Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2020 17:01:33 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Dylan in the Alley (adult-youth, interracial, authoritarian)

The following story is fiction and not based on real people or real
events. You must be eighteen or older to read it and all characters in it
are eighteen or older.

Do not do this stuff in real life and always respect and love each other.
That includes using protection when engaged in risky sex.

If you want a part two, be sure and let me know.

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"Dylan in the Alley"

Bruce Johnson wasn't a fag. He had a wife and a son and a pretty fucking
good life, all things considered.

He had been the quarterback of his high school varsity team and turned
that into a full ride to college, where he also played rugby and did
power lifting.

At 55, he was six foot tall and still mostly muscle. He wasn't as tan as
he used to be and his brown hair wasn't quite as thick, but his cock
still worked without pills.

Now, he was VP of a pipe sales company and made more in a year than he
ever would have thought possible. His house cost almost a million dollars
and his car cost more than the house he grew up in.

He was living the dream.

And that was why he didn't want his son to be friends with Dylan Corley,
at first.

Dylan's family was the textbook definition of white trash. He lived with
his grandmother in a trailer park and who knew where the fuck his parents
were. The first time Bruce met him, the kid had a literal bowl cut.

But the kid turned out to be okay and maybe even a good influence on his
son Chad.

Dylan would ask if he could mow the lawn or help in the garden or help
with anything else and Chad would inevitably join in.

And the kid had to be desperate for money, but he never asked for it.

So Bruce wound up compensating Dylan by treating him almost like a son.
Dylan was always welcome at dinner and Bruce even paid for him to play
little league. When they were older, Bruce even got Dylan on other sport
teams with Chad.

And then the mall thing happened.

Bruce

I was finishing a dinner sales meeting when I saw Dylan arguing with a
security guard. Dylan was a skinny white boy, only about 5'6, and his
auburn hair and green eyes made him stand out alnost wherever he went.The
security guard was in his 30s or 40s and almost as tall and muscular as
me.

He was also coal black.

It didn't take me too long to realize:

A. This was going to cost me money.

B. I had to intervene before the kid wound up hurt or with a record.

By the time I paid, they were almost to one of those unmarked doors
employees use at the mall.

I watched the security guard unlock it and go in.

And then when I got there, I realized it must have automatically locked
because it wouldn't budge. I knocked on it a few times and then had to
bribe the cleaning lady twenty bucks to let me in.

I wasn't expecting any of what happened after that.

To be clear, I assumed Dylan had jacked a video game or stuck a t-shirt
in his backpack or something and I would have to pay for it and maybe
kick the guard a few bucks.

The door led to an open air alley between the defunct movie theatre and
the main mall. The only entrances were from the security entrance I took
and the closed theatre.

In other words, it was outdoors and isolated.

I opened the door and couldn't see much of anything at first. It had
gotten dark outside and the entrance to the alley was full of storage
lockers, boxes, and equipment. Then I looked through the boxes and saw
them.

I don't know why I didn't speak up then. Maybe everything would be
different if I had. But for some reason, I just looked at the scene and
took everything in.

During that time, the security guard unzipped his pants, took out a huge
black dick, and said, "Get those lips round my shit, boy. Been way too
long."

And Dylan, Dylan knelt in the filthy alley. He wrapped his right hand
around the shaft of the man's cock and wrapped his lips around the head
of it.

And then he sucked it.

I've watched a lot of blowjobs. Real life and porn.

This wasn't like anything I'd ever seen. The kid's pink little lips
wrapped around the thick black dick as he gagged and choked was next
level.

The security guard kept his hand on the back of Dylan's head and
everytime Dylan choked, he laughed and said something nasty or kind of
racist.

Stuff like:

You like that black dick, don't you bitch...don't pretend you don't want
my nut...fucking white faggots like you were made to gag on black
cock..been fucking too long since I showed you where you belong...

And the whole time, he was fucking the kid's face.

Dylan's nose became covered in snot and his eyes were running with tears
from the gagging.

He looked so tiny in front of the guard.

I finally decided this was too much and I had to say something and then
it stopped.

The guard hadn't come, but he lifted Dylan up from his knees. He took
Dylan's t-shirt off. Then he reached down and unzipped Dylan's pants. He
pulled them down, then, along with Dylan's underwear.

I stared for a second at Dylan's ass and cock and body. He was naturally
almost snow white and so his tan lines were really strong. His little
dick looked two or three inches, but he wasn't hard. His ass was nice,
though. It was round and perky. The rest of him was so flat and boyish it
really stood out.

My brain still hadn't fully grasped what was happening. I imagined for a
second the guard jacking off, covering Dylan's chest or butt or dick in
his cum.

But, instead, the guard pushed Dylan face first against the movie theatre
wall. Then he spit on his dick and shoved it into Dylan.

I saw Dylan scream into the guards hands and started to come out and best
the shit out of the guard. I was going to save Dylan. I had to stop this.

Then the guard said, in his deep voice, "Damn, I missed that fucking
white boy pussy. Your shit hole feels like fucking velvet no matter how
much I pound it."

And Dylan moaned. Like a bitch. Like a real bitch.

With a huge black man on top of him and a huge dick up his asshole, he
moaned.

The guard didn't fuck his ass anymore gently than he had his mouth. I
watched as he slammed his dick deep over and over. He pinched Dylan's
nipples and gripped his bubble butt and hips and used that hole with less
respect than I'd used that Tijuana whore I fucked in college.

And Dylan took it. He wiggled his ass and thrust back and even moaned
himself over and over. His dick was rock hard and I could tell he was a
grower.

The guard started getting more brutal and I realized what about to
happen. He was about to cream the kid. He wrapped his right arm around
Dylan's throat and grunted. Once, then slam. Grunt. Slam. Grunt. Slam.

Then he pulled out of Dylan's ass.

The kid's ass was blown open and blood red, but white jizz was leaking
out of it and running thick down the back of his thighs and calves.

The guard said, "You know how this works. Get to it, boy."

Dylan dropped to his knees again. He started licking the guard's cock
clean and then took it back in his mouth.

And then he reached around to his butt and used the guard's lube to start
jacking himself off.

His pink lips were stretched around the black dick as his tiny hands
pumped his dick lightning speed. His chest and whole body started jerking
forward and back, rocking as he fucked his hand, and then he nutted.

His jizz mostly hit his own face and chest, but some fell on the man's
work boots.

The guard said, "Lick that shit up and get the fuck out of here. I got
shit to do. I'll let you know when I need some more of that teenage white
boy pussy or throat."

And he did. Dylan, dripping with his own cum, leaned down and licked his
nut off the filthy boots of a black man.

Then he wiped himself off with his underwear, got dressed without them,
and left.

Bumping into me on the way out.