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Gay Interracial

... to the side of his bed; his cock bounced as he walked. He stood next to the bed and pointed to the door. "Go ahead. I won't do nothin' to stop you. Walk right outta here." A coldness rose up in me - stress was starting to make me shake inside. But I couldn't move. "Last chance man." I watched his smile disappear and his jaw was clenching. And now I saw that look, that same pitiless look that I saw that day when he was standing on the mound getting ready to hurt me. "Now - " he pointed to the bed, and said with a voice that sounded like a growl. "Git yo self over here and sit down." Nature has some graces. When an animal is defeated, when it has spent all its energy in an adrenaline-fueled fight against a superior opponent another chemical replaces adrenaline. A sedative, something that courses through the bloodstream healing wounds in the body, and calming synapses in the brain. So when the issue is settled, the defeated are reconciled to their new role. I took a big breath, a huge gulp of air, and then I did what Kyle told me to. I walked over slowly and sat down, feeling the groan of his bed as my head was brought level with that thing of his just two or three feet away. He pushed his pants down to his ankles, and then crossed his hands over his stomach, grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up his torso and over his head. I watched the movements of his body; the dark brown skin of his, and the curl and play of dozens of hard, tight muscles. He moved towards ...

... me. "Open your mouth." I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look. I thought that if I closed my eyes it would be easier to face what I was about to do. I could smell him as he moved toward me, the deep sweaty odor of his balls. I waited for him, I waited for the feel of that thing on my lips. "Stick your tongue out." And then it happened. He touched me with that thing of his and I was changed forever. I knew I would never tell anyone else about this moment, about the feeling I had within me when he touched me with that . . . that . . . thing of his. He tasted of pee and precum, and I could feel the soft skin of his hood slide up along my tongue toward my lips. "Open wider." I don't know why I opened my eyes. I don't know why I opened my lips and looked at that thing, because I was gagging at the taste and feeling sick to my stomach. But I did. He was even bigger now, his head was extended out of the fold of his foreskin, and I could see the swollen veins bulging out of his skin. I opened up a little, and he began pushing himself inside my mouth. "C'mon, open wide I said." It was so fat I had to pull my tongue back inside to make room for it. He reached his hands down and grabbed my hair and held my face steady as he pushed further in. "Fuck!" Now my nose was just an inch or so from the base of his cock, just an inch or so from the crest of scratchy little hairs that surrounded his cock. I couldn't breathe through my mouth now, and so every panicked breath I pulled in with my ...