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Tyrone's stared dreamily at with his best buddy, Timothy.
This happened often when the two of them were together. Ty stared into the blond haired boy's blue eyes and found himself drifting off into a daydream where he pictured himself fighting a whole dark ghetto of gang-bangers to prevent them from harming the boy.
Ty stared at Timothy and thought, "He is so free, creative, and natural; I wish I could be like that." The two boys passed the time away on a summer afternoon.
Ty's eyes were drawn to the soft golden hair on the boy's arms, "I wish I could get down on my knees right now, crawl between this boy's legs and suck his cock."
Ty pointed out a black girl whose top was much too small for her breasts. The poor girl's breasts seemed to be on the verge of bursting through her clothing. Both boys doubled over with laughter and Ty grabbed his crotch, as he laughed, emphasizing his hardening manhood.
Timothy suddenly straightened up, "Heads up," he said, "It's the po-po."
"You afraid of the po-po?" Ty looked at the boy quizzically. "I thought only black people was afraid of them."
Timothy's face reddened; he turned away, dismissively. "I don't think it has anything to do with race. When I was a skater a few years ago, the po-po harassed us all the time. I still feel nervous when I'm around them – especially when I've got some bud on me."
Ty laughed and nodded his head knowingly. Timothy's knee brushed against Ty's leg and the black boy's dick got hard again.
Ty realized there was nothing he could do at the moment to take care of his needs so he tried to take his mind off of it. He shook his head, "So, white peeps is just as scared of the cops as black peeps is, huh?"
Timothy just stared at him, his blue eyes penetrating the black boy's soul, "Dude, I don't really think of myself is being white. I mean, it just never comes up."
Ty wagged his legs in and out, trying to make his horny black cock go down. He imagined Timothy pressing his mouth against his lips; holding Ty close to his clean, pure body that radiated white light. "Maybe you doesn't think about race," Ty whispered to himself, "but I sure think about it alla time."
Almost out of nowhere Timothy blurted out, "I'll bet you catch a lot of shit. I'll bet black people have to deal with a lot of racism, huh? What's it like?"
Ty was taken aback by the comment. He wasn't expecting it and wasn't fully prepared. His body froze and he stared at the ground, searching for something to say.
Timothy quickly apologized, "I'm sorry. It's just that I never knew any black dudes that I could ask before. I guess it was a stupid question."
Ty's heart nearly melted from the boy's apology.
Timothy's golden hair, ivory skin and rosy lips made Ty want to embrace him and never let go. Ty could imagine himself as Timothy's brown urban warrior. He could show Timothy whatever he wanted to know about inner-city jungle.
As Ty's dick grew fully erect the thought crossed his mind that Timothy didn't even have a clue about the effect he had on him.
Ty was determined to keep things that way.
One day, when the two boys were wrestling, Ty let Timothy pin him down. It turned out that Timothy was stronger and more agile than Ty realized. Timothy managed to roll the black boy on his belly and lock the boy's arms behind his back so that he couldn't move and was increasingly uncomfortable.
Ty was bragging, as he often did when the two were together. "I'm gonna whoop your muthafuckin' ass. You aint nuthin' but a pussy, ya faggot." It was good-natured teasing, but at times it could get annoying.
"I'm gonna kick your muthafuckin' ass," he kept repeating.
Finally, Timothy had enough. Still pinning the boy's arms Timothy swung his body around in a 180 degree turn. Now his legs were straddling both sides of Ty's chest while Timothy's butt hovered menacingly over the black boy's face, which was pressed sideways against the ground.
"Kiss my ass, you black shit talker," he said. "Kiss my ass if you want to get up."
With that, Timothy tightened his grip on the boy's arms, making them even more uncomfortable.
"Go ahead," he goaded the helpless black boy, "kiss it and I'll set you free."
Ty reluctantly lifted his head and kissed the white boy's ass. Ty instantly got a raging hard-on.
Timothy must have been enjoying it too. He lowered his ass toward the black boy's face and said, "You want me to set you free? Kiss it again."
Ty kissed the white boy's ass a second time and added, for comic effect, "I done kissed yo' ass, Massa – is you gonna free me now?"
The black boy's voice was so comical when he said this that Timothy couldn't hold him down any longer. They were both convulsed with laughter.
As they rolled in the grass, laughing, they both tried to conceal their hard cocks – each deathly afraid of what might happen if the other realized he was aroused by what just happened.
That night, when Ty went home, he couldn't stop beating off.
Instead of Timothy's fully clothed butt, which Ty kissed several times that afternoon, Ty imagined the boy's completely naked white ass hovering over his face, eventually covering the black boy's face and smothering it, while Ty licked the shit stains off the boy's ass cheeks.
"Yeah, that's it. French kiss that white ass," Ty heard Timothy sneer in his erotic daydream.
In his imagination Ty licked the white boy's ass until his tongue was coated with the boy's ass juices and the taste and smell of the boy's shit filled Ty's mouth and nostrils.
Timothy rubbed his ass in the black boy's face, "Yeah, that's it, shit licker. That's all you're good for," he said lustily.
Timothy had become a Nordic god to Ty. The golden pubes of the boy's balls brushed across the Ty's thick lips as Ty held the boy's thighs tight and caressed his ass with his mouth. The white boy's ass cheeks covered Ty's face, making Ty feel as though he was kissing the soft warmth of the sun.
Ty's body quivered with multiple waves of orgasm as he envisioned cleaning the boy's white ass. He savored the power he had to make this young, Nordic god moan as he stuck his tongue deep inside of his ass crack. Ty envisioned the scene in his mind as being one where the rich, brown earth French-kissed the ass of the golden sun.
The next day things were back to normal for the two boys. They sat side-by-side, arms folded on top of their knees while they rested their chin on their forearms. They watched barely clothed girls walk by and shared lusty winks and sly smiles.
Occasionally Ty stole a peek at the soft golden hair on Timothy's forearms, and it made him horny once again. Although Timothy could feel the heat from the boy's glance, the two dared not say a word or cross the boarders into the forbidden.