1. Gay Interracial


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

    the draft. Since then he'd dropped rapidly in the rankings. In the fourth round, Quarry developed a cut over his left eye. "That's it, fight's over." Ken said. He was bleeding badly enough that the referee stopped the fight a few times and brought a doctor in. "Norton's just gonna work on it." As the bleeding accelerated, Quarry grew wilder and Norton more methodical, both man knowing that the cut changed the calculus of the fight, making it improbable that Quarry would last 15. Ken downed his beer in a few quick gulps, I looked over and saw the muscles in his neck shiver as he brought the beer down. "These are going down good! Kyle, why don't you get another round. Looks like Jamie there is ready for another." "Yeah," I said quickly, holding up the can. I had only finished two-thirds of it, but I figured I could down it while Kyle went for more. "How bout you, Bill?" Dad held out the empty can. I hadn't realized he was the first one done. He was the same as I was, liking the buzz from the beer, the calming, restful drowse of it. I downed mine as Kyle took my father's can, so I was done as he came over to get mine. He took my empty and sauntered down the hall. While he was down there, Norton connected with a flurry of punches. Quarry's chest was covered in blood now. "Hey Kyle, c'mere." By the time he walked back with the beers the referee had stopped the fight again. "C'mon, man, let them fight!" Ken said. Inexplicably, the ref let it go on. Maybe it was the TV schedule, ...
    but it was obvious to me that Quarry had no chance, he was just barely holding on, while Norton seemed fresh and strong. Kyle handed my father a fresh Colt, he tossed one to his Dad, and he held mine out to me. When I reached for it, he pulled it away quickly, like a tease. I looked up at him, and he was grinning like a cat. I felt a jolt in my body. His father and my father were both watching us. I didn't reach again, knowing he'd just do the same thing. After an eternity, he handed it down to me, and it was then that I noticed that his hands were almost as big as his father's. I took it and gulped. He walked over to his chair, smiling at his father as he did so. "Nice place you got here, Ken." My father said, trying to diffuse the tension. "Got a bitch come in three times a week. Bitch cleans like you wouldn't believe." One thing about my parents - there was never any obscenity in our house, so it was strange hearing this kind of talk with Dad around. Ken kept on going though. "Real fine piece of ass too, right Kyle?" "Shit yeah!" Kyle said, as he took a slug of beer. He was slumped back in the chair, one leg with was hiked up on the glass edge of the coffee table. I took a long pull on my beer. I was slightly giddy from the beer, and the unreal situation around me. I knew Kyle wasn't any older than me, but he seemed so . . . confident, so sure of himself. Cossel was carrying on about the fight, trying to make a romp seem like something dramatic. Ken had been trying to engage ...
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