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This story involves an interracial relationship of a homosexual nature between two consenting men. Both men are 18 years old and in high school. If such material offends you (or if it's not the type of story you're looking for) feel free to leave.
The Ebony X Ivory stories aren't all one story, they're a few stories where I chose to explore the different possible dynamics of interracial couples and the individuals that make up said couple.
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This story and the first one both explore relationships where race is noticed and ignored. These men know and don't care about race, which is how we all should be. I think my next story may have more drama in it, not sure yet.
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Ebony X Ivory: Austin's Affection -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Austin just looked down at me. Eyes the same blue as the sky were so close I could smell the spicy cinnamon of the gum he had stopped chewing. We just stood there, in that closet, trying not to breathe. Walter was sitting on his bed, slipping off his shoes with a huff and starting to rub oil on his bare feet.
It was the dumbest idea in the world and I couldn't believe I'd let Austin talk me into breaking into Walter's house so we could get Austin's movie back. That's right I was risking possible jail time and a smudge on my perfectly clean rap sheet for breaking and entering over a stupid movie I hadn`t even seen yet. In hindsight I should've just had Walter invite us over then remind him that his copy of The Watchmen belonged to Austin. I always thought of shit like that before hand but not with Austin. The boy routinely turned my sneaky, devious mind into mush.
I should have been using those moments to examine him more, the way I had planned to. I should have been studying his gorgeous face, the hint of jet black hair disappearing into the collar of my polo. The fact that I had him in my clothes (He came over to use the washing machine and needed to wash the clothes he had on so I lent him mine) was a tiny victory that I celebrated with lotion and a flick before he dropped his clothes off at his spot and came back to pick me up.
I was, honestly, a little scared. I wasn't scared of Austin finding me out or anything, I was scared of going to jail. Sure it would be my first offense but I've had cousins who could say the same thing getting time like seasoned vets of the criminal game and I couldn't do jail. I was a short "redbone" with a round ass, part time basketball body and a nice smile. I had just turned eighteen and no matter how sneaky and devious I was I knew those jail boys would have passed me around like a joint.
Despite growing up on the crazy ass 30 block of Kansas City, Missouri aka Killa City I was always a pretty chill little nigga. I've never been all up on that hood mentality shit. My mom used to call me her little "Chillaxer" cause, when I was seven, I almost got in a fight with the very same Walter who house I had just broken into. I was such a cool little dude I had Walter over my house playing videogames in a week`s flat.
Austin, however, was trouble. Not hood, thug type trouble but delinquent-with-no-respect-for-the-law trouble. We all smoked, to be honest, but Austin referred to himself as "The Skater" instead of just calling himself a pothead like the rest of us. Austin wasn't adverse to defacing public property, vandalism, trespassing and the occasional public nudity. I'd only heard about that last one, apparently he barely escaped without a trip to the pen (his record was against him and the judge was talking about making an example out of him) and got a shit ton of community service hours.
So I stood there, wanting to push his tall ass up against the wall but in a situation where we couldn`t make too much noise. Then we both looked up as we heard Walter popping in a DVD. As the music started my heart dropped.
"Is that... porn?" Austin whispered as he moved towards me since the crack in the door was closer to me, which meant I could see the flick. His shirt pressed against mine, not close enough but too close at the same time. My dick was starting to leak, it had been half hard since Austin grabbed two handfuls of my ass while helping me into the window.
Although what he said hadn't been lost on me. Walter was watching a flick which wouldn't be such a shocker but I could only hear the deep voices of men groaning and rap music playing. The sad thing was that I knew which flick it was by the voice of the top and what he was saying to the bottom who, I knew, was riding the fuck our of the guy.
I had to gently push Austin off of me. My self control was weakening, I had to get him away or get one of us in the other. His eyes said sorry and the sound of Walter's fist slamming into his pelvis hit our ears.
"Ohhhh fuck." Walter groaned. I couldn't help peaking a little, stupidly risking being seen to see how big Walter's dick was. Walter had slid down to the point his legs were towards me and his back was the only thing still on the bed. He was also using two hands to handle a tower of dark meat that looked mouthwateringly smooth and ass achingly big.
Then his right leg rose into the air and something silver was already humming in his ass. Walter wasn't just beating his tall stack of man meat, he was using fuck toys. I turned completely toward the door and made what I hoped was a disgusted expression.
"What's he doin?" Austin whispered when he saw my face. He got close behind me and was looking over my head. I could hear us breathing. Walter then did the unthinkable. He turned over and wrapped his hands around the vibrator, abandoning his dick in favor of anal stimulation. His round cheeks looked real inviting sitting on those track and field star legs. So did that long African stick plumped up and flicking cream droplets all over his black covers. He wasn't being gentle either, he was violently attacking his own ass with the silver dick.
Then he stood up, hummer still humming in his ass, and pulled out a second sex toy, this one a bigger dildo with a suction cup. I already knew what he was gonna do, I`d never done it but I had watched a whole lotta of porn. He attached the suction cup to his hardwood floor, tossed the smaller vibrator and straddled it, sinking onto the huge rubber dick with a sigh that became a groan halfway down.
I understood the feeling. There were days where the need felt so intense that sticking your fingers up yourself is just as much a tease as rubbing your little bud. You NEED something up there and you need it up there yesterday. Toys become the next logical step because you're alone and, honestly, scared as fuck of someone finding out you're not only gay but you're the kind of gay that likes the feel of a dick stretching your ass till you feel full and complete.
"Damn..." came a disgusted voice above me and I just about died. I wanted to watch Walter get his nut. I really wanted to go in there and offer him the services of a dick and tongue that were real, warm and had just enough experience to know what they were doing.
Walter was this dark skinned beauty with a black mom and an African dad. He had our features and their color and worked both like you wouldn't believe. There wasn't much room but Austin went back to his side and I pressed myself back against the wall. We could still hear Walter and his rubber dick. The polished wood floor kept making a funky sound as he rode his not-so-little toy with as much force as gravity and his legs could provide. Walter howled and screamed as he got off on the huge knocker beating apart his back door.
"Did you know?" Austin whispered as we both slid to the floor to wait out Walter's orgasm. I just shook my head, "This is fucked up."
"I mean... it's a little weird but he still our boy ain't he?" I whispered and Austin looked up like he was surprised. I instantly wanted to take it back but my pride wouldn`t let me. I was gay and I had just gotten to the stage where I could admit to myself that I wasn't the type of guy who only topped, it would be years before I admitted I was a versatile bottom and not a top who bottomed occasionally. In all honestly I took Austin's words a little personal.
"You don't care that he's..." He flicked his wrist. I wanted to punch him. Instead I took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly.
"First of all he's not," I flicked my wrist, "He just likes dick. He isn't a fem... Hes a jackass towards fems but hes still a African bred nigga." I was getting mad again. Did Austin, MY Austin, think that having a dick in your ass made you less of a man? His words went from slight accidental sting to accidental stab in the gut. I decided it would be best to switch tactics, I couldn't be outed by Austin. I refused to be outed by anyone without a fight. I was about to condemn Walter for being gay, saying something like how I didn't think it was cool but it wasn't my choice to make, but Austin spoke first.
"Yeah but you really don't care?" His voice wasn't mad, it was self conscious and surprised. Then something clicked when I saw that pale skin blushing in the whisper of sunlight breaking through the cracked door.
"Are you...?" I whisper. He just looks down and doesn't give me an answer, "Austin... it's cool, you don't have to front for me." Red spread from his cheeks to his ears and down his arms. My boy was getting hot and bothered and I knew why. He couldn't even look me in the eye. It was so cute.
"Thanks Trey-Trey." That ruined the moment.
"Nigga if you're gonna call me something call me Trevy or Trevor... I hate that Trey-Trey bull shit. " I smiled, letting him know that I wasn't gonna be an ass about it. Trey-Trey just sounded so... childish.
I was happy. I unfolded my legs, lying them across his. He went from blushing and avoiding my eyes to smiling from ear to ear like it was the best day of his life. He jerked me onto his lap and we kissed for the first time. He ran his tongue across my bottom lip then sucked it into his mouth. He tasted me and pulled at me, smashing my entire body into his.
The need in those lips scared me a little. It was like he was letting go of everything to show me how much he wanted me. I felt walls breaking down in that kiss, I felt heat and passion and desperation. There was a vulnerable honesty in those lips and trust like fire.
We sucked face for a while before he unbuttoned my shirt. I took his gum out my mouth and, using some crumpled paper in Walter`s closet, tossed it. I slid my hands down his sides as he took his time undressing me. I wanted him but I couldn't meet his eyes, I was afraid of what I might see there. It wasn't my first time but it was the first time I felt so important to someone. I'd never had a problem with it but Austin made me feel funny. I had to remind myself not to speak. I guess Austin felt my hesitation because he slowed down and took over.
He leaned in and tugged at my shirt. I stretched my arms backward, letting him slide my shirt down my arms and off my wrists. I risked sucking the top ridge of his ear and watched as a shudder ran down his body. Austin leaned back again and just looked down at my chest, eye raping me like I wasn't a skinny little nigga at the time.
I opened my mouth to speak and he looked up and whispered, "Sorry." Like he read my mind and knew I didn't know the words to tell him what I was feeling.
We had always had chemistry. We were the kind of guys that just clicked. It's apart of the reason I got curious about him in the first place. I was the type of friend paid for him to eat when we went out and he didn't have the cash, I could look at his face and tell if he could pay for himself or if he didn't have the cash. He was the type of friend who I could call at 2am if I was feeling bad. I loved that boy, to tell the truth. Still that kiss had scared me, I wasn't sure what was going on in his head. For the first time I was scared of him.
Then he took my nipple into his mouth and that was all she wrote. His lips were wet suckles tasting me, soft teeth teasing me and hot breath bathing me while his hands rubbed and massaged every inch of my back.
I just sat back and decided to enjoy his affection. I didn't want to acknowledge that either one of us were feeling something stronger than a need to nut. Sure, It wasn't rare to find a boy who was willing to pay me that kind of attention, but I didn't have to tell Austin not to treat me like some dick sleeve. I didn't have to explain that I like my sex rough while being treated like a fellow human being.
The tall rebel under me moved his bony ass legs and the back of my head fell against the wall. The flick paused and so did Austin. We were statues until Walter turned the flick back on and started riding the fake dick harder, like he was trying to make up for time lost.
I looked down at the relief in his eyes and we both had to work hard to stifle our laughter. I could tell he wasn't as put off as I was. He was a honest kid, the kind of guy who smiles and doesn't throw up a fake ass mug when he's happy. He was a crook, don't get me wrong, but he had a for real I-don't-give-a-shit-what-you-think attitude that was rare. In all honesty sexy guys are a dime a dozen but Austin was one of a kind. That and our natural chemistry made him seem like an unobtainable dream instead of a possible lover.
Yet there we were, macking on each other. He rubbed his lips against my neck then tugged at my ear with his teeth. I bit back a groan, trying to keep quiet. Heated breath rushed past my right ear as he whispered, "Stand up." Even though he told me to rise he didn't make it easy. He kept his mouth on me, nipping my exposed skin gently with his teeth, sucking my naval, rubbing my legs as they tried to push the rest of my body into the air.
I ignored the fear. I comforted myself with the fact that I could get used to his heavy affection, to the way he seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. I decided to keep my wits about me so, if he wants friends with benefits instead of a boyfriend, I wouldn't be heart broken.
His slick lips, his wet tongue, and his soft fingers stayed on me. When I was finally supporting my own weight he yanked at my jeans which, since I was sagging, pooled around my ankles. My bright red boxers were quick to follow.
By dick flicked out and bobbed on the spot. He just looked at it. I was pretty big and more than a little fat. It seriously didn't look like it belonged on my skinny ass but that only made it look bigger than it actually was.
He had me stark naked in Walter's closet with Walter riding a huge rubber dick in the next room. He was still sitting on his ass and as he looked up at me I fell into those eyes, and a cocky grin spread across his face. Then he licked his lips, his eyes locked onto my leaking dick and he dove into me face first. I cringed real bad and my mouth opened wide. It felt so good I had to shove my fist into my mouth. He had to pull his dick down with his hands but the warmth of his tight grip only made me hotter. He suckled up and down my shaft with his lips, he alternated and started swirling his tongue around my head. He moved around, still fully dressed, till he was on his knees. Then he pushed me into the wall and dove into me, swallowing my entire dick in one take.
That's when I realized I wasn't messing with a virgin. I was almost delirious and, somewhere in the back of I mind, I thought "this is what it feels like to be serviced". He bobbed back before slipping me back into his throat. I bit back a groan, I heard him inhale deeply. I watched the drool fall from his pink lips, it bubbled on my dick and my shit was slick as he sucked forward and rocked back achingly slow.
My ears rang with the sound of his quiet slurps, Walter's deep groans and the sound of the suction cup on that dildo being worked to the max. My skin crawled as his hands traced a hot path across my chest and abs while deep throating, licking and slurping up and down my dick shaft. My eyes bugged watching him constantly make my dark, spit slick dick disappear between those pink lips.
Just when I was about to reach the point of no return he let me fall out his mouth. It was so sudden I almost grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back.
"Turn around." He was breathless, I was a little too eager to do as he said.. I had forgot about the clothes pooled around my ankles and tripped on them. I was falling, and not towards the wall but the door. If Austin hadn't shot up to his feet and caught me I would've fell my naked black ass into Walter's room and we'd have been caught. After we caught our breath we both couldn't stop laughing. I was surprised he didn't hear us giggling like school girls in his closet. I kicked off the pants as, behind me, Austin shoved his pants to the ground.
At that point I knew the score. I had to return the favor but he wanted my face to the wall. He was still in control, still the dominant one. He pulled off his T-shirt and threw it into the same pile my clothes were in. There, in that cramped closet, I felt his hot hands on my ass.
"You don't mind do you?" He asked as he slid his hot hands against my asshole. I shook my head. The contact alone was sending that electric sensation into my dick. I was more than ready to let that sexy, long fingered, gorgeous white boy fuck me in the closet of a friend I was cool with but he didn't like too much.
Then I felt him getting back on his knees, one hand still on my ass. I closed my eyes tight as his hands became claws that spread my cheeks. I had to bite back a scream the moment he smashed his face against my ass.
He devoured me from behind. I had to pull one of Walter's shirts down and stuff it into my mouth to stay quiet, he was that good. He would lap at my ass like a fat kid with an ice cream cone. Then he'd burry his face in my cheeks, trying to force his tongue deeper and deeper into me before pulling off with his lips, sucking and drilling my ass like it was the last thing he`d get to do as a free man. After a while he pulled my hips back, so he'd have better access. I was delirious. I was lucky I already had the shirt in my mouth because if I hadn't we'd have been seriously fucked (no pun intended). Then he pulled my dick back and sucked it from behind for a second while shoving a finger knuckle deep inside me. I wiggled my ass against the finger trying to fuck me. When he sucked one of my super sensitive balls into his mouth I lost it.
Biting down on the shirt in my mouth I unloaded like I had never unloaded before. It was like all the heat and energy in my body was emptying through my dick. I screamed, I clawed at the wall, I growled, I shook like an epileptic having a bad episode.
He not only never stopped but redoubled his efforts. It was like he was hungry for my pleasure, desperate to make me cum so hard I could feel it in my toes. I did, I felt every inch of my body crawl and vibrate and shiver before it was all gone, leaving me in the embrace of the greatest nut high of my life.
I slid to the ground. I couldn't get enough air and I was hungry and thirsty, common symptoms after busting any nut especially after a nut like that.
Everything was quiet as I let the spit soaked edge of Walter's spit soaked shirt fall out my mouth. I had catch my breath and he started getting back dressed.
"What about you?" I asked and he put a finger to his lips and handed me my clothes.
I peaked around the door. Walter was on his back. He was naked, spread eagled, had a big dick hanging out his ass and was snoring loud enough for the two of us to fuck on top of him and disturb that nigga. The flick was over. We was outta there.
The moment we got downstairs he stopped me. His hand framed my face and he pressed his lips against mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and slid his hands toward my back, wrapping his arms around my neck. His lips were slick and still juicy, I could taste myself on his tongue. I put my hands on his waist and I was the one who pulled our bodies together. I wasn't afraid anymore, I just wanted him to know I wanted him as much as he wanted me. He squeezed tight like he didn't one to let go. He pulled away from the kiss and let his head fall to my shoulder, moving his arms out the way so we could just hold each other. Walter's mom was famous for never being home so we, like Walter, weren't afraid of getting caught with our pants down.
When he let me go his eyes were shiny and I used my thumb to wipe the tear that had yet to fall from his face. Then, after he smiled and kissed my cheek, I saw it. The movie we were looking for, The Watchmen, was on counter downstairs. I guessed Walter put it there so he'd remember to take it to Austin.
Austin almost scooped it up but I grabbed him and pulled him out the door. The look he gave me was confused, not mad like I'd thought it'd be. I locked the door behind us and rung the doorbell. That's when it clicked for Austin.
After waiting a good ten minutes we heard feet almost tripping down the stairs. Walter opened the door and his usually immaculate clothes were all fucked up.
"Wassup Walt." I said, holding my hand out. He took and shook but I pulled him in and slid my hand across his lower back, "Aye boy."
"H-hi." He said in that deep ass voice.
"Hey." Austin said and I gave him a look. He held his hand out and did what I did. For the rest of our "visit" Walter kept stuttering. We shamelessly flurted with his black ass. We got the movie back, of course, but we stayed a while and shot the shit with Walter. When I noticed Austin getting frustrated I told Walter I had to get back home. Walter was so far gone he didn't even notice that Austin's car wasn't in the driveway or on the road.
I just knew he was going back upstairs for round two on that huge dick, this time thinking about me and Austin touching on him and being flirty. Austin was quiet as we walked to his car and, when we got in, just looked at me. It was the first time we didn't know what to say to each other but when he started to put the keys in the car I stopped him.
"What about you?" I asked again. He chuckled as I pushed my jeans and bright red boxers down.
"Shit James calm down..." I liked watching the red creep up his face. Walter's closet was one thing but he'd already been busted for public indecency.
"Nope." I said as I straddled him in the car, my dick hard again and lying on his chest.
"Oh shit." he said, looking around. He bit his lip and said, "Alright, you wanna play, we can play."
All I could say was, "All right then nigga, put up or shut up."
I lifted up and let him push his jeans down.
"Promise you won't think less of me." I said as I reached down and pointed his dick at me.
"I promise." He huffed, all red vanished from his face and it was replaced with a bit lip and eyes that screamed trouble.
I sunk onto him. His dick pushed me open in that familiar way and a sigh escaped my lips. Austin's seat went back and he pulled off his shirt. That time he didn't have the patience to go button by buttoned and just ripped my shirt apart. Buttons flew.
I was trying to get used to the shear length of his dick. Yeah, my dick had more weight on it but his won the length race hands down. It reached up into unexplored territory and made my toes curl. With my left leg reaching into the back seat and my right going out his window I put my hands on the arm rests and started pushing myself up and down his shaft.
His face was priceless. His mouth danced around opening, licking his lips, biting his lip and grinding his teeth. His hands went to his head and grabbed twin handfuls of his black hair and those sky blue eyes were wide as saucers as I rode out his orgasm.
I was in control. He was gasping for air and powerless to stop me from making him babble and groan like a dying man. I reached down and pulled a nipple until he came up and wrapped his arms around me. Then he pushed my back into the steering wheel.
I was no longer in control. With the steering wheel in my back and the sound of the horn blaring with every thrust he pounded into me with fevered affection. The car shook, I spotted a group of boys out the corner of my eye and my leg was still out the window while I was getting my ass smashed by this beautiful white boy.
Then his arms became underhooks, wrapping around to pull my back away from the horn. Then he ground his dick into me and I saw stars. My head was on his shoulder as he maintained a steady massage on my prostate. As the loudest groan in the world rose out of my mouth applause rang out from our little audience.
All of that took about five minutes and then he held me as tight as he could and roared like an animal. I felt the slimy heat spreading in me and dribbling out. He didn't stop though, he fucked me in jerky, rough and erratic thrusts that forced the nut deeper into me and out of me at the same time.
Our breaths were ragged, our lips were locked and, when I leaned back against the wheel, applause broke out again. Five kids that looked like they were in middle school where calling for an encore. There was whistling, jeering and hooping. Instead we gave them a show of us making out. The five boys gave each other high fives but walked off the other way as Austin pulled out.
"That was wild." He said, out of breath.
"Yeah." I agreed, "By the way, you do know my momma works nights right?"
"No shit?" His lips pulled into that sneaky, devilish grin.
"No shit my nig... she leaves at 10." I answered.
"Awww hell yeah." He said like it hurt before looking down and saying, "This is gonna stain."