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After school, I waited for Austin Lopez by the emergency exit, just past the football field. I gazed at my watch for the fifth time. He was over twenty minutes late.

I twirled my car keys as I looked around. I had just come from my shift at the diner and the late summer heat of Wisconsin was quickly becoming unbearable. Being a mom at 21 is pretty common around these parts, but I never expected to be playing step-mother to an 18-year-old brat, the son of my lover. My King, Jahil Lopez, a truly magnificent vision of a man; tall dark and handsome, with his slicked back hair, caramel colored skin, and his stunning dark eyes. He worked as a mechanic at a small shop down by the University. Just picturing his sexy smile makes my panties wet.

I started to walk around. It was possible Austin was simply coming from a different direction.

I was about twenty feet away when I saw it: Austin was under the bleachers performing oral sex on a large older man. He was Caucasian maybe in his sixties, with the build of a trucker.

I quickly hid behind a dumpster. I knew how to fight. But with me being a skinny white girl, I didn't think I could take on someone of his size.I pulled out my phone in case I needed to call the police. Then the thought occurred to me, Austin was Hispanic, the son of an immigrant. So in this backward Wisconsin town if I called the police who were they more likely to arrest?

Austin had never given any indication of being homosexual. I was afraid he was being forced against his will, like some sort of sick hate crime. Austin was on his knees, he used both his mouth and hands as the man held him by his hair. When the man finished Austin licked him clean before standing up.

I watched as the man removed his wallet from his back pocket. From where I stood I could see that was not the only thing he had in his back pocket.He handed Austin some money. Then just as quickly he grabbed him by his waist, opening his jeans. "Kid, how much to fuck your hot Mexican ass?"

I cupped my hand over my mouth, my whole body was shaking. The guy had just come in Austin's mouth. Whatever plans he had for Austin's ass would likely involve foreign objects.

Austin caught the assailant's wrist. He twisted it so hard the man fell to his knees in pain. "You couldn't afford it."

The man got back up. He grabbed Austin by the throat. I watched in horror as the man pulled a gun with his free hand. Using the pistol he lifted Austin's black t-shirt, pressing the barrel against his ribs. He stroked the pistol down Austin's abs, poised to blow his dick off. "You listen to me you little wetback piece of shit. After I pull the trigger I'm going to ram this gun up your tight little ass. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed out like the animal that you are."

Austin smiled his Cheshire-cat smile. "Are you really, now?"

"Damn right I am! And when the police find your body, they'll all know how you died like a little bitch."

"What `they' are you referring to?"

"I'm talking about your whore of a mother and your dozen siblings all sitting at home living on welfare, while your daddy stands outside a Home Depot."

My mindset went from fear to anger. Austin didn't have a large family with a mother who stayed home to raise the children. That was a life he could only dream of. In my heart I was screaming, but Austin was only smiling.

The man released Austin, shoving him away. He was still aiming the gun at Austin's chest, but now his hands were trembling. "What the fuck is so funny, boy?"

Austin shook his head as his hand started to glow. "You are totally right, my poor mother would be so disappointed in me." He raised his hand, putting up an energy shield directly inside the man's chest. "Only thing is my mother was a total bad-ass. She taught me everything I know."

The attack sent an electrical shock through the man's body. With the bastard lying in a quivering heap, Austin proceeded to empty the man's wallet. "No one calls my mother a whore."

Austin put the gun down the back of his pants, under his t-shirt. "Sunny, you can come out now."

I emerged from my hiding place. "I thought he was going to hurt you."

Austin chuckled as he lit a cigarette. "I can handle myself. I turn tricks all the time."

"You shouldn't...you shouldn't let people hurt you."Austin put his arm around my shoulder. "Do I look like the one who's hurting?"

"Does your father know what you're doing?"

"My old man knows that I have sex for money. Little white girl, you don't know my life."

"Little white girl? Ok then, arrogant Hispanic cum-slut."

Austin started to walk away.

"What? You don't like my nickname for you?"

"Piss off, Sunny."

"Make me."

Austin hurled an energy blast at me, but I dodged. I grabbed a lid off a trash can hurling it at his face. Austin blocked but in doing so he tripped.

I shook my head. "...such a loser." Then I noticed the scrape on his face. "I'm so sorry."

"Just go, I can walk home."

Austin took off his shirt revealing his back. The glittery light blue veins flickered, like a dying light bulb.

"What am I supposed to tell your dad?"

"Tell him whatever you want. Or just spread your legs for him."

I walked towards the car but then I turned back. My hand grazed over Austin's cheek, healing the wound. "Goodbye."

Since I was the first to arrive home I put a pot of water on the stove to make spaghetti.

Austin's father, Jahil, took the bus to and from work. When he came through the door I noticed his mouth was bleeding. He had a busted lip with bruising on his jaw.

He took a seat on the recliner. "Sunny, could you bring me a beer?"

"Of course, baby. What happened?"

"President Trump happened."

"Did you at least incinerate the bastard that did this?"

"Bastards- there were four."

I handed Jahil his beer. "I'm so sorry."

Jahil opened the bottle with his bare hands. "Sunny, you don't need to apologize for your fellow white Americans." He took a long drink, practically emptying the bottle. "And I would have gladly killed them, had there not been children present."

I kissed Jahil's mouth, my healing energy connected with his red magic. "Release your energy. You know I can take it."

Jahil was more than a mechanic. My lover wielded the power of a Mayan God. "Sunny, I'm really not in the mood."

My hands went for his belt. "But you know what happens to your body if you don't."

"I don't need you to explain my powers."

"But you do remember what condition you were in when I first found you. Jahil, I love you too much to watch you go through that again."

As I exposed his hips I could see horrific bruising. It was clear Jahil had been repeatedly kicked in the stomach.

I kissed him along his hips before moving to his thick shaft. Using my sparkling energy I massaged his foreskin while my lips and tongue worked the tip.

I loved how hard he was becoming.

"We could get married," I said as my lips moved to his sweaty testicles.

I could feel my man gripping my hair. "You could apply for a green card."

I kissed him along his newly healed hips. "We could move to California, just the two of us."

I looked up at his face. Jahil was looking at his wedding band, stroking it with his thumb. "What would that change? Do you think the men who punched me in the face would have reconsidered if I was married to a white girl?"

I quickly looked away. "You're right, marrying me wouldn't change anything."

It was out of love I deep throated his massive cock while focusing my powers on his bulging testicles. He came hard, filling my mouth with his metallic gold cum.

Austin came through the door. He reeked of alcohol. "Sunny, the pot on the stove is over boiling."

I quickly went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. I felt myself starting to cry. "I'm sorry."

"Sunny, I just told you, you don't need to apologize on behalf of your race."

"It's not that. I'm sorry I can't bring Helen back to you." My chest hurt so bad I couldn't breathe. "I can't even cook!"

I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. Austin was laughing. "Now who's the fucking loser?"

"Austin!" Jahil roared. "I will not tolerate such disrespect for the woman I love."

I could hear Jahil approach. "Sunny, please open the door."

I'm not her, I could never be her. I love you with every beat of my heart. All I want is to be the woman you deserve.

With my back to the door, I could hear Jahil and Austin's conversation.

Jahil's voice was quivering, "Perhaps I should consider buying Sunny a ring. Something simple, just to show her how much she means to me."

"Dad, that bitch is not worthy of our family."

"Austin, Sunny did save my life. I know she could never replace your mother..."

"Damn right! My mother was a warrior- Sunny is just a white trash slut!"

As I feel asleep in the bathroom I thought back to the day I first met Jahil and his son. I had been driving down the back roads for no particular reason when I spotted what appeared to be an abandoned truck.

My father had always stopped to assist stranded motorists. Even though it was probably a safer hobby for him than for me, on that fateful day I felt the need to pull over.

I walked around the truck. "Hello?" There was no one in the driver or passenger seat.

"Please help me," a voice pleaded. It was coming from the truck bed.

I climbed up. There I found a tall Hispanic man lying under a thin blanket. He was shivering in the triple digit heat.

I wondered why he had been abandoned. But one thing was certain: he needed water. I pulled out a plastic water bottle and held it to his dry cracked lips. "Here sir, have some water."

The man struggled to swallow. The way his throat contorted, it was as if he was swallowing a mouth full of thumb tacks.

I stroked my fingers over his throat. My powers soothed away any tension.

"Let's try that again." I continued to offer him sips until the bottle was empty.

It was then the man opened his eyes. His eyes were pale and milky. His hand reached out to me. "May I touch your face?"

I held his hand, his fingers were freezing cold. "Why are you out here? Are you alone? I can get you to a hospital."

"My son," he said his voice barely a whisper, "he went into town for food and medicine."

"Why didn't he take you with him?"

"I am unable to walk due to the fever. The pain in my head has become unbearable."

"Let me take you to a hospital."

He shook his head. "My son wouldn't abandon me."

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I am called Jahil."

"I'm Sunny."

Jahil smiled. "Is that because you sparkle like the sunrise?"

"You mean my powers? That was the way my father described them: little Sunny with her little sparkles."

I caressed my fingers to his rough unshaven face. The man was clearly very sick. I needed to do whatever I could to ease his pain.

"Jahil, would it be alright if I held you?"

"I'd like that."

Using my healing energy I stroked his face over and over until he felt asleep. Then moving my hands under the blanket I touched the bare skin of his back, focusing on his organs. His heart was beating very slowly, and his lungs were struggling.

I fell asleep in Jahil's arms. Hours later I awoke to the sound of someone pounding their fist on the truck.

"Who's in there?" the voice was a younger Hispanic man, possibly the same age as me. "I see your car!"

Jahil held me close, his kissed my forehead. "Sunny, you must flee."

"No, I won't leave you."

"Sunny, you don't understand," Jahil pleaded. "Dad, I wasn't able to bring home any food but it sounds like you got that covered."

I sat up to face the kid. "Are you his son? How could you abandon your sick father! He could have died!"

"I'll pay you fifty dollars to fuck him."

"What?" This kid clearly was not his son, and Jahil was being held against his will. I smiled sweetly. "I'm Sunny, and you are?"

"Austin," he replied.

"Are you serious? That name is white as fuck."

"My name is none of your concern."

Jahil squeezed my hand. "Sunny, please run, forget about me."

I looked back at Austin. "Fine, I'll fuck your dad- payment up front."

Austin looked strong but I could defiantly take him down.

"Jahil, I'll get you out of here. I promise."

Austin handed me a fifty. "I'll wait in the front seat."

"You're not going to film it?"

"Why would I film it?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Look, my old man is dying. His kidneys have stopped working, been pissing blood for days."

"Is that why you didn't leave him any water?"

"I love my dad. We're headed to Canada to get him into hospice care. I just wanted to buy him a little treat."

I looked around for a weapon. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sharp, light colored piece of wood. I made a mental note. "Why Canada?" I asked. "Just take him to Beloit Memorial."

Austin slapped me across the face. "My father's not a citizen! That's a great way to get him arrested!"

"Austin, please!" Jahil begged.

Austin got into the driver's seat and lit a cigarette. "...white trash bitches."

There were tears in Jahil's eyes. "You don't have to do this."

Under the setting sun, I removed the blanket. What I saw was breathtaking. Jahil wore only tattered jeans. His broad shoulders, his chest, and arms were so beautifully muscular. I opened the man's belt lowering his jeans.

I throughout high school I had given my share of hand-jobs, I thought I knew what to expect. But what Jahil possessed was like nothing I had ever seen.

He was so big- at least nine maybe even ten inches, and thick, the kind of cock that would break a girl's mouth.

Now I just needed a way to get him hard. If Austin was to be believed the source of Jahil pain was in his kidneys, so I would start there. I focused my power as my fingers gently moved down his stomach to his hips.

"Please Sunny, you don't do this."

"Either she fucks you or I blow her head off!" Austin shouted.

Well, that was random.

I stroked my fingers down Jahil's foreskin. There was a reason why I was the queen of hand jobs at my high school. My powers could bring any cock to life.I moved my hand to his testicles, massaging my energy into his body.

"Oh God, Sunny..."