Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2020 08:57:49 +0100
From: Adam Stewart <stewad426@gmail.com>
Subject: Black and White

Black and White
By Adam Stewart

1.

Oliver had recognised he was gay from an early age and other boys at school
had recognised it as well, so he was constantly called names and bullied
mercilessly. He'd led a lonely life and knew what it felt like to be
treated differently from the majority in society. His mother had also
recognised her son's difference from an early age but wasn't
bothered. Sadly, she died when he was ten years old, so Oliver was raised
by his father. He wasn't bothered about having a gay son and encouraged him
to accept what he was and stand up for himself.

Based in London, he was now twenty years old and a legal clerk with a
company of solicitors. He'd have liked to have been a solicitor and help
people fight for their legal rights but because he'd hated school, he'd
left as soon as he could without staying on for further education. His
father didn't push him and let him choose. He'd not gone to university
either but had done okay and was now a manager in a marketing company. He
still lived in south London where he'd raised his son, and Oliver owned a
flat in Camden.

It was pure by chance that he'd met Joseph. They'd been drinking alone in a
Soho gay bar with groups of guys all around them enjoying themselves. They
looked at each other and smiled.

"You look as lonely as I feel" the twenty-one-year-old Joseph grinned as he
walked towards Oliver with beer in hand.

Oliver laughed. "I sometimes wonder why I bother coming to these bars. I
live alone and am always alone when I go out. In a deluded kind of way, I
imagine I'll meet someone and not be alone, but it never happens."

"Perhaps tonight is different, bruv" Joseph smiled. "I'm Joseph."

"Oliver" he replied and found the black guy's smile engaging. Joseph
offered his hand and Oliver shook it. He felt the big black hand engulf his
and it felt comforting in an odd kind of way. Joseph pulled up a bar stool
beside him and they chatted. Over the next hour and a second pint of beer,
they told each other their story. Joseph explained that he was Ugandan
although he'd been born in Brixton where his parents had been born but
they'd now moved to Birmingham to look after his grandparents. Like Oliver,
he was an only child and led a lonely life.

"Being gay in my community doesn't go down well and being black has its
problems in a white society. I'm frequently told to go back from where I
came, so I always enjoy replying okay, I'll go back to Brixton where my
parents were born."

"So, your parents don't accept your sexuality?"

"No. My dad said you'll regret it son. Being black in a white society is
bad enough but you've added to your problems."

"Do you see or speak to them?"

"Occasionally when I have to. Otherwise I lead my life and they lead
theirs."

They then asked each other what they did for a living and Joseph explained
that he worked for an electronics company but not in a high-level job. "I
enjoy playing around with electronics and making things myself, but to get
into the design team requires a degree in electronics. I hated school
because of the bullying, so left as soon as I could."

"Same here" Oliver replied. For the first time he felt a connection to
someone and wanted to take things further. "Do you have plans for later?"
he asked. Joseph grinned and said he didn't. "If you've not eaten yet,
fancy joining me? Or if you prefer, we can get a takeaway and go back to my
place."

Joseph gave another of his winning smiles. "That'd be great. Let's grab a
takeaway. Do you like Indian? I know a good Indian takeaway not far from
here."

Oliver said he did, so they finished their beer and made their way.

"Nice flat" Joseph commented as he walked, in still clutching the Indian
takeaway.

"Suits me" Oliver smiled. "It's not big but has what I need."

"Bigger than mine" Joseph replied. "Mine is a studio flat with everything
in one room apart from a bathroom, but it's all I can afford."

Oliver grabbed two plates from the kitchen and passed them through the
hatch to Joseph who was in the living room which had a glass dining table
at one end. The one-bed flat spread over the first floor of a Victorian
house that had been split into three flats in the 1980's. The living room
and bedroom were large, but the kitchen and bathroom were compact. One plus
was the large walk-in cupboard in the hallway which accommodated coats and
a host of other items that couldn't be stored elsewhere.

With the takeaway now served onto plates, they settled down to eat each
with a bottle of Cobra beer they'd purchased with the takeaway. As they
ate, they talked more about one another's work and bringing up. Oliver was
interested in the remark that Joseph's father had made when he came out.

"Have you experienced problems?" he asked.

Joseph chuckled. "Virtually every day. Either at work, from the police or
racists who seem to be plentiful. If they realise I'm gay, then it's
worse. I'm frequently told to go back to my country of origin. I laugh and
reply your ancestors brought us here; you forced us to be here. It's not my
fault I'm black or live in this country. It's yours. Sometimes this shuts
them up. I've given up hoping that things will change because that's some
people's mentality towards racism, and sexuality. If they experienced it
themselves because of their difference, it would stop overnight."

"That must be difficult to live with" Oliver replied, taking hold of
Joseph's hand. "I'm so sorry. I feel ashamed to be British."

Joseph was touched and placed his hand on top of Oliver's. "That's so
wonderful to hear. Thank you. It means a lot to me. I know not everyone is
racist and homophobic but those that aren't seldom express their
feelings. Perhaps if they did, things might change." They looked at one
another and smiled. "You're so kind and gentle. I'm so glad we met."

Oliver's heart thumped with hope. Had he found someone to be his friend,
and perhaps love. They'd only known each other for a few hours but already
he felt a bond between them. They decided they'd eaten enough, so they
cleared things away and sat down beside one another on the sofa. It was a
Friday night so no work the following day. They chatted some more before
Joseph suddenly said, "I really like you, Oliver. It seems we've known one
another for a long time."  Oliver admitted that he felt the same way.

They looked at one another and without saying anything were soon engrossed
in a kiss. It became passionate and cocks grew hard. Hands felt everywhere,
including in crutches to feel their hardness. Oliver was big but Joseph's
was even bigger. He was six-foot and slim with a well muscled body. Oliver
wondered whether he went to the gym but later found out he didn't. Before
Oliver realised what was happening, his shirt and trousers were unfastened,
and Joseph's hand was feeling his naked flesh. This increased the
excitement between his legs, and he ached to see his beautiful new friend
naked. The fact that he was a different colour to him, never entered his
head.

"Shall we go to bed?" Joseph asked, hoping against hope that Oliver would
agree. He'd fallen in love with this beautiful, kind guy and wanted
more. Without saying anything, Oliver nodded his head and stood up. Taking
hold of Joseph's hand, he led him into the bedroom. Joseph immediately
noticed how tidy and organised it was, which was how he liked to live. Each
threw off their clothes and for a moment stood admiring one another's
nakedness.

"Wow, you're beautiful" Oliver gasped as he looked at the gorgeous body
standing in front of him. His eyes dropped to the big cock that was now
standing out erect and felt a shiver of excitement shoot through
him. Although he enjoyed fucking, he much preferred being fucked,
especially by big cocks. Joseph was admiring Oliver's beautiful body plus
the thick stiff cock. He preferred fucking but also enjoyed being fucked,
so looked forward to feeling the gorgeous organ inside him.

Without saying anything, they collapsed onto the bed and made love. Joseph
mounted Oliver and they kissed whilst rubbing their erections together. The
kiss was passionate, and tongues fought with each other as they probed one
another's mouth. A few minutes later, Oliver was on top, but the kissing
continued. At some point, Joseph regained control and was on top again. He
gently lifted one of Oliver's legs so he could finger his puckered
hole. Oliver could feel the finger that had been lubricated with spit,
slipping inside him.

"Ah, fuck. That feels so good" he grunted.

"Want more?" Joseph grinned.

"You bet" Oliver hastily replied. "There's lube in the drawer." Joseph
reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube. By the look of it, it hadn't
been used for some while.

"Can't find any condoms" he commented having searched the drawer but had
found a dildo and a bottle of poppers.

"Don't use them" Oliver replied. "There's something I need to tell you."
Joseph looked at him, wondering what had to be said at this critical point
because he too had something to say before things went further. "I'm HIV
positive. Caught it from a guy when I was sixteen but I'm undetectable;
have been for years."

Joseph smiled with relief. "So am I. When I was fifteen, I was raped by a
guy and he gave me HIV. Like you, I'm also undetectable but I get tested
every so often. I was about to tell you before things went further."

They kissed again and felt tears of joy fill their eyes. Apart from the
colour of their skin, which didn't bother either of them, they had so much
in common. After the passionate kiss had subsided and their cocks were rock
hard again, Joseph lubricated his, twisted Oliver slightly, lifted one leg
to expose his prize and gently inserted the big head of his cock into the
waiting arse.

"Ah, fuck" Oliver cried out as the big head breached him, stretching him
wide open. He hadn't been fucked by a real cock for such a long time. When
he was feeling randy he used the dildo but that didn't compare with the
real thing.

"Okay?" Joseph asked, pausing the slow push he was making into the
beautiful hot arse.

"Yeah, it's fucking awesome. Keep pushing. I want to feel your gorgeous
cock right inside me."

Joseph giggled as he continued pushing until his short black pubic hair was
touching Oliver's flesh. He held it there for a few moments and changed the
angle, which caused more cries of delight from Oliver. He then proceeded a
long slow fuck.

"You've got such a gorgeous arse to fuck" he grunted as his cock moved in
and out. "It's fucking beautiful."

Oliver smiled. His mind flashed back to some of the gay porn he watched to
relieve his pent-up sexual urges. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and took
deep sniffs up each nostril. It was losing its potency, so made a mental
note to buy some more. He passed it to Joseph as the rush went to his
head. The cock inside him had put him on cloud nine. Joseph sniffed up each
nostril and soon felt the rush he so enjoyed. He'd never taken drugs other
than poppers and never intended doing so. The pumping of his cock
increased, and he knew the inevitable was nigh.

"Fuck. I'm coming" he yelled.

"Yeah. Fill my arse with your gorgeous cum" Oliver giggled. Joseph did as
ribbon after ribbon shot out until he was spent. Suddenly, everything
stopped. "Wow, that was awesome, man. Fucking awesome."

Once the big cock had slipped out of his arse, Oliver turned and held their
heads together. He pressed their lips together and kissed him hard. "Thank
you. Best fuck I've ever had."

Joseph smiled. It certainly was and he wanted more. He held Oliver's face
and paused before saying what he knew he had to say but was unsure if this
was the right time. "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Oliver nodded. "I do".  Both relieved, they declared their love for one
another and fell into one another's arms to hug.

Needless to say, Joseph stayed the night and the night after that. During
the weekend they spent together they had more sex which was just as good as
their first, and Oliver fucked Joseph. On the Sunday evening as they laid
in bed beside one another, they discussed the future. Both recognised that
they'd only known one another for two days, but it seemed like months, if
not years. They each questioned themselves whether it was a simple fling
that would pass by, but both came to the same conclusion that they loved
one another and wanted to be together, and they wanted to do so without
delay.

"Your flat is so much nicer than mine" Joseph said. "And, as it happens,
I've shortly got to sign a new tenancy agreement if I stay in mine. My
landlord insists on two-year fixed term tenancy agreements and my first two
years is up next week."

"That settles it" Oliver grinned. "Move in with me and tell your landlord
he can find another tenant."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Of course. I love you, Joseph. I want us to be together and enjoy
life. I've got a lot of catching up to do" he laughed. Joseph kissed
him. He so loved this guy and he too wanted them to be together. They
agreed they'd meet after work the next day and Joseph would take Oliver
back to his place. If they felt the same way after another night together,
Joseph would start packing and inform his landlord that he wouldn't be
renewing. "Aren't you required to give notice?"

"Only if I want to leave within the tenancy period, otherwise I have to
move out if I don't sign up for another two years."

Oliver was glad he had purchased his flat despite having a
mortgage. Fortunately, his dad had helped him with the deposit.

2.

Oliver stayed with Joseph on the Monday night and over breakfast on the
Tuesday they agreed they still wanted to live together. As Joseph had said,
his studio flat was compact and too small for two people. He wrote a letter
to the landlord to inform him that he'd not be asking for a renewal of the
tenancy agreement and agreed with Oliver that he'd move in with him on the
Wednesday. They'd each take the day off from work so Oliver could help him
move his belongings.

Neither had come out at their place of work although comments had often
been made when colleagues realised they'd didn't have girlfriends, but they
kept their private life to themselves and would continue to do so. Joseph
would inform his employer of his change of address but no more. They each
used the excuse they had a family matter to attend to as the reason for the
request for a day off at short notice. Oliver's boss approved the request
without question, but Joseph had to persuade his boss to approve his by
saying he hadn't taken any holiday for nine months and needed this
day. Eventually, it was begrudgingly approved despite his white colleagues
frequently taking days off at short notice and piling their work onto him,
but he said nothing, as usual.

On the Wednesday morning Oliver made his way to Joseph's flat to find
everything packed into boxes and suitcases. They decided to use a taxi to
take them to his flat in Camden. When Oliver booked it, he said there'd be
two passengers plus luggage. The driver groaned when he saw the amount of
baggage but perked up when Oliver slipped him a ten-pound note for the
extra load.

By the time they reached Oliver's flat he was merrily chatting to them and
didn't add on the normal luggage charge. With everything unloaded onto the
street and the fare paid, they proceeded to move everything into the main
entrance. There was no lift, but they only had to carry everything up one
flight of stairs. As they made the final journey up, the resident from the
top floor met them as he was coming down.

"Hi, Jayesh. This is Joseph. He's moving in with me" Oliver said breezily.

"Good to meet you, Joseph. I hope you'll be happy here. You must join me
for a meal so we can get to know one another. How about this evening?
Moving in is always so stressful I find."

Oliver thanked him and said they'd be delighted to accept. He'd often met
Jayesh coming in or out and chatted, but they'd never done more than
that. When they were inside Oliver's flat with Joseph's belongings
scattered across the hallway, Joseph asked, "Is he gay? I got distinct
vibes from him."

Oliver chuckled and said he had too on several occasions, but nothing more
had been said.

"Who lives in the ground floor flat?"

A single woman in her early thirties but I often see men with her. She
seldom speaks when you meet, apart from a simple hello" Oliver replied.

They spent the next two hours unpacking Joseph's belongings and finding
space for them. Once done, they sat on the sofa with a cup of tea.

"I can't thank you enough, Oliver, for inviting me to move in with you. For
once in my life, I feel I belong somewhere. Growing up was difficult. I
knew I was different from an early age and by the age of twelve I knew I
was gay. I also knew I couldn't speak to my parents about my feelings. I
internalised my feelings and suffered anxiety attacks and depression. I
even thought about how I could end my life when I was fifteen. Then I met a
guy who appeared to accept me for what I was. He was a year older than me
and said he was gay and felt at ease. We met on several occasions without
my parents knowing. Then one day, he invited me out and took me into a
wooded area about a mile away from where I lived. We were sitting on the
ground and he suddenly pulled me into a kiss.

To begin with I enjoyed it. I'd never kissed a guy or a girl up to this
point, so this was my first and rather special. Before I knew what was
happening, he pushed me down on the ground, covered me with his larger body
and started ripping off my clothes. I struggled but he was stronger than
me. I was now naked, and he was naked to the waist. Despite his roughness,
I began to relax and enjoy the physical contact. Then he roughly turned me
over onto my face and I felt him unfastening his trousers.

Suddenly, I realised he had nothing on underneath and his stiff cock was
pressing against me. I yelled when he breached me, and he placed a hand
over my mouth. He then proceeded to fuck me until he'd climaxed inside
me. Whilst fucking me, he was shouting, you fucking queer, you like your
arse being fucked, don't you? It then suddenly hit me that he wasn't gay
and had been grooming me for this attack. He pulled out, hastily dressed
and left me lying naked on the ground, crying my eyes out."

Oliver took him into his arms as the image of the rape shot through his
mind. "I'm so sorry. I can't imagine what that must have been like. I'm so
sorry. What did you do?"

Joseph chuckled. "I laid there naked for a good ten or fifteen minutes
trying to process what had happened. I then stood up, got dressed into my
now ragged clothes and slowly walked home. Fortunately, my parents were
both still at work, so I changed and threw my torn clothes in the bin. I
then sat on the bed and went through what had happened. The odd thing was
that once I'd got over the shock of him fucking me without my agreement, I
enjoyed it despite his homophobic comments. From thereon I made a point of
meeting other guys. When I was sixteen, I met a guy who fancied me, and we
had sex. By that time, I'd been diagnosed as living with HIV, so was placed
on ARV drugs."

"Did your parents know?"

"That was when I came out to them and explained I'd been raped. That was
when my dad told me I'd added to my problems, but he wanted to know who'd
raped me. Knowing he'd probably kill the guy, I said I didn't know his name
and hadn't seen him since. I hadn't seen him, but I'd read in the local
paper that he'd been arrested and charged with raping another boy, so was
serving time. I suspect he was a closet gay."

They kissed and as before it became passionate but didn't extend to
sex. They did, however, discuss their own relationship. Joseph suggested
they have ground rules. They decided they'd be willing to have sex with
other guys provided it was together and be totally honest with one
another. That suited Oliver so was happy to agree.

It was time to get ready for their meal with Jayesh, so they decided to
have a shower. They stripped off and squeezed into the shower cubicle
together. Having their naked bodies close together caused its effect, so
two stiff cocks were soon on show.

"Do you enjoy being naked?" Joseph asked. Oliver said he did and often
stripped down to his underpants when he got home after work and stayed like
that until he went to bed. Joseph grinned. "I do the same but discard the
briefs as well, so prepare my meal, eat it and then lounge in front of the
TV totally naked."

"Sounds good to me" Oliver giggled and took hold of Joseph's erection. "I
shall never get tired of seeing this beautiful piece of meat and the rest
of your gorgeous body."

By the time they'd dressed, it was time to make their way upstairs with a
bottle of wine in hand. Jayesh welcomed them with open arms. He'd changed
into a thin white shirt that clung to his slim body and an equally
tight-fitting pair of slacks. For a moment they enjoyed the view in front
of them before he invited them into the living room. Being of similar size
and design to Oliver's flat it looked the same apart from the obvious
Indian influence in the décor.

"The meal will be ready in twenty-minutes, so let's first have a drink."
Jayesh poured three glasses of wine and they sat down. Joseph and Oliver on
the sofa and Jayesh on a chair opposite them. "It's so good to know there
are other guys of the same persuasion as me living below. You are gay,
aren't you?"

Oliver smiled and said they were. "We've not known each long but knew
immediately there was a connection, so Joseph moved in with me today. Do
you have a boyfriend?"

"Sadly not. I only move here from Leicester nine months ago and haven't
found anyone yet, although I have met one guy who's interesting, but not
boyfriend material. My parents wanted me to marry so produced endless girls
for me to choose from. I got so fed up with their interference that I
eventually told them I was gay knowing they'd disapprove. Although now
legal in my home country, homophobia is rife, and my parents are no
exception. My father told me I was a disgrace to the family name. I told
him he was a disgrace by being homophobic. As you can imagine, we ended up
saying harsh words to one another, so the next day at the age of
twenty-four, I packed my bags and came to London. It's wonderful to be free
and be who you are without worry of being found out. My company accepts
everyone for what they are, so I can be free about my sexuality at
work. I'm a Shipping Clerk and enjoy my work. Today, I had a day off
because I worked overtime on Saturday. Anyhow, enough about me. What do you
guys do and how did you meet?"

Oliver and Joseph told their stories and what they each did for
work. Jayesh then suddenly jumped up remembering the meal. He'd prepared a
sausage casserole with an apple pie for dessert. As they ate, Joseph asked
him about the interesting guy he'd mentioned. Jayesh laughed.

"I met him in a gay bar. He's quite a character. His name is Zane. He's a
twenty-year-old African and makes gay porn videos which he uploads onto the
web to make money. He's asked me to take part in one."

"Wow" Joseph exclaimed. "That sounds good fun. Are you going to?"

"He's arranging for me to visit his studio to discuss it. He also wants to
see how relaxed I'd be whilst being filmed naked. He's looking for more
participants, if your interested. The money is good which will help me pay
the rent on this place."

"Sounds brilliant. I'd certainly be interested and could do with more
cash. How about you, Oliver?"

Oliver looked at Joseph for a moment. He'd often imagined being involved in
a gay porn film, so was interested, especially if it involved having sex
with his lover. His only concern was being identified but Jayesh assured
him that Zane used software that could change the face of a participant who
wanted their identity hidden. It was agreed that Jayesh would speak to Zane
and arrange a meeting.

"He's a nice guy" Joseph commented after they'd left Jayesh and returned
downstairs to their flat. "We must invite him down for a meal. Who knows
what will happen?", he chuckled. Oliver agreed and made a mental note to
invite him.

3.

It was several days later that Joseph was stopped by the police whilst out
shopping with Oliver.

"Here come the pigs" Joseph whispered as they continued walking. "Two
o'clock. Two white officers."

Oliver casually glanced in that direction as Joseph placed a hand in front
of his mouth and said, "Red alert". He knew this was the voice switch on
the recording device he wore on the front of his shirt. To the casual
observer it looked like a button, but it hid a micro camera and microphone
that connected wirelessly to his mobile phone account. This recorded camera
footage and speech. He'd designed it himself and had sold similar devices
to numerous other BAME people who were constantly being unfairly stopped by
the police. Oliver had been so impressed with it that he too had purchased
one from his lover. He immediately pretended to cover his mouth and clearly
said "Pink alert" to switch on his device.

"So, what have we got here" one of the officers said, having now stopped
Joseph. Looks to me as if this monkey has stolen goods."

"Sure, looks like it" the other officer replied as he grabbed Joseph's bag
that contained two new shirts and a pair of slacks. Both he and Oliver
always took their own bags when shopping to protect the environment.

"I paid for these items." Joseph replied politely. "I have a receipt."

"Yeah, I'm sure you do" the first officer laughed. "You coons always say
that."

"I was with him" Oliver added. "I too have a bag with similar items. Are
you suggesting I stole them?"

"Of course not, sir" the other officer grinned. "We trust you, so go on
your way and leave us to take this dubious character to the station."

"I'll come with you" Oliver replied as the officer led Joseph away.

"Take my advice, sir. Don't get mixed up with black scum like him. They're
always trouble, believe me. Just go home and forget him."

Oliver couldn't believe the amount of racist abuse. He wanted to explode
but Joseph had told him how often people of his colour were stopped by the
police and arrested for nothing and advised him to be polite and not show
anger, because that's what they wanted. The whole episode was being
recorded on their micro camera systems and would be the officers'
downfall. He hastily left the scene, grabbed a cab, and went to the police
station. On his way, he logged onto Joseph's recording system which was
still recording inside the car taking him to the police station.

"Control. This is 57365 calling. Bringing in a monkey to be charged with
theft."

On arrival at the station, Oliver reported to the custody office and told
the officer that he was Joseph Cato's representative and demanded to see
him immediately.

"He's just come in" the young officer replied. Knowing that a detainee had
a legal right to be represented, he immediately took Oliver to an interview
room. Being a legal clerk, Oliver knew the procedures and had accompanied
their lawyers to a police station.

"The detainee's rep is here, Sergeant" the young officer announced as
Oliver walked in behind him without being invited.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" the officer who'd told Oliver to go home
exclaimed.

"As you've heard, officer, I'm Mr Kato's representative. Perhaps the
arresting officer can first explain why he's arrested Mr Kato."

"Yes. Give your explanation, PC Johnson."

"He looked suspicious and was carrying an unmarked bag with new clothing
inside. I asked where he'd got it from and he refused to say, so we
arrested him."

"Did you ask Mr Kato for proof that he'd purchased said items, PC Johnson?"

He glared at Oliver and replied "Yes, but he refused."

"And were you racially abusive to Mr Kato?"

"Certainly not."

"Sergeant, I'd like to show you footage of what actually happened when PC
Johnson and PC 58462 accosted Mr Kato and myself on the street."

The sergeant looked at Oliver confused. "You were present?"

"I was, Sergeant, and I too was carrying an unmarked bag with new clothing
which we'd just purchased from a store nearby but PC Johnson told me it
wasn't necessary to inspect my bag, only Mr Kato's, who as you can see is
of a different race. I call that racism, don't you? He also told me not to
get involved with black scum like Mr Kato."

"That's a lie" Johnson shouted. Oliver smiled and said, "Let's see who's
telling the truth, shall we, PC Johnson?" Before the Sergeant could
respond, Oliver played the footage from Joseph's recording followed by his
own.

"Get out" the sergeant shouted at Johnson, "and wait for me by my office
with PC Taylor. I want words with both of you."

After he'd gone, the Custody Sergeant apologised profusely for the way
Joseph and Oliver had been treated. "I can assure you that both officers
will be spoken to very strongly." He then asked if he could have a copy of
the footage.

"Give me your email address, Sergeant" Joseph replied, "and I will forward
you a copy of today's footage plus ten other similar incidents, six of
which have involved PC Johnson, and other ethnic minority people. You
should also be aware that copies are being sent to local and national news
channels, the local MP, the local representative of the Black Lives Matter
campaign, and your Chief Constable."

The Sergeant's face went white. He'd had other complaints concerning
Johnson and Taylor but had not acted upon them. He again apologised on
behalf of the Metropolitan police and told Joseph he was free to go without
charge having seen the receipt for his purchases.

"You were impressive" Joseph told Oliver once outside the police
station. "It's a pity you're not a qualified solicitor." Oliver had often
thought of studying for the law exams, but he knew it would be hard work
and probably beyond his ability. He'd always underrated his ability, but he
had enjoyed watching PC Johnson's face as he realised his racist attitude
had been captured on camera and fully recorded. He still couldn't
understand how because he hadn't noticed either of them holding a
camera. Once home, they set to and sent the Custody Sergeant, via one of
the online file transfer systems, their footage plus the footage of other
incidents. Whenever someone used Joseph's camera recording system, he also
received a copy into his account, so he had plenty from which to
choose. Copies were sent to the other recipients including the Chief
Constable.

Within an hour they received a response from the media wanting
interviews. They'd decided against giving these to avoid possible attacks
by anti-black groups but agreed to be interviewed over the phone using a
nonregistered mobile. The following day Joseph received calls from the
local and national media for him to explain what it felt like to be
racially discriminated in this way. The item made the main news and
produced dozens of other stories by ethnic minorities who'd been racially
treated by the police. The general feeling was that the police were
fundamentally racist, but Joseph doubted things would change despite those
in power saying they'd do something.

"Why haven't you used the evidence you had before now?" Oliver asked as
they lay in bed caressing one another.

"I wanted an incident that was blatant and one that was witnessed. I also
knew you'd be the perfect person to handle the police. Coming from a white
person has much more impact."

Oliver kissed him. He never thought of himself as different from
Joseph. They were both human beings who had a right to be treated fairly
and the colour of their skin was irrelevant.

"I love you" Joseph smiled.

"You'd better show me how much" Oliver grinned. Joseph slowly worked his
way down his body, licking and teasing every sensitive bit. When he reached
Oliver's cock, which was now rock hard, he took it into his mouth and
teased the sensitive head with his tongue. With one flip he turned him over
and spread the buttocks apart. His hot tongue probed the entrance his cock
would soon be penetrating and teased that until his lover was begging to be
fucked. He lubricated his erection and slowly pushed it in. Once deep
inside, he thrust in and out from different angles to hit every erotic spot
inside.

Oliver was crying out with joy. He so loved being fucked by this beautiful
big cock. Eventually, Joseph reached his climax and erupted inside the
gorgeous arse. Once done, he flipped him over onto his back and took the
erection into his mouth. Several minutes later, he was rewarded with
ribbons of creamy cum. They fell back onto the bed and kissed.

It was three weeks later when they heard on the news that the two officers
who'd been racist had been dismissed from the police force following their
suspension. Even more evidence had come to light following the media
attention and it was overwhelming. Other officers were disciplined, and the
entire force was told to attend suitable training, but Joseph doubted it
would make much difference in the long run. Too many people, including the
police, automatically think persons like him are foreigners and tell him
"Go back to your own country" but conveniently forget that their kind
brought them here years before and forced them to be here. He gave up
hoping that things would change because that was many people's mentality
towards racism.

Oliver had spoken to his father about Joseph and felt it was time they met,
so an invitation was made to visit and have a meal together. Although they
kept in contact via email or by phone, they hadn't met for several months
despite only living either side of the river. It was times like this that
he wished his mother were alive so she could meet the man he loved.

When they arrived, father and son hugged before Joseph was introduced. He
too received a hug from Oliver's father who told him to call him George. As
they ate, the issue of racism was raised, and the recent incident was
discussed.

"You should make an official complaint to the police and claim
compensation" George told Joseph.

"There's no point. It would only stir things up and cause more problems. At
least they know if I'm stopped, every move they make and word they say will
be recorded and used against them. Oliver was a natural when he represented
me and presented the evidence" Joseph chuckled.

"You have a good one here, Oliver" George told his son.


Following their meal with Jayesh, he'd become a good friend and they
frequently had meals together, either in his flat or with Oliver and Joseph
below. So far, sex had not taken place between them, but they fondled one
another and made strong hints.

It was during one of these meetings that Jayesh informed them that he'd
visited Zane's studio and having stripped off in front of a camera and
massaged himself to a climax, he'd been accepted onto the team of guys for
gay porn.

"I told him about you guys and he's very keen to meet you. If you're
available, he'd like to do so next Saturday afternoon. Wear something sexy
because you'll be required to strip and perform in front of the camera."

Oliver again queried how their identity would be hidden. Jayesh confirmed
it would and that he too had requested that his face be changed on all
footage. "You choose which face you want, and the software does the
rest. It's amazing" Jayesh replied.


It was time to leave on the Saturday to visit Zane. Oliver was still having
doubts about what they'd be expected to do but Joseph was keen, and he
didn't want to disappoint him. Jayesh had already made his first film and
was full of it.

"I'll be there to make sure things don't get out of hand, so don't worry"
Joseph said as he hugged and kissed him. "It'll be fun. You love being
fucked and we're being paid for sex" he laughed. Oliver knew he was being
silly, but he wasn't as adventurous as his lovely Joseph. Jayesh joined
them, saying he wanted to introduce them to Zane, but his real reason for
going was he wanted to watch his two gorgeous friends having sex. There was
also the chance that he'd get the opportunity to join them. He'd dreamt of
fucking Oliver and being fucked by Joseph.

Zane rented a small industrial unit just off the Clerkenwell Road, so was
only five minutes on the tube from Camden Town where they lived. The
premises consisted of one large area and had originally been used for
storage, so needed total refurbishment when he took it on but with the help
of some willing friends the walls and ceiling had soon been plastered and
painted. He'd also installed a shower room and toilet plus a small kitchen
area where tea and coffee could be made. His main work involved
photographic assignments for commercial companies such as clothes
catalogues and photography for marketing brochures.

It was one of his male models who'd suggested he do gay porn films. Rafa
was a fellow African, now aged nineteen, and like Zane had been rejected by
his family when they realised he was gay. As well as modelling whenever
work was available, he assisted Zane with the porn and frequently took part
because he loved sex and never tired of it. He now shared a flat nearby
with Zane and they had lots of friends.

"Welcome, brother" Zane enthused as Joseph walked in. "And you must be
Oliver" he beamed, turning to give him a hug as well. He introduced Rafa
and explained to the new couple what he wanted them to do. "Imagine you're
feeling randy, which I hope you are" he chuckled. "Slowly undress one
another until you're naked and have sex. Ignore the cameras but when you
start fucking, be sure to give the camera a good view of cock entering
arse, so avoid hands blocking the view. Make as much noise as you
like. This place is soundproofed, so nobody outside can hear. I understand
you have no problem with doing it raw. I only produce bareback. Any
questions?"

Joseph and Oliver looked at each other and shook their heads. Zane
instructed Rafa to switch on the lights that surrounded the bed which was
placed inside a mock bedroom and called "Action". Joseph moved towards his
lover and took him into his arms. They kissed and despite the two cameras
that were recording everything and Jayesh watching on, they were soon fully
engrossed and became passionate. Clothes were gradually removed item by
item until two stark naked bodies showed all to the cameras. Rafa zoomed
onto the growing cocks; that was always his task and left Zane to deal with
the overall shots.

It had been agreed between them that Joseph would fuck Oliver, so that's
what he did with his lover on all fours at the end of the bed. Rafa laid on
the floor on his back so he could capture the big black cock invading the
white arse. Zane was drooling over the scene. It was perfect. The two
performers were having sex as if nobody else was around. The fact that two
cameras were capturing every detail, hadn't upset their flow. He knew
instinctively that these guys were natural performers and he could make a
fortune from the films they produced.

After the cameras had captured that beautiful moment when creamy cum is
seen shooting out of cock before plunging back into arse, Zane brought the
scene to a close. He congratulated Oliver and Joseph on their performance
and discussed future scenes. He was interested in doing a series of a white
guy being fucked by black guys including a gang bang, a scene in which
Oliver is fucked by a burglar and some sex scenes in the open. He had a
friend who owned a large house in the country with extensive grounds where
they could roam around naked and have sex.

"How about it, guys?"

Oliver looked at Joseph for his opinion. He was excited at thought of doing
more, so Oliver also agreed subject to their faces being changed.

Over the next few months, they performed in dozens of films and Oliver
decided he enjoyed being a porn star. He especially enjoyed being fucked on
film by his lover and on occasions fucked him. He also enjoyed being fucked
by Rafa and Zane plus a host of other guys. He also liked being paid for
doing so, which amounted to a tidy sum. Life with Joseph continued to be
good and they had a happy life together, making many friends on the way.

*****

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