Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 23:31:39 EDT
From: Zenith64131@aol.com
Subject: Helping the Homeless     (gay - interracial)

Helping the Homeless

by

Zenith64131@aol.com


Warning:   If you are under the legal age to read adult material, leave now!

This story contains accounts of male to male sex.  If this kind of thing
offends you, read no further.  Though what happened in this story happened in
real life, the names are changed to protect the dude I'm gonna do again one
of these days!   :-)


I know, I know... Some of you were wondering where I'd disappeared to.  Well,
I'm back at it again.  In recent days I've hanging around with a straight
young thug doing my best to get in his pants.  I'm getting closer and it will
happen within the next few weeks, but in the meantime, I had my chance to be
humiliated by an older crackhead.  I couldn't resist a bit of raunchy sex.
Who can?

My young friend referred me to a couple of old crackheads, Tone and Curtis.
I wasn't interested in Tone, but Curtis was pretty nice looking.  He's in his
late thirties, very dark complexioned, and has a pretty nice face.  I was
told his name was Curtis, but I knew for a fact it wasn't true.  He was
hiding his name because he used to go out with a woman I know.  I'm not going
to unmask him here.  We'll keep calling him Curtis.  As I was saying, Curtis
is a nice looking man. He's pretty dark skinned, and relatively short in
stature.  He has a very nice looking face though he's missing teeth and his
eyes are bloodshot with that look of a druggie.

Curtis was homeless.  Now he's living off this dope dealer named Tone.  I
went down to their apartment and sure enough, Curtis started hustling me
about money.  I "loaned" him some cash and sat there as he smoked himself
silly. Then he wanted more money and I got pissed off and left.  Still, I
kept wondering what Curtis' dick was like.  I had to know.

I went back to that same apartment a few days later.  Curtis kept telling me
how much he wanted some beer.  I offered to buy some beer but reminded him
that the last time we got together I "loaned" him some money and never got
any dick out of it.  He kept apologizing.

Curtis and I went down to a gas station that I knew is close to the local
porno shop.  After buying two bottles of cheap beer, some generic cigarettes,
and some twinkies, I suggested we head to the porno shop and check it out.  I
took Curtis to the arcade.

One of the booths is very large and has several chairs.  I put some dollar
bills into the machine and as the porno flick started he mentioned that he
needed some more money.  I told him I couldn't afford to give him any cash
right now.  The last money went for drugs and I didn't even get any dick out
of it.  He didn't say a word.  As the movie played, Curtis reached into his
jeans and pulled out a pretty nice looking cut cock.  I was relieved - I was
NOT in a mood to deal with cheesy, uncut ghetto dicks.  (unless of course
they were on a nineteen year old)!  I didn't even ask, I got on my knees.

I took Curtis' dick into my mouth and it immediately grew to a nice six inch
length.  What's interesting is that it got fatter and fatter until I could
barely go down on it.  His crotch smelled a little, like he hadn't bathed for
a day or two.  His beautiful black cock was as hard as a rock.  I looked up
into his bloodshot crackhead eyes.  He grinned a victorious grin with about
half the teeth a normal person has.  He seemed to almost be mocking me and my
compulsion for black cock.  Here was a homeless crackhead druggie being
serviced by a well-educated professional man in dire need of stinky black
meat.  This made me even hornier.

I bobbed up and down on Curtis' pole at a nice steady pace.  His thick dick
was hard as a rock and I knew that potent black seed was excited and wanting
to race out the top of his dick and into a bitch.  My jaws became tired so I
jacked his cock and kept my mouth over the head.  I felt the big black dick
swell even further so I pulled off and let the semen fly into the air.  After
a couple shots came out, I put my mouth over the top and that big fucking
cock shot another load of seed into my mouth, right on my tongue.  I opened
my mouth and showed Curtis the load.  He grinned.  Then I closed and
swallowed.  His juice was potent and bitter.  I still needed to degrade
myself more.

I asked Curtis if I could lick his balls.  He said yes.  I asked him to pull
his jeans all the way down.  I got under there and licked his balls.  Then I
let my tongue go lower, toward the taint.  He squirmed a little, but liked
it.  His taint reeked.  Here I was licking an old street nigga's ass-smelling
taint.  I sat back in my chair, pulled out my dick, and quickly shot a load
on the floor.

Curtis told me to stop by again one of these days and to bring him some
money.  I asked him if he can get about three or four dudes together to let
me suck 'em and to have them fuck me and Curtis said he'll see what he can
do.  As long as it's safe, who am I to turn down black street dick?

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