My mom moved to this Southern California neighborhood a few months ago. It's a mixed community with a large percentage of thug-type Blatino guys. Coming from Minnesota, I was always told that thugs were a bunch of illiterate, unwashed idiots with lots of bling-bling - even though, some of the kids back in Cottage Grove, Minnesota said I resembled a younger EMINEM. But here in southern California, being a very fair-haired, fair-skinned, teenage White boy ain't cool in some of these urban areas. And I was told to steer clear of certain sections of this town, if I didn't want to get "iced".

But a few weeks ago, I saw one of those big, bad, thugs, and he actually made me sweat and tremble with some mighty powerful jungle-fever. He was really, really handsome. Not just handsome, but he had a power, a real and natural sexual power. He was so attractive, that he was scary. Sex seemed to ooze from every pore of his perfect body. They all called him Adder; short for Black Adder, which is a poisonous, short-tempered, viper. He looked about eighteen or nineteen, but I was told he was older. Gossip about him says he is really involved in the drug scene and that he has a cadre of boys who do armed-protection for certain rap performers. He's shot a couple of guys, but never killed anybody, and has done time for it; and has several kids by several different girls. But the gossip is that he doesn't give a shit about the kids or their mothers. He pretty much controls all the action over in there in the Crenshaw sector. He's an aloof, cold-blooded know-it-all who has most of the small-time thugs in this area shaking and scared.

But the few times I've come face to face with him at the hip-hop dance emporium, I've never let him intimidate me. I've never released my gaze until he had looked away.

There was one really horrible thing that I'd heard about him, though. If it's true, it pretty much answers a lot about him. The story goes that when he was twelve years old, he had seen his mother shot to death by two rogue cops. His mom was a crack and methamphetamine dealer. And when her house got raided one afternoon, she sat in the living room with his two year old sister on her lap. And when his mom went to pull out the gun hidden on her lap, beneath his sister - they blew her away.

Since that day, so goes the gossip, he hasn't felt anything for anybody. He especially hates all white people. And most of all, he hates faggots; White, Black, Brown or Yellow faggots....he hates them all.

But for whatever reason, that doesn't bother me. Something about him has me completely hypnotized. There is something basically and essentially good within that thick protective armour. Something, that even though it scares me, I have also bonded with it, and feel totally connected with him as result. My whole body trembles with animal lust when I see him or think about him. This feeling grows more overwhelming by the day. I really crave to see his cock. I've decided that his cock has really got to be something totally awesome. And as days pass, I not only want, I need to see his cock - need to sniff his cock - need to taste his cock. Maybe, that might just be the last thing on earth that I ever do, but more than anything else in this world, I need to see, need to smell and need to taste, that cock.

Tonight, against the advice of friends, I wandered into the Winslow section where Adder is known to hang out. It's sort of a ball park, jogging track, recreational-area type place. During the day the normal, everyday folks cautiously make use of it. But at night, winos, junkies, criminals, sex-obsessed teenagers and freaks in general, all make use of the tree-lined, dimly lit, canyon. It was scary, very scary. This kind of behavior pretty much shows that my addiction to Adder comes close to bordering on being suicidal, but I had to give this a try. Do or die! Isn't that the saying?

But after twenty minutes of confused wandering around, I decided to just forget about it. And as I went looking to find my way back out of the place, I heard a loud sound - sort of a menacing growl. It was followed by searing words. "It's a damn good night for killing a White boy. You wanna die, WHITE BOY?"

Quickly looking around, I laid eyes on Adder about twenty feet away. He was moving up from the lake area, towards me. Just for an instant, I felt panic; but then I immediately re-grouped my thoughts. After all, I had asked for this. Now I had to accept the grace and consequences of it happening. I then stoically settled down inside myself.

"What've we got here...a little, evil White boy?" growled Adder.

The oddly hued street lights on the utility pole above our heads lent a surreal, avenging-angel countenance to his angry, handsome face. Suddenly, I became fully aware of just how threatening the guy could be. He seemed to be projecting onto me all the hatred he had for all people in the world who weren't like him. I had never before felt this alienated and alone. Something inside my head told me to just walk away...to just quietly walk away.

"Where the hell you going, mutha fucka?" asked Adder. The words were sprayed at me like a deadly venomous concoction, as I moved away down the path.

"You take one more mutha fucking step, bitch boy, and its doomsday time for ya! Ya got that, bitch boy?" he growled.

I could feel his searing, negative energy ripping up and down my spine, attempting to strip me of all ego. He was really angry. I wasn't sure what he would do. But I stopped and turned to face him. I didn't want to needlessly provoke him. And knew I couldn't outrun him.

He stood there, just staring at me. He kept clenching his hands, making them into fists, and then unclenching them. He didn't say anything. He just kept looking at me, watching...watching. He made me nervous. He did have a look, a feeling, about him that made me want to run. But, no, oh no, I was not going be vanquished by this guy... this thug. He may have all the folks in his little strata fooled, but he didn't fool me. I stalwartly held his gaze; challenging him, yet trying not to adversely provoke him. It was now or never to take control. Do or die, right?

"You just ain't a White boy," he said, "...you a faggot too, ain't ya?"

I said nothing. Just returned my firm, non-aggressive gaze.

"Yeah, you're a fucking White-fag boy", he grumbled. "Tell me..", he continued, "..are all white faggot boys' useless, spineless, pieces of shit?"

He was testing me...trying to provoke me...trying to crush my backbone to make me easier to swallow up. But I was wise to his game now. To hate a whole group of individuals that much, deep down inside, you really, really have to be super scared of that whole group of individuals. Therefore, I was the one obviously in control here because I bore him no ill will at all; I bore him only love.

"Yes,", I smiled, "All white faggot boys are useless, spineless, pieces of shit."

Adder laughed. I didn't expect that laugh. It was warm, open and genuine. He was always such a joyless, somber dude; always seemed so detached, so deadly serious. I suddenly felt that I was penetrating that thick husk, that shell, that armour of immense anger. Could it be that he too felt something for me?

No sooner had he begun to laugh, he stopped, and slapped me hard across the face. But as soon as he had done it, I saw and felt his immense regret. For some reason his hard heart seemed to soften. I had not taken my gaze from his, and he appeared to be weakening from my scrutiny. He sensed that in spite of his great anger and hatred towards me, I wasn't afraid... and that I loved him. And that seemed to chasten him - scare him - humanize him.

He was holding back. He could have beaten me as he had done to countless other dudes, White, Black, Asian and Latino. But it was obvious he didn't want to. He just stood there looking confused and vulnerable through his wasted mask of feigned anger. And even though I sensed he wanted to be hugged, I could only think about his stiff cock.

I wondered what Adder's dick looked like. I wondered how big it was. What shape it was. What color it was. More than ever before, I was filled with the urge to see it, to suck on it, to have him fuck me with it, to feel it inside me.

Maybe I was punchy, I don t know. And perhaps even the chance still existed that I could be beaten to death in a matter of minutes, yet my thoughts remained only on his cock. I was obsessed with the idea; I had to touch his dick. I knew it was swollen. I knew it was aching to be loved. I had to make it feel good. I had to have it.

Being only partially conscious of doing it, I dropped to my knees in front of him. Cautiously, I reached up....I reached up and grabbed it. I somehow knew exactly where it was, even though I couldn't see it beneath his baggy pants. I got it dead center, wrapping my fingers around it, feeling it through the coarse fabric of his cargo pants.

I waited. I waited for a negative reaction. I waited for him to grab my hand and remove it.

But he didn't. Adder didn't move. He was as motionless as a statue. I didn't know what to do. I just held my hand there, not moving it, not stroking that hard throbbing dick at all.

It was ridiculous, touching his dick through his clothes. I wanted to feel his flesh, to feel what this widow-maker's cock felt like. I wanted to make his cock erupt, to see if all the talk about murderous thugs was true; wanted to see if there was anything different at all between lawless thugs and regular, law-abiding dudes. I had to know.

Unzipping the fly, I slid a hand inside the pants. An amazing blast of scented heat seemed to scald my hand. Again, Adder did not move. His eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily, through his nose. He seemed to be someone drugged, or hypnotized. Ah...I got it! I had it in my hand! I actually had Adder's cock in my hand. It was hot and damp inside my fingers. He wore no underwear and I pulled it outside the pants. There it was, balls and all. Is it time to die now? He still did not move. His cock jumped and sprang about furiously in my hand, and his huge balls constantly tightened and released inside their sack, but he himself did not move.

He had a big dick. He had a very big dick. It was very, very long - longer than any dick I had ever seen. It had a beautiful rise to it. But it was thin. It was the thickness of most cocks half its size. That was so surprising; it was such an odd combination. But this is a thug. And I guess his personality is well expressed in his dick. There was just something about it. The way that dick rose, the way it soared up into the air, majestic and free. Hawk-like. Yep, Adder's dick was like a hawk, I decided as I unbuckled the belt of those baggy pants. With a faint swoosh and a slight tinkle of the belt-buckle metal, those baggy pants hit the ground. Aaaaahh...there has never before been a such an eloquent sight.

Greedily, I stroked that hawkish dick. I ran my fingers up and down the length, the incredible length of the shaft. It felt good in my hand; it felt very good....

Adder was breathing harder. His breathing was the only way I could tell that he was alive; that he was feeling anything.

But the dick was definitely alive! The huge phallus was throbbing, pulsating, and lustily slicing the air, even if he did show no emotion elsewhere. I could feel his pulse within the throb of his cock. It was exhilarating.

I brought my mouth closer. I was going to taste his cock. I was horny. I was incredibly horny. My own cock was beginning to grow; I could feel it rising between my legs. It was getting hard. I wondered what it would be like to fuck Adder, rather than him fucking me. I tried to picture what it would be like, he on his hands and knees. No, hell, no - big bad thug Adder gotta be on his back. Yeah, I began to imagine sex with Adder on his back, with me pumping my cock up his asshole, his big hairy, muscular legs raised high in the air.

It would be nice. It would be fun. But somehow I doubted it ever happening. There were a lot of other thug boys in the neighborhood that I could picture fucking, but I doubt ever doing it to Adder. Maybe it's because he frightens me so much. He's always the master; I always like being the slave. A slave doesn't fuck the master. And the master doesn't ever get on his back, with his legs in the air. They're the rules of the game.

But right now, all I want to do is taste this cock. I want it in my mouth. Inching closer on my knees, I lowered my head, my tongue darting out, my jaws stretching wide.

The fat, greasy head of Adder's dick slid into my mouth. I worked on the juicy head for a while, just holding it in my mouth, and licking the pee hole with my tongue. The smell and taste of the magnificent truncheon almost had me shooting in my drawers, it was so deliciously masterful.

I tasted the pre-come drops that had been oozing out, glistening on the tip. The pre-come tasted almost sweet. Rapidly, I gulped and swallowed the glistening drops down, which served to only make me hungrier to taste a gallon of his thick and creamy spooge.

It was funny-odd how I had just changed my mind so quickly. I have never ever wanted to swallow anybody's cum before, being fully aware of the health consequences. But now here I am impatiently waiting for this gorgeous bad-puppy thug to give me a heaping-helping mouthful of his liquid, high-testosteronic manhood in my stomach.

I kissed the sides of his cock. I ran my tongue down the bottom, holding the head of the cock up with my fingers. I ran my tongue down to his balls, and I took one greedily into my mouth. I sucked on his sack, letting the balls slide in and out of my hot slobbering orifice.

I went back to the cock. I was ready. I was going to give it to him now, let my mouth go all the way down, allow that sweaty cock to invade it's entire length inside my inviting throat.

I was confident. It was the longest dick I'd ever tried, but size didn't worry me anymore. I just knew I could handle it. I just had to suck down the beautiful cock of this unusually beautiful Blatino thug. I needed to make my Adder feel better than anyone else had ever made him feel. This White boy slave wanted to make my Blatino master feel sexually and spiritually satisfied.

I was hungry for that cock, hungry for Adder's massive dong. I slipped it into my mouth, sucking crazily on the bulbous head to the best of my abilities. This technique had made a few of the guys on the football team the other day scream out in ecstasy, pounding their fists on the turf of the football field, with uncontrollable excitement.

But Adder was still stoic. He didn't move a muscle, he didn't flex, he didn't moan. There was still no reaction at all from him, no sign of pleasure from what I was doing to his cock. The only way that I guessed that he liked it - that he wanted me to continue to do what I was doing to him - was because he didn't stop me He didn't reach out and throw me to the ground. He didn't kick me, he didn't punch me. He didn't do anything. Nothing at all. But I was determined, absolutely determined, to get an appreciative response from this quintessential thug-of-stone. I was going to really ravage his pinga. I was really going to give him the blowjob of his life! And maybe... bring him to life.

Lowering my head, I took that throbbing dick in deeper...deeper...deeper. The fat head was pushing at the back of my mouth, finding its way down my throat. It found the opening, and that long shlong began to snake its way down, down, sliding deeper and deeper inside me. I wanted to pull on my own dick as I sucked on Adder's, I was so turned on. But I didn't dare. I didn't want to provoke him in any way, make any wrong moves. I was amazed that I'd gotten this far.

Adder faintly moaned. At least I think he did. He breathed very, very hard at any rate. He was beginning to crack. His stony exterior was melting. He couldn't hold all that in, he wouldn't be able to much longer. His dick was all the way down, all the way inside my hot, slippery throat. It was tight, the walls of my gullet encasing that stiff penis. It must have felt good. Good?? It had to feel great!

I began working my way back up that massive dick. It was quite a long way, from stem to head. I took my time. Letting my lips squeeze hard as they passed over every inch. I exposed my teeth, letting the skin of the cock lightly graze against them, creating even more deliciously heated friction for Adder.

I was at the head. I chewed on it, lightly with my teeth. I had learned so much from the guys on the football team. Different boys wanted different things done to their cocks. I was trying to combine it, use as much of it as I could with Adder, hoping to send him out into the heavenly stratosphere.

He was slowly and quietly panting. His muscles were tensing around his cock. He raised an arm into the air, stabbing at the black night with his fingers. Emotion. He was full of it. It had to spill out. I was making him lose control. He had an answer for everything, but he didn't have an answer for this! There were no clever comments he could make, no threatening gestures. His mask was slipping off; he was exposing himself to me, through his pure, naked lust, his unadulterated passion.

Both of his arms were moving now. His entire torso was swaying back and forth. He was loose, he was hot.

My eyes were looking up, taking it all in, as my lips and mouth slavishly worked on that long, golden, thug-cock. I saw his tongue dart out, it stuck out between his lips, just the slightest bit, and it licked them. His tongue furiously ran over his lips, again and again, faster and faster.

He put his hands on my head. He was really getting off, really letting himself go now. He was touching me; he had actually reached out and touched me. I couldn't believe it. His fingers were gently running through my hair. Adder was caressing me, caressing my hair!

And he spoke. The words sounded like an ancient dialect, but I could guess their meaning. They were expressions of his enjoyment, expressions of his lust. He was hot, he was on fire, and he couldn't hold it in. He had to tell everyone, he had to tell the world.

I was sucking hard on that dick now. I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to cum. My head was bobbing up and down on that dick. He was going up, up, up - he was taking off. I knew it. I could feel his legs tremble. I could feel his heart pounding.

I was setting him off. I was launching him out into the cosmos. He was screaming now. Adder was screaming at the top of his lungs. I worried for a moment that one of his homeys might come up and bother us, checking out what the deal was.

But I couldn't worry about that. I couldn't be so foolishly distracted. I only wanted to think about Adder's cock, about his creamy, creamery cum.

I wanted it. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to drown in it. I wanted to be owned by it. His hips were really moving, thrusting his cock forward, ever forward, into my mouth....deeper and deeper. There was no stopping him now. I had set him off, and he had to explode. It was coming soon. His fuse was burning down; his long fuse was almost at the end.

"Suck me! Suck me!" Adder cried out. His fingers were pressing hard into my scalp. They weren't caressing anymore. They were digging deep, pressing into me. He couldn't control them. Adder for the moment couldn't control anything!

He was out of control! He'd lost it! He was shaking, trembling, crying like a baby. For the first time in his life, his cock was ruling him...his mind...his body. And I was the ruler of that cock. He was in my hands! I was the one in control. I could make him jump. I could make him dance; all simply by the way I skillfully managed and manipulated his mighty, all-empowering dick. He couldn't control himself. It was out of his hands, it was in my mouth.

There was nothing to do now, nothing to do but make him cum. Or rather, let him cum! I bobbed my head over that cock furiously. It was such a rapid pace...such hot stimulation, and nobody could stand such burning, scalding friction for very long. Adder couldn't. He shuddered a final time, and then all that cum shot forward, it flew forward, flowing, spilling, and exploding out into my waiting throat.

I gobbled up his cum. I gulped it down, all of it.

Eventually, Adder's hot, horny, humping hips gyrated one last round, and then he was through. He had cum. He had shot his load. Adder had gotten off. He had been given the blowjob of his lifetime, by little old me. I had brought him off, merely by using my lips, my teeth, my throat. And I also brought him into life for the first time since he was twelve years old. Hey....Thugs are da bomb! Yep, I even wrote a rap about it.

Adder Da Thug

Hey, call me a playa
I'm feelin just a bit badder
Maybe I'm a bit more Gayer
Just cause, my man is Adder
Adder, Adder, Adder!
Heart made of steel
Didn't know how to feel
Til I made it all real
For Adder, Adder, Adder
He's my heart's only meal!

At the top of the ladder
Me and Adder be playin'
Me and Adder be playin'
At the top of the ladder
Just me and Adder!
You feel what I'm sayin'?

So, hey ya'all
Just tryin' to educate
Got no time for a plain Tom
There just ain't no debate
Only Thugs are totally da bomb!

The End