Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2008 18:24:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy Visits the Projects

"Timmy Visits the Projects"

by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE


All typical disclaimers about men and their real life actions, as well as,
notices about sexual literature APPLY HERE.

Note about this particular story in the "Timmy" series: There are many
african-american doctors, lawyers, chefs, newscasters, PRESIDENTS teachers,
ministers and other exceptionally fine men. "Timmy Visits the Projects" is
simply about those african-americans who are none of the above. NO OFFENSE
is intended as this particular gang of black guys enjoys itself. Language
that may be considered "offensive" is not used with intent to "offend'. It
is only used for a sense of character authenticity. I love african-american
men. I suck african-american men. The semen of african-american is
delicious. I voted for a partial african-american. I like Michelle Obama. I
watch Oprah. :-)






It was an overcast and humid mid-summer day in the Chicagoland area. High
temperatures were made extreme by the barometric pressure which in turn,
made any businessman sweating as he waited for the commuter train at 7
a.m., wonder why the Mid-west remained so resistant to linen suits.

Due to the weather, Timmy's father decided to take the day off.  Instead,
he planned to simply make a brief conference call to his office at 9:30
a.m. and then get additional paperwork done from home -- and all while just
wearing loose sweat shorts and a t-shirt!

Timmy was up and came into his dad's den complaining. "Mommy wants me to go
to the mall today. Do I have to go, too? I mean, since you're home, can I
stay here with you?"

"You don't want to go to the mall, Timmy?", his father replied as he patted
his lap inviting his little son to hop aboard.

Timmy grinned as he lifted his small butt and sat right down on where he
knew his daddy's big penis was bulging out the front of his sweat
shorts. He wiggled a few times making his daddy feel real good before
saying, "I want to stay with you today because you're off and I don't want
to look at ladies dresses and stuff." Timmy reached his hand below his butt
and gripped his daddy's thickening erection through the fabric. "Please,
daddy? PLEASE?"

Timmy's father sat on his large leather chair, legs spread, allowing and
enjoying his eight-year-old son giving him what was, in effect, a
spontaneous version of a lapdance. Then, as he felt his erection begin to
grow too large, he told his little guy to hop down. "We'll get nothing done
today if you keep that up", he whispered as he rustled his fingers through
his son's mop of blonde hair. "Let's go see what your mother has to say
about it."

Waiting a minute to let his cock go down to respectable limits, he then led
Timmy to the kitchen where his mother was on the phone with someone.

"That would be great, Miranda", she said to the woman that her husband knew
to be a friendly neighbor on their street. "It'll just be Timmy and
myself...we can meet you at Nordstroms for a muffin at 11:30 if you'd like
to meet us there..."

Hearing that, Timmy groaned but his father knew better. He signaled for his
wife's attention. As she looked up at them, she said, "Hang on a second,
Miranda...hold on..." She then covered the receiver with her palm and
asked, "What is it?"

"Timmy wants to stay here with me today", Timmy's dad said.

"You don't want to go shopping with me, honey?", his mother asked looking
at her cutie pie little boy.

Timmy shook his head and said, "No, do I have to?"

"Of course you don't have to," his mother said. "I just thought you'd want
to. But as long as your dad took the day off, you can certainly stay
here. It's so warm anyway."

Timmy gave his daddy an elated grin, showing off where he was missing a
front tooth.

His father gave him a big wink in return as he said to his wife, "Yeah,
we'll just be stuck doing guy things instead today, hon."

And as they left the room, they could hear Timmy's mother say, "Hey, Mir,
change in plans. Timmy's going to stay home with his dad today. So why
don't I swing by and pick you up now instead? Great! We can shop...and
maybe go to Lassiter's for lunch..."

In the living room, Timmy jumped up and down.

His father chuckled as he saw his son so excited to be spending another day
alone with him. In fact, he'd been hoping for just such an opportunity to
bring his eight-year-old on a very special adventure he'd been thinking
about while at work for nearly a month already.

At nine-thirty, Timmy's mother left to pick up Miranda. As she pulled out
of the driveway, his father told the boy to go upstairs and change into
just his little swimsuit and some sneakers. "It's so hot and humid today,
you won't need anything else. I think I'll wear what I'm wearing, in fact."
As he watched his son race up the stairs, he returned to his den and made a
ten-minute conference call to his office.

"All done!", Timmy said as he bounded the stairs as few minutes later.

"Me, too!", his father, coming out of the den, replied as he looked at his
bare-chested little boy all ready to go on one of their special and very
secret adventures.

They got in the car and started driving. Timmy was wearing so little that
his father decided not to turn on the air conditioning, instead rolling
down the windows. The blowing wind as they sped along felt good but as they
came to the first lengthy stoplight, the sweltering heat prompted Timmy to
say, "Good thing I'm just wearing these, right daddy?"

"That's right, Timmy", his father said as he squeezed his son's smooth
kneecap. As they pulled onto the interstate, he then told his son, buckled
into the front passenger seat, to spread his legs a little.

"How come daddy?", Timmy smiled knowing his daddy always had fun games to
play.

His father simply nodded to an 18-wheeler semi they were fast approaching.

Timmy giggled, as he knew what his father wanted the trucker to see. So the
boy sat with his baby-smooth thighs spread wide, his red swimsuit all
tented where his little boner was throbbing.

Timmy's father moved to the left lane and slowed as to casually parallel
the semi in the right lane. With the windows down, any trucker would have a
perfect view into their Volvo and directly down at his little son's buckled
in body.

And sure enough, the trucker in the big rig they came upon first slowed his
speed in order to meet the shocking view he was getting. Timmy looked up
and saw a man in mirrored sunglasses, a cap and plaid shirt looking down at
him. The minute Timmy smiled, the trucker smiled right back.

"Spread 'em some more, son", Timmy's father said as he kept one eye on the
road and the other on the game they were playing. Timmy scooted some more
in his seat, letting the trucker get a good eyeful of his tented swimsuit.

"Turn some so the man can see your butt, too, Timmy", his father then
instructed. And as best he could, Timmy turned within his buckled seatbelt
and without any asking, pulled down the back of his little swimsuit. The
trucker looked at the tiny, smooth buttocks being flashed at him through
the window and honked his truck's horn loud, making Timmy jump back into
place and then giggle.

They paralleled some more but then Timmy's father had to speed up and move
over in order to allow other cars going into the city to pass.

They then moved back into the left lane and slowed some as to let the
Peterbilt truck catch up with them again. This time it was Timmy who was in
for a surprise. As the Volvo paralleled the trucker's window, the man
lifted up and showed off his thick, big dick to the boy. The trucker had
apparently gotten himself ready for this second encounter with Timmy and
was now unbuttoned, wagging his big meat as it stuck out of the fly of his
jeans.

Timmy pointed and laughed as the trucker smiled at him, obscenely showing
off his big, uncut cock to the little boy.

"Pull your suit down, son", Timmy's father said as he was watching every
moment of the trucker's antics. Once Timmy got his suit down to his knees,
his father reached over and began to fondle and manipulate his son's small
erection. All the trucker could see through Timmy's window though was a
large adult man's hand masturbating the exhibitionistic child.

Just as things were on the verge of getting too heated, though, a pick up
truck was on the back bumper of the Volvo, pushing it to go faster. Timmy's
dad looked at the speedometer and although they were playing this sex game
at 85 miles per hour, that just apparently still wasn't fast enough for the
Eisenhower Expressway.

Again, he sped up and got into the right lane, allowing the GMC Jimmy to
fly pass them. As he told his son to pull up his swimsuit again, he then
asked if Timmy had had fun.

Timmy laughed and looking out his side view mirror said it was so much fun
and wondered where the trucker might have gone.

"I imagine he's slowed down back there to clean up. My guess would be that
you got that man to blow his cumload, son. I'll bet you that right now he's
behind us somewhere wiping up the sperm you got him to make", Timmy's
father said as he again squeezed his son's knee encouragingly.

Timmy beamed knowing he'd made a stranger cum at 85 mph!

The two of them talked about nothing in particular for a few more
minutes. They were approaching the city and Timmy looked around at how
different everything was from their affluent suburb. He smelled diesel fuel
and sour odors as the hot winds blew in through the windows. He looked
around and saw old church steeples popping out from dingy, crowded
neighborhoods along the expressway. He pointed to a junk car lot, amazed by
the sea of pancake-thin crushed cars.

Seeing the overhead interstate sign which read "Malcolm X Drive", his
father then made a sudden turn and exited the highway. Timmy looked around
at the urban blight they fast approached, a fast food fried chicken place
the only colorful thing within eyeshot.

"Where are we going, daddy?", Timmy asked as he subconsciously grabbed a
hold of his father's elbow for security.

"To a special neighborhood", his father replied as he carefully looked
around and at all the street signs they passed.

"There's a lot of junky houses around here", Timmy said observing the slums
they drove through. Then with a whisper he added, "And why is everybody a
different color than us? You know, not white?"

Timmy's father, also a bit hesitant, had to chuckle at that. "That's
because we're in what's mostly a black area of the city. In fact, we might
be the only white faces for miles around here. Nothing to be scared of,
son...just roll up your window."

The boy pressed the automatic button as his father turned on the air
conditioner. They drove for a few more blocks and then turned down a
similar street.

Once he saw the run-down high-rise buildings and the large sign, "Martin
Luther King Homes", Timmy's father knew he'd found the locale of his next
special game with Timmy. Every eye they had passed had looked at their
vehicle, noticing both the out-of-place Volvo as well as the white faces
within it.

But Timmy's dad tried hard to keep in mind what another man - who was also
getting head from the same cocksucker in the woods one day after work -- a
month earlier had told him. After zipping up, Timmy's dad had shared a few
stories with this man about Timmy's naughty antics, never revealing it was
his own son he was talking about, of course - just saying it was some kid
he'd seen a few times in the same woods. It was then that this man gave him
the idea for the special game they were now playing.

He was a black criminal defense attorney who lived in Hinsdale but worked
in the Loop. He suggested that whoever the kid's dad was ought to take that
little Timmy slut for a spin by the Martin Luther King Projects one
day. The black attorney had numerous clients who lived at the MLK Homes and
so he knew a lot about the lurid sex its male residents partook of all day
and night. He explained that as long as it was during daylight hours,
especially before noon when many of the gangbangas in the 'hood were still
combating hang-overs or exhausted from doing crack the night before, any
white face in the area should be fine.

Again, Timmy's dad tried to remember those words as he pulled the Volvo to
the street curb directly across from a basketball court. Five men, all
huge, very dark black bucks and none wearing not much more than loose
sweatpants or baggy basketball shorts stopped playing as they looked up to
scope out the foreign car that parked not twenty feet from them.

Timmy's father turned off the air conditioner. He fully opened the car's
windows knowing these men would immediately see Timmy since the passenger
seat was directly next to the cracked and crumbled sidewalk that ran along
side the bleak basketball court.

"Just relax and go with whatever might happen, okay, Timmy?", his father
said as he discreetly double-checked his cell phone to make sure "911" was
on the auto-dial list.

As Timmy looked around, no one else other than these big black men even
seemed to be outside. But it was still early for life in the hood to be in
full swing and the temps were blazing, especially without trees for shade
anywhere near these projects.

"Unbuckle your seat belt, son", Timmy's father instructed as he looked over
at the basketball court again. "I think they see you."

And sure enough the five men looked and one said something to another and
then there was some laughing from the men.

One of the five, wearing just bright dayglo-orange sweatpants, gang tats
across his abdomen and a huge gold chain around his thick neck yelled over,
"What's white baby boy wanting this fine mornin'?"

The other men all laughed as they shifted back and forth a bit trying to
discern what the white Volvo and its occupants were up to.

"Mighty fine car there, white baby boy", the man, apparently the leader of
the pack, said. "What you do for a livin' ta 'fford a nice car like that?"

Again the men laughed as they left the basketball court and came around the
chained fencing to the sidewalk. The five looked even more massive and
threatening as they got closer. They were as dark as Hershey bars and their
muscles shone with sweat like the biggest, blackest stallions at a
racetrack.

Timmy sat still but then smiled at the leader as he stared directly at the
man's long penis, which seemingly was snaking down one leg of the huge
black man's loose sweatpants toward his knee.

The man looked at his gang buddies as they all noticed exactly where and
what it was that Timmy was ogling.

Then, looking up and down the blighted urban street, the leader groped his
lengthy snaker a bit, obscenely obvious in the dayglo orange sweatpants,
and teased, "This what you come for, little white baby? This what you
lookin' at, baby boy?"

Timmy just nodded slowly as he continued to stare at the men's big black
bodies. He had never seen a black man upclose and never knew they could be
so muscular and huge.

"Who'z dat in there with you, baby boy?", the leader asked as he and his
boyz were on the sidewalk now but a couple of feet away from Timmy. The man
leaned down to look in the window. "That your daddy? Or your pimp, baby?"

"He don't gots to be just one or the other, do he?", one his buddies
joked. The five black toughs laughed as the leader stepped off the curb and
boldly leaned right in through Timmy's window.

"You want something or what?", he said directly and rather threateningly to
Timmy's dad. "I mean, you selling or just come out to point out hung
niggers to your baby here?" The man's huge, dark muscled physique filled
and nearly overwhelmed Timmy's open window.

Timmy's father cleared his throat...and then cleared it again; his foot
hung above the gas pedal; his hand ready to press the "911" button on the
cell phone dial. "No, no...just having some fun today", he said in
reassuring reply.

"Yeah?", the huge black man shouted back, "What kinda fun? Lookin' at the
po'ex con niggers dicks all day kinda fun? Lookie at them negro gangstas
like yo' see on the MTV, son? They hung bigger than we white folk kinda
fun? I'll take you ta see some nigger muscle and nigger dicks flopping
around while they's plays the basketball like Shaq? That sort of white folk
fun?"

Before the man knew it though or could continue his tirade, Timmy's little
hand, nearest the open window, reached and softly gripped the thick snaking
mound that ran down the black tough's sweatpants.

Raised in the 'hood, where packs of gang bros routinely get into a
five-year-old little sistas' panties and where most every dude as early as
juvey hall comes to love squirting cum up other bros' butts, the man didn't
pull back the way some lilly-livered white men might. Instead he stood
still and just let Timmy's small hand get a good feel. He looked down
amazed to see such little fingers - little white fingers no less-- so
aggressively gripping and stroking the length of cock that hung inside his
sweatpants.

"You fuckin' like that?", he said in a near whisper. "You like the way that
black meat feels, white baby?"

Timmy nodded as he then surprised the man by shoving his whole hand down
the front of the black leader's bright orange pants. The man wasn't wearing
anything under them as was apparent from the obvious snaker he'd been
showing. But Timmy wasn't expecting the sweaty penis to thicken even more
once within his grip. He was sure the man had to have been erect before
-his penis was so prominent in his sweats.

But he was wrong. The man had not even been hard before although his cock
hosed down to his knee. But now as his little hand explored inside the
front of the black man's stretchy pants, as Timmy was feeling the odd
crinkly curls of the man's afro-pubic hair, the penis thickened and grew to
an even more enormous length and girth.

"What da fuck he doin' ta you, Tyrone?", one of his buddies asked
knowingly, as they all watched exactly what was going on. "You letting a
white dude's baby feel you up, man?"

The four men laughed as three then neared Timmy's side of the car, groping
themselves lightly as the fourth went around to the driver's side, getting
himself a better view through Timmy's dad's open window.

This fourth guy, much younger than the rest, with a big long dick showing
through his shiny NBA shorts, and sporting shaved head and wearing two gold
crowns on his front teeth, leaned in and said, "You let your kid play like
this, man?"

Timmy's father nodded and said that Timmy loved such games.

"No shit", the fourth guy said in semi-disbelief.

With that, as Timmy reached his free hand out the window and squeezed the
obscene mound of a second of the four men hovering outside his
door. Squeezing now on two of the men's cocks, he said, "And I can suck
real good too."

Hearing that, the big black leader in orange sweats leaned in through
Timmy's window again and asked Timmy's father, "He serious? This baby of
yours into sucking dicks, man?"

"Pull it out and he'll show you", Timmy's father replied calmly.

Just then, a city police cruiser slowly approached. The leader in orange
sweats pulled back, freeing himself and his cock from Timmy's little
grasp. Inside the vehicle were two officers, both blacks. They were going
no more than ten-miles an hour, apparently trying to assess what was the
only activity on the street. Seeing these guys they knew well surrounding a
Volvo, they pulled along side but remained in the opposite lane.

"What's going on here?", the cop behind the wheel sternly asked.

"Jus' us black folk talkin' to these white folk", the fourth guy on the
street side said. As he moved away from the car window a bit, the cops
could see Timmy and his dad.

"You okay?", the cop driving asked Timmy's father.

"We're fine", Timmy's dad replied.

"What are you all doing here?", he asked Timmy's father.

"Ain't it a free country?", Tyrone interrupted. "Since when can't the
whites talk to the blacks in this America here?"

"Shut up, Tyrone", the other cop, in the passenger seat, shouted.

"Everything's fine, officers", Timmy's father again said. "They were just
going to show my son here how to shoot some hoops..."

"Yeah, that's all we was doing", Tyrone said. "Fuck, man, can't the black
man even teach a whitey nothing nowadays?"

"We know you and your homies here better than that, Tyrone", the cop
driving said. "And make sure you call your parole officer this
Friday. Don't have him calling us again."

Tyrone flagged off the comment saying, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, man. Can't even
let a bro forgets for a minute, can ya?"

"Not felony convicted bros, we can't", the cop said.

"Well, da man said they're okay", Tyrone said. "Likes he said, we's gunna
help his little boy goldilocks here shoots some hoops. That don't go
against none of our paroles, now does it?"

"No, not so long as everyone - and we mean everyone - gets home in one
piece. Just the way they came, Tyrone", the cop in the passenger seat
shouted out.

"You sure everything's okay here, sir?", the cop driving asked Timmy's dad
a final time.

"Yeah, yeah, we're all just fine", he said as he smiled nervously.

"Well, okay then...", the cop driving said as the patrol car moved on very
slowly down the street.

"Too fucking cool. You two are too fucking da bomb!", Tyrone said with a
smile as he leaned in through Timmy's window. "'Course, now we's got to
kill you all..." But before anything else could be said, he laughed and
said he was just teasing. "Fuck, we wouldn't fucking kill whiteys like you
who play the same shit we love playin!"

Tyrone then looked up and down the desolate block, not even caring who
might be looking out any one of hundreds of windows of the slummy project
high-rises behind them. He pulled down the front of his orange sweats,
exposing his long, black, arm-thick cock. "You think your kid can handle
all this, man?"

Timmy's eyes bugged out as his dad nodded for his son to show the man what
he could do. Timmy used both hands to try to hold onto the super thick
penis, at its full erect length, measuring no shorter than eleven
inches. He opened his little jaws super wide as Tyrone's buddies leaned in
to watch through the windows.

"Fucka damnation, Ty, he's gunna do it, man!" one of the other guys said as
they watched Timmy lick and slobber his young tongue all around Tyrone's
dark pink uncut cockhead, all drooling and oozing in black man precum.

"Fuck, Tyrone, the white baby's sucking up your stuff, man!", the youngest
of the gang guy said as he watched and stroked the length of his own
erection through his Lakers shorts.

"Window service, my man!", Tyrone teased as he rested his arms akimbo to
watch the little white boy suckle on his huge black erection. "Slurp all
that good stuff, baby boy...dats the way...white boy getting fed some
niggers junk, just how it should be...'n'his daddy watchin'. Is 'is daddy
watching good? Watching big nigga dick drooling junk into his baby's
mouth?"

Timmy's dad, slowly massaging his own erection through his sweat shorts as
he sat behind the wheel of the Volvo, made sure to keep one eye on the
desolate urban street where they'd parked along the curb and another on his
son, Timmy's mouth as it was being heavily juiced in the glistening flow of
precum poring from Tyron's big black cock. He watched as the total
stranger, clearly a gang leader in these projects, stood on the curb and
pressed firmly along side the car rather forcefully pushing his huge black
horsedick at his son's gently sucking lips.

He kept watch out the sideview mirror making sure the cops didn't come back
unexpectedly as he watched his eight-year-old son's free hands also start
to massage the crotches of two other members of this MLK Homes gang. Not
wanting to miss out, standing on either side of Tyrone two more of the five
black dudes pressed their way closer into the little boy's open passenger
seat window allowing the little white kid to openly fondle and stroke their
black boners through their basketball shorts as he continued to slobber
down amber ooze from Tyrone's wide flaring piss slit.

The younger gang member at Timmy's father's window leaned in some to watch
the action. "You're one nasty daddy", he said in a way that was both
shocked and most delighted. "You teach 'em to do that, man?"

Timmy's father nodded a bit as they all watched Timmy service the crotches
pressed to his window. "Yes and no", he said in a low voice. "Like they
say, you can lead a horse to water but ..."

"...Can't make 'im drink", Tyrone loudly said over the car roof completing
the phrase. "Yeah, heard that 'bout these babies who take to drinkin' junk
easy."

Timmy repositioned himself on the passenger seat, kneeling now with his
head almost out the window. This allowed Tyrone to thrust his cock into the
boy's mouth more easily without hitting the side of the car. And it placed
Timmy's little butt right in the faces of his daddy and the other black
youth who wasted no time. The black teen in shiny NBA shorts and sporting
two gold crowns on his front teeth reached right through the driver's side
window and pulled down the back of Timmy's little red swimsuit.

"Look at that little whi'baby butt", the overgrown tatted teen said to
Timmy's dad as his face was right in his. "Bet you get a shitload o'cash
for that, don't ya?" The black teen used his long fingers to play with
Timmy's pink little butthole and Timmy responded by spreading his legs
wider giving whoever's finger it was better access to play with him.

Timmy's father sat there watching this black teen fingering his boy's tiny
butthole. The contrast of his son's white butt, pink sphincter and the gang
member's dark chocolate skin highlighted the penetration of the
fingerfucking. The tall basketball playing youth's finger looked almost as
long as some men's erect cocks.

"How much you git for that hole, daddy?", the youth, smelling of sweat and
the projects, asked.

"I don't sell him", Timmy's father said calmly.

Tyrone, on the opposite side of the vehicle hearing that chuckled, "He's
one of those daddies who gives it free, am I right Volvo daddy? 'Bet yo
wife don't even know you do this, right? Yo' baby's not for sale...white
baby holes' free...but always busy, right?

"If we was selling 'im, it'd cost $200 no prob. Unless you're one of these
pimp daddies who like to see that they sell baby butt cheap? But you kin
git 200, maybe 500 in yo'neighborhood...why you here?"

"He wants ta see us niggers dicking inside his baby, dats why, Germaine",
Tyrone stated as he felt Timmy's lips suckle on his flaring cockhead. "Go
on, white baby,", he cooed as he looked down at the blonde haired boy
sucking his cock, "Hold Tyrone's big nigger shaft with two hands if ya's
need to..."

Germaine nodded to Timmy's dad to take a poke at his son's open, spread
hole. "I wants to see you put it in him, man."

Without hesitation, Timmy's father stole a last glance out the rear view
mirror and then joined Germaine's long black index finger where it was
sliding in and out of his second-grader's pink butthole.

"Go ahead, letz see if we can git two in im," Germaine said as he continued
to lean through the driver's side window. Without removing his finger, he
let Timmy's father's right index finger poke and prod along side of it,
gently disappearing into his son's tiny hole.

Timmy grunted as he sucked more and more of Tyrone's mandingo black shaft
into his throat.

Bending slightly to see what Germaine and this kid's dad were doing to him
inside the car, Tyrone said, "Sheeeeeet, man, you two are fuckin' too
much...git a load o'what they're doin' in there to this white baby", he
added directing his other homies attention to the interior of the car. The
three other gang guys leaned in and watched as Germaine and Timmy's father
finger fucked the little boy who continued to kneel on his seat.

That gave big Tyrone an idea. "Turn your goddamn engine on, my man", he
ordered. Immediately Timmy's father pulled his finger out of his son's butt
and turned the ignition key.

"You gots them euro adjustible seats in this machine, right man?", Tyrone
said.

Timmy's father nodded as he watched the leader's huge black schlong swing
and sway as it hung out of his shorts.

"Raise this baby's seat as high as it goes man...we want some of dat",
Tyrone continued.

Knowing what the men on the curbside were intending, Timmy's father used
the buttons to automatically adjust his son's passenger seat to its highest
position. This made it much easier to his son's little bottom to be
directly accessible through his open window.

"We wants to screw 'im", that okay, pimp daddy?", Tyrone sneered as he
watched the seat raise up to a perfect height.

Timmy turned around on his seat, knowing what the men at the curb were
wanting to do.

"Pull off your swimsuit, Timmy", his father directed softly. He again
looked out the rear view mirror. "You guys sure its okay here?", he asked
as he could see that although the street was dead, there were five
high-rise units beyond the basketball court.

"Fuck, yeah, itz okay", Lavaar, a bald guy with massive tattoos on his huge
pecs said. "Mo' fucking shit goes on in them units."  The men all laughed.

Tyrone, pulling his orange sweats down to his knees, seemingly not at all
uptight about being openly erect right on the street, his high round black
ass exposed, "Likes these folks 'round here are gunna quit the crack for a
sec or pull out'a their own little niece to bust us? If anything, we might
be joined by some homies watchin' and strokin' right now through one of dem
windows."

He then stood directly at the side of the open passenger side window, his
massive black cock in the car looking for Timmy's butt.

"Come on", Germaine said to Timmy's dad. "Let's see this white baby do some
real trickin right fuckin' now."

Timmy's father, excited but never having expected this to take place in
such an open place, again looked all around and in the mirrors. He stroked
his cock through his shorts knowing that he, too, wanted to see his little
son service huge black dicks through the open window.

Germaine leaned in further, crossing in front of Timmy's father and much to
his surprise started to open-mouth kiss Timmy's mouth. The black tough then
pulled back and ordered Timmy's dad to do the same. "Kiss your kid like
that, man...come on...and pull down yo shorts man, its like 100
degrees...release the bone, man."

Timmy's father lifted his ass in order to get his sweats down to mid-thigh,
thereby freeing his own large, thick erection.

"Whoa, white daddy's got some meat, you dudes", Germaine said. All four of
the others peaked in through the windows to get a glimpse of Timmy's dad's
erection.

"Not quite nigger dick...", Tyrone laughed, "But can see why this baby
don't choke on nigger meat in his throat."

"Come on, man, tongue kiss yo'kid", Germaine again prodded. "Let's see
white daddy kiss on that baby he's givin' away."

Without any hesitation, Timmy's father began to gently but lewdly make out
with his eight-year old son, knowing he was part of the show for these
violent gang members using his son's most willing little orifices. He
slobbered openly and aggressively on Timmy's mouth knowing full well the
flavor he tasted on his own son's tongue and breath was the copious precum
of Tyrone.

As they made out, Tyrone reached in and guided little Timmy's butt to the
open window. As he knelt on the bucket seat, his small white butt, spread
as open as possible was made available to men standing on the curb.

Tyrone was first to have a go. He was leader and most aggressive of the
gang. His wrist-thick black cock was slick and shiny in the bright morning
sun as it had been oozing with precum from the start. That lube made
penetration easy, despite the fact he was entering the tight butthole of a
second-grade boy.

His homies knew Tyrone's ooze and size would make the fucking all that much
easier when it was their turn. The others kept watch as they stroked their
dicks seeing little more than Tyrone bucking and fucking into the open
window of a white Volvo. They knew what he was doing, but it would be more
difficult for those not knowing to understand the service they were getting
curbside. The other guys stroked their erections through their shorts as
they watched and heard their leader roughly screwing the little kid inside
the car. They'd catch brief glimpses of the boy's small white bottom and
upper thigh but for the most part, they'd each be screwing just a hole open
to them through a window. It wasn't their problem the kid's daddy was
pimping it out - even for free.

Inside the car, still tongue-kissing his little boy, Timmy's dad watched as
he could only see the upper loins of Tyrone as the man fucked his little
son. His cock throbbed as he watched what he came there for, the reason
he'd brought Timmy to these projects. As Tyrone clearly ejaculated into
Timmy's butt, he stepped back and immediately Timmy's father could see the
cock and upper loins of another of the gang guys step up to fuck his son
through the window.

"He's on two", Germaine said as he looked through the driver's window the
whole time. "You gunna let us all do him, right?" he asked Timmy's dad who
just nodded as his lips stayed planted on his son's.

"He damn better...or else I's not too sure his Volvo here will have any
tires to get themselves back to their lily white suburbs, Germaine", Tyrone
said, slightly joking, as he pulled up his day-glo orange sweats over his
horsecock. His cock was still so big it made an obvious tent flopping
around as the big black man made his way around to the driver's side of the
car to watch, too.

As Tyrone poked his head into the drivers side window to watch his buddies
screw Timmy, he said, "That little baby butt ain't going nowhere without a
few mo'loads of nigger junk in it. Dat's what yo' came for, ain't it, pimp
daddy?"

Timmy's dad nodded and smiled. "That's right...isn't that right, Timmy?"

Timmy through a grimacing look of mild pain as the second gang member
ejaculated into him, suddenly grinned, showing his missing front tooth as
he did. "I like it when the warm stuff comes out..."

As a third gang guy took his place at the curb for the free fuck they were
all being offered, the others could see plainly see that Timmy was a hungry
little white boybitch.

Tyrone, looking in said, "Damn, man, you could be making money...real money
off this baby here...you don't fucking sell this fine little white boy? To
anybody?"

Timmy's dad shook his head. "Why sell what you can give away so easily?
Besides its more fun this way."

"You're fucked up man", Tyrone laughed. "Hell, even in the jail, the butt
sluts sell it sometimes for cigs or drugs, man. Some let dudes squirt the
junk in them but even in them showers some got to cough up candy or a
magazine for a squirt ride on those butt sluts."

"Damn, Ty", Germaine added. "Remem'er that white boy...the one who killed
his family? Shit, even he wanted a Marlboro for every squirt of junk he
drank in the prison showaz!"

"Well, Timmy likes it without anything in return, right son?", Timmy's dad
asked as his son moaned while the third man shot black buck cum into him.

"Yeah, daddy...", is all the boy could mutter as the man pulled out of his
tiny ass with a loud, sloppy sound.

Seeing Timmy's father's erection throbbing and jutting up onto the steering
wheel, Germaine suddenly grabbed it and held it firm. "Suck yo daddy's
meat, you pimped out baby." He wagged Timmy's dad's large cock at the boy
as he, Tyrone and Timmy's father watched as Timmy leaned forward a bit and
opened his mouth wide. He sucked on his father's cockhead and the man
thought he'd lose his load immediately. The heat of the day added to the
sweaty, steamy heat of the black men's bodies surrounding the car were
nearly too much for Timmy's dad.

"Git around and pump your junk into that baby's backside", Tyrone said,
directing Germaine, the last of the five men to have a turn, to go around
to the passenger side of the car.

Germaine, with a huge woody rigidly tenting out the front of his shiny
basketball shorts, openly walked around the front bumper to Timmy's open
window. There he pulled down the front of his shorts, just as had all the
other dudes and aimed his huge black teen cockhead directly at the little
white hole still all shiny and dripping in the semen of his
brothas. Without much effort, his thick erection penetrated the pink hole
left open and slick by four other huge cocks. In just a few strokes, he
tensed and added more nigger sperm to the boy's little orifice.

Tyrone, now joined by the others watching through the driver's side window,
continued to hold Timmy's father's erection at its root as Timmy sucked and
slobbered on it. Using the father and son something like a porno movie or
toy, Tyrone seemed to enjoy feeding the white daddy's cock to his own
little son. "Lookie at him hungry for yo'meat, daddy", Tyrone muttered as
he watched Timmy's lips suck down the shaft of his dad. "We want ta see you
shoot that daddy junk into his mouth, got that?", he said to Timmy's dad.

Timmy's father could only breath hard as he nodded, knowing this black gang
would not be happy if they didn't see his cock blow its load of seed into
his son. As his breathing increased, Tyrone whispered, "You gunna do it?
Gunna cum, pimp daddy?"

Again, Timmy's father could just nod as the men watched closely.

"Let's see it", Germaine said, from where he now peered in through Timmy's
window. "Let's see this daddy pimp shoot his junk, Tyrone."

"Tell your kid to ease up a sec", Tyrone ordered Timmy's dad. "We want to
see yo stuff shoot in him."

Timmy's father gently pulled his son's head and sucking mouth off his
thick, hairy cock just enough where the black gang could see the wide head
of his cock as it prepared to send volleys of thick semen into the air.

"Come on, whitey...blow that hot junk at yo pimped out kid's mouth, man",
Tyrone said with a heavy voice.

"Yeah, do it," Germaine added as the five men peered in to see a white
father feed semen to his own son. "One mo'load a junk for the little baby
whore, man...do it...do it!"

Timmy's father was in such intense ecstasy that he could do nothing but
lean back in his leather bucket seat, eyes shut as he began to ejaculate
intensely in front of these gang members. The first shot of semen flew high
into the air, hitting the overhead light. A second shot coated the steering
wheel. Without opening his eyes he could hear the men tell Timmy to get in
there and catch the rest. With that, Timmy's father could feel his son's
open mouth at his cockhead. He opened his eyes and watched as five more
blasts of semen popped into his boy's open mouth - much to the delight of
the black men watching.

As they all watched Timmy swallow the wads and wads of semen from his own
father, the men stepped back from the car. Tyrone leaned into the vehicle
and grabbed Timmy's mouth as to make sure the boy swallowed all the
semen. "You gots yo'self a good deal here, man. Since you don't sell
'im. What ya say you leave him here with us and we'll make 'im rich for
you, man?"

"I don't think so", Timmy's father said softly with a smile as he pulled up
his sweat shorts, hoping they could get going now that all had had their
fun with Timmy.

"No, serious man", Tyrone said sternly. "You don't got to be a part if you
don't want. We could do it for ya. Pimp 'im out easy. You don't need to
worry none 'bout doing it yo'self."

Timmy laughed and asked what 'pimp out' meant.

"Mean's people...lots of people ...would give money for that pretty baby
ass and mouth of yours white boy...would you like that?"

Timmy laughed and looked at his daddy.

"We don't sell Timmy...Timmy does this for free because he likes it, right
Timmy?", his father said, now getting nervous.

"I love it, it was cool". Timmy grinned big.

"Oh, man, he fucking loves it, see?", Tyrone said. "Fuck, we'd make some
big money outta him. Come on, man, let us have him one week...one
night...and we's show you what we mean...make cash out of those
holes...even at a dollar a load of junk, he'd make 200 bucks a night."

As Tyrone made a gesture of some sort, suddenly Germaine, on the other side
of the Volvo went to open the passenger side door. Fortunately Timmy's
father had set the automatic locks.

"Come on, pimp man, you know you like dicks unloading their junk in
him...one fucking week...let us have him for a damn fucking week and we'll
bring him back", Tyrone said threateningly. "White baby ass on the street?
We'll all make money...he don't even want any..."

As Germaine grabbed Timmy's arm, he said, "Come on white slut, mo' nigger
dicks for you and white dicks too...you wanna make some money?"

Timmy looked at his daddy with fear. As Timmy's dad tried to raise the
windows, Tyrone flashed a gun he'd had hidden in his hightop
sneaker. "Don't go playin' us niggers, whitey. Shooting junk in this kid
can make us all rich, man...so don't be fuckin' stupid..."

Just then they all heard "No, don't you be stupid, Tyrone. Put down the
gun.", over a loudspeaker. Without seeing them, the police cruiser had
pulled ahead and had watched the last minutes of threats.

Tyrone, not really intending to kill anyone immediately groaned a shout
back at the cops, "Sheeeeeeet, wasn't gunna shoot nobody, man...what kinda
brothas are you, anyway?"

As the other four gang members ran in four different directions, one of the
officers with gun out, approached the Volvo. He grabbed Tyrone's gun from
where he'd laid it on the hood of the car and then quickly handcuffed the
man who put up no resistance.

"Looks like the only tight white ass you might be seeing in the near future
will be back in jail, Tyrone", the cop said as he frisked the well hung
buck. "Did the kid take all this?", the cop whispered as his hand ran along
Tyrone's huge flaccid shaft.

"All of it, and four more, too", Tyrone said.

The other officer approached and led the handcuffed Tyrone to the back of
the patrol cruiser where he was locked in.

The first and younger black officer stood at Timmy's father's open
window. "We were wondering what you were doing here."

"We were all just talking, honestly officer...", Timmy's father
pathetically tried to explain.

"No one around these projects just talks, sir.", the officer said as he
looked into the Volvo's interior. "And it's an interesting conversation you
must have been having. .22 automatic, little boy without any pants on,
seminal fluid dripping from your steering wheel...who exactly was talking?"

Timmy's father became red and silenced.

"Why is this boy not wearing any pants?", the officer asked.

"Put on your swimsuit, son", Timmy's father said quietly, not having
noticed his son had failed to put them back on after his window side
fuckings.

"Let me see your license, sir.", the officer said as he was joined by his
partner at the car. Reading it, he said, "And who is this with you?"

"He's my daddy", Timmy said as he finished pulling on his little red
swimsuit.

"This is your son?", the officer asked.

"Yes", Timmy's father replied softly.

The other older black officer went around to Timmy's window and asked the
boy, "Are you alright, little one?"

Timmy nodded and grinned and said they were fine. Despite the boy's words,
the officer could plainly see a long glop of semen that clung to the boy's
smooth cheek.

"Fine, huh?", the officer asked.

"Huh-ha", Timmy said happily.

The two officers looked at one another across the roof of the Volvo. Then
the officer at Timmy's dad's window said to his partner, "You go first..."

Timmy's father, behind the steering wheel could hear him say that but
didn't know what they meant until he saw the officer at his son's window
lean down again. "You like sucking these?", he asked as he ever so slightly
groped his own crotch.

Timmy looked at the officer and nodded. "A lot, yes!"

The officer stood up again, shrugged at his partner and then slowly
unzipped his dark uniform slacks. From the fly, the officer, a man in his
middle forties, pulled out a very thick uncut black cock and then leaned
into the open window allowing the little white boy to give him a blowjob.

The other officer looked around and then peered in through the driver's
side window, watching Timmy suck his partner's cock. He said to Timmy's
dad, "You're just lucky we're horny for something nasty this morning."

The officer getting head from Timmy stood erect at the window. To most any
passer-by, they'd think he was just standing close to a found
vehicle. Inside, Timmy sucked for all the semen in the black policeman's
penis and was soon rewarded just that morning with another load of semen
from a seventh cock. The man was winded and his nuts relieved as he
ejaculated his black cop seed into the slutty little child. He stood close
to the open window when done to pack away his cock and zip up discreetly.

"All yours", he said casually to his partner as he walked around the front
of the car and then back to their patrol cruiser where, from inside, Tyrone
had watched the entire encounter.

"Give me your car keys, sir", the remaining officer directed of Timmy's
father.

Timmy's father gave him a look of panic to which the officer added, "Just
for a moment, sir...to make sure you don't drive away, sir."

Timmy's father pulled the keys out of the ignition and handed them to the
cop.

"Stay right there, sir", the officer commanded. Then the officer went
around the back of the car where he only appeared again standing at Timmy's
open window.

"How are you, son?", he asked as he squatted at the open window. "What's
your name?"

"Timmy", the boy replied. "Are we in trouble, Mr. Policeman?"

"No, I don't think so", the younger black officer said. "And how old are
you Timmy?"

"Eight", the boy replied relieved they weren't in any trouble.

Very quietly, the officer whispered, "My partner, that other officer you
just sucked...he has a big one, doesn't he?"

Timmy grinned and nodded. "It was real nice and big."

"And tell me know, did that man in the back of the car there also put his
penis in you?", the officer asked.

Timmy looked over to where Tyrone sat handcuffed in the back of the
cruiser. "Yeah...but he wasn't the only one..."

"Yes, we know", the officer said calmly. "We were watching for a while. You
and your daddy don't mind that, do you?"

Timmy shook his head.

"Good, good", the black officer said softly. "Because it was fun
watching. You did a lot of them out here, didn't you?"

"Huh ha", Timmy said holding up five fingers.

"And your daddy's there makes it six fingers", the officer said -- to which
Timmy quickly threw up the index finger of his other hand as he giggled.

"And that other officer would make that seven fingers, right?", the cop
said as he took Timmy's hand and raised another finger. "That's a lot of
them you did, isn't it?"

Timmy smiled and said yes but that sometimes he's done even more.

"Want to do another one?", the officer asked gently. "Now?"

Timmy nodded enthusiastically.

"Hold up another finger", the cop said and Timmy held up eight fingers.

"Good boy", the black cop said. "You're about my son's age but he won't do
this but you will, right? I'm going to stand up now. Unzip me when I tell
you to, okay?"

At that the man stood tall at the curb, just his uniformed crotch visible
and accessible through Timmy's open window. Timmy looked at the policeman's
crotch seeing the man's gun and a mobile unit attached to his hip, which
occasionally muffled an official squawk from their dispatcher.

As he looked, Timmy could see the man's penis looked big as it strained
inside his uniform. His little hand couldn't help but reach and lightly
grope the hard mound, Timmy's small white hand a great contract to the
officer's black bulging slacks.

"Okay, now", the officer said as he stood firmly against the car window,
giving Timmy full access to his throbbing crotch.

Timmy father watched as his son grabbed the tab of the officer's zipper
where it hid behind his Chicago Police Department belt buckle. He watched
as his son slowly pulled the zipper down over an enormous, taut tenting
bulge. Soon they saw white cotton and the opening of the officer's boxers.

Working his little hand into the fly of the black officer's boxers, with
some effort, Timmy was able to pull the ten-inch black cock from its
confines. It popped out in one obscene bouncing movement where it throbbed
and swayed in the little boy's face.

Wasting no time, Timmy began to fellate the officer's huge
horsecock. Timmy's father watched as his son's jaws strained to suck such a
thick black erection, the meaty width of the officer's cock threatening to
tear the corners of his son's young mouth.

Despite his fear, Timmy's father couldn't help but paw his own cock, again
raging with an erection. Here he was watching up close his son service a
seventh black cock. In moments Timmy's father could see the officer's cock
thicken as it reached orgasm. The man then lightly pounded on the roof of
the Volvo trying to restrain the loud moans he'd have preferred to bellow
out. The black patrolman's horsedick pulsated and spewed out copious
amounts of very white semen into Timmy's mouth, some running out of the
boy's mouth and washing his bare neck and chest in shiny wet sperm.

Timmy pulled his mouth off the long erection as it softened. The officer
stayed at the window waiting until his cock softened enough to shove it
back into the fly of his tight uniform slacks. As it grew flaccid, the man
quickly and covertly tucked his meaty cock back into his slacks and zipped
up. He looked down checking for any semen in his uniform. Sure the boy had
drunk most of it, he again squatted at Timmy's open window.

"You do that well....very well", the officer said. "Wish my son did
that. So, you do this a lot, you say?"

Timmy, unaware he was semi-coated in this man's thick semen nodded. "A
lot. I love it. Right, daddy?"

Timmy's father nodded and asked if they were in any trouble now.

The officer stood up straight and walked to the driver's side window.

"You in the habit of taking your son into rough neighborhoods so men can
screw him full of cum?", the officer asked.

Timmy's father said, "No", afraid of telling the policeman the truth.

"My guess would be that this definitely is not your son's first time
sucking big dicks", the cop replied. "And since he is nowhere near the
legal driving age, I'd also suspect he's got himself a regular driver,
right?"

Timmy's father grew crimson.

"He suck you a lot at home?", the officer asked in a whisper.

"Sometimes", Timmy's father replied, his head in his lap.

"Bet its more than sometimes" the cop said. "He's too good for sometimes."

With that, the officer tossed Timmy's dad the car keys. "Next time, park
along Rosa Parks Park...that's where big groups of the young toughs from
'round here hang. My partner and I will keep a look out if you come weekday
mornings for more of the nigger dicks around here."

The officer tossed Timmy's dad's driver's license back at him and said,
"You have a nice day now." The officer then walked back to his patrol
cruiser where he joked about something with his partner who stood along the
patrol car's side door.

As Timmy's father started the Volvo and pulled away from the curb, he and
Timmy saw the younger officer open the back door of the cruiser to let
Tyrone out. And as they slowly drove by, they watched the older officer
uncuff Tyrone who waved and laughed, a gold tooth glinting in the sun.

Timmy and his dad quickly drove off, finding their way back to the
Eisenhower Expressway and more cocks of suburbia.


The End.

