DISCLAIMER** This story is complete fiction. Characters are not real. This story also contains sexual nature between teenagers of mixed ethnic backgrounds. If you have any discomfort in reading this story then I have a question, and a solution. My question is, why are you in this section of stories if you don't enjoy them, and my solution is to leave. Thank you** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Growing up as the youngest child wasn't always easy for me. Especially because I knew I was gay at the age of 12. What made it worse was growing up as a gay young man with an obsession for ghetto black men. See, I grew up in an all white, somewhat racist family. I myself am not racist AT ALL! Trust me, this story will prove it! :) But anyway, I've always dreamed of being with a thug, but it never happened. In fact, I was a virgin up until I was 16, which is when this story takes place.
Brown hair and Brown eyes, which were somewhat covered by my hairs length as it tickled my eyebrows. I was sitting in chemistry class thinking about something more entertaining than the teachers lecture on the table of elements. This class was always so boring. I'd find myself looking across the hall at Mr. Moore's class as they'd experiment with chemicals, and do fun experiments. Not my class, we'd always have book work or something stupid and boring. Class eventually let out, so I grabbed my things and left. My school was always messed up. We had Gym teachers teaching math, and English Teachers teaching Chemistry. 80 percent of the school was black, whereas the other was Whites and Hispanics.
I walked out of cafeteria exit and headed to my car.
"What up Jason!" I heard a voice say. I turned to see who it was. It was a friend of mine named Orlando. He and I met in freshman year. He was so fine. But he was also straight. I knew I never had a chance with him, so I never tried pursuing anything with him. He was always dressed in the most ghetto fabulous street gear. Today he had on some Saggy Jeans, with some tan boots (Timbs), a wife-beater (White tank-top), and a white bandana neatly folded and wrapped around his freshly braided corn-rows. He and I always got along. We never hung out, and we barely talked. I'd usually just get him out of trouble. That was the extent of our relationship. The first few times I'd just lie to teachers for him, or to his girlfriend, about where he'd been. Then it was like he'd use me as a lifeline. It got so bad that he called my cell phone at 3 am one time and asked me to go pick him up from the police department. It was kind of a weird relationship but for some reason I'd enjoy helping him. Sometimes he'd make me go over to his house for stupid stuff. He'd ask me to go over there to fix his computer, he'd borrow money, and he'd even ask me to come over so that he could pay me back. Anyway, back to the story.
"What up Jason!" I heard Orlando say.
"Hey, what up?" I replied.
"Jay, let me get a ride."
"Alright," I said without hesitating.
Orlando walked over to the passenger side of my blue 1994 Chevy Cavalier. He looked across the top of my car and glanced at me and let out a half smile before getting in the car. "So what you getting into tonight?" he asked. "Nothing really," I replied as I backed out of my parking space.
"Aye dawg, will you hit up the liquor sto'," he asked. I nodded. I pulled up along side the store, and Lando (His nickname) asked me if I wanted anything, and I told him I didn't. He went inside just as two very ghetto looking black men walked from behind the store. They walked casually up to my car, and just as he got to the window, he lifted up his shirt. I could see a gun tucked into the waistband of his sweatpants. I froze. "Out" I heard him say. I got out of the car. "Act like nothings happening mother fucker," the other one said. I tried my best to casually get out of my car, but I couldn't help it. I was so scared, that I started crying. I couldn't control it. "Damn it, you stupid cracka...why the fuck you crying...you trying to make a scene here," Said the man at the drivers side door. He reached for his gun and pulled it out. He kept it close to his waistline, and pointed it at me. "No, please!" "You can have my car!" "I'll go, just please don't hurt me." I begged. I stood out of my car, suddenly the man pushed my head right into the side of the car. The impact from it caused me to fall to the ground. I instantly had a headache, and felt sick to my stomach. I felt blood dripping down the side of my face, and got delirious. I heard my car start then pull away. Then everything went black.
I woke up in an ambulance. There was a paramedic shining a flashlight in my eyes, and one examining the cut on the side of my face. I flinched and he moved the flashlight. After my eyes adjusted to the lights, I could see Orlando looking at me with tears in his eyes. He was sitting towards the back of the Ambulance, never taking his eyes away from mine. "Can you hear me?" asked one of the paramedics. "Yeah...what happened?" I asked. "Apparently you were high-jacked." "Okie Doke," I replied and passed back out.
Later that night I woke up again inside a hospital room. My Mom was sitting on the side of the bed. Orlando was no where to be found. I told my Mom everything that I remembered happening. I left Orlando completely out of it. I told her I stopped at the store to get a pop. The doctors checked me out, and I ended up leaving at around 5am. I had to have 18 stitches down the side of my face, and my head was bandaged up. I didn't go to school that day. My doctor gave me prescriptions for extra strength vicodin, and an antibiotic. So when I got home, I took two pills and passed out.
I woke up at about 9pm, and heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I said, feeling my words intensify my headache. Orlando walked into my bedroom and closed the door. "Ay Dawg, you aiight?" he asked. "No, but I'll live." I replied. "I'm sorry about what happened to you. I didn't know your ride was gonna get jacked. I shoulda never had you hit up that sto'." He said. "It's alright, it's just my bad luck." I took two more vicodin, and laid back down. Me and Orlando made small talk until my pills worked their magic and drifted me off into la la land. I was awaken from having to pee so bad, so I lifted up the covers and saw Orlando sitting in the chair he was sitting in before with his head in his arms resting on my bed. I smiled and went to the bathroom. I relieved myself and headed back to bed. I took two more pills, and laid back down. Orlando looked really uncomfortable. I felt bad for him. I sat up and tapped him on his shoulder.
"Lando," I said. "Hmm?" he mumbled. "Here, you can lay down in the bed, I have two blankets. He sat up and looked like a Zombie. His eyes were half way open. You could definitely tell that he was tired. He stood up waited for me to scoot over. I slid over to the other side of my double bed, and got comfortable. He took off his shoes and laid down and covered himself up with the other blanket. I laid there trying to fall back asleep waiting for my pills to remove my headache again.
I sat there for a good twenty minutes when I heard Lando shifting his position. I suddenly felt his arm reach across me and somewhat forcefully, pull me up against him. I moved away from him. I didn't want him to think I was his girlfriend or something and have him wake up with me enjoying his muscular tattooed arm holding me.
"Where're you going?" I heard him ask.
"It's me, Jason," I said, hoping he'd realize what was going on.
"I know...and I said, Where are you going?"
"Oh nevermind then," I said with sounding tired as hell, I laid back down and he once again pulled me up against him.
"There we go," he said.
I almost cried. I instantly fell in love with this man. I wanted him so bad that it hurt. Feeling his muscular arm draped over my side with his hand placed flatly on my chest, I felt like I was in heaven.
"I got to tell you something," said Lando.
"Hmm?" I mumbled.
"I think I'm in love witch you," he said.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't. My head was spinning. Here I was lying with the man of my dreams, and he tells me he's in love with me. I couldn't say anything if I wanted to. So I just stayed silent. He kissed the back of my neck, and I felt his neatly trimmed goatee tickle my skin. I could feel his heart beat in my shoulder blade, so I knew he was just as nervous as I. He pulled me onto my back and climbed on top of me.
He supported his weight with his hands on either side of my head, and looked straight into my eyes. "Do you love me too?" he asked.
I still couldn't say anything. My eyes filled up with tears, and I nodded yes.
He smiled that sexy smile of his, and leaned down and kissed me. Lightly at first, then he parted my lips with his tongue, and he gave me the sexiest, gentlest, sweetest kiss I've ever experienced. He then laid his body on top of mine and started to passionately kiss me. I wrapped my arms around him and started rubbing his back. My hands worked their way down to his waistline and I moved my hands under his shirt, and back up his back. I loved the feel of his skin. It was so soft. I moved my hands to his stomach just as he was sitting up. He took off his shirt, and came back down and continued kissing me.
A few more minutes of making out, and we ended up completely naked under the covers. He was again lying on top of me. He kicked my legs out and pulled my ass to his groin. He started pressing his hard cock against my butt and I couldn't believe how huge it felt. I reached down and grasped it, and almost lost my breath. He was humongous. It was about 12 inches long, and as thick as my wrist.
I pulled on his dick signaling him to bring it up to my face. He moved and ended up kneeling over my chest, putting his dick in my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of it. He was already leaking precum, and so was I. I gently licked and nibbled on his dick for a while, then I sucked it down as far as I could go. I probably only took like five or six inches. The rest wouldn't fit. I started sucking his dick like I had never had before. I had such passion and lust for this man. I felt incredible (I think the vicodin had something to do with it too). I sucked and sucked, and he eventually pulled back.
He slowly moved back down into his first position. He once again had each of my thighs resting on top of his, with his cock sliding up and down my ass crack. Suddenly I felt him pushing in. I winced a little after the head finally poked in. It went away really quick though (which I also think had something to do with the vicodin). I could feel the friction of his dick sliding deeper and deeper into me. It was the most amazing feeling.
He bent down and started kissing me again, just as he started up his rhythm. This was so amazing. I was in such lust. I could feel his heart thumping in his chest, as sweat began to form in-between our bodies. I started biting his neck. Not hard, but playfully.
This went on for a good 10-15 minutes when Lando suddenly sat up. He looked me in the eyes, and said, "I love you."
As soon as he said this, he placed his hands on both sides of my head and stared me in the eyes. Still pumping his enormous dick in and out of my asshole, he bit his lip and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, just as he was leaning down to kiss me again. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. That sent me over the edge and I started shooting my nut in-between our bodies. We stayed like that for a while. We fell asleep while he was still inside of me.
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