This story depicts sexual acts of an adult nature. If you are not old enough to legally view such material in your area then you are obligated to get off this page. If not enjoy because I put my mutha fuckin foot in this one.
This story involves an interracial relationship of a homosexual nature between two consenting adult men. Both men are above 18 years of age. If such material offends you (or if it's not the type of story you're looking for) feel free to leave.
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Rick's New Life
His body rose from beneath the ocean water looking like a god of cocoa perfection. He shook his head, spraying water in every direction. His eyes opened, scanned the beach, and spotted me. A smile, lopsided and breathtaking, spread across his face. As he came towards me the curled pouch hanging from his tight trunks beefed itself up, I had a similar reaction happening in my baggy trunks.
He plopped down right in front of me, legs spread across either side of the lawn chair we brought with us. He leaned back onto his arms, flexing his abs and chuckling when heat floods my cheeks.
He was mesmerizing, a fantasy brought to life, and he was mine. The mere thought made me shiver, even though the sun was unbearable. He ran his hand down the side of my face. He always said he loved making me blush.
"Aye Lil Red." His voiced vibrated like an instrument, like his voice box was made of violins and flutes.
"Hi Blue." I answered, wondering in the back of my mind why he insisted on these nicknames.
"Why you ain't in the water?" He asked, openly readjusting the still half hard package and not caring that EVERYBODY on the beach could see us sitting there... together.
"I don't have any sunscreen." I said and thrusted my thumb towards the large umbrella I was using to hide from the sun.
"What? Sunscreen?" He asked like we were talking about calculus or something.
"My skin'll get sunburned if I'm in the sun too long." I told him.
"White people." He said, shaking his head but smiling at his joke.
"Black people." I scoffed, not backing down. I watched his face twist around a grin, he was trying to frown. Without warning he looked deep into my eyes. I knew that look. It was a look that meant he needed my body, my skin against his and his lips against mine. We scooted towards each other at the same time, his white teeth biting his bottom lip and me sliding my legs over his. Looking down at the contrast I was a little put off. The whole day I had been constantly reminded about the differences between "us" and "them". Seeing my almost pink, fuzzy, thin legs laying across the muscular, hairless, dark thighs reminded me about who invited us to the beach and why.
The moment he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine I forgot what I was thinking about. He pulled away too soon, just a cute peck. I knew why, I knew he was being polite since we were on a family beach. I didn't care.
I pushed myself further into his lap and slid my hands around his neck. His hands slid to my back, his tongue into my mouth and for a moment there was only his body, the cool air and the sound of the ocean and laughter.
Then she decided to join us.
"Aye! If it ain't my favorite white boy." Latrina said as she slapped my bare back. It wasn't hard to tell that she didn't like me, not for me, but Brian (I hated calling him Blue) couldn't tell. His mouth pulled down in the corners as my shoulders slumped. Suddenly his arms were tighter and his lips were at my neck.
"Go away." He told her and I couldn't help grinning like an idiot.
"Nigga I need you help put up a net mutha fucka, then you can get back to yo lil skinny, pale ass, red headed white boy." She snapped, going from 8 to 80 instantly.
"Don't talk to him like that." Brian said but it was obvious he thought her attitude was cute, funny even. He didn't notice the way her words stung me because she demanded his full attention and he gave it to her without a fight or second thought. It made me feel neglected, abandoned even.
I watched as Latrina tried to get my boyfriend to take an interest in her friend. The guy, honestly, was all wrong for my Brian. It wasn't his tall, muscular, gorgeous body that made him wrong. It wasn't his athleticism or that macho thing he does with his chest muscles. It was his personality.
He was an asshole and Brian was a gentle giant. No match, Brian's favorite saying has always been, "I'm allergic to drama." and he meant it. We'd only been at the beach for an hour and the boy, Keith, had already gotten into a fight, vandalized someone's car and gotten in trouble with the lifeguards.
Keith was obviously trying hard to get Brian's attention. Latrina made sure Keith and Brian were putting up the net together while the rest of the all black crew she put together, purely to demoralize me, shouts and laughs and makes a general racket.
I was put off by that. I wasn't sure what to do. A group of Latrina's friends made sure to make nice, sitting all across my chair and trying to distract me from my baby. As I sat there answering asinine questions Keith was on his knees smiling in Brian's face as they did something with the pole. Brian, in classic Brian fashion, didn't realize Keith was flirting with him.
After a few minutes of being successfully stalled Keith put his hand on the small of Brian's back and, regardless of me knowing Brian wouldn't fuck the boy even if he was free to do so, I let Latrina's friends have my chair and rose up to get my ass kicked. I wasn't delusional enough to think I could win against someone as big and strong as Keith but I knew I could hurt him enough to get my point across.
As soon as I got up the fat one grabbed my arm and pulled. I, not expecting any physical resistance, fell back into the chair.
"Aww C'mon Ricky." She said, taking a deep breath before and after each word, probably breathing around the excess fat pressing against her esophagus, "It's rude to just walk off while people is talkin to you."
I gave her a look, "I said excuse me." I said and tried to get up again. I was instantly being touched by all four girls sitting on my chair and I wanted to call for Brian but I couldn't cause it would make me look more like the bitch in the relationship than I already do.
I tried explaining. I tried pulling my limbs away. I even tried tricking them. Nothing worked. I was just about to give up when Brian came and, with one word, made them disperse.
"Finished." Is all he said and they all got up and gave random excuses for leaving and said bye like they hadn't been keeping me hostage.
He looked down into my eyes and I didn't hide it quick enough.
"What's wrong?" He asked and tried to compose my face, take the hurt out of my eyes, before I answered him.
"Nothing." I lied and he just leaned forward, keeping his eyes on mine.
"Alright." He said as he pulled me up out my chair and started folding it up.
"An where you think you goin?" Latrina asked, jerking her head with every syllable.
"We goin back home, chill fuh a bit fo I gotta work." He said like it was obvious.
"But I need you tuh stay!" Latrina wined, stomping in the sand.
"You got Keith." Brian said, still packing our things, "He can do anything you might need me fo so be chill and I'll get back atchu." He put one hand on her cheek and her shoulders fell as he kissed the other cheek.
I felt like crap. Despite the fact that I had been on my best behavior my mere presence was the issue, like by being with Brian I was committing a crime. That and the fact that Brian's family hated me even though they, unlike my family, didn't mind having gay people in the family.
I was mad about it, I was sad about it and I wanted to scream. I wasn't up for much conversation on the drive home. After a while Brian turned up the music, some rapper called Tech N9ne, and let me sit back as the rap music blared out the trunk.
When we got to the complex a lot of people commented on Brian's new "Low-rider" which, I'd recently learned, was slang for the type of car we were sitting in. When we got to the apartment, our apartment, we got the bags and headed to the elevator.
When we got in our home the first thing he did was go into the kitchen and put something in the microwave. I headed into the room.
I was alone just long enough to fall into the bed and close my eyes. I wanted them to like me but everybody in Brian's family liked Keith or his ex, Pierre. I was constantly being compared to tall, black, beautiful men that didn't watch hockey and family accepted them. I felt like every little comment, every disappointed glance was a punch in the gut.
I looked good though. I wasn't big or anything but I had all the girls and guys after me when I was in high school and, besides, Brian liked the way I looked. He loved my blue eyes and short cut red hair, he was sliding his hands across my head and staring at me, making me blush and making me hot.
Then Brian came in and dumped our stuff onto the floor. I felt him hovering over me before the weight of his elbow pushed the bed down in front of me. He rubbed my back and called my name softly. I didn't answer, I was beyond tired and I knew he'd understand.
The cover was pulled over me and his lips, big and soft, kissed my cheek. Then I heard his speed dial activating. Latrina's voice was so loud I heard it through the ear piece.
"I don't wanna hear all that."
More Latrina. I couldn't make out the words but her voice came through clear.
Brian`s whispers were agitated, "Then don't fuckin invite me next mutha fuckin time... no... no it ain't about that... Naw! Not only did you have yo funky ass friend tryna get wit me but you did that bitch shit in front of my man... bitch he more man that that bitch nigga you had putting his ass in my mutha fuckin face... no... yeah..."
Then his tone broke, "Don't cry Latrina... naw it ain't okay but calm down..." His voice became soothing and I knew that bitch was faking, "C'mon Luv... alright but don't have that nigga tryna bump my baby... I LOVE him Latrina, regardless of if he some white boy... you're bein racists... ain't no such thing as reverse-racism... look chill alright? Have fun out there, this is L.A, take Keith to a club or somethin... naw, he ain't my type... yeah he cute but he wrong for me luv... yeah, alright... love you too... bye."
As he hung up I opened my eyes and he crouched back down, eyes already on me like he was about to watch me sleep.
"Did I wake you?" He asked, voice soft, soothing and worried.
"Not really." I said and he kissed me, softly moving his lips against mine. The scent of salt water and a slight musk washed over me. It didn't take much for my heart to speed up, pound in my ears and burn my cheeks. He pulled back and climbed across me onto his side of the bed.
"You still blush." He says, a soft finger gliding down my face as he held me while propped up on his shoulder.
"Well..." I couldn't help it. How could I not be constantly enamored by his voice, his lips, his strong arms and the gentle spirit he says the hood tried to beat out of him? He rubbed my face, another quick kiss caused my pulse to quicken.
"You wanna talk about it?" He asked in that smooth, delicious voice as his candy scented breath broke across my face.
I shook my head, he reached up under my shirt.
"You sure?" He asked, rubbing my stomach.
I nodded. I was sure but I did want to talk and he knew it so he stayed where he was, his chocolate eyes staring deep into my soul until I found my voice.
"So..." I wanted to be cool, suave and sexy like he was but I was awkward and turning red all over. I'd known for a while that I was in love, I'd felt it from the moment he asked me to move in with him after my parent's kicked me out for being gay. He was always my knight in shinning armor, the yang to my yin, with the way we fit together it was difficult to remember how different our worlds were. Yet neither one of us had said those three words, those words that I was afraid would cause him to leave or worse, stay out of guilt.
"I love you." He said and I shuddered, "That what you wanna talk about?" I nodded, he smiled, "There's nothing to talk about." His lips massaged mine as he kneed his way between my legs, "My love." The whispered word was one of unconcealed passion, and insatiable lust. His lips went to my neck where he suckled my Adam's Apple.
I gasped.
He went down, pulling my shirt up and off me. His hands rubbed my cock through my trunks, making me spread my legs and letting him secure his position between them. He went further down, sucking in my left nipple and playing with my right.
I couldn't stand it, I wanted him in me. The foreplay was always torture. He was too good at teasing and making me cum on myself without ever touching anything you normally have to touch to make a grown man cum. I writhed under him as he got to my naval.
Then he straightened up and rolled his hips against me. The thick, long and gorgeous cock all stiff and leaking in his pants rubbed against my less impressive, just as hard cock as he ground against me, cocoa eyes staring down at me with a familiar, amused expression.
I was almost delirious. I wanted him to stop playing with me because I needed him inside me, deep inside me to the itch that only he could scratch.
His hips swirled as his face hovered inches from mine. I reached up and he grinned as I smashed my lips against his, snaking my tongue into his mouth. He used his strength, the power in his perfect body to smash me into the bed.
I groaned against his lips as he shoved our tongues into my mouth.
He straightened up and I was already breathing hard. He took my trunks by the waistband and pulled, letting the pink head of my cock flop out and hit my belly. I wanted him out of his clothes but I knew better than to fight it. Sex with Brian was an adventure to the heights of ecstasy and the very edge of what your body could take.
He pushed my legs into the air and smiled up at me. He bit my inner thigh and I screamed. He suckled the spot and planted wet kiss next to wet kiss towards my ass. Then all I could see was my wiry, red pubic hair, my pink dick and the black hair on top of his head as he dove into me.
I roared as his tongue sent fire through me, caressed my soul and electrocuted my already leaking cock. He sucked, popped and swirled his tongue against my ass. I cringed, jerked and groaned in uncontrollable ecstasy.
I tried to grab my cock so I could climax but he swatted my hand away. Then, after I tried again, he grabbed my hands and pulled, yanking my asshole harder against his lips as his neck strained forward and his tongue drove into me.
My toes curled into fists, my hands clawed at the sheets but I was only dimly aware of this because he had just tickled my spot with that long tongue and my dick was about to hose the ceiling down. He felt me about to cum and shook his face against me, pulling my arms and crushing his face into my asshole.
"AAAAAAAHHHGHHGGGGGGGGFFFFFFFFFFFF" I screamed as my cock erupted, an explosion of sensation crashing through me with titanic force. I felt the hot wet falling back onto me, hitting my face and lips and ear and arms and chest. I looked down at my poor cock and watched him rub my jizz out of his hair.
Then he was above me. He tore my hands from the sheets and forced them above my head, sliding them into one strong hand. I struggled to get out of his grip, knowing that if I did he would reward me by letting me ride, the way he always did whenever I managed to turn his dominance into mine.
My legs were lifted into the air, above his shoulders.
"Pleeeeeaaasss." I begged as he looked down at me.
His lips smashed into mine and slid down to my throat where he said, "Of course."
As he pushed into me he let go of my hands. I'd lost or I'd won... It didn't matter. He was in me and, as he sucked my cum off my face and ear, he rolled his hips.
I screamed, the loud sound of my voice drilling through the apartment complex. My toes curled above him as his huge cocked snaked its way in and out of me.
"You like that dick?" He asked and I couldn't help smashing my lips against his in an obvious yes.
Then we heard pounding on the wall, our neighbor in 2B telling us to keep it down. Brian's chest collapsed into mine, his hand reaching up to cover my mouth as his head slid to suckle my ear. He did this slow, soul wrenching strokes that made me groan against his hand.
"Ready?" He asked and I nodded so hard his hand it made me dizzy, well... more dizzy. He wanted to go "balls deep". There were days I couldn't take it, days where if he did it hurt more than it felt good. That day wasn't one.
He sunk slow, me cringing and every muscle in my body tensing around the invading sex organ. I gasped and reached around to grab two handfuls of his big brown ass and pull him into me till he was deep enough to grind and churn my insides.
I yelled so loud my voice broke. His hand plugged my mouth again and I was thankful because it would let me scream as loud as I wanted. So I screamed, I growled, I wined, I groaned. He sucked a spot on my shoulder, his huge cock still digging into me and stirring my guts, then bit down.
He kept it up, a constant barrage of pleasure bringing me back to the edge. Then I felt it, the sudden loss of focus as his cock went from sawing its length in and out of me to rocketing into me so hard the headboard clapped against the wall. His hands went from keeping me restrained to forcing me into him harder.
Then, as his voice erupted all around me, the gooey warmth spread inside me. He kept going, each thrust less forceful than the last till he just thrust forward and held, going cross eyed as he emptied into me.
He collapsed on top of me, tired but still kissing my face with that fevered affection. Then he laid his head against my chest, wrapped his arms around me and sighed softly.
As I watched as my bronze sex god's body went limp I whispered, "I love you too Brian." before setting the clock for 5PM, which was when he'd have to get up and get ready for work. He kissed my chest and tightened his smooth, cocoa arms around me. The moment he was sleep I got out of bed, gently pushing him aside to put on some shorts and go answer the beating on our door.
Mr. Sanders, the tenant who'd pounded on his wall, looked at me like I surprised him.
"You're still here?" The old, white man asked, "I thought I told you fags to keep it down." he barked.
"I thought I told your senile, old ass to get a fucking life." I snapped.
"The last dick warmer he had was quieter and black." He spat.
"Go to a shelter and die already." I said as I pushed the door closed but he caught it.
"You little shi-" He stopped, eyes going huge as he looked past me. I turned around and standing there with half hard dick swinging between his thighs and his entire body glistening with sweat was Brian.
Mr. Sanders made a disgusted face and I shut the door, successfully this time.
"Aye baby." Brian said as he framed my face and kissed me soft and tender.
"Did I wake you?" I asked as my heart went pitter pat pitter pat.
"A little." was all he said as he opened the door and called Mr. Sanders back over, the old bastard was waddling his way back towards his apartment.
Mr. Sanders was more rude to Brian but Brian was patient and apologized for my being so loud. Then he said something about the weather and they laughed. Don't get me wrong, Mr. Sanders was a crotchety old man who called us "the fags" even when he was inviting us over for a poker game but Brian didn't hate him the way I did.
When they were done talking Mr. Sanders said something about us fags and Brian told him to make sure he didn't shit his pants on the way back to his apartment. This was after he had agreed to go to Mr. Sander's granddaughter's play.
"Oh... Mr. S?" Brian called.
"Hmmm..." Mr. Sanders said.
"Be a little nicer to Rick here okay? He ain't used to the whole aggressive thing aight?"
"Oh..." He said, turning to me with a smile that made him look less like a crotchety old man and more like my grandfather, "Sorry young man... That better fag?" The look on my face was like what-the-fuck. Brian found all this funny as hell.
After he shut the door I shook my head at him and he shrugged, pecking me on the cheek and heading into the kitchen to fix lunch.
"You work tomorrow?" He asked as I went to watch him pull out some hamburger meat, his naked flesh hypnotic with every movement.
"N-no." I said as he bends over, showing off the curly insides of his ass crack as he reaches for something in the bottom of the refrigerator.
"Good cause I wanna take you out." He said like it was obvious.
"Where we going?" I asked, Dates with Brian were the best and I needed to know because it was my turn to pay. He'd try to pay but I wouldn't let him distract me.
"Cheesecake Factory." He said and put a bunch of stuff into a deep skillet and turned the fire up. My eyes traveled south to the soft, still slick cock running parallel with his thigh, "Can you grab me some shorts out the room? I'd like yo attention to be on me and not my dick for the next few minutes aight?"
I couldn't help the heat spilling into my cheeks as he told me I was caught.
"Well... okay." Was all I could say as I went into the room to get his boxers.