Gay Interracial - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,
Best Porn Sites

Gay Interracial

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

my father in the discussion about the cleaning lady, leaning over making the leather groan as Ken bent down to him. My father seemed to sink deeper into the seat. "You got a woman in your place Bill?" I took another drink, watching the two of them. The buzz I was feeling gave me a curious feeling of detachment. I saw the teasing beneath Ken's mock friendly demeanor. "No." Dad turned to the side and looked up at Ken. "The two of us live alone." "Just like us, eh? Just a couple of bachelors with nothin' holdin' us back." He straightened up a minute and looked at the TV. I could see him measuring something in his mind, timing something. I was folded back into the leather rocker. He turned towards Dad again. "Tell me Bill-" he dropped his voice a bit, but it was still easy to hear. Kyle looked away from the fight and turned over towards his father. "-You get lots of pussy?" He was smiling, but the words came out like a challenge. Just how much of a man was he? Howard Cossel seemed very far away. "Yeah, I get my share." Dad said. I knew he was lying, and from the sound of his voice Ken knew it to. Ken was about to follow up with something, when Kyle shouted. "Look at this." We looked over at the set. They were stopping the fight - Quarry couldn't take any more punishment. Norton was surrounded by an exultant mob. "Why'd they stop it." Ken said. "Damn, Norton was just getting warmed up." "Too much blood," Kyle said. "Shit." And now that the distraction was over, now that the ... picture had shifted to Chuck Wepner's dressing room, Ken picked up where he left off with my father. But he had found another point of attack. "Man, why do those white guys bleed so much, Bill?" Dad looked up from his Colt like he heard the sound of an approaching predator. "I mean, the fight just gets started, just a round or two, and these white guys, they start bleedin' like pigs on a spit. All of them." "Marciano never got cut." Dad said it with surprising force, as if Ken had hit some tripwire. I could feel the anxiety bubble up within me from beneath the sudsy drowse of the beer. "Marciano never fought men like this," Ken said, dismissively. If I was expecting some confrontation I was disappointed. Ken said: "Kyle, get us all another round." I was glad. My beer was empty, and I wanted another, because while Ken eased back a bit, I knew it wouldn't be long before he started picking at Dad's scabs again. This was just the early rounds -- I wanted another beer. Check Wepner was sitting on a bench in the training room, huddled over in concentration as his trainer worked on his shoulders, talking to his man. The TV announcer said: "Six month's ago he was a liquor salesman, and he got a phone call. . ." Building him up, encouraging people like my father to believe that fate and desire could somehow win over the gravity of talent. Kyle was standing over me, holding a beer out. I reached up slowly; I wanted the beer, but I didn't want to be teased again. He didn't this time. He ...