Chapter 1
Sean had heard the adage, "What goes up must come down," but he had never paid much attention to it or even remotely thought it would ever apply to him. Why should he have anyway, after all, he was nick named "Black Dynamite", a young, handsome black man from the hood who was drafted straight from high school to the NBA, netting a record salary for a rookie.
Sean was a dark, handsome black man of medium height. He had a pleasant, ever smiling, very African face. He had a very muscled body, with awesome reflexes and speed, coupled with a sharp mind that read a game like a script, with the calm of an orchestra conductor. The Man with the Master Plan, they used to call the young play-maker. He was hailed as the hottest, fastest, most graceful and talented black thing on two feet to ever hail from the streets of Yonkers Projects and land on a basketball court instead of the morgue, the court or the jail house.
He played five very impressive seasons, leading his hitherto mediocre franchise team to the play-off 4 straight seasons. Thrice, he came close to being voted MVP. The Media was comparing him to his "airness", Air Jordan. Sean's management projected the image of an exemplary, disciplined athlete and and god fearing, patriotic Mr nice guy. Sean earned large amounts of cash through endorsements and adverts and money just seemed to pour like rain. He was everybody's darling, handsome, well humored and good mannered. Other players, rappers, singers, film stars and other celebrities all wanted to hang out with him. Kids of all races said they wanted to grow up to be like him, not like Mike Tyson or Snoop Doggy Dogg.
Being young, handsome, well mannered, rich and famous, with a dick like a horse and the stamina of one, Sean was popular with the ladies. Pretty women of all races were throwing the pussy at him, trying to snare him and get pregnant and be set for life.
Sean was definitely seeing more pussy than a favorite thong. However, he had a chip on his shoulder, as far as women were concerned. When he had been young, growing up in the hood, the pretty, attractive girls had acted like nasty hos, turning him down, rubbing his face in the dirt and telling him to eat a dick and "get the fuck out they faces". They preferred the high rollers and gangsters, who had the cash, the cars, the bling bling and popped the Chris. It was only when he started making the headlines and the cash that they started coming like flies to rotten meat.
Therefore, like Kurupt (D P G C) he didn't give a fuck about a bitch. Whenever his dick got hard, Sean was fucking women of several races, with all kinds of pretty faces in all kinds of places. He was a true five man, "Find them, Fool them, Fuck them, Flee them and Forget them" was his motto. He used them like cigarettes, fired them up, smoked them and tossed them in the trash can like an old cigarette butt.
Not that they loved him either, they were out to use him. The dumb ones were trying to let the world know they got fucked by a star. They would turn down the window of his ride and stick their faces out to be seen, or they would sit on his lap in the VIP section of some club. The smarter ones were trying to use him to help their aspiring modelling and actress careers, they would fuck him and go and spread rumours on the Net and in the tabloids. The cunning ones were even trying to get pregnant so they wouldn't have to work a day in their lazy lives. Fortunately for Sean, he got some advice from an O G or he might have ended up like O J, being used by a gold digger and trying to kill the whore, or like Tyson, getting robbed by a bitch named Robin Given(s).
Sean's management, who were white guys, advised him not to date and fuck white women. They told him that would harm his career, for his mainly white male fans would not like it, if they knew he was black dicking white blonds. Sean always listened to them, for he thought those white guys with MBA and such like, were real smart and had nothing but love for him. Therefore, though white groupies and even starlets threw themselves at his feet, he never touched them.
Sean's mom, the only woman he respected, was always trying to talk him into finding a decent girl and getting married. A couple of times, some so called "decent women" tried to date him, fall in love, get married and have kids, the whole she bang. But he soon started avoiding those like a plague. They bored him to death with "intelligent conversation" and their decent act. They were stingy with the pussy and would not fuck on the first date. And when he still tried to hit the twat, they started fighting, trying to do him like Tyson, 2pac and Kobe. Sean simply ran away before they could yell rape and fucked a couple of nasty bitches that were down to suck and fuck just as soon as they knew he was a star. He just said hi and they kissed his dick in greeting.
Sean couldn't take them home to his mom, but he still preferred those kind of sluts. It was a fair package deal, "You fuck me, I let you get seen with me, plus there's an option of a Holiday abroad, ice and a mink coat, if that pussy is good." Those sluts were good because they did whatever; sucked dick, ate balls, licked ass, gave up the pussy, gave up the ass, fucked some other girls, all for his pleasure, and didn't expect a gold medal or ring for it.
Sean's mind was fully focused on basketball. When he needed love and affection, he flew to his mom and sisters, whom he had moved up from the hood into mansions and laced up with ice.
Sean's life was like an American Dream, and then the problems with his knees started. The pain just came out of the blue, and it rapidly got worse. The best doctors that money could buy worked on him, operated him, put him through rehab, all to no avail. At twenty four, he was advised to stop playing or risk losing his legs altogether. His team forced him to play on, relying on a cocktail of painkilling drugs.
It was during these troubled times that Sean met Sylvia Smith at a party. Sly, as she called herself, ran a mediocre agency that represented C category actors and models. Sean had met her on several occasions, at parties and galas, during his days in the top flight. The wanna be top flight agent, had tried to fast and smooth talk him into doing a couple of Cinema flicks. She kept telling him he was photogenic and with his popularity, he could smash the box office. He had turned her down. He wasn't so keen on acting, and her words sounded like pimp talk. He knew she was only trying to use him as her ticket into the big league.
On that particular evening, Sean was chilling at a party with his agent and manager. He was dressed up in a suit and tie, looking good. Sean wasn't really in the mood, but the sponsors demanded his presence. He was one of the few black men around. The rest were whites.
There were a couple of hot, young, tall, slim, pretty blonds around, some of whom were eyeing him. But Sean never hit on those. It wasn't that he found them unattractive, but his management told him to lay off white broads. And anyway, he had his pick of so many hot black and Asian chicks that were sucking and fucking him so good at the drop of a dime that he didn't need to have a white girl, though sometimes he did thinking of sticking his big, black dick between the pink lips of some hot, tall, slim blond and fucking the taste out of her mouth; as she sucked the piss out of his cock. Then he would fuck the shit out of her tiny white ass and beat it out of shape. It was just a fantasy that he had sometimes. And it recurred, as he looked around at the tall, slim, pretty blond trophies that were floating around, dressed like models for exclusive labels, hung heavily with jewellery, sipping Chris and acting like they were the shit.
He was on his fourth cocktail when Sly walked up.
She was a tall, thick bodied woman with a curvy body. She was a thirty eight year old, thick bodied, busty type of barbie, with blond, curly locks, framing a wide, pretty face, with large, steely, grey eyes, and thick, heart shaped lips that were cheery red. They were as fake as her two huge, thrusting tits that threatened to burst out of her white blouse. Her breasts were thick and abundant, her \ hips wide and curvy, her ass thick and round, and her waist tapered away, to give her a pronounced hour glass shaped body. She wore an elegant, gray, striped business suit, with matching platinum, diamond earrings and necklace.
She looked tall, in a pair of very high heels. She greeted Sean jovially, like they were old friends and took his arm. Sly was drunk and had probably snorted a bit of coke. She was definitely in a very gay mood. Sly and Sean drifted around to the bar and settled on stools besides each other.
Sly liked Sean. He was so dark and handsome and athletic. And there was something manly and imposing about the black man, even though he wasn't huge. He had this aura and this virility that got the married white woman excited, even though he was at least sixteen years younger than her.
Sly was desperate to net someone like him. For just one movie. It would be her entrance into prime time. She smiled flirtatiously at the young black man and pushed her thick tits out, noticing his glance at them with pride and carnal excitement. Gosh!
She leaned close to him, pushing a arm, thick breast into his arm. She put a loving hand on his shoulder, and immediately started trying to talk him into some movie script. She said the part would be perfect for him and talked excitedly. Sean humored her as he always did. Then he suddenly looked sharply into her eyes.
"Say Sly, how important is this for you? How far would you be prepared to go? To get me real interested," he asked, smiling flirtatiously
"Are you cumming on to old, married me?" she teased right back, giving a loud, dirty laugh.
"No! I don't do white ladies," he said, fixing his smiling eyes on her.
"You a racist?"
"No."
"So, we ugly huh?"
"No. My management forbids me. Says it would harm my image! Many white men don't like it if black men date white women. Would cost me fans and endorsements. Its happened before."
"Yeah. They are right. A lot of people are undercover red necks But, I mean, its your life. If the woman for you out there turned up and she happened to be white, you wont date her?"
