1. Gay Interracial


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

    handed me the beer casually. I looked up and said "Thanks." He had that same smirk on his face, that same hard look in his eyes, but I felt different. For just a moment, fear was supplanted by . . . some other feeling, something strange. This boy had something I wanted, something I wished I had. After a flurry of commercials, the windup to the bout began. Ali came in like a prince, surrounded by a huge entourage. The arena was electric with adoration. He tossed his robe away like a Sultan, and the hangers-on fell away like chariot dust. He started dancing around the ring, shadow boxing. "Damn, he looks good!" Kyle said. "What a body. Damn he's ripped!" Ken and his son were joyful, watching the great Ali. "Ain't he pretty?" Ken said, and it was another departure from the world I knew. Two men free enough to talk about a man's body, the specifics of his build, and the way he carried himself. "Look at those hands, so quick," Ken said. "Yeah, fast like a mutha, but big. Seven inch fists." Kyle said. Dad and I were left out, feeling a bit like Chuck Wepner. He was standing still in the ring, another spectator to Ali's show. He was big, and covered with hair. The fight was almost started. A beer commercial started, and I took a slug and looked at a wire frame clock on the wall. I wondered how long before we could leave, and get back home to a place that was familiar, safe. Underneath, I knew I was frightened of something. "So we were talking about pussy before, Bill," Ken said. ...
    "Tell me, any fine ones in the building?" Oh God! Like my father would know. Like the women from the building came in and strutted around his LazyBoy. My father stayed motionless on the couch, he couldn't bring an answer up. "Bet Jamie here knows some nice ones, eh?" Ken had a small grin on his face, as if he was trying to stop himself from laughing. "You like pussy, Jamie?" It was almost funny. I went from fear at my father's paralysis to the playful realization that no adult had ever spoken to me like that before. Man to man. No bullshit about love and marriage. None of that shit about treating girls with respect. Just the plain, unadorned fact that all a man really wants deep down is to fuck. So I said it: "Hell yeah, I do." Ken leaned back on the couch and laughed. Kyle almost spit his beer out on the table. This was funny! My father laughed too, he couldn't help himself from joining in. "Bet you're just like my boy here." He was smiling at me, he seemed genuinely friendly; this had none of the guile of his other talk. He took a big gulp from his can. "Kyle, here, he's like his Daddy . . ." He stopped because the fight had begun. Wepner came out like a bull, big and menacing. Ali met him in the center of the ring and started dancing, moving back towards his left as Wepner chased him. Chuck started throwing punches, but Ali slipped them easily. About two minutes had elapsed before Ali threw his first punch, connecting with a quick, stinging jab. As the round was ending, Ken ...
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