice person who always gave him candy and soda pops. Owen seemed to make Kevin's mommy happy, so Kevin decided he wanted to do something to make Owen happy too, and maybe he would get more candy. Kevin fell asleep on the sofa wondering how he could make Owen happy. A few hours later, long since after Trish and Sonya had gone out to trick following Owens's passing out after the blowjob, Owen, having just awakened and smoking another joint, emerged from the bedroom. Standing in the bedroom's doorway, Owen glanced into the darkened living room, which was illuminated by light from the TV set. The pimp's eyes found their way to the tempting sight of little Kevin sleeping on his stomach on the sofa, his sexy plum bubble ass in the air. Owen reached inside his coat inner pocket and pulled out his flask, and then quickly swigged down several gulped of gin. Licking his lips, thinking he was crazy for feeling a sexual attraction to a five year old little boy, Owen stumbled over to the sofa, sat down gently next to Kevin's sleeping body, and slowly started fondling the boy's soft ass through the tight white briefs. Owen cursed to himself and shook his head. He couldn't believe how good and tempting the boy's ass felt! Owens's dick drew hard again within seconds, straining the silk material of his pants. He took one hand and unzipped his pants to free his dick while still caressing and fondling Kevin's ass with the other hand. Kevin was at first sound asleep. But when Owen, now jacking earnestly on his dick, grew so hot and bothered that he slowly pulled Kevin's underwear down to expose his smooth cocoa-colored bare ass cheeks, the slight breeze on his bottom woke the boy up. Kevin was silent though and only opened one eye. He instantly knew it was Uncle Owen sitting next to him and touching him because Kevin recognized the same scent of weed mixed with gin that had been present on the pimp earlier. Kevin looked across the room at the mirror on the wall above the TV set that offered a perfect view of the sofa. Kevin didn't know what Uncle Owen was doing as he jerked furiously on himself while rubbing Kevin's bottom over and over, but whatever it was Kevin sensed that it was making him feel good and happy, especially when he yelled out "Ah fuck!" real loud and Kevin felt something real wet and sticky drip onto his leg. Afterwards Owen used his handkerchief to wipe himself, pulled Kevin's underwear back up, and silently left the apartment...