Date: Sat, 15 Oct 2022 19:45:55 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: House in the Ghetto - Chapter 1 - UPDATE

House in the Ghetto Chapter 1

The house stood out, but not like a sore thumb; rather a "good" thumb, if
there is such a thing.  It was the one decent, actually nice looking place
in this ghetto neighborhood.  While surrounded by many trashy row houses,
and run-down apartment buildings, the owner-landlord of this house had
pride and kept it in shape.  Along with keeping it up, he had put in a
fence, plus bars on all the windows to help keep it safe. He also made sure
it was rodent and insect free.  It was an old double house and each side
had been turned into two apartments, making it a four unit building.  The
other three units were occupied by 2 elderly people who never came out, and
a college student working two jobs who was never home.  I had rented the
downstairs apartment on the right, apartment "B."  It came with use of the
basement on that side, which had a low ceiling, but had been fixed up into
a family room.

I had been looking for such a place for months.  Yes, the rent was low. I
could afford 4 times the rent easily, but you see, I WANTED to live in the
ghetto.  I wanted to live in a place where kids ran wild, where their
parents were uninvolved, where the boys were bad, streetwise, and brave.
After finding the occasional boy picture and video, and reading tons of
man-boy stories on the internet, I decided, before I turned 30 (in 6
months) that I had to have it for real.  And I decided that in a
neighborhood like this, I could find the right boys.  Boys who didn't have
morals or conscience and who, if not for free, would at least get with me
for money.  And they would be boys who wouldn't tell.  After all, they had
probably seen worse things and even done worse things.  They were used to
keeping secrets.  And one added bonus of this neighborhood was that it was
mixed.  Yeah, it was mostly black (which I LOVE), but there was also more
than a smattering of Hispanic (which I also LOVE) and white boys (like me)
to be had as well.  If I was going to make this commitment, I wanted
variety!

I set out the front door, dressed in jeans and a pocket tee.  Although I
didn't smoke, I had placed an obvious pack of cigarettes in my shirt
pocket.  I was nervous as hell.  I mean, I had never been so nervous; but
my horniness was that much stronger.  And after taking the plunge and
moving across town just to get some boydick, I certainly wasn't going to
back down now.

I headed toward the basketball court a half block down from my house.
There was a small group of black dudes, early 20's I'd say, playing a game.
They were shirtless, slender, defined, muscular, and as sexy as all get
out, their hot young bods glistening with sweat.  I could easily imagine
being on all fours as one of them grabbed my head and rammed his black
stick down my throat while another fucked me from behind.  But not today,
and if my plans worked out, hopefully never.  I was going for young.
Besides, I was afraid the older boys might give me a disease.  And I
didn't want to get caught because I passed an STD along to a young boy.
Yikes!

As I turned the corner to walk around the fenced court, "bingo!"  He was
sitting on his bike, under the shade of a tree on this hot day.  He had
taken off his shirt and thrown it over one shoulder.  He was leaning
against the fence with his fingers in the chain links, watching the game.
Black, about four and a half feet tall, impossibly slender waist, but a
nice, wider chest above with the beginnings of pec definition.  His hair
was what I think would be called a "natural," about a quarter of an inch
long all over - probably a home job done by a grandmother.  Haircuts cost
money.  I'm not good with colors, but his skin was nice and dark - darker
than chocolate - the color of walnut maybe?  Anyway, it definitely
revealed his African roots - so sexy!  His features were, I guess you
would say, mildly African - big, beautiful lips, kind of a wide nose, high
cheekbones, gorgeous, deep brown eyes.  Everything fit together just right,
I mean, he was one hot, handsome little kid!

He ignored me as I got within about 5 feet of him to also get under the
shade of the tree.  I leaned into the fence like him, putting my right hand
through the chain links but leaving my left arm down so as not to block the
view of my pocketed cigs.  After a few seconds, I turned to him and said,
"Nice day, huh?"  He looked over and stared at me for a couple of seconds
to size me up, then gave an up nod of his head as a "what's up" greeting.
I actually let out a sigh of relief (hadn't realized I was holding my
breath).  So far, so good.  But my knees were shaking.

After only about 10 seconds, I heard him speak, "Hey man, how about givin'
me a cigarette?"  Victory!  He took the bait!  "Sure," I said as I took
them out of my pocket, "but I'll give you a whole pack if you come over to
my house."  FUCK, I can't believe I said that!  I mean, I had rehearsed
this scene in my mind a billion times, but to actually hear those words
come out of my mouth - my knees were definitely shaking now.  I actually
steadied myself with my hand on the fence as I walked over to give him the
cig.

"What I want to be comin' over to your house for?" he asked.  Man, his
voice was so sexy, rather deep already, considering his size and
so...well...so black - so macho and masculine sounding - so thuggish.
SHIT, I was so fuckin' horny already!  Nothing was going to stop me and my
plan - I was acting from my cock now, not my brain.  "To get your dick
sucked," was my reply.  I said it in a low, guttural town as I leaned in
toward him to give him a light.  He jerked his head back and his eyes
opened wide, but only for a second.  Then his face went back to no
expression and he leaned back toward me to light his cigarette.

"You a fag or something?" he asked as he exhaled his first drag.  (You have
to ask?)  "Yup," was all I said.  So brazen.  I had never acted like this
before!  "I don't want to mess with no fag," he replied, "I don't go that
way."  "Oh, I can tell that," I said.  "The thing is," I continued, "I
don't mess with gay guys either.  I only like sucking off straight guys.
You really wouldn't be messing with me; I'd be the one messing with you.
I'm good at it.  It would feel amazing, and no one would ever have to know.
Have you ever had your dick sucked?"  Again, I leaned into him a little bit
and said this last part in a low, almost whispered tone.

"Get outta my face fag!" he said, not loudly though, as I know he didn't
want the guys playing basketball to know he was talking to a cocksucker.
"Please," I said, "just hear me out.  You know the double house up the
block - the white one with the blue shutters?"  "With the fence `round
it?" he answered (hmmm, I was thinking right then that I had him).  "Yeah,
that's the one," I said.  "I live downstairs on the right, apartment B as
in `boy' - as in `bad boy.'  I'm heading back there now and I'll be home
for 30 minutes in case you change your mind.  All you have to do is lie
there and let me make you feel awesome and then you leave.  With a pack of
cigarettes in your pocket."

He took another drag on his cigarette then exhaled.  "Aw, get away from me
man!  I don't know why I'm even talkin' to you."  But I looked down and was
pretty sure I saw a tent in his basketball shorts.  "Suit yourself, man," I
said.  And I turned and walked away, my knees still shaking but not as
much.  I was buoyed by my own bravura in going through with that brazen
conversation.

I had told him 30 minutes because I wasn't going to hang around the house
all day by myself.  If he didn't show up by then, I would take off again in
the other direction.  I would stay on the prowl until I captured my prey.

I sat by the window, peeking out unseen between the closed curtains.  I had
a strong feeling that if he was going to come at all, it would be in the
next minute or so - as soon as he finished his cigarette.  I was right.
He slowly came pedaling up the sidewalk and stopped in front of the house.
He looked at the house, then ahead as if perhaps thinking about leaving.
Then he looked at the house again.  Then he looked all around to see if
anyone was watching (a good sign).  He reached out, opened the gate and
came through, closing and latching the gate behind him.  OH SHIT!!!  It was
really going to happen!  I was shaking all over now, not because I was
nervous about this kid but because of the enormity of what I was about to
do for the first time in my life - suck a young boy!

I almost went to the door and opened it for him but then I decided against
it.  I wanted to play it cool - not make him aware that I had been
watching and waiting.  I barely heard the knock on the door.  I was only a
few feet away from it but I waited a few seconds before answering.  "Hey,
man," I said, using every fiber of my body to sound confident and hide my
crashing nervousness.  "Glad you came."  He had his bike with him on the
porch.  "Can I bring my bike in?" he asked.  He said it quietly, politely,
the street bravura gone.  "Sure, no problem," I said, as I held the door
open for him.

After he was in, he looked around the living room, not saying anything.  I
wasn't really sure how to proceed - who should take the lead.  I mean, it
was the first time for me with a boy.  It was my house, but he was the
macho street-thug.  "Where do you want me?" he asked.  Okay.  Progress.
"Let's go downstairs," I said, and led the way, holding tight to the
railing as I descended the steps.  We stood in the middle of the floor.
Again, I paused.  And then, mustering up my courage and almost choking on
my words I said, "Will you get naked for me?"

He didn't answer or even change his facial expression.  He just kicked off
his shoes as he started to pull his shirt up over his head.  OH MAN!  It
was happening!!!!  I had to sit down on the sofa.  He pulled down his
shorts, then his boxers.  Stripping to nothing for me really didn't seem to
faze him at all.  I just stared, my mouth watering at the incredible sight
before me.  As I said, he was about four and a half feet, slender but
defined, a tremendous "V" shape with a middle hardy wider then my hand,
branching out into the beginning of pecs above.  There was not an ounce of
fat on his body.  But let's talk about his cock.  For starters, when he
pulled down his boxers it was already hard - it stuck straight out from
his body.  And then in the few seconds after he stood up, totally naked, it
rose to attention, standing straight up.  I had never seen anyone get hard
before like that.  It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life!

Man, his cock - his hot, fuckin' boycock.  At least 5 hard inches and
fairly thick too.  It would be a mouthful.  The skin on it was really
black - darker than the rest of him.  He was cut, and his boystick was
topped by a nice purplish head, the same thickness as his cock.  And yet
for such a huge member, he had virtually no pubic hair - just a few tight
little curls on either side of the base of his big ramrod.  I was breathing
hard.

"Now what?" he asked.  I almost said, "Let me see your ass," but then
thought I should word it better.  "Can you turn around so I can see the
rest of you?" I asked.  Again, without word or change of expression, he
simply turned around and let me stare at the equally magnificent other side
of him.  He turned around very slowly.  I think he kind of got off on being
ogled at.  As he got to his profile, I saw that he had that kind of ass
that so many black boys and young black men seem to have - the kind that
is narrow and tight and muscular and sticks out from their body to an
unbelievable degree.  I mean, if you measured him from the side and it was
5 inches from his navel to the small of his back, then the distance from
the small of his back to the crown of his ass was another fuckin' five
inches!  Incredible!

As he had his back to me, I took him in in total - tremendous back,
beautiful, athletic looking smooth legs.  And his ass, again his ASS!  He
had those beautiful big dimples that you only find on a deep, muscular ass.
You know, the ones in that spot where the thighs come up and join the
middle of the buttcheeks - the big dimples that flex mightily as the hot
guy is fucking someone.  Shit, I was ready to cum right now!  But first
things first.

"Just lie down on the floor," I said, before he could ask what next.  I
threw a couple sofa pillows down to him and he put them under his head.  I
had a nice, soft rug on the floor, purchased for the scene before me now.
He spread his young legs and put his hands behind his head, revealing his
smooth, lighter armpits.  Fuck, so sexy!  I got on the floor between his
spread legs.  "How old are you, anyway?" I asked as I started to lean in.
"Thirteen," he answered quietly.  "When?" I asked, now just inches from his
hard cock.  "Last month," he said.  And I went down.

With enough horniness in me to launch the space shuttle, I went all the way
down on him, smashing my face against his pubes in one strike.  I heard a
loud gasp as he sucked in his breath.  I stayed on him like that for
several seconds, feeling it throb in my mouth and throat as I gagged on it.
So sexy!

Working my mouth around to get as much spit going as possible, I came up
with my lips wrapped around him, slobbering all over his little man
fuckstick.  "Oh shit," he moaned as I went back down all the way.  Then up,
slobbering, then back down with an obscene, loud slurp, then up, then down,
up and down, up and down, then held it all the way down with the sounds of
me gagging.  "Oh shit!" he cried.  His mid-range adolescent black voice
made me so hot!  I was about to cream in my pants.

I went up and stayed on the head, just licking and sucking on it, bobbing
up and down just a little.  "Ah, ah, ah," he was moaning and his contorted
little, handsome face was writhing back and forth.  Then after about 10
seconds, he grabbed my head with both hands and pushed down.  Fuck, I love
it when guys do that!  I love it when they do and say things that let me
know how bad they want it.  It makes me so horny!  Down all the way I went
again, loving it, my own cock about to explode!  He held me there and
pushed down hard as he bucked up with his hips, really smashing my face
into his crotch.  So sweet!

"Yeah, bitch, take that dick!  Suck that dick niggah!"  Oh shit, from the
force of my choking and not breathing along with the unreal ecstasy that
his nasty talk sent me to, I was crying.  Not quite wracked with
uncontrollable sobs, but tears streaming down my face.  I could barely see.

Finally, placing my hands on the floor I had to push up to get a breath;
and he allowed it, removing his hands.  I knew I better do a good job if I
was going to be able to finish him off without suffocating.  After getting
a big breath, I quickly went down on him, smashing my face into him, then
quickly came back up, leaving half his cock still in my mouth, but getting
it out of my throat so I could suck in a quick breath through my nose.
Back down I went all the way, keeping my lips in a nice, sucking "o" shape
and slobbering on him as much as I could while I added some tongue action.
"Yeah, man," he moaned, "fuck yeah.  That's what I'm talkin' about.  Take
that dick.  Suck that dick, mutha-fucka."  Oh man, if he had any idea what
his beyond belief sexy talk was doing to me, he could have asked for
everything I owned and gotten it.  I was screaming with lust inside my
head, while outwardly, still, the constant, loud, obscene, sounds of the
slurping and gagging of my horny mouth and throat.

There is no other way to put it; this was, literally, a dream come true.
It was almost unreal, something I had imagined so many times and finally
had the balls to make happen - now happening, right in my basement - for
REAL!  My blazing horniness continued as I went up and down on him like
that for the next minute...two minutes...three, all the while he continued
with moans and grunts along with his cussing and nasty talk.  I don't see
how I could get any hornier.

Then, he started to buck his hips up to meet my descending mouth and I in
turn, started bobbing my head up and down in time to meet his thrusts.  "Oh
yeah," he moaned, his 13-year-old head writhing back and forth, almost
slamming against the pillows now.  "Suck it!" he growled, low like an
animal.  "Suck it bitch!  Suck my black cock!"  SHIT!!!  I literally
couldn't see for the tears filling my eyes, mixed with the salty sweat that
was running down my forehead.  I just closed my eyes and concentrated on
the task at hand - giving this little black king all the pleasure he
required.

He started speeding up his powerful, pubescent thrusts and now he was
banging his fists on the floor as his cries increased in volume.  "Yeah,
man!  Yeah, nigguh!  You fuckin' little bitch!  Take your Daddy's cock,
faggot!"  Did he really just call himself "Daddy?"  Oh man!  I could FAINT!

"Uh... uh... UH..." he cried with each thrust, every time his pubes slammed
into my face.  He was grunting more like an animal now.  But then he
grabbed my head and started to speak again.  "You want my cum, faggot?  You
gonna take you daddy's load?"  "Umm-hmm," I managed to mumble, my mouth
full of hard,young, teen boydick.  "You gonna swallow it all down like a
good boy?" he cried.  He kind of choked out the words, almost unable to
talk himself now, he was so full of lust.  "UMM-HMM!" I almost screamed
into his dick.  I started banging my fists on the floor as well.  I was so
horny I had to do something - I couldn't keep my body still.

"UHHH!" he grunted out loud as he held the back of my head with one hand
and violently rammed his cock into me as far as it would possibly go.  He
held it there for a second, then back out.  "UHHH!" he grunted again as he
slammed it in again - they were loud, forceful sounds, like someone might
make if they got punched in the face.  "UHHH!!!" he grunted like a wild
animal for the third time, again, smashing my face into his crotch and
holding me down.  And then, "UH!  UH!  UH" over and over and I felt the
powerful rhythmic throbbing.  HE WAS CUMMING!  OH FUCK!  And I did break
into actual sobs, such was the intensity.  But I think my sobs only
increased my gagging and throat action on him, sending him into even
further frenzy as he wildly fucked my throat.  "OH SHHHIIITTTT!!!!" he
screamed.  Oh man, to hear him scream like that was again, so sexy!  "You
mutha-fucka," he screamed, "you little faggot!  Eat that cum you little
bitch!  Take it!  Take it!  Swallow it down, cocksucker!"

It was beyond my wildest dream.  As he mercilessly continued to smash his
cock into me, suffocating me and with me blinded by my tears and sweat,
wracked now with sobs, I somehow had the presence of mind to grab my own
dick as he finished his cum.  I didn't even have to put my hand down my
pants.  I was so overwhelmed with lust that just one grab at the front of
my jeans put me over the edge and sent my cum spilling out all over the
inside of my boxers.

He had finished his orgasm and roughly pushed me off his now sensitive
cock.  I fell over onto my back, still cumming and jerking in overwhelming
sobs.  It took me a good minute to come down, then another minute to
recover from the crying.  I sat up, took off my t-shirt and used it to wipe
my face and get all the crap out of my eyes so I could see again.

He was still in the same spot, watching me.  He was up on his elbows, his
legs still spread.  His now half-hard cock was lying sideways on his thigh,
still a good four inches in length.  His face was still more-or-less
blank - hard to read but I thought I detected a slight smirk as he stared
at me.

I didn't know what to say.  I managed to stand up and then he started to
get dressed.  As he did, I took my t-shirt and again, wiped my face.  As I
did, I noticed the cigarettes in my pocket.  I took them out and held them
out to him, just as he pulled down his shirt, now fully dressed again.  He
paused and looked at them, then at me.  "It's a brand new pack," I said.
"The only one missing is the one I already gave you."  He shrugged his
shoulders, took them from my hand, and put them in his pocket.  He started
across the room for the stairs.

"Look, I gotta tell you something," I said urgently.  He stopped and turned
around.  "I think you are really handsome and have a really hot body," I
said, "and I loved sucking your cock.  I want you to come back for more
whenever you want."  He just stood there a second without speaking or
moving, and again, his face was blank.  Then he turned and started up the
steps.  "Can you get me some weed next time?" he asked.  "Do you know a
dealer?" I said as I followed him up the steps.  "Yeah," he said."  "Well
send him over and then I'll have it for you next time."  "Can I smoke it
here?" he asked.  Again, he was being so polite, like a little boy talking
to his grandmother instead of a street-thug talking to his bitch.  "Sure,"
I said, "you can smoke it before or after - or both!"

We were at the front door now.  He stopped and turned around and shook my
hand, as if we were closing a business deal.  Then he looked down at my
crotch and I definitely saw a smirk as he also let out a little snort.  I
looked down to see.  There was a big spot on the front of my jeans as my
cum was seeping through.  Then, he and his bike went down the steps; he
made sure to close the gate behind him, and he was gone.

I took a shower, then laid around naked on my bed for half an hour, sipping
a cup of coffee while I replayed in my head what had just happened - the
most exciting experience of my life.  Then I put on clean clothes and
headed for the door.  It was Saturday and the day was long from over.

THE END

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