Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2007 03:27:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: moviekid20@yahoo.com
Subject: Pops - part 1

Disclaimer......if you're an idiot and wandered all the way to this
section, and have suddenly decided you don't like reading about gay
interracial sex.....then I gotta say...you're pretty stupid. All
others....have fun...happy reading


Pops -- Part 1


	My name is Eric. I'm 20 years old and I'm from Detroit, MI. I'm a
normal masculine gay guy, with a nice swimmers build. I have brown hair and
brown eyes, and wear my hair short. I'm about 6'0, 155 pounds and a 32
waist. My fashion sense is a cross between thug, and prep. I wear slightly
big button up shirts with baggy jeans and I usually have on my bright white
shoes which accents my undershirt.

         I have a close friend of mine named Lamar. He's 22 years old and
about 5'9, and 170 pounds of muscle. He has a nice creamed coffee skin
tone, with tattoos all over. He has one across his 6 pack that says
LIFE. He is your typical sexy ass, would-bend-over-anywhere-for-him,
thug. He has a bald shaved head and a thin, neatly trimmed goatee. He knows
I'm gay, and he's cool with it. He makes jokes every now and again, but for
the most part we just chill and talk about life, and I listen to him drag
on and on about women. He's a pretty cool guy. I met him in high school,
and at the time he didn't know I was gay. I didn't tell him until after
high school in hopes of possibly getting him to bang the shit out of me.
Well, that never happened...

	We had made plans to play basketball one day and his car had broken
down the night before. He called me and asked me to pick him up from his
"pops' crib." So the next day at around 9am or so, I headed over there. I
parked in the driveway of his house and walked up to the door and knocked.
A few moments passed, so I knocked again. "It's Open," I heard someone say
from inside. I turned the handle and opened the door. "Hey, it's E...." I
said into the empty hallway before me. "Who?" I heard the voice say
again. "Eric," I replied. Suddenly a man of about 32 walked into the
hallway. He bore quite a resemblance to Lamar, so I instantly figured it
was his Dad. "Are you Lamar's Dad?" I asked. "Yeah, he at work," he said
watching me. I felt like I was an intruder in his house from the way he was
looking at me. "Oh, I was just coming to pick him so we could go hoop."
"Yeah, he said he got called in this morning," said his dad, lessening his
gaze. "I wonder why he didn't call me, now I don't got anyone to hoop
with." I said sounding slightly disappointed. "Well how about you come help
me move my dresser?" he said. "Excuse me?" I asked with a confused look on
my face. "I'm rearranging the furniture in my bedroom, and could use some
help." "Oh alright," I said.

	I followed him through the hallway, to his bedroom. When I walked
in, I saw the bed was on it's side leaning against a wall, and two dressers
both without drawers in them sitting against another wall. There was a
couple night-stands that had been pushed off to the side and a big plasma
tv sitting on a really nice oak stand. We started moving furniture around,
making idle chit-chat while working. "So you in school or something?" he
asked. "No, right now I'm working at a bank." "Cool, cool." He said with a
serious look on his face. "You and my son aren't fuckin is yall?" he asked
looking at me even more serious than before. "Uhhhhhh" I said trying to
fight my way through the bluntness of his question to find the right
answer. "I'm asking cause my son said you was gay, and I asked him and he
said naw, you guys were just friends." He said. "Oh, no....we don't get
down together." I reassured him. We went back to moving the furniture
around. The dresser we were moving was solid oak, and was really heavy. We
moved it up against one wall, and he walked around the room for a minute
surveying the space. "I don't like it there...it ain't gon' work," he
said. So we started moving it against the third wall. Half way there, I
could notice the sweat showing through his shirt from his underarms. I
didn't look too long for fear of him calling me out on looking at him. "One
second" he said. He stopped and wiped the sweat off of his head with his
forearm. "They need to hurry up and come fix this damn air conditioner," he
panted. In one quick motion he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled
it up over his head, revealing an even nicer body than Lamar had. He threw
his shirt down and put his hands back on the dresser without missing a
beat. He looked back at me and said, "You ready?" "Yep," I replied avoiding
his body and focusing my attention on the task at hand. We finished moving
the dresser, keeping the small talk alive the whole time. He asked me about
my job, and family and even asked if I was in a relationship. "I've been
single for about a year now," I replied. "Yeah after Lamars momma dipped on
us, I've been staying single." I go out to the bar every now and again and
bring a broad home with me, but I ain't trying to get tied down again. I
like it that way," he said. "Check it out though, I just bought a new bed,
and it's too big for the way my room was, that's why I'm rearranging. He
walked over and started pulling the mattress away from the wall. I
instantly walked over and began helping him with it. We ended up setting up
the bed, and attaching the headboard and footboard. When it was finally
done, he plopped down on the bed and released a loud sigh. "This is
nice...I got it cause it has a feathered pillow top." He said. "Try it out
he said standing up." I laid down on the bed and he was right...it was
nice." I stood up and looked around at the finished layout of the
room. "Looks good from what I can see," I said looking around. "Yeah, good
lookin out," he said. I unclipped my cellphone from my hip and looked at
the time. I had only been there for 45 minutes. "Aye, I got some beers in
the fridge if you wanted to chill till Lamar gets back. He gets off work at
1."

	"I don't mind," I said. "I could stare at that torso all day long
if you let me," I thought to myself. I don't know why I stayed. I really
wasn't getting a sexual vibe from him, but I was still intrigued. We went
and sat in the kitchen and he handed me a bottle of Miller Genuine
Draft. We were sipping on beers and we started talking about sports. Our
beers were soon gone, so Lamar's Dad got us 2 more each. Soon, we had both
finished 3 beers each and I was feeling good. Suddenly my phone rang, so I
answered it. It was Lamar. "What up kid?" he said. "Not too much, just
chillin with your pops," I replied. "Huh?" he asked, sounding
dumbfounded. "I came over to pick you up so we could go hoop, and your Dad
said you got called in." "Oh damn, I forgot we were supposed to hoop."
"Yeah, so your Dad asked me to help him move some furniture in the bedroom,
and now we're sitting here chillin sippin some brews." I replied. "Oh
that's cool...you guys smoking too?" he asked. "Naw, I'm dry," I
replied. "Oh, well tell my Pops to get my tray out of my room. Go ahead and
roll up a fatty, I got enough." He replied. "Alright then...I'll see you
when you get here," I said. "Peace."

	I hung up and told his Dad what Lamar said about his Tray. His Dad
left the kitchen and came back with a small metal tin. He sat down and
started rolling up a joint. Soon it was twisted and fired up. We passed it
back and fourth, blowing big clouds of smoke all over the room. After a
while I found it damn near impossible to stop looking at this mans
chest. It was so nicely defined and smooth, and my worries about the world
were fading away with the increasing buzz. "So why don't you like women?"
he asked. "I don't really know...I like guys....girls are too feminine for
me. I like masculine men." I replied as honestly as I could. "There are
masculine girls out there," he laughed. "Yeah, but those girls don't got
that pipe I'm looking for," I replied smiling slightly. "What kinda guys do
you go after?" he asked trying to sound more casual. "Usually I try to go
after guys who are already out...I want a relationship and all that with
someone." "That's not what I mean....I'm talking physically," he
said. "What kind of guy do you like?" he asked. "I mean....I'm not gonna
lie to you, I'm interested in muscular men of color." I said feeling
sheepish. He laughed at that. "There are a lot of guys like that, give me
an example," he pressed on. "Well....uhh...." I stammered. All of a sudden,
he stood up and flexed his arms. "Guys like me?" he asked smiling. I
laughed aloud. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I replied trying
desperately to sound uninterested. My dick was getting hard in my jeans
from watching this man flex his muscles for me. "What do you mean, you
guess?" he asked sounding offended. "I mean you're gay right? So how do I
measure up?" he questioned. "Honestly?" I asked. "Yeah, for real." He said
seriously. "Well, I ...honestly...think you're probably one of the finest
men I've ever laid eyes upon." I replied. He smiled and stepped closer to
me, moving his hands slowly over his abs and down to the waistline of his
jeans. He was driving me crazy. I didn't know what the hell was going on,
but shit...I didn't mind! He moved his hand back up his abs slowly, then
suddenly smacked his abs, making a loud.....SMACK. I was trying to think of
something clever to say, when he said. "So look dawg, how about we go in my
room, and you suck on my dick for me." He said kinda looking nervous, as if
the reality of what he just said hit him. I couldn't take it. I stood up,
and put my arms around him and nuzzled my face against his slightly sweaty
neck, breathing in his scent. "We can do whatever you think you can handle
doing." I said. I then felt his hands reach around me and pull me up
against him. He slid his hands down to my ass and squeezed and said, "I can
handle this...." He replied in a deep sexy tone. "But can you handle this?"
he asked, grabbing my hand and placing it on a very big rock hard lump that
I could feel behind his zipper. "Not too sure about that, but I'm down to
try," I said. He spun me around and pulled my ass against his groin. He
wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "Go this way." We started walked
toward the bedroom in kind of a waddle. Both of us lifting the right foot
at the same time, and left foot at the same time. We did this until we
reached the bedroom. He told me to lie down on the bed. He walked over and
closed the shades, making the room a lot dimmer. He walked over and stood
at the side of the bed and said, "So....show me what you got playboy." I
sat up, and immediately went for his zipper. I started kissing his abs,
while slowly unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. Turns out this man don't
wear underwear cause as soon as I started tugging his pants down, his dick
flung up and hit me in the throat. It actually kinda hurt, but I played it
off like it didn't. I looked down and reached out with my hand. This was no
ordinary dick. This was an anaconda attached to a god. "So this is what
heaven is like," I thought to myself. I bent down and started licking the
head like a lollipop. I was trying to anticipate how much of this big thick
10 inch dick would fit down my throat. I decided to go for it, and dove
down as far as I could on it. "Dayum!!" he said out loud. "Now that's how I
want my knob slobbed on." I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the
length of his snake. After a bit of this, I let his dick slide from my
mouth making a "POP" noise. Then I lifted his dick up against his stomach
and started sucking on his balls. "Mmmmm, yeah....." he said grabbing the
back of my head. I decided to go for the gold, and started working my
tongue lower toward his asshole. "Damn, you one of them freak-nasty kat's
huh?" he said smiling. He spread his legs a little and backed away from the
bed. I got down off the bed on my knees and shoved my head up inbetween his
legs. My tongue slithered its way inbetween his asscheeks and started
licking for all I was worth. "Mmmm...shit.....that feels nice." He said. I
reached up and grabbed his spit covered cock and started stroking it. I
licked my way back across his nuts and up his shaft and once again
swallowed as much as I could. His dick was covered in my spit, so I started
sliding my hand up and down his shaft on the part that wouldn't fit in my
mouth. I did that for about 5 minutes, when suddenly I could see all of his
muscled tense up. "Let me nut in your mouth." "I wanna watch you swallow my
nut boy," he said. I couldn't help but rub my dick through my jeans. "Just
keep doin just like that." "Stroke that dick, white boy," he continued. He
put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. I started gagging a
little on his dick. "Yeah, choke on that dick nigga," he said. I squeezed
my hand harder around his dick. "Mmmm...yeah....yeah....fuck.....mmmm" he
mumbled. "I'm gonna nut....."he said increasing his pace. After a few more
pumps he said, "Stroke my dick and point it at your mouth....I wanna see me
nut in your mouth." I did as I was told and continued stroking his
dick. "I'm gonna bust...he said...elevating onto the tips of his toes. A
large burst of cum flew out of the end of his dick right on to my
tongue. Then another larger squirt flew into my mouth. Three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine....... "Yeah mother fucker.....taste that
nut....taste that nigger nut in yo mouth...." I rubbed myself over the edge
and started cumming in my boxers. Finally he stopped cumming and stood
there with the tip of his dick resting on my lips. He put his finger to my
chin as if to tell me to swallow. I swallowed the entire load, and he
pushed his dick back into my mouth. I sucked the last few drops of cum from
him and swallowed more. I took his dick out of my mouth and stood up and
stand back on the bed behind me. He pushed my shoulders back and laid me
down on the bed. He leaned over me and laid his body right on top of mine
looking into my eyes. "That was hot E." he said. He giggled a sexy little
giggle, and licked my lips. I instantly opened my mouth and started kissing
him. I could've cum knowing that he was kissing the same lips that just
swallowed his load. We kissed for about 30 seconds when he got up and went
to put his clothes back on. "Please don't say anything to my son about
this....or we ain't gonna do this shit no more," he said. Alright....I
won't.



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