Russell and Calvin (Part 2)
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After Calvin gave Russell an unexpected blow job, he seemed to avoid the boy for several weeks. If Russell saw Calvin from a distance, and tried to make eye contact, Calvin would turn his head away as if he hadn't even seen him. It even got so bad that if Calvin was on a bus, and Russell got on at a later stop, Calvin would try to slip out of the back door unnoticed, and walk the remaining blocks to school.
Russell couldn't figure it out – he wasn't sure what he had done wrong.
Several times he overheard Calvin bragging to his black friends – "I got white bitches suckin' on my dick." Calvin was full of adolescent bravado, but he didn't have time for his white friends anymore.
One day, after school, Russell was relaxing on his couch watching music videos when the doorbell rang.
He thought it was the FedEx man, or maybe a repairman his mom forgot to tell him was coming. His heart leapt, with apprehension, when he looked out of the peephole and saw Calvin standing there.
Russell had no reason to believe anything good would come of this.
Again, Calvin hadn't talked with him in weeks – not since the black boy sat on his living room floor, wiping Russell's cum off of his lips.
Russell thought that maybe Calvin was ashamed of what had happened and had come to take it out him. Maybe he Calvin decided that by beating Russell up, and trashing his home, he could erase the memory of how much he enjoyed sucking Russell's white cock.
He cracked the door open, keeping the door chain on.
"What do you want?"
"I need to talk with you, man – let me in. I can't be standin' out here on the street."
Calvin seemed nervous, even vulnerable. This made Russell feel more confident. He unfastened the chain and let the boy in.
"That's funny. You never want to talk when I see you at school or in the mall. Why do you want to talk now?"
Calvin brushed Russell aside and headed for the boy's living room, "I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about. You acted like you was mad at me; that's why I didn't talk with you. But I need to ask you to do me a favor now, though."
Russell's face reddened with anger. It was bad enough this guy had been running away from him, but to deny that all of this was going on, and to blame Russell to boot ... He had to restrain himself from tossing the boy out of his home.
"Look man, make it fast – my mom's going be home soon and I've got shit to do."
Calvin looked alarmed, "Your mom's comin'? Maybe we can do this some other day."
Russell was getting impatient, but he was also curious. He wanted to know what was on Calvin's mind, even if he didn't intend to help him get what he wanted.
"Tell me what you want. I've got enough time for you to tell me."
Calvin bit his lip and looked down at the floor, "You remember that shit we been doin – the last time I was over here?"
Russell smirked at the boy, "You mean how you sucked my cock and I came in your mouth? Yeah, I seem to remember that shit."
Calvin shot the boy a sharp glare, then he looked back down at the floor, "Well, no homo man, I wanna do it again. I aint into no gay it like that, or nothin', I just wanna know what it feels like to do it."
It was all Russell could do to keep from telling the black boy to go to hell, but Russell suddenly felt his cock was getting hard in his pants.
Russell wasn't gay, but he couldn't deny that missed having Calvin's thick lips wrapped around his cock. It was the first time Russell ever had his cock sucked, and he wanted Calvin to do it for him again.
"Dude, how are you gonna suck my dick twice and still say that it's not gay?"
Calvin nearly jumped at the comment, "Because I aint no queer shit. I aint into no queer shit. I like the bitches. They swing on my nuts. They be textin' me alla time."
Then, with almost a pleading expression crossing Calvin's face he added, "Look, aint nobody gonna know ..."
Calvin's face suddenly hardened and he started for the door, as if he was on fire, "Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have come here in the first place. You muthafucka got it all twisted. You gonna think I'm gay. This aint got nothin' to do with gay. I just wanna see what it feels like."
Russell realized that the best sexual experience he ever had was about to walk out of his door.
He didn't have time to make sense of Calvin's logic, if there was any sense to be found in it – he just needed to put this black boy to work while he was still willing to do the job.
He grabbed Calvin's arm, "Okay, Okay – look, my mom's not really gonna be home for hours. Let's just do this and call it a man-to-man thing..."
Calvin nodded in agreement, "That's just what it is. If you was a sissy I wouldn't even be touchin' yo cock."
Russell unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor and looked at Calvin, "Okay, let's see if you're man enough to get this thing hard."
Calvin dropped to his knees and pulled down the white boy's boxer shorts. He didn't have to worry about getting Russell hard because the boy was already sporting a throbbing boner.
Russell sat down at the edge of his couch and Calvin squatted in front of him. Calvin wrapped his lips around Russell's throbbing red meat. The black boy was definitely a natural.
Russell sighed has he felt the boy's thick, soft lips envelope his cock. Russell thought Calvin's lips on his cock was about the best sensation he ever had. Russell's cock stiffened even harder as it slid back and forth across Calvin's wet tongue.
At first Russell was content to let Calvin enjoy himself; he intended to let Calvin go at his own pace, but then Russell grabbed Calvin's head and moved it up and down on his cock at a pace that would give him maximum pleasure.
The thought crossed Russell's mind that Calvin's lips and tongue were meant to serve his needs. Guilt flashed through Russell's mind as soon as he caught himself thinking this, but that didn't stop him from making the black boy's head bob up and down on his dick.
He looked down at Calvin and sneered, "Suck it."
Calvin's hot, wet mouth seemed well suited for the Russell's cock. Russell enjoyed the sight of his throbbing red member thrusting in and out of the black boy's thick lips.
Russell paused, momentarily, to savor the sight of his ivory balls, slapping against Calvin's dark chin.
"Take that cock," he mumbled, "Take that cock and suck it."
Russell couldn't be sure, but it seemed as talking nasty to Calvin made him suck even harder. The black boy tightened his lips on Russell's cock, which sent a thrill through his body. Calvin ran his tongue up and down Russell's stiff white shaft.
Russell blushed; he pushed his hair away from his ruddy cheeks. He looked at Calvin's face and noticed it was coated with sweat. Russell smirked at the thought of how hard he was making Calvin work after such a long time of abstinence. Russell was aroused at the sight of a black boy with a white cock in his mouth.
Calvin's eyes watered. Tears of strain -- pleasurable discomfort -- streamed down the side of his face; still, Calvin kept his eyes wide open, fully taking in the experience of being used as Russell's personal cocksucker.
Russell, growled, "Blow me," certain that Calvin was getting his fill of white cock today.
Russell pushed on the back of the boy's head, mashing Calvin's face into Russell's pubes, giving him a chance to get intimate with Russell's groin, whether that intimacy was voluntary or not.
Russell looked down at Calvin, whose face was stuffed with his cock, "I must be a beast," he said to himself, "I've got this black boy just where I want him, slobbering on my dick."
Russell tightened his grip on Calvin's head. He thrust his hips wildly against the boy's face. His body trembled.
Russell gasped, "Blow me, Nigga. Blow me."
He let out a loud groan and pumped his cum down the boy's throat.
Russell's cum came in waves, pulsating, one spurt after another, hitting the roof of Calvin's mouth and then dropping onto his tongue, before sliding down the back of his throat.
Calvin swallowed Russell's load so that he would be able to breathe, only to be followed by another mouthful of the horny white teenager's cum.
All Calvin could taste or smell was the fresh, creamy cum from the white boy's cock. It completely coated Calvin's mouth and lips. Calvin's face was covered with the stench of the white boy's pubes.
Russell's cock kept pumping sperm into Calvin's mouth, like a high-pressure hose.
Strands of thick, white cum oozed out of the corners of Calvin's lips because he couldn't swallow all of it.
Once Russell finished emptying his load he let go of Calvin's head and sighed, "You're a good cocksucker."
Russell lay back on his couch, catching his breath. Calvin's body, suddenly released from Russell's grip, fell backward onto the floor, at Russell's feet.
Globs of the white boy's cum bubbled up through Calvin's lips.
The next day Russell saw Calvin at school. The black boy averted his glance, pretending he didn't even know the boy whose cock he had gotten to know so intimately the day before.
Russell stood beside Calvin, hoping to make eye contact, hoping to strike up conversation – but there was nothing.
Russell looked around, seeing that nobody was close enough to hear, he smirked and leaned over to whisper, "You could at least tell me how much you enjoyed having my cock in your mouth yesterday."
Calvin shot the boy an annoyed look, "Muthafucka, get the fuck outta my face – I don't know you..."
Russell smirked again, "Okay, have it your way. But next time you come around my house, wanting to suck my cock, I'm gonna make you beg me for it."
Both boys were startled by how this brief exchange of hostile words made their cocks hard.
Calvin gave the boy another angry glance, "I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about, but I do know this – you best get outta my face."
Russell shook his head and went down the hall to get to class before he was late.
Calvin rushed into the boys' room to find a secluded stall so that he could take care of his sudden urgent need.