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Gay Interracial

... could feel the tip of it touch his cock. "Pretty, pretty boy." Oh, the sounds of his deep voice! The thick, raspy lick of it spoke a language deeper than words, a language of pure erotic sound that something to some secret self that lived deep inside me. And then he moved, he shifted his body lower down and nuzzled his face into my crotch, kissing the tip of my cock. I thought I would die, so electric was the sensation, the joy of that feeling. No one had ever done this, I felt like I would explode with sensation, the softness of those lips. This was why he wanted to be alone with me - not to hurt me, but to make . . . to make . . . love to me! When he straightened up again, and brought his face back above my own, I threw my arms around his shoulders. I thought I knew what girls felt like when Kyle did me, when he used his boycock as a cruel, selfish instrument of his own pleasure. But this was the other side of being a girl. The feeling that rose in you when you lay underneath a strong, powerful man and you feel yourself . . . melt. Melt, that was the word for what was happening inside me, because all the tension inside me was gone. My asshole was open, wide open for my man. "You gonna let me inside you, sweet boy?" "Yes, . . . oh yes!" I was sobbing. "Put your legs up on my shoulders." I loved the look in his eyes, the film that came over them as I swung my legs up over his shoulders, and I held my boybutt up there for him. I kept watching his eyes, seeing the feeling ...

... that he got as he pushed the head of his thing against my lips. I felt a sharp pain as he pushed inside me, but a pain that was distant, nothing against the fireballs of pleasure that flared up in his eyes. "Sweet, sweet pussy ass." God, he was big! It wasn't in more that an inch or so, but it was so thick, so wide that I knew I couldn't take much more. Especially because his thing was wider still near its center. The pain from even just that inch was incredible. He was so, so tender though, just holding himself there, holding that thing still inside me so I could adjust, so I could relax, and take more. "God, you're so . . . so big!" I gasped. And he loved it! I watched him smile, and knew he liked it when I acted like a girl. He took a deep breath, and I could see him start to push in some more; I had my hands on his lower back, and I could feel the bug muscles hardening. "Oh, J-J-Jesus!" I cried as I felt the pressure. "Sssssh," he said softly, and he bent his head down and kissed me on the ear. "Good girl - Daddy's gonna go real slow. Real slow." And he did. It must have taken him an hour, it seemed like an eternity that I lay there beneath him, watching him work me patiently, pushing me to the edge of screaming, and then calming me with those deep, secret whispers. All so I could take more than I ever thought possible. Almost half of it, almost up to that fat, middle part. Finally, when he was satisfied that I couldn't take anymore he anchored his arms and asked me: "You ...