Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2012 17:30:20 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Interracial Buddies Part 4

Interracial Buddies Part 4

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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Special Thanks to "Warren," a reader who collaborated with me on this
installment.

Timothy fucked Tyrone hard.

The young blond warrior thrust his cock between the black boy's thighs over
and over again, treating the darker skinned boy like he was one of the
spoils of war -- to be raped and pillaged. Tyrone clutched the young white
warrior, knowing that his best friend had suddenly become his master and
there was nothing for him to do but to yield his body to Timothy's urgent
needs.

The two teenagers gasped as they clutched each other's strong, sweaty
bodies.

Their wrestling turned into a violent physical frenzy of two males
clutching each other in what could be seen as fighting or passionate
love. The words between them were replaced by unintelligible grunts and
groans as sweaty white and black arms, legs and trunks struggled against
each other in an act of conquest and submission.

"Take my cock, you fuckin' black Nigger," Timothy growled in his best
friend's face, fully exploring the barriers which had now broken down
between them. A faint smile crossed the black boy's face. Their sweaty
young bodies pressed against each other so that they shared the same breath
and the same heartbeat.

Tyrone wrapped his arms around the thrusting white boy's back, which was
slick with sweat. He grabbed the golden locks from the back of the white
boy's head, clutching them as though they were the locks of a god that he
was holding for dear life. The white boy's face was pressed against
Tyrone's, giving the black boy a feeling of intimacy. His heart leapt as
the thought crossed his mind that he now wanted to be loyal to this young
white master forever.

Timothy thrust his hips against Tyrone, in a violent burst of energy that
surprised both boys. He grabbed the smooth skinned black boy's waist, whose
whole body was now shiny with sweat, and rammed his hard white cock between
the boy's thighs, and under his nut sac, until streams of molten cum
splashed in quick spurts against Tyrone's testicles and his ass.

Both boys continued their sweaty dance, clutching each other and grinding,
as their sticky skin slapped to the rhythm of their thrusts, until,
breathless, they came to rest.

The boys lay there as it slowly began to sink in what they had just done.

Timothy's face reddened and he looked sheepishly at his buddy, "I...I'm
sorry, Ty. I don't know what came over me..."

Ty looked away, avoiding eye contact, and clutched the rags that were once
his T-shirt and boxer shorts. "It's aiiiight, man. I guess I really wanted
it too..."

Both boys sat in silence, trying to make sense of what they were
feeling. Timothy groped for a towel so that he and Tyrone could dry
themselves off.

"I didn't mean to call you a Nig -- a Nigger."

"Yes you did, man. And I felt it. For the first time I felt like there was
nuthin I could hide from you. Like there was a chemistry between us."

Timothy gave Tyrone an odd expression while the black boy stared longingly
at the soft golden hair on the white boy's calves and thighs.

"Just be yourself, man. There aint no harm in lettin' loose and goin' off
the hook. There aint no harm in just bein' yourself once in awhile, without
always havin' to say you're sorry."

Timothy dabbed the sweat from his body and then handed the towel to Tyrone,
shaking his head. "I know one thing for sure dude, that was fuckin'
awesome. I never did anything like that before in my entire life."

Tyrone dabbed the sweat from his body, carefully pressing the wet towel
against his skin so that he could feel the cool moisture from the white
boy's sweat as he dried himself off. "Me neither. I aint fuckin' gay, yo --
I dunno know what that shit was that we just did, but I know it wasn't
gay."

Timothy took the damp towel from the black boy's hands and dabbed his own
skin with it a second time, mingling Ty's sweat with his. He leveled his
eyes at Tyrone, "We'll just keep this between you and me."

Once again, Tyrone's dick got hard from having a white boy giving him
orders. He snorted a laugh, "Fuck yeah we just gonna keep it between you
and me," his voice trailed off and he added, half as a question and half as
a statement, "especially if we gonna do it again?"

Both boys gave each other a mischievous smile and looked away, not being
able to face what they had just agreed to, not even being sure what it all
meant, but knowing for certain that they wanted it to happen again.