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Gay Interracial

... relax, and as he did so I pulled a huge gulp of air into my lungs. "That's it . . . relax." His hand started moving behind me, moving slowly around the base of my back while I continued breathing. "Relax . . . I won't hurt my sweet boy . . ." His big, warm hand continued up and down my back. Continued what I knew now was a . . . a caress. "I won't hurt my sweet, pretty boy." And then he did the most erotic thing I've ever felt. He leaned his head down and planted a kiss on the top of my head. When I felt that kiss all the tension that was surging in my body rose up in me; it welled out in the first sound I made since he had started: "Ohhhh." It was a soft sound, for all its power. I don't know if he heard it. He kissed me again, and then drew his upper body away. He put his big hand under my chin, and raised my head up so I could look at him. "I won't ever hurt you, sweet boy." His face was beaming down at me. I had my hands on his hips, the palm of his big, black hand covered my ear, and tiny fingers - so long, so, so gentle! - played with my hair sending shivers of delight pulsing though my body. He leaned down closer to me, his face was just a few inches above me. I looked up at him, aware of the feeling against my lower belly. I was pressed against him there, and I could feel that long, hard thing of his against my skin. "You gonna be mine now." I was hard, my cock was straining against my pants, and I felt like it was reaching upward, upward to him. "You gonna let Daddy ...

... inside that sweet, pretty ass of yours?" "Yes!" I thought my heart was breaking open. "Oh yes!" There were tears in my eyes, I had to blink so I could keep looking up at him. And Oh! He pushed me away slightly. Oh! He touched me - he touched me down there! I started to sob as I felt that big, black, hand of his on my cock. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" He unbuttoned my pants and pushed then down, and - OH! Jesus! - I felt his finger on my balls! "Take your clothes off and lay down on my rug." I stepped out of my pants, and pulled my shirt off. I lay face up on his rug, feeling the exquisite softness of the white fur against my ass. I lay there watching him undress, watching him pull first his shirt, then his pants off. I couldn't believe his body - it was a perfectly tight, perfectly shaped engine that was built for combat, and for sex. He had the wide, hard chest and thin torso of a fighter, and his cock filled me with fear again. Laying there, looking up at the sheer length of him, the fatness of that proud, black hammer all I could think of was pain. He bent down and planted his arms on either side of my chest, and I lay there, eclipsed under the sheer size, the sheer bulk of him. He bent down and whispered into my ear: "You so pretty." I reached my hands up and felt the sides of his belly, running my hands along his shanks. He kept whispering in my ear. "So, so pretty." And each time he did I felt a shudder, I felt a tingle run down through my body into my cock, and as I hardened I ...