1. Gay Interracial


    Date: 10/9/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: RBBL91, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    dripping down her chin, spilling onto her tits. Her eyes were looking up at him, marveling at him. The power that was inside him, in that wonderful strong body and the look on his face. A face that was arrogant, and the eyes that were bright and pitiless, the eyes of Kyle, the boy that had told me that I was a pussy. ** There was nothing wrong with us; my mother, father and I had loved and cared for each other and so there was no fault in all this, no blemish that we shared the would rob the strength from my father, the dignity from my mother and all innocence from me. It was the times that was our undoing. In the mid seventies, any working class family like us that could afford to had left the city, fleeing the chaos and violence. We that remained lived like Japanese, huddling in their wooden houses listening to the approaching engines of the Third Air Force. Our doors were stainless steel barricades, fire escape windows were nailed shut in the calculation that it would be far better to be trapped by a fire than suffer the torments from those that would break in. But nothing, nothing, could keep out the times. Children like me hid Screw magazine under our covers, and what number of Sunday masses would it take to outweigh that? Until that spring, at least my father and I still had the consolation of a "nice" building, meaning that almost all the residents were white. But no amount of Rent Control subsidies could keep the old residents there when the building was sold to new ...
    owners who let no scruple stand on the way of a quick, profitable turnover. In a stroke of luck for them, two adjacent apartments on the first floor had become vacant. And these owners knew just what to do. By the time the mover's lights disappeared down 96th Street, a team of workmen, one of whom was Les, my mother's lover, were hammering and sawing the two apartments into one grand suite. We were pawn in an economic chess game. The grand suite was a whorehouse, a running concern that more than paid for the necessary payments to officials, and one that was designed to send the old, white residents packing like refugees. But we remained. We couldn't afford to move. And so we huddled in our apartment, my father hid in the television, and I stayed in my room, masturbating, and listening to Kiss. In the middle of March, I went to my first Kiss concert in the Beacon Theater, and I felt like a new world was opening for me. There was something thrilling about seeing grown men that celebrated their sexuality, men who had the same dirty little boy energy that I had. It was heaven for a confused 13 year old for me. I danced in the crowd, I was high on grass, and I was shaking my ass as the electric power of their music blew all my inhibitions away. ** The final, irrevocable break inside me came in the last week of March. I had gone shopping at the A&P with my father. While we were waiting for the elevator in the lobby, a man and a boy came up behind us. "Hey, how you doin!" We turned ...
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