Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2012 19:55:28 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Interracial Buddies

This is a work of erotic fiction.  It is not to be read by minors.  It
includes eroticism involving teenagers. If this type of fiction disturbs
you, or if you find that you may be unduly influenced by it, please search
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entertainment.

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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.