Lando

*****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**

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)

Part 6

(After reading through all of these installments I realized quite a few errors in grammar, and for that I apologize. Please remember, that I'm only 20, and haven't really tried writing too many stories. One of the main errors that bothers me, is that I tend to switch from main character to narrator sometimes. I hope it's not too difficult to understand that the "Jason" character is the one I relate to the most, so sometimes I'll say, "I" instead of "Jason.")

"Dawg these braids are tight!" said a 16 year old black boy, staring at Lando's reflection in the mirror.

Lando smiled back at him, "Thanks shorty."

The kid stood up and walked over to the cash register, where Lando's Aunt Lisa awaited payment from him for the fine work her nephew performed.

"Oooo Weee...you sure look a whole lot better than you did when you walked up in here," said Lisa.

"Yeah, well, when you got a dude like that over there workin' his skills, you can make anyone look good." He replied.

"Amen to that," said Lisa.

"Make sure you give this to him," said the boy, as he handed Lisa a ten dollar bill.

"I sure will baby, now you take care now. And tell your friends to come get the hook up over here at my shop." She said in a cheerful southern drawl.

Lando followed him to the door, and locked it as soon as the boy exited. Lando walked back over and began sweeping up his station.

"Seemed kinda busy today," Lando said to his Aunt.

"It was...Marcella's gettin' married to this rich lawyer man, and he bought a bunch of gift certificates to pass out to all the people at the weddin so they can come here and get they hair done. He gave me a check for 5 g's. Said it was Marcella's idea, cause me and her are good friends, and she thought it would be a nice incentive to get people to come to her weddin. She think no one likes her cause she got money."

"She must have money to be spending five thousand dollars on everybody else for her own damn wedding," Lando replied.

"Boy watch that tone with me, you know betta than that." Snapped Lisa.

"Yes, Ma'am, I'm sorry," replied Lando.

"Baby you need a ride home?" Lisa asked.

"Naw, my boy Jason is coming to get me," he said.

"Alright baby. Will you shut everything down? I have to get dinner going so all them kids staying at my house don't starve."

"No problem Auntie," said Lando without hesitation.

His Aunt grabbed her purse out from under the cash register, walked over and gave Lando a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then left through the back door of the small hair salon.

Lando finished cleaning up, and was just about to turn off the lights when he heard someone pounding on the front door. He couldn't quite make out who was outside because the street was so dark. As he got closer to the door, he realized, it was Mr. Smith. Lando rolled his eyes in irritation.

"Hey!! Mr. Smith yelled. "DAWG YOU GOTTA BRAID ME UP, I GOT SOME IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO TOMORROW."

Lando stared out the door in disbelief. "NIGGA WE CLOSED, AND I ALREADY TOLD YO ASS I AIN'T FIXING YOU UP NO MORE." Just then he saw Mr. Smith reach inside his pocket, and pull out a 100 dollar bill. He slapped it against the glass, and said, "HOW ABOUT NOW?" Lando looked at the bill, then back at Mr. Smith's face. He glanced down at the floor for a second to think about it, then decided he needed the money.

He walked over to the door and unlocked it. Mr. Smith walked in casually, as if he weren't just yelling at the top of his lungs like a mad man. He strolled over to the nearest chair and sat down.

"You know, I had to come back here, cause the other day when you did the one half of my head, it looked tight. I just wished you would've finished it."

"Yeah well, you have a certain way of pissing me off." Lando said.

Mr. Smith smiled at this. Lando merely continued to look irritated.

"Alright dawg, what do u want?" Lando asked.

"I want a lot of things...but for now, just some cornrows," he replied.

Just then Lando heard a knock coming from the back door. He walked over and unlocked the door to find Jason standing outside. Lando glanced back at Mr. Smith, who seemed to be checking out Lando's ass. He stepped outside, out of Mr. Smith's view and gave Jason a quick hug and kiss.

"Baby, this nigga's up in here wanting me to braid his hair."

"Do you want me to come back?"

"Naw baby, you can come in and wait."

"Alright."

Jason walked in behind Lando and met Mr. Smith's gaze.

"Wassup," Jason said to Mr. Smith, not wanting to seem rude.

"Yo," said Mr. Smith.

Jason couldn't help but notice how familiar Mr. Smith looked. Almost as if he'd met him before. Mr. Smith didn't appear to recognize Jason, so Jason dropped the thought from his mind.

Lando walked over and pulled out his pick, and began picking out Mr. Smith's hair. No one said anything for what seemed like a half hour.

Finally, Jason broke the silence, "Wow, that looks real tight. Where'd you learn how to do that?" Jason asked.

"My Auntie showed me, and the rest is just the way I do it." Replied Lando.

"Yeah, I like the way you do it," said Mr. Smith with a slightly seductive look on his face.

Jason pretended not to notice, while Lando's eyes narrowed and begain intently staring at the braid he was currently working on.

"How long have you been braiding hair Lando?" Jason asked, wondering why Lando never told him that he braided hair here at his Aunties Shop. Jason assumed he helped out here by ringing up customers, or cleaning up.

"Lando...." Said Mr. Smith before Lando could answer the question. "That's hot," said Mr. Smith in a matter-of-fact tone.

Jason noticed Mr. Smith staring through the mirror at Lando. His gaze was moving from his lips, to his arms, to his hands on his head, to his belt buckle.

Jason instantly became very uncomfortable. "Who the hell was this guy?" he thought. He was not stupid when it came to reading body language, and this guy was certainly throwing some questionable actions out there.

"Since I was 10," Lando replied. Once again, there was that thick silence coursing through the air. The only sound you could hear was the jar of grease sliding around on the table, as Lando dipped his fingers into it.

"Lando, is there a radio in here?" asked Jason.

"Yeah, it's over there, behind the register." Lando pointed.

Just then, then thought occurred to Jason, that he had Lando's CD in the car. He thought he would show off for his baby by playing his CD, so he stood up to go get it.

"Bab.....Lando, I'mma go out to the car and get a CD," Jason said as he walked out of the back door leaving Lando and Mr. Smith alone, yet again.

"You kickin it with whitey?" asked Mr. Smith.

"Why the fuck does it matter who I'm kickin it with?" Lando asked sounding overly irritated.

"Why you gotta be so feisty all the damn time?" asked Mr. Smith.

"Why do you gotta be all up in a brothas business all the damn time?" Lando shot back.

"I'm just trying to get to know a nigga, but if he's off limits I can respect that," Mr. Smith said in earnest.

Lando was taken aback by this statement, but decided not to say anything.

Jason walked back in through the back door and walked over to the CD player. He put the CD in, and pressed play. Suddenly, the small shop was filled with the sound of a car engine, followed by the sound of tires squeeling, and then a crash in unison with a bassline, and drum pattern that made ya just want to get up and dance.

"Baby, turn that off," Lando said, somewhat nervously.

Jason looked at Lando with a confused look. "Why Lando, this shit is hot!!"

"Jason...please turn it off," Lando said again with a very serious look on his face.

Jason pressed the "stop" button on the CD player.

"Wait wait wait," beckoned Mr. Smith waving his hands. "That sounded like some hot underground unreleased shit... why he gotta turn it off?" asked Mr. Smith.

Jason, and Mr. Smith both looked at Lando waiting for his response. Lando didn't say anything, he just continued braiding.

"Cause it's not finished yet," Lando said.

"Yes it is," shot Jason in a matter-of-fact way.

Lando shot Jason an irritated look.

"You mean to tell me that's you?" asked Mr. Smith, sounding surprised.

Jason nodded at Mr. Smith with a wide grin spread across his face... "He's good isn't he?"

"Press play lil man," said Mr. Smith to Jason.

Jason pressed the play button again, and the song continued right where it left off. Lando threw down the pick and walked over to the CD player and took the CD out, and put it in his pocket, then walked back over and continued braiding.

Mr. Smith sat staring into the mirror at Lando, just as he was finishing up the last braid.

"Nigga, I ain't trying to sound conceited, but do you know how many wannabe rappers try to get me to listen to their CD's?" questioned Mr. Smith as he stood from the chair, wiping his jacket with his hands.

"Sounds pretty conceited, for someone who's trying not to sound conceited," said Lando as he headed over to the cash register.

Suddenly Jason knew why Mr. Smith looked so familiar. He was on a "VH1 Behind the music" special on TV. Quinten Smith, Rap/Hip-Hop Producer, and co-owner of Bling Records. "Holy Shit," Jason thought to himself in disbelief.

"You think you a tough lil nigga don't you?" Mr. Smith asked in a joking manner. "I'll tell you what..."he said, as he reached into his inside pocket. "You take this business card from me and hold on to it. When you feel like making some money, you let me know." Mr. Smith threw the card down on the counter next to the cash register. He then pulled his wallet out and set a hundred next to the card.

"Have a nice evening....Dawg," he said as he turned and exited the store, passing Lando whose eyes were blank of expression.

Jason appeared to be frozen in place trying to sort out what just happened. Lando seemed to make sure he didn't make eye contact with Jason.

"Are you upset with me?" Jason asked.

"Baby, I just don't see why you had to go out to the car and get my CD. I'm talking bout shit on there that I don't talk about to a lot of people. I just don't want people to hear everything I'm saying on there."

"I'm sorry, I should've asked you." Jason replied lowering his gaze to the ceramic tiles underneath his feet.

"See that?" Lando asked in a soft whisper. "That's why I love you. You keep it real, and simple, and ain't too many people out there trying to have that." Lando did a quick sweep of his station once more.

Jason couldn't help but wonder if Lando had caught on to what had just happened. Did he not realize that he just did Quentin Smith's hair? Could he have possibly not caught on to the fact that Quentin Smith was just underneath his fingertips, listening to his song, and LIKED IT???

"Baby?" Jason started. "Have you ever wanted to be a big hot shot rapper??"

Lando stared into Jason's eyes for a moment. "You think people want to see a black gay rapper?" "To be honest with you, it wouldn't surprise me if a black gay rapper came out right about now. Seems like everyone is going to every extreme, why not go there?" Jason joked. "Seriously though, do you know whose business card you're holding?" asked Jason.

Lando lazily shrugged his shoulders.

"That was Quentin Smith....he is a big shot in the rap industry. A HUGE big shot...and he just said he likes your music, and he gave you his business card."

"That nigga wanna make money off me??" Lando asked sounding confused and surprised all at the same time.

"Well he gave you his card," Jason said.

"I'll call him and see what the deal is," Lando surmised.

Lando finally flicked the light switch, and he and Jason left the small shop.

The whole way home, Jason educated Lando on Mr. Quentin Smith. So much so, that by the time they had reached the driveway, Jason was humming a song of an artist Mr. Smith produced.

Lando let out a small laugh at Jason's rendition of the song and said, "Baby I love your silly ass."

They headed into the house and found all the lights off. Jason knew his Mom had long since gone to bed, so they headed to the bedroom.

Lando immediately took off his shirt upon entering the bedroom and threw it in the laundry basket on the small closet floor. He threw himself on the bed and let out a long breathy sigh. Jason sat down on the bed and took off his shoes.

"Do you want anything from the kitchen?" Jason asked standing up and heading out of the room.

"Naw, I'm tight." Lando replied.

When Jason returned to the room he found Lando slightly snoring, still in the same position he had been when Jason left. Jason walked over and kneeled down next to the bed. He reached down and began untying Landos shoes and pulled them from his feet. Lando suddenly sat up, and looked at Jason.

"Just lay down, I'll take care of you," said Jason in a soft whisper.

Lando laid back down on the bed, his legs still hanging off the side. Jason reached up, and undid the shiny silver belt buckle holding Lando's pants up. After unfastening his Jeans, he pulled his pants down and off, revealing his sexy chocolate colored legs. Jason couldn't help but notice the small crinkly black hairs on Lando's legs. He ran his hand from Lando's knee, up and over his boxer covered groin.

"Mmmm," moaned Lando.

Jason continued running his hand up over past Lando's finely formed stomach, up over his hard defined chest.

Lando reached down and grabbed Jason and pulled him up on top of him. Jason let out a small laugh before letting his lips slide over Landos into a sensuous kiss. Lando's kissing soon became more passionate and, in an instant, Lando moved with the grace of a cat, and had Jason underneath him. He reached down and pulled his boxers off, then jumped up, straddling Jason's chest. Lando's now hard cock was pointed directly at Jason's face.

"Come on baby, all them times you sucked on this before, don't get shy on me now," Lando said sarcastically.

Jason knew he didn't need an invitation to partake in this event. He slurped in the oversized manhood with a quickness, slobbering all over the thick black cock.

"That's right baby, get it nice and wet...you know what the plan is...."Lando encouraged.

Jason stopped sucking just long enough for Lando to jump off of him and flip him over on the bed. Lando's bearded face was soon scratching Jason's ass cheeks and he tried to chew on his hole. Lando licked, fucked, sucked, and tickled Jasons tiny little door, until he was squirming for Lando's cock.

Lando kissed his way up Jason's back until he reached his neck. With a little spit, and a minute to spread it around, Lando was ready to push all of his huge prick up Jason's ass.

"Baby, I love making love to you," whispered a very horny Lando.

His cock slid in with ease, all the way to the hilt. Jason was quite used to taking Lando's cock all the way in by this point. They fucked all the time. Soon Jason was biting his pillow trying not to be real loud, as he didn't want to wake his mom.

Lando made sure he fucked in long slow strokes, feeling the skin on his dick sliding in and out of the wet warm silky tightness. Jason pulled away from Lando, causing his cock to slip from his hole and flop down against Lando's thigh. As quickly as he could, Jason flipped onto his back, and lifted his legs into the air. Lando positioned himself once again, and pushed his cock in slow motion, all the way back in. Jason sighed with pleasure as he felt each inch penetrating him from this angle. Lando leaned down and began kissing Jason really softly. The kissing soon became more intense, and Jason reached down and began masturbating his own cock.

"Harder" whispered Jason.

Lando picked up the pace, and was soon plowing Jason's ass. Smacking noises were soon becoming audible. This only made Lando speed up.

"Clap for me baby, make this booty clap," said Lando in a breathy voice.

Jason was so turned on, and he knew he was getting close to cumming.

"Baby....mmm....Baby....yeah" said Jason.

"Baby, I'm gonna nut." Said Lando.

Jason wrapped his legs around Lando and pulled him against himself. He could feel Lando's huge cock flexing inside his ass as it released his spurts of cum.

Jason's cock soon began spraying it's own cum all over Lando's chest. Lando leaned back down once more, and kissed Jason on the forehead and said, "I love you Jason."

To be continued.*****

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