Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2007 02:41:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: moviekid20@yahoo.com
Subject: Pops - Part 2

Disclaimer......if you're an idiot and wandered all the way to this
section, and have suddenly decided you don't like reading about gay
interracial sex.....then I gotta say...you're pretty stupid. All
others....have fun...happy reading


Pops -- Part 2


Lamar came home at 1 or so, and we hung out for a while. I kept trying and
trying to get the images out of my head of what had happened. I was still
so turned on by it all, but felt extremely weird keeping that from Lamar. I
didn't have it in me to tell him though, not after his Dad threatened me
with not doing it anymore. I enjoyed that way too much for me to only do it
once!! Anyway, we didn't really do much. We just talked shit for a little
while, then I decided I was going to get home. I didn't really want to
leave, but the awkwardness of it all told me to get going.

	I decided I would use the energy I had from the days events and
write a song about it. I got home and sat in my make-shift studio, and
played around on my keyboard and computer for a bit. The music is the easy
part for me, it's the lyrics I have trouble with. After trying to sing for
a little while, I got frustrated and decided to take a shower and head to
bed. My mind was still reeling on and on about Pops' dick. About me suckin
it, and about the way he moaned while I was sucking it. So so sexy. That
thought stayed with me all the way up until I fell asleep.

	Lamar made a phone-call to my cell phone the next day at around
9am, which is how my day began.

"What up doe?" he said.

"Not woke yet" I replied in a scratchy/sleepy voice.

 "Aw damn, my bad," he replied sounding genuinely sincere.

"Hit me up when you get outta bed," he continued.

"Naw, I'm good." I replied.

"Oh, well then I was calling to see if you could take me to work. My mom
can't take me today cause her and her husband are going out of town."

 "What about Pops'?" I inquired.

 "I don't know where he went, he just disappeared...his truck is gone."

 "Alright then, give me about 15 mins."

I hung up the phone and laid back down again. I closed my eyes and tried to
instill the feeling of the bed into my mind. Then in one quick motion, I
sat up, put my feet on the floor, and got out of bed.

	After brushing my teeth, I washed my face with my Pro-Active (which
really does work..... call 1-800...haha). Then I threw on a pair of jeans,
a white logo-T (t-shirt with a logo on it), and my all white Nikes. I
spritzed a dash of cologe on my adams apple and headed out the door. I
pulled in driveway and called Lamar's cellphone......no answer. I turned
off the car, and headed to the front door. I knocked, and the door
opened. I walked into the front hallway and yelled, "LAMAR!"

"WHAT UP!, I'll be down in like 5 minutes."

"Alright," I said. I walked over to the couch and sat down. As soon my butt
hit the cushion, the front door opened. I looked up and saw Lamar's Dad
walking in. I could tell that he had seen me out of the corner of his eye,
because he suddenly glanced right at me. He smiled at me a wide grin. He
suddenly began searching around for Lamar's presence. "He's still
upstairs," I said.

"Oh, I see." He said, smiling wider. He had an excited look in his eyes
that made him so sexy to me. He just stood there smiling at me, like he was
having a moment or something.

"I thought Lamar had to work today?" he said abruptly.

"Yeah, I came over to give him a ride."

"Oh, what up Pops," Lamar said walking into the room. "You ready? Cause I'm
running late," he said casually.

"Yeah, let's go." I said.

Lamar headed to the door, and walked outside. I turned and look back at
Pops, and he was smiling at me grabbing his dick through his pants. He
mouthed the words, "Come back" at me. I nodded and headed out to my car.

	The entire drive to Lamar's work I had a hard on. I could not wait
to drop this mutha-fucka off so I could get a piece of his Daddy's Dick! We
finally reached his job, so I drove the front entrance and stopped.

"Good lookin out dawg," he said. We tapped fists, and he got out. I drove
back to his house and parked in the driveway. I walked up to the front door
feeling sheepish. I felt awkward knowing what I was about to do. My lust
overcame that feeling and I regained my confidence and turned the knob. The
door opened quietly so I said, "Yo Pops," to announce my arrival. He came
down the stairs smiling again. "What up," he said.

I laughed, "Well....I could name a few things." He smiled again and said,
"follow me." We headed to his room, which he had cleaned and straightened
everything. It seems like it was messier yesterday when we moved it around.

"Looks nice," I said softly.

"Yeah, I'm digging it fa sho" he laughed.

He sat down on the side of the bed and stretched his legs out
straight. "Sit down," he said and patted the bed next to him. I walked over
and sat down next to him. The silence was loud, but I didn't say anything.

"Lamar had mentioned to me that you write music?" he said.

"Yeah, I dabble in it, you know. It's a hobby." I replied.

"That's cool man, music is it's own language you know?" he said.

"I know, and I'm trying to speak it," I laughed.

        This discussion led into a long talk about music. We touched on
everything from music effecting your emotions, to music production. Then he
asked a question that was kind of left-field.

"How many dudes have you been with?"

	I was definitely not expecting this, but I took it in
stride. "About 5 total," I replied. "I ain't gonna lie to you though, I
sucked about 14-15 dicks total," I added.

"Where did you get 4 from then?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"I had sex with 4 guys," I replied.

"Oh," he said. "You been tested?" he asked.

"Yeah, I ain't really done nothing in about 8-9 months."

"How long ago did you get tested?" he said trying to sound as casual as
possible.

"About 6 months ago." I replied honestly.

"Are you interrogating me or what?" I asked with a hint of cockiness.

"Naw, naw dawg...I'm just trying to get to know you," he said smiling. When
I looked at his eyes, he got this funny drunk-looking look to him. I felt
like he was trying to spit some game at me or something. It was seriously
trippin' me out, but I loved it all the same.

"So you uh.....trying to get to know me huh??" I asked slyly.

"Man, I'm just trying to know how good it feels when your tongue is sliding
around the tip of my dick," he said, just as slyly as I.

I laughed a little and personified my opportunity to reach down and feel
with my fingertips the dick that I wanted so badly to ejaculate.

"There you go E," he said encouraging me on. "Get that dick"

I stood up off the bed and crouched down in-between his legs. I started
unbuttoning his pants, pulled down his zipper and lifted free the hefty
dick. I looked at it for a moment, admiring the view. I leaned in and
breathed in a large breath of air through my nostrils. The masculine scent
of his dick went right to my brain, and I instantly felt high on lust. I
lifted the dick and started sucking immediately. "Fuck the bullshit," I
thought.

"I knew you wanted this dick again," Pops said at me smiling.

	I looked up at him and stared into his eyes while his cock slid in
and out of my mouth. His look told me that I really shouldn't stop what I
was doing. He reached a hand down and put it on the back of my head.

"You can suck a muthafuckin dick boy!" he said excitedly.

I smiled inside, and kept swirling my tongue around the hard foot-ball
helmet in my mouth. Pops started pushing my head further down on his
dick. It was trying to push into my throat. I pulled off,

"I can't do that at this angle," I said. I stood up and got up on the
bed. He laid back on the bed and I leaned over his chest, almost in a 69
position, and I started sucking again. He laid there with his hands folded
behind his head while I pleasured him. I pushed myself a little and soon
had his entire big ass dick down my throat.

"Yeah boy, that's what I need right there," he said.

All the way up, and all the way down I went. My eyes soon started watering
from the choking. This went on for a good 3 minutes. All of a sudden, I
felt his hand on my ass. I instantly got excited because yesterday, he
didn't really do anything to me. He fiddled around for a bit, and then he
lifted me up, and took off my pants and boxers. After I footed my way
loose, he set me back on the bed. I went back to sucking some more, and he
lifted me again and moved my ass to his face. We were now in a perfect
69. I could feel him breathing across my asshole. The warm moist breaths
were exciting me. I continued sucking. Suddenly I felt the tip of his
tongue make contact with the center of my hole. He flicked it around for a
couple seconds. I tried to keep focus with my sucking techniques, when I
felt the tip of his tongue flickering again. He started his swirling his
tongue in a circle all around the center. He increased his force more with
every circle, when suddenly, I felt him press his lips onto my asshole,
followed by him sucking and swirling his mouth and tongue. I was in
ecstasy. I swallowed and swallowed more and more of his dick, over and
over. I could feel his dick getting harder and harder. His sucking and
licking motions slowed, and his breathing got heavier. I knew what was
about to happen. He stiffened his legs, and a spurt of cum surged through
his cock and sprayed the back of my throat. I swallowed, preparing myself
for the next shot. The second one was much bigger and thicker than the
last. I swallowed again, 3 more pumps of thick creamy cum, and the bursts
started subsiding. I swallowed every last drop. He lifted me off of him,
and got up and walked out of the room. I sat there not knowing what to
do. In fact, I kind of felt rejected. I waited about a minute, then I got
up and started getting dressed. I yelled out, "Aye Pops....I'm out."

"Alright then," I heard him say from the next room. I headed to the door. I
felt disappointed that he was just done with me once he got his nut. I put
my hand on the handle, and started to turn it when I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I turned to look, and saw Pops standing there fully dressed.

"I'm sorry E, I just had a reality check." He said.

I raised my eyebrow.

"I mean, it just came to me what I was doing and I stopped," he pleaded.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I ain't really used to kickin it with a dude you know?"

"Aye, it's alright," I said trying to sound believable.

"I don't know what it is about you young-un, but you turn me the fuck on."
He said.

"And usually tha dudes don't got that effect on me."

I blushed, "You arouse the fuck out of me."

He reached over and gave me a hug. I loved the feeling of his big muscular
arms wrapped around me, holding me.





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