Older Ebony and Younger Ivory, A True Twink Romanc

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Older Ebony and Younger Ivory, A True Twink RomancIntroductionMy dad and I were sharing an apartment in DC for the Summer before the family moved down to Alexandria in the Fall. It was a hot Summer in DC in more ways than one would want…besides the normal hot and humid DC Summer, we were just months away from the asassinations of Martin in April and Bobbie in June…so racial tensions were high…actually tense! Dad headed home for the weekend, so I was alone in our 1 bedroom apartment till Sunday night. I was bored and unusually horny that weekend. I spent the afternoon reviewing and reminiscing over my stash of hidden, hallowed gay porn that included terrific tales of coveted 1st time experiences, recounting happenstances that brought two gays together, and glossy photos of bare essentials of boys and men, sexy and racy stories to accompany the pictures and letters to the editor dreamily commented on the endowments of last month’s boys and or men. I held off consistently coming to eruption to this historical treasure trove as I had high hopes for some nocturnal nookie.SeductionWe were at 12th and M Street NW and there had to be a dozen adult book stores and theaters just blocks from the seat of power on Pennsylvania Ave. I found that my very favorite haunt was at 12th and NY Ave…only 5 blocks away from home. I was a relatively short (5’8″) 20 year old white boy with short parted, black hair, small athletic build, brown eyes and a Mediterranean complexion, common in tanned Italian Americans, a tiny, thin black mustache and hush puppy shoes sans socks. I wore bermuda shorts with my tanned arms and legs, no underwear, a Baltimore Oriole Tee shirt and Orioles cap. I was not affectively gay, but knew I was twinktractive, as I was hit upon often in my all boys high school and college. It was now Saturday Night Live “game time.” The store was about the size of a living room-small, cozy and private, and as a bonus, was almost entirely gay themed with a small one shelf section for lesbian attractions, 8 video cubicles, 2 lez and 6 male oriented dedicated flicks,..really no hetero attractions at all!. I entered the porn hub and noticed no one in the mag gallery and so I began to cruise the dimly lit magazine and video selections room and almost bumped into a hunk exiting the movie section. OMG..what a stud…about 5’11”, approximately 30 years old, wearing a close cropped beard…his complexion was cream in your coffee brown, like my idol Franco Harris (a heroic Italan and African American Steeler)… with a knee jerk disarming smile, white, pearly white teeth, a short fro and a John Deere cap riding in the back of his head. This out-of-the-blue, this beautiful black man was wearing very unusual garb for power broker politicians in DC.- the suspenders around his shoulders and a bare body beneath.. His arms were muscular, with the biceps of an athlete or a manual laborer. You could see his hairy flat chest through the crevice of the suspenders. Who knows what lies beneath those coveralls. As I brushed by him, “‘scuse me,” with a smile. I immedistely smelled a musky manliness on his person…not an after shave smell, but an after work kinda sweat and sweet smell…pungent, reaL, and out front. It was Kismet…fate!ProductionI proceeded to my favorite corner of the hut’s male media, picturing young men and boys in various stages of nudity. The neat thing about this book store vs all the other DC adult book store attractions that I was familiar with, is that the owner assumes you were gonna buy something, so there was no plastic wrap around any book, mag or rag. …you could open each media with a fag and oogle and swoon till your heart was content and your dick was hardened. Well, I made a strategic decision as I picked up a magazine…I had never been with a balck man befor in bed or other private venue, in point of fact, I had never been in bed with a man before…only young twinky smooth white guys was on my sexual agenda and menu. There in the bottom shelf of LGBTQ media was a very attrative magazine cover capturing a well endowed erect black man with a cute, shorter smaller dick-boy abutting the man’s body , the boy’s penis was erect penis and nearly piercing the black man’s back like a pistol was holding him up with a potent penis behind his black, bare back, while the boy was pictured reaching around and encircling the vascularized brown peter in a tighly encircled embrace. I kinda held that cover in admiring fashion…and my hoped for newfound black body buddy would read my nonverbal signal that that visual combo of ebony and ivory pix was exactly what I’d like to act out this evening. Did he pick up my telegraph signal? Are we on the same wave length?ConductionI turned my head to my right as he strode up next to me in my gay corner of my own little private porn hub. I held the cover up almost like an advertisement to “eat at Joes.” In whispered, almost confessional tones…”Hi, I’m Paul and what is your stage name, as you gotta be a male dancer?” He smiled, a handsome, confident smile, beautiful teeth, warm facial reception. “I’m Jerome, I live about an hour and a half from here on a Virginia farm. I’m married, no k**s, beautiful. sexy black wife…but ya know, once a month I come up to the capital for a cock connection…you know what I mean? I love women, but I go into heat almost like my monthly period for a pecker in my mouh.” wow…pretty direct and open…no hidden agenda here, he wanted his monthly male fuck.. He reached in front yalova escort bayan of me and picked up an near identical cover with two dicks bumping into each other as a black man is feverishly frenching a white man while grasping the white butt cheeks in his black clawing hands. So yeah, it seems we both telegraphed that a black white combo was #1 on our agenda and night vision, It was 6:00pm, the night was young. What’s the next move? I’m school boy excited and shy, like a first date.ConcoctionI went to the counter with both of our bi biracial magazine covers, and smiled at the cashier and asked for a Trojan rubber with my two mags, as I was treating my guy! I turned to Jerome, “anything else you want? The buy is on me.” “I have rubbers, so that’s on me. I would like some baby oil though for my baby.” he purred with a grin… ” I got the oil, a dildo, vaseleine, lipstick and panties, I think I got our games’ tool box covered.” “Well my friend, let’s get this party started. Lets go to my truck, a couple of blocks away and we can decide our next move.” I followed Jerome, safely separate but side by side, holding my precious brown paper bag booty that held our trigger stimuli that might take us to the peak pecker performance of racial reform in our little part of the world. Jerome entered his pick-up truck and reached over to lift up the lock on the passenger side door. If you ever watched the Bronx Tale movie of a white boy and a black girl in the Bronx, well that’s the fuck test, if the partner does not open up the car’s lock, “dump her!” Jerome passed the fuck test! We sat quietly for a few minutes…waiting for the first move of a dance. I smiled internally, really happy Jerome passed the Fuck test. Jerome…moved away from the steering wheel and I moved closer to the center seat…Homosexuality was still a crime in DC and was often prosecuted, so we needed to be secretive and clandestine. He reached over to my left leg with a soft sexy grab. “Paul, I am just blown away. You are a dream boy…you are so cute, sexy, and don’t seem to be hung up on race, if I read you right. What do you do?” “Jerome, I just completed college and will be teaching school in the Fall, right here in DC. I have an apartment about 5 blocks away. I am on my own, so we could have some privacy and I could certainly help you make your monthly goal of a fuck buddy tonight. Whadda ya think?” His truck was musty, and his musky male aroma matched the truck cab environment. He smiled again…leaning towards me, but not connecting with lips, but definitely entering my personal space. “OK…head up to 12th and M…make a left on 12th and park on 12th at M…just 5 blocks away.” We entered my modern highrise apartment buiding, I waived and smiled at the desk manager and Jerome was obviously my guest, and the desk manager nodded and smiled back and waved us on. Jerome and I entered the elevator, As the doors closed, I pushed #12 and then turned to Jerome and leaned toward his head and lightly pecked his lips. “Welcome to my crib, Jerome…I can’t wait to see whats under the overalls. You are already giving me a rise in this high rise elevator…” as the elevator climbed to 12. The elevator door opened, I exited and Jerome followed me down the hall to 1212, I put the key in the door and opened up our opportunity to discover each other in a sparsely furnished apartment that was to be home for us both this freedom weekend…freedom to be ourselves, freedom to love one another!DeductionI was unsure of what move to make next when Jerome, my newfound,experienced fuck buddy partner in discovery was a step ahead. “Lets sit down and get comfortable, check out what is in that brown bag and then go on from there. Sound like a plan?” I was a bit nervous…I said I’d be right back…ran to the bathroom, gargeled some mouth wash, put a dab of toothpaste in my mouth and old spice on my face and private parts, dropped my shorts, flipped off my cap and stripped off my shirt. I put on my bath robe and looked in the mirror…this would have to do. I returned to the couch, hot to trot. Jerome was just so brawny and beautiful…could I handle this meat market of muscle and mulatta magic? He was sitting at 90 degrees in the middle of the couch, a protruding tent in his lap. I stood in front of him, handed him the bag and stood gawking at my good fortune this weekend, going from lonely smut reader of archived gay mags and fantasy to real life action and a rustic beauty in my bed. I got up some courage, as I was already hard below, so I made my intentions known. I pushed the bag aside, climbed on his big lap, unzipped his suspenders and pulled his overalls down to his waist. There we were- upper body man/boy nudes. I sat head to head- face to face resting squarely on his cordueroy crowned dick. I put both my trembling, excited comparatively small hands to his warm, relaxed bearded visage, and framed him in my brown beckoning eyes. I leaned forward as he sat passively grinning, quiet, willing and confident. I touched his lips lighly. pulled back slightly, smiled, looked at Jerome for his approval…he nodded and met me half way, his mouth open for a treat. He kissed me softly and slowly, pulling me closer to his face and body, experienced on that score, with his willing wife and me, a mere rookie at kissing, let alone fucking. Our body heat was building to a combustible degree. We exchanged saliva and tongues and wet our succululent lips on each other. We were lathered with moisture escort yalova like we had never kissed before…a crescendo of kissing and discovery and a preview of things to come. His bristly, black beard was wet with further anticipation…he tasted good and I hope I did too. We were like 2 oral surgeons, exploring every inch of the oral cavity with our lips and tongue and suction apparati. We were both rock hard, I could tell as I sat on his pole and he began to rotate his hips and thereby his dick to a silent melody of making me desire him. My penis was piercing his gut through my underwear and surrounded by my soft white robe. I was drilling him like he was under arrest while kissing him like there was no tomorrow. I wanted this to last as long as it could. I finally pulled away. it was only 7:00pm. what a lucky night the way things were playing out.EruptionI got up from my perch, pulled down my underwear and threw off my robe. I stood, naked, excited, nearing climax. I wanted to slow down and enjoy the night and not cum too soon. I was staring at Jerome…please God…come to me Jerome. And like ali baba, he stood, his overalls, slipping to his feet and wow…nothing covering his masculinity. a scary big and bad dick…darker that his brown complexion…more like coffee than chocolate. We took a few steps forward, walking out of this clothes till we were both standing inches apart, naked, aroused, admiring each other. Jerome, in an almost prayerful voice, embraced me with his arms.” You are not like any body I have ever imagined, You, Paul are beautiful. I feel so blessed to be here…you, you made this possible…thank you.” I cuddled, put my face on his burly chest, and heard his beating heart and felt his manhood in between my legs. Boy was he big.I could almost ride his dick. Jerome was now swaying with me in a loving and tender embrace. I movedslowly from his chest, sliding to my knees with my arms clinging to his hot body. He stood, hands on my head, navigatinfg his penis to my mouth, slowly, gently, bigly. I began sucking his member, back and forth, back and forth, slowly, lovingly and gently with literally a full load in my mouth and he was not even half engorged. His manness was pulsating, passionate, pushing and pulling itself to a pinnacle of pleasure. Minutes after I began my succulent, sucking sexual seeking tongue and teeth and lips and oral wetness on his member, he exploded, and I drank a creamatorium of sperm that was like a shot glass of rich cum that tasted tangy and tart. There I was, cum running down my face, sperm plastered all over me…smiling while my face was plastered with a dousing of his juices. I kept licking and drinking his cock and he finally pulled my head back, raised me up in his arms like he was carrying me across the bridal threshold and gave me a warm french kiss that comingled our saliva and his cum together. I was in heaven…such ecstacy. I was drunk on sunshine.ReactionJerome literally lifted me up and carried me to the couch. He layed me down like a gentle soul, nice and eay and reverent. I was on my back, looking up at the black adonis and was almost in tears with my joy over this serendipidous day/night when we just met and now what we have aleady done to and for each other and hopefully will do more to come. He knelt down on the couch, bent over like in prayer, and finally encircle my dick with his hot lips. He was good, oh so good…smooth, tactile, touchy, tiping my tongue, teeth, lips, arch, with his probing lips and tongue, all while lubricating my oral orifice with his saliva- so sexy to taste and clean my palate. In and out, in and out…churning, pumping with his arms cradling my but to his strong isometric lifts, like I was a barbell in his hands. Finally I came, and Jerome pullled away, let me spray his beard and watched as I lowered my lust from ecstasy to exhaustion…My penis was slowly slipping away to limp land and I sat back, sated and complete. I pulled my self up, threw my arms around the powerful shoulders of this magic man and kissed Jerome slightly on the lips, looking him in his eyes.’Thank you, thank you!RelaxationWe cuddled together, resting in a spoon embrace of nudity and no tomorrow. Strewn on the floor were our 2 magazines, his clothes and my robe and underwear. After about an hour of the couch comfort, I whispered in Jerome’s ear, “let’s take a shower and maybe execute an instant replay before you have to go. Its only 9:00pm…we have been together only a couple of hours…let’s play a little more.” Jerome ligly slapped my thigh and said, ‘Ok coach, to the showers.” We stood up in unison,dicks sagging, but standing tall with the confidence that we had made special love tonight. we were both pretty relaxed, and loose. “Follow me , my friend.” We entered the bathroom, he toolk a leak, I got several towels from the closet, reached into the shower and turned the water on…juggling till we had a perfect temperature to turn each other on. I got in first followed by J, tight quarters indeed, but a first experience of mine, in such close proximity to a man I had the hots for. I was still in relaxation mode at the gonad level and J was big even when at rest. I grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering his chest, then his dick, cupped in my hands, cuddling his member with soap suds. I leaned over and gently touched his lips with mine as the shower rained a powerful spray on our bodies…his eyes remained closed as he stood there, hand at his sides. in something yalova escort of a trance, water pelting his face as I plied hs lips with kisses. Yes we were relaxed. I lathered myself up, paying special attention to both of our anuses, prepping for a potential rear entry later. After a few minutes of scrubbing and soaping each other so we could enjoy eating each other, I stepped out first and began drying off. J stayed a while longer…and when I was all dry and combing my hair, and started to refresh my face…J also exited and grabbed his towel. “Dude, what a night so far. I’d like to stay a while longer…I think I have a few more hours.” With his towel under his arm, I came closer to him, naked, and embraced him in a bear hug as I looked up to his bear face and said, “Jerome, You can spend the night, I too feel really good about our togetherness so far, I feel safe and want you to know, I appreciate how gentle you have been with me…you are a gentle man! So I would love to wake up to you tomorrow morning. My dad does not get back till tomorrow around nine…so we have just us together! Its your call when you have to go…but I hope we can meet again sometime soon.” ReignitionJerome walked back to the couch wrapped in a towel, slouched down and grabbed a mag from the floor. I stayed in the bathroom and shaved, brushed my teeth, slurped some mouthwash, sprayed some old spice on my face, chest and dick. Pause…Hey wait a minute…let’s surprise J. I decided to switch gears. I hope Jerome likes the surprise…I washed the old spice off my face, chest and dick…Plan B…I opened my shaving kit. I pulled out a stick of lip stick…and lighly glossed my lips in ruby red and a bit of rouge on each cheek. I reached in and grabbed my vanilla perfume and rubbed behind both ears, at the base of my neck, the tip of my dick and along my chest. I ran into my closet and pulled out my short, tight plaid skirt, my white satin panties, my see through puffy blouse buttoned up to my nipples. I am gonna surprise J. with my fem boy personna. I slipped into my heels, and kinda waltzed into the living room holding a vibrator…and smiled my best feminine smile…and purred, “Well Jerome, I’m Paula and I’d like to sit next to you. Ok?” Jerome looked up, smiled, and patted down a spce right next to him. He threw his towel aside, naked and nudging next to me. He took over as I sat next to my date, put the dildo aside and opened the Male mag and began touring the picture highway of ebony and ivory throughout the issue. “Paula, you are too cute.” I held the other side of the magazine and joined in the mutual admiration society of the captured cocks of black and white and lots of kissing and hugging and ramming in the rear. “Sir, I wonder if Paula could kiss your ass and stick in my tongue to tickle your innards.” J stood up, went to the side of the couch and sat doggie style with his butt facing me, inviting me to lick his butt hole. I kicked off my heels, and walked around to the side of the couch. I stood in front of J. I pulled my dress down and let J see my panties. My penis was begining to get a rise out of my fem role, and my dick was clearly visible through my panties. I pulled my blouse off and sidled up to J. Kissed him on the lips. Did he like my perfume…I couldn’t see if his dick was reacting to this seduction. I pulled his head to my chest….pulled his head back up for another oral exam, sucking and frenching and licking like he was a popsicle. “All right, Jerome, I think your butt is ripe.” and I walked around to the couch, knelt on the couch, right behind J, and put my hands on his butt, and gradually leaned in and rested my face on his ass…and started to tongue the tip of his anus. His butt hole was clean and smelled ivory like…I licked, protruded my tongue, kissed, pushed further, kissed and barrowed my way into his ass. I reached back on the couch for the vibrator and directing the buzzard into his butt, slowly and gradually in and out, in and out! I could see J was getting more excited, and was swaying back to the vibrator, and sychronizing my movement. I reached in front with my right hand and kept the vibrator engaged in my left hand. I was getting hard and as I reached around to his front, he was hot and hard as well…I reached over to the table and pulled the rubber…pulled down my panties and put the rubber on…put the vibrator aside and hugged Jerome closer to me and I inched up and began my gradual entry to butt fuck my buddy… and just as the vibrator was acutally stimulating his anal canal…My relatively small hard dick was able to fit in his rear pussy after only a few slides, in and out, when I reached full fuck mode. Jerome was bucking back and forth and up and down like a bucking bronco. we engaged in this manner, gronaing and a gutteral yes,yes, yes. I was pumping his dick while fucking his butt and we both reached a crescendo after mere minutes and he spurted over my couch and my rubber captured what little residual I had left to splurge. We both collapsed. He rolled back and sprawled over the couch and grabbed me to his chest and kissed me once again…as I layed on top of J., “Man…you really turned me on to another level. Paul and Paula are both dynamite. You know, my wife knows that I need a dick every once in a while. Do you think we could plan a night in a Virginia hotel where you surprise us with a visit to our hotel room as a fem and we hang out and then we have a threesome…I think you would love Vergie…her cunt tastes terrific and she likes a littel dick as well as my big dick…I think we could have a real great time swinging. whadda ya think?” I kissed Jerome lightly on the lips…”I’d love to, you name the night and I’ll make it!”

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