"Over the Backyard Fence"
Part 3
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It was Sunday morning and I spent time sitting on the steps of the porch looking at the damaged fence. There was no sign of Cliff; so I figured he was still sleeping. The last thing I wanted to do was tackle the fallen tree. I sent Cliff a text saying, "Let's wait until tomorrow" that limb wasn't going anywhere. About five minutes later I received a reply from Cliff. "I'm taking mom to church, and can't work on it today anyway. You are the chain saw man. Go ahead and cut the fucker up and I will say a prayer for your lily white ass." He replied followed with Ha-ha.
"Grrr ruff," I wrote back – dumb fuck
"Ha ha-ha" was Cliff's only reply. He was so predictable and I understood him as well as I knew myself. Esther was a church going woman and on Sunday she went to church with her sister, who lived only a block away from Grove St. Conveniently today, it was Clifford who was going to church with Esther. I smelled a "get out of work" plan
One might think that I wasn't too happy about that, but the fence wasn't worth fretting over. It might be a little stupid, but I saw the humor in it. We had time and everything is about timing.
I sat back down on the porch steps with my legs spread looking down at my cock twitching in my jeans. Damn, but I was getting horny again. I was alone in the house. The folks had gone to the mall shopping. Esther and Clifford were in church and I was walking around swollen like a firecracker wanting to explode.
I went to my room and made a cell phone call to Lonnie, a black nineteen year old cocksucker gigolo. Lonnie moved in odd circles and I knew a party boy when I saw one.
Lonnie was conventionally handsome and I guessed the kid wanted an older cock. Lucky for me, the young man was perceptive and liked to talk a lot. It didn't take long before he offered to suck my cock and began talking dirty. The more he talked telling me what he wanted to do, the hotter I got. I was stroking myself as we carried on having phone sex. My hard pole dick was in my hand and the tip was leaking like syrup, I felt naughty but great.
When Lonnie said to me, "Tom, when I get my black lips around those packaged nuts under your big cock; it will be eating time" at that point I shot off catching cum in my hand. My phone was plugged into my ear, but I didn't drop it.
"Do you feel better?" asked Lonnie
"Yeahhh," I muttered. "My hand is a sticky mess," I said
"Lick it off," commanded Lonnie
"What"
"Eat it mutherfucker," he bellowed back at me
I hesitated, but licked it off my hand and ate my own cum.
"Good job white nigger," said Lonnie
"Hey, that is not cool. We don't talk that way"
"This is a freebie man; don't tell me what to say. Call me again and it will cost you." Lonnie said going quickly from sweet to nasty. He clicked off and was gone.
It was at that moment, I sensed Clifford in my mind saying "Mine – you are mine" and although I liked getting off, I felt like damaged goods. I know – "How dumb is that?"
I guess it is true that a stiff cock has no conscience. It was just one of those things. I lost it and had no conscience talking on the phone with somebody as hot as Lonnie...
I took a shower, put on clean clothes and fell asleep on the bed. I must have slept for quite a while because when I opened my eyes, Clifford and his mom were home from church.
I heard the porch door open and just as I rolled over to get up, Clifford was standing in the doorway. He leaned against the door frame with his arms folded. "I wondered where you were," he said sitting down on the bed beside me.
"I was bored, so I rested just for a minute and fell asleep."
"If you didn't look so hot, I would call you Snow White" said Cliff, kissing me and pinning my head to the pillow. His tongue ran in and out of my mouth and I clung to him like Velcro
"Did you miss me" he asked
"No"
"Liar"
"Geezus, you were only gone 2 hours. What's to miss? I asked
"THIS"- he responded, placing my hand between his legs. I could feel the warmth of his chocolate cock right through the fabric...and I wilted like steamed celery.
Cliff started feeling all over my body. It was like being mulled. He excited me so; I couldn't believe it took me years to discover this. He went straight for my cock as soon as he got the chance. "It's exciting work, and someone has to do it," he remarked.
"You got it!" I answered. He was quite a good actor, but when it came to me, Cliff wasn't acting.
I told him to do whatever he wanted to do." Cliff looked at me like I was crazy.
"Baby," he said; how many times do I have to say `this is mine' pushing my legs open and grinding his crotch into me.
Our pants and underwear came off. Cliff was positioned on my chest with his hard dick knocking on the door to my lips. "C'mon brother, open up" he mumbled pushing his cock between my lips; get me wet. I have been thinking about this all morning. "Here I was, singing gospel in church, and thinking nasty thoughts about your nasty ass." Then he laughed sticking his tongue in my ear
My hands ran along his smooth dark thighs eventually reaching his bull balls. Clifford was a beauty, with strong long legs and sexual powers lacking in most men. His cock was thick and long with a big head. He had bull balls too, if you wanted something extra.
"It may be an old wives tales about black guys having sexual power; but I have to admit that Clifford certainly had it. You can't fake the real thing. Cliff's cock drooled sweet goo with a steady flow interrupted by big spurts, when he got particularly excited.
"Tom, you know the way to my heart. I hope you realize that" he said. Holding me close and working my legs on to his shoulders. He began fingering me using spit for lube. This opened me up, but not well, so I lubricated it, for him. Cliff worked several fingers into me. He loved getting inside me twisting and plunging his finger deep within a hole he called, "the cave".
I had nothing to fear. Clifford was as skilled a top as he was as a cocksucker. My hole was tight, firm, and quivered when I was rammed deep. Cliff thought I was great, sitting in church thinking about sex with his white brother. One can't get any better than that.
You never know how much cum somebody will shoot, or how far it will go; shooting a mother load. Let's face it; my black brother is an actor like Superman.
I wanted to help by holding on to Cliff's hands supporting my hips. I backed into him as he bent me over like dark Vader pinning me down. I felt his cock pop into my body and the pain I expected was minimal, similar to the way it was before. It amazed me how whatever he did, seldom hurt like it should.
Cliff slid in and out slowly stopping once his cock was fully engorged and his balls were touching my butt. "I want to spend some time inside you, where my cock feels warm and comfortable," he said taking control.
"Yeah fucker, I suspected something like that." I groaned.
Just the same, Clifford had me in his grasps and he was not letting go. A low moan was all I heard from him as the feeling he expected from my butt, grasped his cock. Complete warmth washed over my body and every nerve tingled; only I wanted them wild and alive. Nothing had to make sense as long as it was wild and dirty.
"Relax Baby, here comes ecstasy" he whispered
"Screw the ecstasy," I exclaimed. "Fuck me like you mean it. I'm a dude, not some pussy tissue box. I could feel his balls on mine. He had all that chocolate cock in my hole by now and I was in heaven. My entire body was feeling good, only I wanted to feel numb.
"Tommy, you are a slut," Cliff whispered into my ear
"I am your slut brother," I told him
"Damn, mutherfucker, them is the words I need to hear. Now you are in for some ass pounding. Can you handle that?" he said
"Can you do it?" I asked
"Shut up"
"What?"
"Just shut the fuck up" Cliff barked at me, but not in a mean way. He was playing.
He pulled his cock all the way out of my poor stretched ass and drove it back in with a vengeance. He pushed my face into the sheets and lifted my butt up high. The next few minutes felt like an eternity; as Cliff fucked me senseless.
"This nigger will show that cracker ass what it is to be fucked. Cliff mumbled telling me that he was my choice when it came to color. I never thought about color, I only thought about my brother's cock. We were inseparable.
Cliff started out behind me until he became bored with it. Then he flung me on my back, grabbed my legs, my ankles, and pushed them over my head. He didn't even touch himself as he fucked me in and out / up and down / and side to side with his cock doing all the work. Over and over that titanic cock pounded away punishing my gut; but all I could see was the ecstasy on the face of my black brother. I was pleasing his soul; while his dick pleased my hole. He fucked continuously, and my body welcomed every thrust. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. Looking at the expression in his eyes, I thought he had other plans. However any look is possible at this stage of the game.
His dick must have grown another inch in my ass as he drilled me into the sheets. I stared directly at him looking like his personal whore. "Fuckin slut," Cliff mumbled.
An animalistic roar bellowed from his body as he lounged full weight onto me with his entire body. His face cringed, and the stare was constant. Right into my soul this man beast, my black brother, emptied his bull nuts into me like an animal. I thought I could feel his dick pulse in my guts, still coming.
Cliff had me covered in sweat and dripping cum from my own cock. I shot off along with him flooding my stomach with cum. I was surprised with the volume of sticky that I managed to unload. It was my second time today getting off. What the heck, with a boyfriend like Cliff, one just has to be driven by confidence. I was not only his best friend and his white brother; but also his toy.
Cliff ran his finger through some cum on my stomach. "You're a mess." He said cuddling next to me
"It's washable," I commented. "The real mess is in my ass."
"Say what!!" Exclaimed Cliff
"My ass is dripping with your cum. I just got raped" I said laughing and stretching like a contented cow.
"You are fuckin crazy," said Cliff wiping my stomach with a towel.
Cliff laid back on top of my dry stomach and we kissed swapping tongues and spit. It was our way of doing things together. We couldn't imagine living on Grove Street without it.
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