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Urban Sinners #3 By Justin Davis
Twelve year old Clinton Anderson suddenly popped awake. Quickly, he glanced at the clock near his bed.
"Shit!" he exclaimed.
Clinton's mom had over-slept again and he would be late for school if he didn't hurry. He wouldn't have time to go by apartment 3B like he usually did every Wednesday morning for weeks now. He'd have to wait until the afternoon, after he got out of school.
"Damn!" Clinton said, as he turned on the shower and began to soap up his chocolate-brown body with the white creamy soap.
Since he was running late, Clinton had immediately decided to get rid of his piss-hard in the shower and sprayed his urine from his five-inch hard peter onto the bottom of the bathtub as he cleansed himself. For a twelve year old, Clinton had a big dick and already there were some nappy hairs above his thick peter and walnut-sized balls. Since he had been two months shy of twelve, he had been shooting cum from his penis. Clinton knew about cum from the older boys and was proud that he could already make babies if he wanted to.
Once, Clinton had overheard his uncle making comments to his mom that he would probably have a big dick like his dad. But, Clinton had no way of knowing. His dad had been murdered when he was two.
Only one hundred dollars more was all he needed to buy the Pistons jacket he wanted so badly. There was only one in the only sports shop near the tall tenement-housing unit in which he lived. Most merchants had moved out long ago, the neighborhood continuing to deteriorate year by year.
Hurriedly, Clinton finished his shower and toweled off and put on his clothes. Picking up his backpack off of the floor and heading toward the front door of the apartment, Clinton stopped at the door of his mother's bedroom for a moment and gave a cursory glance. It was an all too typical sight. Still dressed in her waitress uniform, his mom was sprawled across the bed, an empty wine bottle lay on the floor at the foot of the bed. Clinton shook his head. Then, he quickly headed toward the front door of the apartment. If he hurried, he'd just have enough time for the free breakfast he more than qualified for.
In apartment 3B, Ernie Wilson looked again at the clock by the television set and realized that Clinton was probably not coming by this morning. Normally, the youngster was at the door promptly at seven. Now, it was a few minutes shy of eight.
Two months before, Ernie had met the lanky black kid in the basement laundry room of the high rise. Dressed only in a pair of blue silk shorts and trainers, the boy had been getting the clothes out of the dryer for his mom. Whether it was the heat in the room or just the few hairs on his groin causing an itch, Clinton had fondled himself through the silk shorts. Ernie had had to comment.
"If you do that too much it'll get hard," Ernie had commented, as he stuffed his wet clothes in a vacant dryer.
"Uh, yeah!" Clinton had replied, and given a sheepish smile.
"I remember when I was your age. My peter was hard all the time," Ernie had said, and chuckled as he continued to load the dryer.
"Uh, sure!" Clinton had replied, and hastened his pace at putting the clothes in the basket, suddenly feeling uncomfortable around the white man.
"Yes sir! I used to jerk off all the time until I found things that felt better," Ernie had remarked.
Immediately, Clinton's curiosity had been aroused. He had been wanking his peter for three years. Nothing could possibly be better. Or could it?
"Like what?" Clinton had asked.
"Oh, all kinds of things," the man had replied. "Come by apartment 3B sometime and I'll show yah. You won't believe how could good you can feel down there. Might even make some money, too," he had added.
"Uh, yeah. Sure. See yah later!" Clinton has said, and hastily beat a retreat from the laundry room with the full basket of clothes.
It was both a combination of curiosity and monetary need that had propelled Clinton to knock on the man's door four days later. Clinton had seen the team-autographed Pistons jacket through the bars that covered the display window of the sporting goods store and immediately had to have it. No one in his entire school had a jacket that fine.
Quickly, Clinton had entered the shop and asked the owner how much the jacket cost. He was shocked when the man told him it was four hundred and fifty dollars, and had chuckled at Clinton's reaction. That was more money than the boy had ever thought about in his life and Clinton had gasped at the price.
"I want it," Clinton had said.
"You got the bucks?" the owner had asked.
"No, but I can get the money. Don't sell it," Clinton had replied.
"Look, kid. First guy walks in with the dough gets it," the man had responded.
"What if I pay you some each week?" Clinton had asked.
"Ten percent down and I'll give you a month to come up with the rest of it," the man had said.
Immediately, the fourth grader had done the math in his head. Forty-five bucks would hold the jacket until he could find a way to earn the rest of the money. He had twenty-five dollars his aunt had given him for Christmas. He would find a way to get the other twenty.
"It's a deal! I'll bring you the forty-five bucks this afternoon," Clinton had replied.
"Well, well! What brings you here?" Ernie had asked, as he looked at the lanky black kid standing at his front door.
"Uh, you said there were things that felt better than jerking off and I might could earn some money," Clinton had replied, prompting the man to smile and then invite him in.
Clinton had glanced nervously around the apartment as he had entered. The seedy furniture was not unlike that in the apartment he and his mom shared. There was a heavy odor of tobacco smoke in the air and old newspapers and magazines lay cluttered in piles upon the floor.
A deal was struck, and moments later, Clinton sat naked upon the seedy couch, wailing like the siren on an EMS vehicle, as the man alternately siphoned his hard peter and ate his brown, virgin, hole. Twenty bucks Clinton had asked for, and the man had agreed, and Clinton had nervously shivered as he had removed his clothes.
Afterward, after blowing his youthful load down the man's throat, Clinton had dashed to the store and handed the owner the forty-five bucks and the jacket had been removed from the window for safekeeping until the total cost had been paid.
The following Wednesday, Clinton had dashed to the store clutching another twenty bucks in his hand, his balls again emptied by the man's skillful mouth.
"This is all fine and good kid. But at this rate you ain't gonna pay for the jacket by the end of the month," the man had warned.
And it was true. Clinton was no mathematical genius but it didn't take the boy long to figure out that he wouldn't make the deadline.
"I need more money," Clinton had told Ernie, upping the fee for the man to suck his peter and eat his hole.
Naturally, the older white man had refused.
"I gotta have more money. I need it!" Clinton had pleaded.
"I'll give you forty to make me feel good," Ernie had replied.
"How?" Clinton had asked.
Less than five minutes later, Clinton was on his knees sucking his first cock and trying not to gag on the fat, eight-inch, pole.
"Yeah! Yeah! That's it! Good! Good!" the white man had chanted, encouraging Clinton on.
Later, Clinton's stomach heaved as he had swallowed the strong, salty, goo that seemed to never stop spurting from the man's penis. Yet, afterward, he clutched the two twenty dollar bills in his hand and dashed to the store.
Still, it was a matter of math. Once a week, for two more weeks, every Wednesday Clinton sucked the white tube and swallowed the thick, salty, goo. But, time was running out.
"I'll give you an extra month," the storeowner had said, in a rare moment of compassion.
"I need a hundred," Clinton told Ernie, again upping the ante for his services.
"You're crazy kid!" Ernie had replied, and laughed.
"I'll do suck you every day for a week," Clinton pledged.
"Hey kid! If I pay you a hundred bucks it's gonna be for fucking that tight bubble butt of yours," the man had replied bluntly.
Clinton had gulped at the thought of the big, white, pole going up his butt. That it was going to hurt there was no doubt. However, it would be nothing like the hurt of losing all the money and the jacket as well.
"I'll do it. Don't hurt me!" Clinton had said.
"Sure, kid. I'll be gentle," the man lied.
Clinton had yelped, then grunted, as the man had lubed up his hole with two of his Vaseline coated fingers. And, he had whimpered softly as he lay with his upper torso upon the couch and his knees on the floor and waited while the man lubed up his hard, white, fuck stick with the greasy stuff. Then, he had gasped loudly as the man's hands grabbed hold of his hips and the spongy head of the big penis touched his brown poop hole.
"Ow! Ow! Arrrggghhh! Arrrggghhh!" Clinton wailed as the huge head pressed harder and harder against his tight, brown, hole.
Then, he had screamed loudly as the thing popped into his butt. Instinctively, he had tried to get away to keep the thing from killing him. But, the man had too strong a hold on his hips and was holding him on the thick, white, pole.
Clinton began to bang his head upon the couch as the man started to fuck him deeper and deeper with his cock and howled at the ceiling like a coyote as the white snake slithered all the way into his rectum. As for Ernie, it was so much of a turn on to see his white cock disappear between the firm, brown, buns that he heard nothing of the boy's protestations.
Although initially in pain, strange shock waves began to course through Clinton's groin and shoot clear down to his toes, overwhelming the pain and causing his toes to curl in response to each shock wave.
"Oh! Ah!" he hollered, not understanding that the head of the man's cock was sliding back and for over this immature prostate and massaging it as he fucked him.
Soon, Clinton's ass opened up like a doorway and Ernie was fucking him balls deep with every thrust.
"Yeah! Yeah! Fucking your butt, kid!" Ernie chanted, as his groin smacked against Clinton's chocolate brown ass cheeks.
"Arrrggghhh! Arrggghhh! Unnggggggghhh! Unnggggggghh!" Clinton wailed, as the shock waves wracked his body and it shook from the powerful thrusts.
Naturally, Ernie was in heaven as he watched all of his cock disappear into the kids butt crack and reappear gleaming with a mixture of Vaseline and the kid's ass juices. He would have loved to fuck forever. But, the kid was so deliciously tight it was only a matter of minutes before he felt his cum load began to boil upward from his balls.
"Oh yeah! Gonna fill your butt full, kid! Big load on the way!" Ernie exclaimed.
Then, he bellowed like a bull, cumming so hard that it hurt as he started filling the kid's rectum with sperm while Clinton whimpered with relief that it was all over as he felt the warm goo gush into his rectum.
Afterwards, Clinton, dressed, grasped the five twenty dollar bills in his hand, and ran to the store to make another payment on the jacket, his sore and open hole leaking sperm into his shorts all the way.
The second time was a little easier, but not much. Tears had run Clinton's cheeks as Ernie lay back upon the bed and the boy had strained to lower himself upon the thick white sausage. However, once he began to ride the thing electric shock waves began to course through his body again and his peter had hardened to its full five inches. So, Ernie began to wank it for him and Clinton had gone wild fucking himself on the white tube and had shot his sperm pellets at about the same time Ernie grunted and began to fill his butt again with his copious load of thick white sauce.
"Clinton! You didn't come by this morning. I thought you weren't coming at all today," Ernie said, having opened the door to apartment 3B.
"Yeah! I was almost late for school this morning," the kid replied as he entered the apartment and began to peel off his clothes as he headed for the bedroom.
Ernie followed the kid back toward the bedroom and smiled as a naked Clinton hopped up upon the bed and sat cross-legged waiting.
"I jerked off this morning when I thought you weren't coming. It may take awhile this time," Ernie said as he removed his shirt, prompting Clinton to emit a low grown as the man removed his shorts and he saw the already hardening white tube that would soon be in his butt.
Now naked, Ernie escalated himself upon the bed and rested upon his knees, presenting his cock to Clinton for the sucking. Obediently, the boy took hold of the thick, white, sausage and began to slurp the head into his mouth.
"Oh yeah! You do that good, baby!" Ernie replied.
For awhile, Ernie let Clinton suck and slobber on his cock, then he re-positioned himself so that Clinton was on top and they were doing a sixty-nine, Clinton's peter quickly getting hard as Ernie slurped on it and began to finger the boy's hole at the same time. Unlike the first time, Clinton's rump easily excepted two of Ernie's fingers and he only grunted slightly when the third was added while he slurped away on Ernie's eight-inch pole. Although still adequately tight, Clinton's bum had now been fucked enough that it yielded more easily to such intrusion.
"Okay, that's enough of this," Ernie eventually said, haven taken his mouth off of Clinton's peter and breaking up their sixty-nine. " You know what to do," the man said as he lay back upon the bed and put his hands behind his head and waited.
Indeed, Clinton did know what to do, and the boy positioned himself in order to straddle the man's body.
"Aren't you gonna use the greasy stuff?" Clinton asked, as he looked down at the hard tube.
"No, baby, we don't need it. Look!" the man said, and showed Clinton how slick and shiny his fingers were from his ass juices. "You've got a fine pussy now. It makes it's own lube, baby," the man added and smiled.
Clinton let out a small sigh, took hold of the man's thick cock, raised his butt up so that he was hovering over it, then lowered his butt to begin the ride downward toward the white man's pubes.
"Oh! Ahhhh!" Clinton exclaimed, as the huge head popped into his poop chute.
Ernie lay back and savored the moment. He loved how the boy closed his eyes, bit his lower lip, and furrowed his brow at the initial intrusion and how his facial expressions would contort between pain and pleasure as he lowered himself downward, buggering his own bum on the thick, white, stalk.
There were no tears streaming down Clinton's cheeks this time as he impaled himself slowly on the thick white tube. Now, he just moaned and contorted his face as more and more of the man's meat disappeared into his rectum.
"That's it, baby! Ride the horse," Ernie said, as Clinton sat on his pubes, moaned loudly, and then began to rock his hips on the big, white, cock while he wanked his now hard peter.
For about five minutes the boy rode the man's cock and wanked, moaning and groaning as he did so.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" Clinton began to chant, as the electric shock waves got stronger and stronger.
Then, the boy gasped and emitted loud soprano wails of pleasure as he had his cum, spurting his cum pellets all over the man's stomach then collapsing on his chest as he came down from his orgasm.
"Okay, baby! It's my turn now. I'm gonna really fuck your bottom good this time," Ernie said, rolling the boy over so that he was on his back with his cock still inside him.
Having been there before, Clinton wrapped his arms around the man's neck as the man positioned his spidery legs around his waist for the fuck.
For fifteen minutes, the white man fucked Clinton's bottom, causing him to grunt rapidly with the rapid thrusts and moan with the slow deliberate ones. Again, Clinton grabbed hold of his peter, which was hard again, and again he began to wank it.
"Fuck my butt! Yeah! Yeah!" Clinton wailed, as the shock waves of another powerful orgasm wracked his tiny body and he spurted cum pellets on his own tummy this time.
"Oh! Oh! Arrrrgggghhh!" Ernie belowed as the boy's butt muscles began to milk his cock.
He had hoped to fuck the boy this time until his tongue hung out but there was no way. The boy's ass spasms were even stronger that the first time he had cum minutes before and that was all it took.
"Fuck! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ernie hollered, and blew his load deep into Clinton's insides.
"Thanks!" Clinton said later, as he accepted the five twenty dollar bills.
"Anytime kid!" Ernie replied.
"Uh, I got enough money now. I won't be coming back," Clinton said.
"I see. Well, if you wanna do it some time for fun stop by." Ernie replied, as he opened the door to let the kid out.
"Uh, I don't think so. But, thanks anyway," Clinton said, and turned and ambled off down the hall, his again dilated hole seeping sperm onto the seat of his boxer shorts.
Clinton was all the rage the next day when he wore the jacket to school. There wasn't another kid in the whole school that had one like it. Of course, Clinton's mom asked him where he got the jacket and he told her it was a prize he had won for good attendance, which was partially true. He had been very regular at attending his Wednesday butt fuck with Ernie.
The End