Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at slash-fiction, based on the ShowTime tv series "Weeds".
Usual disclaimers apply, ShowTime hasn't promoted porn or paedophilia significantly more than other networks, nothing is implied about (merely believed about ;-) the actors, the characters or the nature of the universe which is often at odds with my head, so if you're too young, too narrow-minded or just plain easily offended by kinky free-for-all bi-sex - Go Away!
Hi my name is Silas Botwin, I'm fifteen years old and I live in Agrestic, CA. I have the cutest little brother called Shane, a girlfriend called Megan who's deaf, a dead-beat uncle called Andy, and a Mom called Nancy who deals drugs to our quiet little community with the help of her friends. Mom's line of work has grought her, occasionally, into contact with some unsavoury characters. Luckily, that is not the case with Conrad who has the body of a gigolo, but a heart of gold...
Black is Beautiful ===================
"Mrs. Hodes?", Silas called, walking into the kitchen wearing flipflops and low slung shorts, no tan line visible. "Celia? Your back door's open!". Then he noticed a striking black man standing in the kitchen, making pancakes wearing only a Michaelangelo's "David" apron, strong ebony legs leading to an ass that looked chiseled.
"Back door, front door, she's been open all over eva since last night," he chuckled to himself.
"What?!", Silas asked, dropping his gaze as the man turned to him.
"Nevermind." the tall man mumbled. "Say, aren't you Andy's nephew, Silas? I'm Conrad, I've heard a lot about you. Never said you were so pretty, though, put it there, man," He had a warm handshake and large hands.
"Oh, you're Conrad," Silas said, blushing a bit in spite of himself, "I remember you, we used to play out in the sprinklers together, when I was just a kid."
"Yeah, ages ago. You a real grown up man now. What are you, sixteen?"
Conrad turned back to the pancakes, revealing once again his perfect square ass and his powerful legs.
"Fifteen," Silas said, "Won't be sixteen till December. So, where is everyone?"
"The beautiful Quinn is still down in Mexico, her little sister's at grandma's, her Dad's at a convention for the weekend, probably with the tennis instructor, and Celia is still resting from what was, for all concerned, a long night", Conrad said, "You want some breakfast?"
Silas noticed a bulge starting to show behind the apron and sat down, "I was kinda hoping for sex. Think I could join you?"
Conrad placed two pancakes on a plate in front of him and smiled lazily. "What makes you think you up to a match with a dangerous dude like me and a fancy chic like Celia?", he asked walking closer, slowly gravitating his crotch close to Silas's soft lips.
Silas poured some maple over the pancakes, then looked up deviously. He said, "Ever since I was a kid I thought maple syrup was too sweet. You have anything salty I might balance it with?", then reached a hand back to open the knot on Conrad's apron.
Conrad pulled the apron off amazed, "Fuck you white boy! You asked for it!"
Silas gasped when he saw the 10" circumcised black rod. Conrad's body looked as if it had been chiseled out of granite, powerful arms, a lithe form tapering at the hips, black hair powedered over his chest and tapered down his groin where his dick pointed down, heavy and still not fully hard. Silas started licking the large mushroom cap, then suddenly took six inches into his mouth.
"Bitch!" Conrad cried out. Silas started moving slowly up and down the shaft, each time working a bit more of Conrad's amazing dick in through his satiny lips.
"Oh shit, man, that is some fine blowing, where a pretty bitch like you learn to give such fine head?" Conrad asked, the whole black foot finally firmly lodged down Silas's tight throat.
As he started pumping his dick in and out of Silas's mouth faster, Silas said, "Just some friends." Of course, it was all muffled, as Silas had intended, but the vibrations through Conrad's cock made him realize the boy knew exactly what he was doing, and he started face-fucking the white fifteen year old freely, holding his head tight as he slowly worked himself in, then out, in then out. He noticed the growing bulge in Silas's pants and rubbed it slowly and gently with his foot, all the while pushing his cock methodically in and out the boy's throat, "Nice lump you got there, no wonder Celia wanted to wrap her lips around that." He reached over to open the boys fly and pulled out his cock, already coated with sticky precum. Silas closed his eyes and started wriggling his ass on the seat, murmuring passionate sounds around Conrad's thick dick and threatening to send him over the edge.
Conrad pulled out, "I think I gonna get me a piece of that lilly-fine ass, no way an ass that fine resist my third foot."
He raised Silas up as if he were a doll, and lowered him on the plate of pancakes, face on the table, dick above the maple covered mound.
"Oh shit!" Silas cried.
Conrad grabbed the maple syrup and covered his cock mixing it in with Silas' spit.
He pulled down the boy's shorts, "No tan line neither, who you been playing with in the back yard?"
Silas turned his head back and smiled, "Skinnydippping with Shane. And Josh. And Andy."
Conrad smiled back, and pushed the head of his cock in Silas' warm pink asshole, "Why don't you tell me all about it while you getting used to getting used?"
He pushed the other 6" in one swoop, and Silas gasped, "Oh, God!".
Silas relaxed a bit and said, "We've been blacking mailing Andy into having sex online. "
Conrad started slowly pumping in and out, "No shit?!"
"Awww..." Silas moaned, "Yah, um, cause he tried to make it with my girlfriend online."
Conrad pushed in to the hilt, then started with an increase in tempo, reaching around for the boy's dick and wrapping his hand around it with swirling motions. "Oh, wow," Silas said, "We got him on film and threatened to tell my Mom."
Silas felt the mamoth black cock pistoning in and out, slithering through him, "And it helps pay the bills...
Aw... man... you're so good!... Awwww!!!". He started shuddering and Conrad grabbed him and held him in the air, while the boy came all over the pancakes. His ass contracted around Conrad's cock and Conrad started coming in the fifteen year old, waving him around as he shot violently, pushing his milky cum into the slim ass.
He laid the boy carefully back on the table beside the pancakes, then started eating himself out of the boy's leaking chute. Silas looked back at him and asked, "So can I come play with you and Mrs. Hodes from now on?"
Conrad smiled, "Eat your pancakes, boy. Hell yeah, you can play."
After they ate breakfast Silas volunteered to do the dishes before they woke Celia. Conrad spent that time pressed up against his golden ass, rubbing his semi-hard sausage up and down between the boy's asscheeks, mumbling words of love, "Yeah, boy... you fine... so, pretty... just like that Mom of yours... sweet ass..."
He ran his hands over the boy as he touched him, "those long eye lashes, that cute nose , that skinnyass mouth that looks so good wrapped around my piece... the strong yet slim neck, those collarbones still showing the protrubance of youth, your pecs been growing, I can tell..." He kissed down the back of the boy's neck, "your shoulder blades a blessed valley, beckoning." He licked down slowly till his tongue was nestled in the boys crack, just a breath away from his hole.
"Please fuck me," Silas dropped a glass he was washing and broke it, "Sorry."
Conrad smiled, "It's cool," then shoved the head of his penis into the boys ass, "but I'm not here to talk about the valley beckoning," he pushed in all the way, "or the sweet mountains below them," and pulled all the way out, "I'm here to talk about your tight navel," all in, "the flowing suggestion of six packs," all out, "then, land, the spare hatch leading from your bellybutton down to your little-white-boy candy dick," way in, "the jutting bones," way out, "a soft," in, "stairway", out, "to", in, "oh! heaven," out, "lullabye," in.
"My boy, you seem to have bones all over your lovely self," he chuckled.
Silas started moaning and pinching his nipples.
"Didn't you just get off, princess?" Conrad smiled and reached to the soap dispenser, "Oh, to be fifteen again!"
He soaped up Silas' 7", and kept on jerking him while he started rabbit-fucking him. Silas dropped his head and Conrad held him up, still pumping. Suddenly Silas started shouting, "Yes, Man! Take my hole! Own me!" and shot out large globs of cum over the counter, the dishes and even as far as the window.
Conrad pulled out for fear of coming, then pulled Silas down to lick his black footlong clean, "You're a really cool kid, you know that?"
Silas stood up, wiping the soap and the cum off his dick with a kitchen towel.
He smiled, "I say let's go wake Celia."
After another downer for you heterophiles, next chapter will be co-ed, and grave in tone and content... (dum-da-da-dum!) Comments, as such do exist in pornland, are of course welcome.