"Over the Backyard Fence" - Part 2
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Part 2
I woke up to "wow: and feeling a little sticky. The rain had stopped and light, but no sun was coming through the window. I would like to say that my butt was a little sore from last evening, but it was wishful thinking. This was my idiotic way to relieve the stress of having to settle for good enough. There are times when memories make one realize how lucky we are to just stay in the moment.
I thought about that, but only briefly. Perhaps after last night being romantic, nasty sex would be our new normal.
Cliff was not in bed beside me. I noticed he has unlocked the bedroom door. The shower was running and the bathroom was already steamy.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked watching the moving silhouette of Cliff naked form behind a shower curtain'
Cliff's head came around the curtain, "Come on bro I need you in here with me."
"You do?" I said
"Don't get cutesy with me, just get your lily white ass in here and hold me." Replied Cliff grinning from ear to ear, with water dropping down his face...
I stepped carefully into the shower and Cliff immediately held me as we stood under a waterfall of warm water. The electric power was still off but the generator was keeping up with everything including the hot water heater.
Cliff circled his arms around my waist, like he would for a girlfriend. I put my arms around Cliff brawny neck, and we kissed not as friends and not as brothers, but like two people in love. I felt sort of girlish kissing a man that way, but we are gay, so that is how passion works.
I want to fuck," said Cliff fingering my ass. I looked at him in astonishment. It was not for what he said; but rather for the concern of using too much hot water with the electricity still out. Nothing happened. We dried off and went back into the bedroom.
You are so full of it brother," I said trying to get the last word.
"Tommy, my boy, you are so full of it. He said correcting me. I am talking black cock – not later, but now, as he locked the bedroom door again.
Cliff was dark brown almost chocolate noir with skin as smooth as silk. His face, beard and mustache, set my heart fluttering. Good lord, he was beautiful with a body and cock to match.
We were still naked and very much aroused. After all that kissing nonsense, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It seemed like seconds and he had me on the bed with my legs in the air stretched towards the ceiling.
Cliff tongue was fucking my hole with little jabs and I was getting sloppy wet. I knew I was clean, so I just relaxed and gave myself to him. This was no time to start having rules to the game.
Cliff scooted up to my butt with his dick inches away from the entrance to the cave. Slowly and carefully he started to enter me stopping and starting. It didn't hurt; in fact there wasn't much to it at all.
I was totally relaxed and he slid in gently so my muscles could hold him tight. Then he picked up fucking speed. He fucked me long and deep going from side to side wiggling in and out like a serpent high on weed. His cock was hitting spots I never knew I had.
With his cock deep inside my body, he put his face next to mine and kissed my ear using his wet tongue.
It was 5 star time seeing how this black bro could make love. He wasn't just fucking me – he loved me and faggots seldom get such genuine treatment.
"Oh baby, you cast a spell on me," he whispered in my ear as I felt him shoot warm fluid into my bowls.
"You are fuckin awesome Tom. I have me a good looking kid who grew into a handsome man – yeah – my man" commented Clifford, still surfing inside my ass.
"I'll say one thing," I told cliff. "You black dudes sure know how to fuck and please your mate. I grew up with you Cliff and never believed you could fuck like that. You are thought-grabbing perfect,"
"Ain't I tho," was all he said.
We stayed resting quietly for about five minutes before his long black cock softened and slipped from my body.
"If I could stay hard, I would be inside you all morning – damn that hole is fine."
"You think so, huh?" I replied
"Ain't that what I just said?"
"Just checkin – just checkin," I mumbled
"I bet you are," said Cliff getting the last word.
We jostled words around like this, all the time. It was nothing new. We were not an odd couple – we were a great couple.
We got up together and went into the bathroom. Cliff ducked into the shower again and quickly washed his private package. Moments later he was back in the bedroom getting dressed and humming like a stupid bird.
I sat on the toilet letting liquid and cum run from my ass like a street whore after being gang raped. Only it wasn't a gang. It was Clifford, an ideal man, full of cum who filled me with his powerful flow of sticky syrup.
It didn't take me long before I was feeling natural with my bottom washed and clean; talk about a lady in waiting...well let's not.
There was a flicker and the generator shut off, suddenly the lights popped back on.
"Oh, thank you Jesus," mumbled Esther to my mom Caroline, as they worked preparing breakfast together.
"It is good being back to normal, said Caroline directing her glance towards the two of us seated at the table like brothers.
I started to reply when Cliff poked me and said – "I've got this"
"Geezus," I thought, "here comes another joke." But that didn't happen.
"You are correct, mother Caroline," Cliff said to my mom. "There is much to be said about the word `normal'- It is the way you think things should be, making it the way you want them to be?" concluded Cliff being polite.
"I really don't have a thought about that. What are we talking about anyway?" She asked placing bacon on the plates along with eggs sunny side up.
"I forgot" replied Cliff expecting a different answer.
My dad, Sam Rossi, was the last one to come into the room. He was getting slower and slower.
Sam worked all his life in construction, but after a near fatal heart attack three years ago, that ended. His new occupation was complaining and finding jobs for me and even Cliff to do.
He got along beautifully with Esther and was a close buddy with her late husband Roy. There was no doubt the five of us, Esther, Clifford, Caroline, Sam and me, were a family. We were white and black in a race free zone.
Cliff and I went an extra ten (not just one) but ten miles growing up together. We learned to respect one another with emotion and a strong sexual drive. We were not ready to talk about what we do behind closed doors to the family – but they knew, parents always know.
The fence between our two properties was place there by Cliff's dad Roy and my dad Sam. It was a low stockade fence separating the properties.
At the time, we had a dog and Esther had a couple of cats. Being outside was a nightmare with animals. So our parents separated the properties with a fence. The pets are gone now, but the fence remains with a huge gate which is never closed. We are separated by nothing.
During the storm with heavy rain and wind, a large limb broke free from an elm tree and landed on the fence. It broke the upper post and damaged several wooden boards.
"I have some bad news for everybody," my dad said, sitting down his coffee cup. A huge limb cracked during the storm and broke Esther's part of the fence."
No one was especially upset, it was just a fence and it could be fixed. So my dad leaned back in his chair and almost like a bully said – "Boy's you have some work to do"
He did next to nothing around the property. Clifford and I did it all. It was fair because we paid nothing for room and board, but worked doing everything outside and in. We both had regular jobs, so we also paid the school and property tax for our parents because we could afford it.
Cliff looked directly at my dad and said, "Papa Rossi, you realize the broken part is your section of the fence, not ours – I'm just saying' said Clifford
"I do know that," replied Sam
"Oh" exclaimed Cliff
"He is a complainer sweetheart," my mom said to Cliff."
"The boys will fix it," chimed in Esther. Who cares what part needs repair?"
Under the table Cliff squeezed my knee and my dick rose to attention like a good solder. "Are we going to be old farts complaining like that someday?" Cliff whispered to me.
"Probably, we are the apples falling close to the tree – so yeah, probably."
Cliff rolled my cock around in his hand playing with me. It was covered with underwear and shorts, but his groping was right on target. No one paid attention. They were still talking about that damn fence as if it was the pearly gate leading to the great beyond.
We left the table to go outside with the excuse of looking at the tree limb and the fence. "Whew, it looks like some chain saw work is needed here," I said to Clifford
"That is your job. I don't do chain saws," said Cliff, running his tongue over his lips like a nervous Nellie.
"Just what the hell do you do?" I asked rather frisky
"I work – but first I gotta take care of something. That is you fucker; my brother, my baby, my man"
There isn't any way to explain what happens when a hot looking, cool acting, thirty something, fine looking black brother, looks you in the eye and mumbles sexy talk. And you already know how good he is under the sheets. No sir, there is just no way to explain that feeling.
All I can think about is getting my paws on whitey's crotch and tapping that custard cock filled with `brew dog' cream. I know the good stuff when I taste it," said Clifford
"Sounds like you have it all figured out," I said,
"That's what I'm talking `bout fool." Replied Cliff - "I wanna suck me some dick. You got cheated this morning, I fucked and ran. I owe you bro. Yes I do, I owe you a blow job."
He began touching me and my cock started to swell being near him. This was happening more and more. It's like I owned nothing. My cock and body belonged to Cliff. It worked in reverse also. All I had to do was give him a certain look in a private place, and his cock was in my hand. We were pathetic.
Although nobody was watching us, we were in the backyard in plain sight of the kitchen windows. We casually walked into the garage where the saws and tools were kept.
It was then Cliff put his hand under my shorts and grabbed hold of my cock and dropped quickly to his knees. My cock went into his mouth and he moaned like a baby wolf hungry for his mama's milk.
I had built up so much passion for this blow job that I thought I was going to pass out. Moisture was running down my chest and my crotch was getting wet from spit spewing from Clifford's gifted mouth.
He swallowed my cock skillfully. Those magnificent lips were good for something fine, when it came to sucking cock. My mind exploded as velvety throat muscles milked me until I was whimpering.
In a quiet frenzy producing the reality of what was happening, my legs tightened -- his lips tightened around my dick and I exploded a healthy load of hot sticky cum - a juice he called `brew dog'
When Cliff used the word brew dog,' it meant good-stuff.' I have no idea where that came from. He had his own expressions and I understood most of them. It wasn't that difficult, when a little black kid and a little white kid grow up together.
I hung on to his shoulders and rubbed my stout cock across his moist pinkish black lips with his tongue licking everything in its path. I stayed inside his mouth for a couple of minutes just feeling the warmth of his spit. Cliff held on to my balls, finally saying; "Mine – you are mine."
We returned momentarily to reality and went back to the broken fence - We were becoming good at grabbing sex on the sly. Every so often, we smile, just to get through it. Actually, we smile a lot because we are happy together.
It was still wet outside so we decided to wait until the following day to work on the fence. Esther and Clifford returned home and things became normally quiet again.
Later that evening I sent Cliff a text reminding him about tomorrow. He replied immediately and said... "Of course, long live the fence"
I crawled into bed thinking about him in a specific way. It is no more complicated than that.
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