DISCLAIMER** This story is complete fiction. Characters are not real. This story also contains sexual nature between teenagers of mixed ethnic backgrounds. If you have any discomfort in reading this story then I have a question, and a solution. My question is, why are you in this section of stories if you don't enjoy them, and my solution is to leave. Thank you** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Other stories, I've written:
once-upon-a-love (Interracial)
A-Plus-Student (Highschool -stories prior to 2002)
Cedar-Point-Black-Guy (Encouters -stories prior to 2004)
Part 4
I guess I didn't realize how much I'd enjoy home schooling. Ever since I'd started my grades had improved, and I actually understood what the hell was going on. It was great. So anyway, there I was lying on my bed, reading my trigonometry book, and I hear my bedroom door open. I glanced over to see my Mom standing in the doorway.
"Are we working on our school work?" she inquired.
"Yeah, just working on a few lessons before bed." I answered.
"Where's Orlando?" Mom asked.
"He went to his Grandma's house for dinner...I think he said he might stay the night over there."
"Good, cause I need to talk to you in private about some things," she announced.
"Okay?" I said questioningly.
"Now Jason, you know that I like Orlando, and I'm really happy about you guys being together and all that jazz.... but...."
"But what?" I asked.
"Well I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Okay....go ahead," I said sounding concerned.
There was a short pause, until she hesitantly asked, "Do you trust Orlando?"
"Very much," I replied without hesitation.
"Well, I was in the kitchen last night, and I had two 100-dollar bills that I stuck in my purse. I took my purse to bed with me, and when I woke up they were gone. Now I can't find them anywhere. I'm not accusing him, but I know you wouldn't take it, and he's the only other person who's been in the house." She said.
"Mom, I'm sure he didn't take it, but when he gets home, I'll ask him about it."
"Okay, and don't take this the wrong way, but I'm keeping my eye on him."
"Yippee skippy," I said with much sarcasm.
I eventually fell asleep studying, but Mom was watching a movie. It was around 1:00am when Lando came home. Lando came in and sat down and chatted with Mom for a while. Mom left out her missing two hundred bucks, I'm assuming because she wanted to leave me to do the dirty work. Anyway, as they were chatting, Orlando was talking and stopped in mid sentence.
"Oh, before I forget," he said.
He walked out of the room, and came back in. He handed Mom two 100-dollar bills.
"What's this?" Mom asked with a confused look on her face.
"Well last night, when I came in, I peeped some money on the kitchen flo', so I figured it was yours cause Jason uses his debit card for everything. I stuck it in the cupboard thinking you'd see it in the morning, but I guess I was wrong." Lando explained.
"Oh," Mom said. She felt like shit for what she'd said to Jason earlier.
"Well thank you sweetheart," Mom said to Lando.
"No prob, Ma...but I'm gonna go lay down aiight?" he asked.
"Alright sweetie...oh if Jason is awake will you tell him I said nevermind about earlier?"
"I can do that," Lando replied. Lando leaned down and kissed Mom on her cheek.
"Love you Ma," Lando said.
"I love you too,"
"Goodnight"
"Goodnight"
Lando walked to the bedroom to find me sleeping with my head resting on my book. He gently lifted my head, removed the book, and placed my head gently back on the bed. He undressed down to his boxers and his wife-beater (Skin-tight white tank-top). He turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, lifted my head once more and placed it on his chest. He lifted his head just enough to kiss me on the back of my head. "Love you baby," he said. Then he drifted off to sleep.
..............
It was really beginning to bother me that Lando would just up and leave all the time, and never talk about where he was going. It bothered me before, but now it was beginning to really get to me. I never asked him where he was going, just because I didn't want to sound like I was being pushy, or controlling. But then I'd sit and think about the facts. He was living with me, we were together as a couple.... some would say that I have a "right" to know where he's going and doing. But somehow I tried to let my trust for him override all of these things. But 4 months of being with someone and them just up and leaving without any explanation was getting quite annoying. So one day, just after he got home I decided I'd ask him about it.
"Hey baby," Lando said as he was taking his shoes off.
"Hey," I said with a smile on my face.
"Lando, I'm just wondering...you know...being as we're together and everything...where do you go all the time, and how come you never tell me about where you're at?" I asked as casually as I could.
Lando stopped untying his shoe, and looked away from me. Then he stood up and walked over to me.
"Look Jay, if you think I'm kickin it with other dudes, I'm not. I ain't even kickin it with no hoes."
"Well, that's good to hear," I said jokingly.
"Most of the time I'm trying to get money, and other times, I'm spending my money."
"How do you get money?" I asked.
"Doing jobs, borrowing it, stuff like that."
"What kind of jobs?" I asked sounding interested.
Lando took a deep breath a sighed.
"Just little shit, like braiding peoples hair, working security for clubs, working on cars, or runnin my auntie's shop for her when she don't feel like it."
"Lando...do you sell drugs?" I asked hesistantly.
He put his head down and looked at the floor.
"Baby, please look at me," I said.
He raised his eyes to mine.
"Not all the time, but sometimes," he said. "I only do it when I really need some extra bread." He continued.
I really didn't know how to feel about this. Sure I've smoked weed before, but I've never sold it. Hell I've never even bought it.
"Baby look, I won't do it anymore. You don't even have to tell me to stop, you don't have to say anything. I decided that I ain't doin it anymore from now on." He said searching my eyes for any hint of what I was feeling.
"Who do you "borrow" money from?" I asked.
"My granny, or my Auntie." He stated.
"One more question...what are you buying that is important enough to borrow money from people?" I asked.
"Time," he said.
"You're buying time?" I asked. Lando smiled and let out a small laugh. "Studio time" he said. I must of looked really confused, cause he started smiling and shook his head. "You know, like recording studio...music...cd's, that type-a-shit."
"Oh," I said. "I was doing it to make this for you." He said. He walked over to his coat, and reached inside and pulled out an extra-thin CD case and handed it to me. I smiled, and walked into my bedroom with it. I placed it in the CD player, and started listening. It was all Lando rapping his poems he wrote. It sounded really good too, and not really good as in, "Oh cool, that's nice," it was really good as in, "Is that really you? Cause that sounds like something on the radio!"
"Oh my God baby!...this sounds really good," I said.
He smiled, and then walked up behind me. I felt him wrapping his arms around me and crossing his hands over my waistline. We stood like that for a while, just listening to his CD. Eventually, he reached up and turned the volume down on the stereo. He moved his hand back like he was going to put it back on top of his other one. Instead, he reached down beneath the waistline of my shorts, and I could feel his warm hand fondling my growing prick. I love this man. He's so sweet and gentle. He then began guiding me toward the bed.
"Let's lay down for lil minute or two," he said jokingly.
"I don't think that'll work to well," I said.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"Last I checked, you aren't a one-minute-man," I replied.
Lando laughed at that, and next thing I knew, we were falling over onto the bed. He started kissing me with his big juicy lips. Then he lifted up away from me, and took off all of my clothes, got up and turned off the light. Before my eyes could even adjust to the darkness, I could feel his mouth swallowing my dick. My eyes adjusted just in time to see him swinging his lower body into a 69 position, but not before his long hard dick slapped the side of my head. We both laughed, but went right back to business. I could smell his scent. If you've ever had sex with a black man, I'm sure you know just what scent I'm talking about. It's that manly aroma that can only be found on the balls of a black man. My head started spinning from the smell of him. I went to work on his cock for a little while. Then I placed my hands on his sides and pulled him up to where he was sitting on my face. I started eating his ass like it was a free buffet. He never once tasted icky...he always tasted like sweat, and that's the taste I love! I swirled my tongue around his tight asshole and listened to him moan.
"Damn, baby...did you miss dinner, cause you sure do seem hungry," he joked. I didn't laugh though; I was too interested in what I was doing. After a while, he got off of me and sat on the bed with his back resting on the wall.
"Suck," he said. I didn't need to be asked twice, so I dove right in! I started slurping and sucking his delicious dick. Feeling the head slide down my throat. Tears started forming in my eyes from the pressure of his dick in my throat, but I didn't care. All I knew is I wanted his cum. "Damn baby," he said. "Suck my dick, baby...all the way down...all the way," he said.
I knew he was enjoying it at this point. He seems to start talking dirty when he gets really into it. "Swallow my dick, baby...swallow it swallow it swallow it all baby," he continued. His words were getting me really worked up. I wanted to just jump up and sit right on his big ass dick. Right before I did though, I felt his hands on my head, he started forcing me all the way down on his dick. He'd never force me before, but for some reason, he was now. At first I was taken off guard, but soon I started to feel like his bitch, and usually I don't feel like anyone's "bitch." This was beginning to turn me on even more. I felt him humping his dick into my face, and soon... and pulled his dick out just enough to where the head was just inside my mouth. He held my head with one hand, and jacked his dick with the other. He was cumming! He came inside my mouth and said, "Don't swallow it baby." Of course I couldn't disappoint my hot god of a boyfriend, so I kept it in my mouth, savoring the creamy goodness. "Come here," he said. I lifted up from his cock to feel his hands pull me toward his face. He started kissing me...swishing his cum in between our mouths. Then he pulled my head back, and flipped me around. Before I realized what was going on. I felt him spitting his cum onto my asshole. Followed by his tongue on my asshole.
"This man is a straight up FREAK!" I thought, "But this shit is turning me the fuck on!" After he tongue-bathed my rosebud for a little while, I felt him pressing his once again hardened dick against my back-entry. His dick slid right in like it had so many times these past few months. The feeling of his cock sliding along my insides is a feeling I'll never forget. It's the most amazing feeling. He didn't waste any time at all. He started fucking the shit out of me doggy style. I could feel his balls slapping my balls with each thrust. I couldn't help it, I had to start jacking off or I'd go crazy! I only lasted for about a minute after I started stroking myself. As soon as I came, Lando pulled out of me, with a soft "plop."
"Baby you can keep going if you want to," I said.
"Nah, I'm good. I already busted off." He said somewhat panting. "Come here though."
I turned around, and scooted over to him. He wrapped me in his arms, and kissed my forehead.
"I love you so much Jason," he said.
"I love you too," I replied.
"Do you trust me Jay?" he asked. "With all of my heart," I replied.
"I trust you too," he said.
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