A Rose for Sapphire
by Jingjok
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WARNING: The following material contains depictions of explicit sexual activity. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not permit you to view such material, please leave here at once and go to where you can learn how to work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you are offended by such material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss why you are here in the first place.
On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of material indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day.
gay, high school, interracial, teen mm anal
DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise.
HEALTH WARNING: This story is a fantasy. The characters may engage in sexual acts that might be dangerous to their health. If you find your jewel, and romance blooms, always use protection.
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Damn! I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was looking at me again. Sure, his face was straight ahead whenever I turned toward him, but I knew he was watching me. What did he want?
I used to like this class. I felt good about being the only black boy in honors English. When Mr. Fitzgerald droned on about what we were supposed to have understood from the previous reading assignment, I could daydream, confident I would ace his stupid test without listening.
Then I had begun to notice that white boy. His name was Richie, and he was the smartest kid in the class; smarter than me, even. Pale blond hair fell over his forehead, somehow staying above the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. Those eyes that watched me, whenever he thought I wasn't looking.
This was the day I caught him. Our faces turned toward each other at the same time, and our eyes locked. He smiled, as if he had seen something inside me that he had expected. It was as if he had caught me, rather than the reverse.
The bell rang, and I got out of the classroom fast. I went to the cafeteria and sat with my friends. I engaged in our usual chatter, and tried to forget about that white boy.
I finished lunch and excused myself to go piss. When I got into the boys' room, there were three places, and Richie was standing in front of the middle one. Shit. Let him look, I thought, and stood beside him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was watching my cock.
I heard the sound of his splashing finish before me, but he didn't move. I shook my dick, and stepped back without putting it away. He did the same. He wasn't looking at my cock anymore. His eyes were locked with mine. They were the color of two brilliant sapphire gems. If he'd been a girl, that's what they would have named him: Sapphire.
He was half a head shorter than I, and slim. I knew I could do what I wanted. I grasped his arm and pushed him toward the last stall by the wall. His expression was alarmed, but his eyes never left mine. When we were inside, I locked the door.
He stood in front of me, looking up at my face. If he were a girl, I'd have sworn he was waiting for me to kiss him. I grabbed his belt and unfastened it. I undid his buttons and shoved his blue cotton trousers down. They fell to his ankles, and he stood there in his sky blue T-shirt and his little white cotton briefs.
I turned him around and pushed him forward, and his hands rested against the wall. I looked at the K-Mart brand label on his shorts and tugged them down to his ankles. I pushed his T-shirt up his back, and saw that his butt was really pretty; round and smooth and creamy. I pushed his knees apart with my hands, spreading his ass crack.
I undid my belt and shoved my pants and boxers down. I licked my finger and rubbed it over the little pink bud between his cheeks.
"Don't, Leon," he said.
I could hear the pleading in his voice, but I ignored it. I spit into my palm, and rubbed the wetness over his hole until my finger slipped inside. I shoved in and out, marveling at how tight he was.
I spit again, and stuck two wet fingers into his hole. I moved them around, stretching his opening.
"Please, Leon," he said. "Not here."
Not here. But he wanted it. If not here, then where. I hawked and spit again, and rubbed the slimy fluid over my cock. I pressed the head against his opening and stirred his bud until it blossomed and let me in.
He grunted. "Stop!" he cried. "Wait a minute."
I stopped. My hand moved my cock around against the walls of his hole, trying to stretch him so I could press inside. I shoved forward, and gained another inch.
"Ohhhh!" he groaned. "Wait. Just another second."
I waited, moving my hips, churning the head of my cock in his opening. When he began to move with me, I pushed forward. I looked down and saw half of my black shaft disappear between his creamy cheeks.
The sound he made was more of a hum than a groan. I pulled back and drove in again, watching all but about an inch of my meat go into him. I pumped once more, and felt my groin bump hard against his tailbone.
"Oh, Leon," he sighed.
I felt his body sag, and saw he had moved one hand from the wall to his groin. We began to stroke together. I moved in and out of his tight channel, while he rubbed his dick.
Watching the length of my black cock emerge from his hole, and then slide inside between his pale globes, was more exciting than anything I'd ever imagined.
The feeling of his tight, slick tunnel stroking my hot cock made me dizzy with lust. I pulled back and drove into him faster and faster. Richie's arm was flying over his own dick, and I knew neither of us could last much longer.
My hips slapped against his soft butt one more time, and then I held him tight against me. My cock swelled and throbbed and exploded deep within him.
"Oh, Richie," I moaned.
"Leon," he said, "I can feel it."
He shuddered, and the rhythmic clenching of his ass around my dick told me he was cumming with me.
When we were finished, I collapsed against his back. My chin rested on his shoulder, and I rubbed my cheek against his ear. He turned his head and kissed my nose. I backed quickly away, and my dick plopped out of his butthole.
He turned around and said, "That hurt more than when you put it in."
We pulled up our pants and went outside to wash our hands.
"I knew you were a hot little faggot," I said. "I knew you'd love it."
Richie looked at me. He somehow appeared stronger. His attitude was confident and self assured.
"I'm not going to be a toy for a straight boy," he said.
His blue eyes bored into mine. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.
"You loved it, too," he said accusingly. "You loved shooting your cum into a boy. That's not straight. That's gay."
"I'm not gay," I protested.
Richie ignored me. "I know you want to do it again," he said. "I know you're gay. I'm going to go home after school today and get ready for you. Nobody will be there until nine tonight.
"If you want me," he went on, "you'll have to woo me, like a gay boy. Bring me one red rose, and I'll let you in, because I'll know that you're gay. Otherwise, forget it."
I turned and walked out, back to the dining room. I sat down with my friends.
"Look at those tits!" I said, directing their attention away, so they wouldn't see Richie come out of the boy's room.
All afternoon, I kept thinking about Richie. I thought about what we had done; about what he had said. I couldn't get him out of my mind.
After school I went outside. I saw Richie get onto a bus that would take him home. I boarded a downtown bus. I knew where I had to go; where to get what I needed.
I walked all the way to Richie's house. Fifteen minutes, hoping nobody would see what I was trying to conceal between my arm and my shirt. When I stepped onto the porch and rang the bell, I put my arm behind my back.
There were three little windows near the top of the door. The curtain pulled aside, and I saw Richie's face behind one of them. He looked me up and down, and closed the curtain. I waited for the door to open.
I rang the bell again. This time, when he looked through the window, I moved my arm forward and showed him. He opened the door and took the rose from me.
I followed him down a hallway and into a room. It was obviously a boy's room. There were model airplanes around, and a bed and a desk. On the desk was a frame; in it was the photo of me from the middle school yearbook.
Richie was wearing a robe. He dropped it to the floor and stood naked before me. His sapphire eyes bored into mine as he stepped forward and unbuttoned my shirt.
We did it on his bed. This time he lay on his back, with his pale legs in the air. Those brilliant blue eyes were locked on mine while I pumped my cock into his tight butthole. I hadn't looked at anything else; hadn't seen him squirt his spunk between us. I'd only felt his tight ass milking my own cream into his body.
I was lying on his leg, with my own legs stretched behind him. His barely tanned arm wrapped around the dark skin over my ribs. His other thigh was flung over my brown hip, and my dick, which had never gone soft, was still buried inside him. Both of my hands were pressed flat against the soft skin of his back. I could feel his sticky cream drying between our bellies.
His blond head rested on my shoulder. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was regular. He looked so peaceful, sleeping in my arms. I pressed my cheek next to his. I knew he couldn't hear me. I don't know why I said it.
"I love you, Richie," I whispered next to his ear.
I pulled my face away from his and looked at him. Those sapphire eyes burned into my soul.
"I know you do, Leon," he said. "I love you too."
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The end.