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Other stories, I've written:
once-upon-a-love (Interracial)
A-Plus-Student (Highschool -stories prior to 2002)
Cedar-Point-Black-Guy (Encouters -stories prior to 2004)
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Lando Part 2
I woke up around 7am, and Lando was gone. I still felt like shit. I didn't want to move. My head felt like it was going to explode. So what did I do? I took two more pills. I stayed in bed, recollecting the events that took place the night before. I still couldn't believe that Orlando told me that he loved me. That was really hard to believe. He was always the hard ass whom all the girls wanted and all the guys wanted to be. My thoughts kept me awake for quite a while...along with my headache. I tried so hard not to get attached to him, and come to find out he's in love with me? I guess that would explain his random phone calls to go get him, or come over to his house to fix his VERY simple computer problems. He obviously just wanted to see me. The wierd thing about all of this, is that I feel like I'm in love with him too. He's so fine, that it's unbelievable. I never even imagined I'd have a chance with him, but I guess my instict was off. All of these thoughts were getting tiring. My brain was starting to hurt. I decided to get up and walk around. That didn't last very long after I realized that it felt like a hammer was whacking my head with every footstep. I ended up back in bed. Mom was at work, so that left me home alone. I missed Lando. I picked up the phone and dialed his cellphone number. It went right to voicemail, but I hung up before it began recording.
I hadn't talked to Lando in almost two weeks. My stitches on the side of my face fell out. I hadn't looked in the mirror in fear of the scaring that was going to be left on my face. I knew it would kill my self-esteem, but today was the day that I decided to look. I stood in the bathroom with the bandages still on my face. I pulled at them, wincing as the tape ripped away from my skin. It definately left a scar. It ran from just above my left eyebrow, all the way down to just above my jawline. It was huge. I hated it! My eyes filled up with tears as I could see the permanent damage left to my face from that asshole at the party store. I instantly felt sick. I quickly turned off the bathroom light and headed back to my bed. I laid down and started balling my eyes out.
Ever since that night with Orlando, he was the main thing that stayed in my mind. I missed him so much! I just couldn't figure out why he hadn't called, or stopped by. I assumed that he had regretted everything, and tried to avoid me in order to void everything that had happened. I decided that it was just a fluke, and tried to get over it.
After seeing myself in the mirror, I decided not to go back to school. Instead I would complete my highschool career through homeschooling. I didn't want to deal with the questions about my face. It hurt whenever someone brought it up. Not just because it made me feel ugly, but it reminded me of Orlando. I didn't like thinking about him, because everytime I did, I'd get lonely.
Finally, about three weeks after the incident, at around 2:45am I was awaken from my sleep by the ringing of my cellphone. I picked it up and looked at the outside display and saw that it read, "Lando." I quickly flipped open the phone and said, "hello?"
"Jason, can I come over?"
"Umm, yeah I guess."
"Alright...your window?"
"Yeah,"
"I'll be there in a minute."
"Okay."
I waited patiently, then suddenly heard a knock on my bedroom window. I got out of bed and opened the window to see Orlando standing outside wearing some basketball shorts, and a white sleeveless shirt. His skin glowed in the moonlight.
"Come on," I said.
He crawled through the window and sat down on the bed.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Okay, I guess, but the question is...is how are you feeling?"
"Jay, what are you talkin bout'?" he asked.
"Lando...listen...last time you were here was kind of wierd for both of us, and I don't want you feeling like we can't be friends because of what happened."
I could see him looking at me with a very serious look in his eyes.
"I meant what I said to you Jason."
"Then how come you haven't called me? I don't know too many people that fall in love with someone and don't talk to them. I know I wouldn't do that, so whats going on?"
"I got arrested man... I was locked up for a lil bit, but I'm here now."
"What did you get arrested for?"
"That ain't important, what's important is that I'm here with you right now. I've missed you Jay."
I didn't really know how to respond to this. I knew he wasn't lying to me. I could always tell when he was lying. I'd see him do it when he was lying to his girlfriends, and teachers. He always did this eye movement. He was staring me straight into my eyes. He was serious. I decided not to bother him with it anymore, and laid back down.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
He took off his shirt, and shoes and crawled under the covers with me. He pulled me close to him just as he had done before. He held me like that for a while. Suddenly I felt him move his hand up to my face. His fingertips lightly brushed my scar.
"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I'm still sorry about it though. It don't change the way my heart feels about you, so I'm good."
I smiled at his comment. He moved his hand and started running his fingers through my hair. I eventually drifted off to sleep. I woke up a little while later to Orlando kissing my neck. I smiled just as I was opening my eyes. It's always a joy to wake up to a sexy ass black man nibbling on your neck. He saw my smile, and it sparked one of his award winning grins. He kissed my lips gently at first, then more forcefully. We kissed like this for quite some time. Then he kissed down my neck, down my chest, and down to my pubic hairs, then suddenly he stopped. I was as hard as a rock at this point. Suddenly, Orlando's hands grabbed my hips, and he lifted my ass into the air. I could feel him kissing my ass cheeks. Then his kisses ended on my entry. I could feel his tongue begin to swirl around the outside of my tunnel. It felt so good. I wanted to scream out my pleasure, but I wouldn't dare wake my Mom. Orlando pulled my ass into his face just as his tongue forced it's way inside of me. I softly moaned. This man definately knew how to work his tongue.
He set me back down onto the bed, and moved on top of me. He began kissing me again, and this time, he was grinding his clothed cock into my abdomen. He had me so turned on. I put my hands on his muscular arms, and felt them flex as he held his bodyweight. This man is so fine! I moved my hands, and lightly ran them over his freshly braided cornrows. He looked into my eyes, and smiled at me.
"I love you Jason," he said.
"I love you," I replied.
"I've never said that to anyone other than my Momma." he said.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back...almost blushing.
"For some reason, it's easy for me to say it to you. You my boy. You always helping me out with shit. My homies don't help me with half the shit you do. I got mad love for you, and that look in your eyes...thats why I'm in love with you. I ain't never trusted no one before, but I trust you... I love you"
"I love you," I said once again.
He once again flashed those pearly whites at me, and continued grinding against me. He removed his shorts, and went back to grinding me. After a while, he once again kicked my legs out and pulled my ass to him. He spit in his hand and rubbed it into my asscrack. He then put the head of his very large dick up against my tunnel, and pushed. He eventually got it in, and he slowly made love to me. Long slow strokes...in and out. He felt so amazing. I loved his sex! He gently kissed me as he filled me up, and after a while his breathing increased. Just like last time, he grabbed the sides of my face, and looked me directly in my eyes.
"I love you," he said again as his cum began spraying my insides.
Just like last time, I began cumming right with him. Feeling his sweatsoaked body laying on top of mine was so intoxicating. I didn't want to move, and I don't think he did either. After a while, he got up and went into my bathroom. He came back with a towel, and handed it to me. I cleaned myself up, and he laid back down with me. This time, he laid on his back, and I was on my side next to him with my head resting on his well-defined chest. I ended up drifting off to sleep.
More to come.....
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