Date: Wed, 5 May 2021 20:29:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Sherwood <sherwoodm94@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pumpkin Pie and Carrot Cake Part 3

Pumpkin Pie and Carrot Cake

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Part 3

"Rain brings out the weirdest things in people. Do you think it is going to
rain today" asked Cheek as he walked around the skimpy furnished living
room. It was actually much nicer once you got inside.

"I don't know and didn't hear about any rain today. It is cloudy, so who
cares"

"Why all the sudden interest in the weather," asked Dan.  The weather was
the last thing on Dan's mind and talking about it with Cheek, felt a bit
strange.

"Ohh, it's nothing," remarked Cheek unbuttoning his shirt and beginning to
undress.  My dad is a meteorologist and I am thinking about going to night
school to study and forecast weather on TV...

"Really!"

"Yup. I tell myself that often. I went to a trade school, here in Denver,
for automotive repairs, but did not like it. Nah, not my thing, so now I
work at "Star Super Foods" – but it is temporary at best."

Cheek continued removing his clothes and talking at the same time. The
shoes, socks, and shirt were off and tossed to the floor.

Dan not to be outdone did the same thing. He pulled his shirt off over his
head and tossed it on the floor. He kicked off his sneakers and stood naked
except for the khaki pants he was wearing.

They meshed like a magnet with hands everywhere feeling each other's body.
Cheek held Dan's head with both hands staring into his face. "Fuckin fine"
was all he said.

It could have been an attraction, lust, passion or just plain hunger;
however, the groping had no boundaries when it came to touching each
other. There were moves here appreciated by Cheek.

Their crotches rubbed together as they frantically pawed and each other's
pants working to get them off.  Cheek moved faster and like an illusion,
Dan's khakis were around his ankles.  He kicked underwear and pants aside
and stood naked like Moses with an arm in the air.

"You are not bullshitting bro. Man, your bod is a machine, and white boy,
you is hung."

"That's what I said," Dan announced proud of what he inherited from his
daddy.

"Hold on – hold on, let me get these stupid boxer off, and get down to
some `dick' business" Cheek said pulling off his underwear and throwing it
behind him on the sofa.  Cheek back up and sat down bare-assed waiting to
be noticed.

"I sees yuh checkin out this chocolate dick. You want some dark
sweetness. I know how white boys think. You want it...oh yeah, I think you
do." Said Cheek not missing a word when it came to being black.

Dan was beside him quickly and found his cock faster than Cheek could do it
himself.  Dan took the moist chocolate meat in his mouth with no fooling
around. It was grab hold and suck.

This was a far cry from his innocent days when sucking cock frightened him.
He worked on Cheek with every trick that Jack and Tony had used on him. He
longed to suck his balls, lick the inside of his thighs and place his face
over the black crack in his ass made for fucking.

Dan had come a long way since the coming out sleep over at Jack house. It
was a teen-age `thing' for those two; but not for Little Danny.  For him,
it was a real thing and hunted him constantly.

Dan was on his knees between Cheek's legs gorging everything in its
path. He was driven, but gentle and every stroke, regardless of where it
went, felt good.

"Hungry fucker, you should have told me you was so good doin this, I would
have called another black brother to get some face too. "Cheek moaned

"I did tell you" replied Dan stopping just long enough to talk

"I thought you were lying, white kids lie" Cheek reminded him

"Most do – but all black kids lie, when they are not stealing" replied
Dan hoping he didn't overstep his ground.

Cheek was so wrapped up in the worshipping that Dan was giving his cock
that he didn't bother to answer. This was no time to debate something so
stupid.

Cheek couldn't remain still any longer and slid off the sofa on top of Dan
with both of them on the floor. He was between Dan's legs and his
full-sized pale cock disappeared between Cheek's luscious thick black lips.

"Holy shit man, you're a fuckin beast the way you suck dick.  You're too
good for me to control my nuts. You better stop, I can stop it once the
juice wants to bubble the hell out of there...Oh yeah bro – you better
stop. Pleaded Dan

Cheek wouldn't stop and continued sucking cock with precision power and
just enough pressure using his lips to cause an eruption.

That did it for sure. Dan began shooting not squirts but gobs and drops of
white gooey cannon lumps into Cheeks mouth.  He swallowed a little, but
kept saving and collecting it.  When Dan stopped spilling over - Cheek
stopped also.

Then faster than a speeding, (you know what) Cheek had Dan's legs in the
air and spreading apart his plump fuckable vanilla flavored ass.

Lord, he was sexy with black fuzz on his ass cheeks and sprigs of soft hair
on his legs. He looked slightly older than nineteen and obviously naughty.

There was no gentle finger fucking, just spreading Dan's flesh to get to
his hole. The cum that Cheek collected dropped from his mouth between his
crack. It went in and around his hole.  Cheek push Dan's sticky cum into
Dan's ass with his big black cock followed by the cock itself.

There was no loosening up to make room for a Harlem fuck. Nothing like
that; it was just cum and cock from black daddy, even tho Cheek was twenty
years old, the nasty experience he had was awesome.

Dan was nowhere nearly experienced as he pretended to be. He was rather
good at many things because he learned so well about sex in the last five
years. He was smart enough to know that Cheek had used his cum for lube and
now that black torpedo was going into his tight seldom-used exit hole.

He rested on the floor with pillows propped under his slim frame. Cheek had
shoved pillows under him while prodding his ass and pushing spent cum
inside him like a trash can.  He looked around the room catching a glimpse
of the blue sky through the top of the windowpane. For a brief moment, he
wished he was home alone and not with Cheek.

Cheek kissed his ass and gave it a short lick but nothing resembling a rim
job. It was a friendly kiss in the strangest of all places.

"You're fuckin hot stuff," mumbled Cheek rubbing the head of his cock
against a little round hole.

"Geezus, that tar pole will never get inside me without tearing something,"
thought Dan. still not saying a word. He moaned and groaned like he was
having a great time, but it was mostly for show.

There was no way he would complain about anything. Cheek was built for
bedding, dark, smooth and luscious. There is nothing more awesome than a
twenty-year-old black stud, when they looked like the prize on top of him.

The head of Cheek's cock entered Dan, it felt like an electric shock
sending pain through his rectum. He was not wet or slippery enough, so
Cheek began spitting on to his dick and around Dan's semi-virgin hole.

Much to Dan's surprise, he liked the spitting and it excited him enough to
relax and accept the cock that was searching for a place to plant its load.
The hurting did not last very long and in no time, Cheek was fucking the
tightness away from white Danny's pumpkin butt.

"Move your ass," screamed Cheek. "Fuck back and ride that dick."  Dan
obliged immediately not wanting to show his inexperience.

Cheek road him like an eggbeater going up and down, in and out and from
side to side.

"OMG that feels incredible. You are making me cum again," screamed Dan

 "Dam straight – this niggar will show you how to fuck. You just take it
and no more fucking talk.  I love filling your dumb white ass." Rambled on
Cheek not caring how he talked. He said what he wanted to say; and Dan
accepted it.

"Oh fuck, here it comes," screamed Cheek.  "Where do you want it - where do
you want it? He cried out frantically.

"Oh fuck it, you are too damn slow. It is too late now. I am dumping this
load inside your ass making you my half ass black brother – ha ha-ha"
laughed Cheek but not removing his cock. He was still tightly engorged
inside Dan but slowly slipping out.

"You want to cum again" asked Cheek knowing that Dan was so close just
moments ago.

"No – I'm good. That's enough cum for one afternoon."

Cheek went into the bathroom and took a five-minute `rinse off' shower,
wiping ass juice from his cock to feel clean again. He came out slipped
back on his clothes and looked at Dan still sitting on the floor.

"You look like shit man – go wash your nasty ass. I have to get going"

"Wait a few minutes and I will clean up and drive you back," said Dan

"Nah, it's only a few blocks and who knows. There might be another hunk of
ass out there just waiting for me. There is pumpkins pie and cheesecake in
the bag I brought with me. You keep it. I don't want to carry it around
with me"

"We can have it here, I'll make some tea"

"Tea – fuck the tea, faggots and old white ladies drink tea. You drink
it" replied Cheek "you're an old white lady."

Dan realized that Cheek changed after sex. He was a different person with
attitude and barely friendly any longer. He did not believe it was a
cultural thing except for the attitude. He also knew it was better to
remain quiet and stay friendly.

"Okay, you have a point there. No tea, we are not old ladies." Replied Dan
smiling

"Got that right – at least I'm not," said Cheek somewhat sarcastic.

Dan ignored what he was saying, walked Cheek to the door, and said `so
long' as he trotted down the stairs and out of Dan's life

Dan took a long hot bath and washed the slime from his body. He put on
clean clothes and made himself coffee to go with the cheesecake.

He had coffee all along. Good grief, how does one figure people's reasons
for doing things?

Everything is up to date in Colorado. The rest of the world didn't mean a
thing to Dan; even the parts that needed a little help.

Who knew...?

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Mark