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Author's Note: This is the first in a series of short stories centered around urban themes and titled "Urban Sinners."
Urban Sinners #1 By Justin Davis
Sandy headed eleven year old Ricky Jones lay upon the grungy mattress in the abandoned tenement building and took a deep drag off of the joint his best friend, eleven year old red head Wesley Snipes, had just handed him and then coughed.
"Shit! This is strong stuff!" Ricky commented, then took another hit off of the tightly rolled joint.
"Yeah! Good stuff!" Wesley commented, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom in the abandoned apartment, his hands behind his head. "Let me have another hit," he then said, and reached over for the joint.
For awhile longer, the two spidery youths, dressed only in shorts and trainers because of the summer heat, shared the joint, the blue smoke hanging in the still, humid, air, then the two lay motionless savoring their high in their secret place. Soon, Ricky felt the familiar touch of his best bud's leg against his own.
"I'm horny now," his friend Wesley said, his leg rubbing back and forth upon Ricky's
"Mmmm! Yeah, me too," Ricky replied, his dink beginning to inflate.
As if one, both boys shucked off their shorts, repositioned themselves upon their sides, and began to siphon each other's peters. In no time both of their three-inch dinks were rock hard and the sounds of their moans filled the room.
For two months now, the two had been coming to their secret place, Wesley having first produced a joint for the two of them to share. Out of curiosity, Ricky had attempted numerous times to find out where Wesley was getting the stuff and numerous times his bud had refused to tell.
"I can't tell yah," was his bud's most common reply.
So, Ricky had given up asking about that as well as where Wesley had learned about all of the sex stuff the two of them now did together. Ricky had wailed with delight as he had had his first orgasm as his best bud wanked his peter for him. And, he had literally howled at the ceiling as Wesley had sucked his peter for the first time, probing his hole with his finger as he did so. Now, it was just a matter of routine as they lay upon the mattress in a sixty-nine lapping at each other's holes. As usual, the two satisfied their lust in that position and climaxed together as they sucked each other's peters. Then, they put their shorts back on and floated toward their respective apartment houses still somewhat high from the joint.
Four days later, Ricky looked all over for his best bud in the usual places, Ricky was ready to get high again and his peter had been itching for attention all day. Yet, Wesley was no where to be found. Oh well, he could at least go to their secret place and retrieve the two magazines they kept hidden under the old mattress and have a good wank.
As with the pot, Ricky had given up asking where Wesley got the dirty mags. They contained pictures of boys his age and older doing all kinds of things. Some of the boys had pubes and big dicks and seemed to delight in shooting sperm all over the faces of the younger ones who had been sucking them. Ricky knew about sperm because he had seen an older boy jerk off in front of him and a couple of other boys, and all of them had stared in amazement as the young teen had squirted out the milky sauce.
Ricky flipped the pages and wanked his peter, fixating his attention on one picture which showed an older boy with a few pubes and a peter a little bigger than his own getting sucked by some younger kid. It was then that he heard voices, and he quickly scooped up the magazine, pulled up his shorts, and ran into the next room to hide.
As the voices came closer, Ricky immediately recognized that of the younger voice. It was that of his bud Wesley. Yet, he didn't have a clue as to who the older voice belonged to. It was then that Ricky noticed a hole in the wall where a light switch had once been and he peeped through it to look back into the room that he had just fled as the two entered the room.
Ricky raised his hand to his mouth to stifle a gasp. It was his friend Wesley true enough following closely behind a tall lanky Latino with mocha-colored skin. Ricky had seen the wasp-waisted teenager before and knew he ran with a rough crowd that all had similar tattoos on their arms and were stripped to the waist most of the time during the summers. Ricky had noticed the words "The Prize" tattooed just below the seventeen-year-olds "outtie" navel and the arrow beneath the words that pointed downward. He had thought it looked stupid. As most of the good boys in the neighborhood did, Ricky had avoided that crowd of boys like the plague. Now, here was his best bud in their secret place with one of them.
"Look, do yah want the pot and ludes or not?" the lanky Latino asked, holding out a plastic baggie that seemed to contain some joints and some white tablets.
"Yeah, but do I gotta do that?"
"Look fag, you've blown me before lots of times. But, if you want the really good shit you gotta do it. You did like the lude I gave yah didn't yah?" the teen asked.
"Yeah!" Wesley replied, nodding his head.
"Well, then you gotta do it," the teenager said, and tossed the baggie on the mattress.
Ricky watched through the rectangular hole that used to contain a light switch that had long since been stolen, his mouth agape, as the lanky teen shucked down his shorts. Then, when the teenager pulled down his boxers, Ricky had to cover his mouth with his hand again to stifle his reaction.
The lanky teenager had the biggest dick Ricky had ever seen and the circumcised, mocha-colored sausage wasn't even hard. Instantly, Ricky knew what the words "The Prize" referred to.
"Okay, fag! Get busy!" the lanky teenager said.
Ricky scowled at the words. How dare the hoodlum talk that way to his best friend in their special, secret, place. Ricky watched as Wesley fell to his knees, as if worshiping the huge cock, then grabbed the thing with his tiny hand, wrapped his fingers around it, and then raised it toward his mouth.
"You spill any and I'm gonna whip your ass!" the lanky Latino said, again causing Ricky to scowl at the harsh tone in the older boy's voice.
For a moment, Wesley started at the huge head. Then, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, closed his lips around the massive mushroom, and then began to bob his mouth up and down on the massive meat.
Ricky stared spellbound as the huge mocha-colored sausage began to inflate and couldn't believe how big the thing got as his best bud bobbed his mouth up and down on the top part of the now eight-inch fuck stick.
"Okay, little bro! Here we go!" the lanky Latino said, and grabbed hold of Wesley's head and began to fuck his mouth.
Surprisingly, Wesley didn't gag as the thing began to go down his esophagus; he was used to it now. What he wasn't used to, however, was what he was going to have to do this time. Normally, the lanky teen shot his copious load of white goop all over his face. This time, however, he was gonna have to swallow it all, filling his tummy with zillions of tiny sperm.
"Yeah! Yeah!" the lanky teen wailed, beginning to fuck the eleven year-olds mouth in earnest.
Unconsciously, Ricky began to finger his hard dink through the cloth of his shorts as he watched. It was so rough and so vile the way the older boy was fucking his friend's face. Spit began to spew from the sides of Wesley's mouth and snot began to come from his nose as he accepted the monster snake down his throat and tried to breath at the same time.
"Oh man! Fucking your face, man! Yeah! Yeah!" the Latino chanted as he fucked his mocha-colored fuck stick in and out of the young boy's mouth, Wesley's nose hitting the teen's pubes every time he made a long thrust.
As he watched, Ricky felt sorry for his friend. Obviously, he had been earning their pot this way. For a fleeting moment, he wished it was him instead of his bud being subjected to the brutal face fuck. Then, just as quickly, he was glad it wasn't, as he noticed his bud's throat distend with each inward thrust of the massive fuck stick.
"Here it comes, man! Big load on the way! You're gonna eat my shit, man! Get all of it! Like now!" the lanky teen exclaimed, and yelped loudly.
Ricky watched as Wesley's eyes flew open wide, and couldn't help but notice his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down rapidly. His bud was swallowing the older boy's sperm as if he were drinking water in order to keep from drowning in the thick white goo.
"Oh gosh! Oh gosh!" Ricky exclaimed softly to himself, after the two had left the room.
What was he going to do? He couldn't tell his bud he knew.
The next afternoon, the two sat on the mattress in their secret place and smoked a joint as they had done many times before.
"Here, swallow one of these," Wesley said, and Ricky took the white tablet and swallowed it.
Soon, the dingy room became a kaleidoscope of colors and Ricky was higher than he had ever been. His buddy pulled off his shorts and dove in on his peter and it was like he was getting it sucked in slow motion. Ricky ate his bud's hole better than he had ever done, trying to reach his tummy with his tongue in gratitude for the wonderful feelings, and Wesley wailed in delight in response.
"I can't go today," Wesley said, a week later as Ricky stood at the door to the run-down apartment Wesley and his mom occupied.
"Why not?" Ricky asked.
"Uh, I fell and hurt my butt real bad!" Wesley replied.
"How?" Ricky asked.
"Uh, I fell off my bike," Wesley replied.
"Gee!" Ricky exclaimed.
"Uh, look. Maybe in a few days," Wesley said. "Come by then," he added, and closed the door.
Ricky satisfied his urges wanking his peter for the next few days and eventually he and Wesley went to their secret place. As they had three times before, now, they shared a joint and swallowed the magic tablets.
This time, as they messed around, Wesley got on all fours and put his head down on the mattress, butt up, and insisted Ricky put his peter in his butt.
"No way!" Ricky replied, even as high as he was.
"Fuck me damn it!" Wesley insisted, and Ricky lined up and stuck his peter in his best bud's poop hole and fucked him, Wesley crooning and wanking his peter the whole time.
Ricky was devastated when he found out Wesley was moving. It was all of a sudden and his best bud was gone. He went to their special place and looked at the filthy magazines and wanked his peter. Yet, it wasn't the same. No more pot, no more ultimate high from the magic white tablets. Getting off wasn't the same.
Ricky hunted the lanky Latino out. He was standing away from the usual crowd he hung with when Ricky made is move.
"Hey, I need to talk to yah," Ricky said.
"Sure, little dude! What's up?" the lanky Latino asked.
"Uh, I know you knew Wesley," Ricky said.
"Yeah, I knew the dude. He moved," the lanky guy replied.
"I want some pot and some of them white tablets," Ricky replied.
"Oh really? Well, the price is kinda high, little dude!" the lanky Latino said, and smiled an evil smile.
"Yeah, I know," Ricky replied.
Needless to say, Ricky found out what swallowing gallons of hot teen cum was like. And, he found out why Wesley's butt was sore. He cried for three days every time he took a shit, having taken all eight inches of the thick, mocha-colored, Latino, sausage up his butt. He had hollered like crazy and had pounded his head on the mattress to drive out the pain as he had gotten fucked the first time.
Now, Ricky was used to it and he had an older friend to share the special place with and get gloriously high, frequently getting fucked by the lanky Latino in return for the pot and pills that made him have orgasms too fantastic to describe.
The End