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Subject: China Is Next Door 4 Disclaimer: The following is a story of a homosexual nature and is sexually explicit. Please do not read if you are a minor or if it is illegal where you live to do so. Remember to think smart to play smart. Use protection. Today’s story is a continuation of China Is Next Door. Justin Zhang has come out to his parents. There will be shock, but will they ultimately accept him and his relationship with Jaime? If this sounds like something you wish to read, be my guest and read. If it is not, go back and look for another story to read. Help the Nifty Archive continue to provide a home for erotic fiction. Consider donating by going fty/donate.html. Thank you. ===== China Is Next Door 4 “I’m gay.” I had never said anything more momentous than that in all my life. The resulting silence was so monolithic, one could hear a pin drop. My parents switched to Mandarin right away. Although they had been in this country for many years, they would switch to Mandarin and ask my brother or me to translate for them to make sure they understood what was said in English. Mama was horrified, I looked at them with determination, When was the moment I knew? Some of us have that special moment of realization when we look at the models on underwear packaging or maybe when we go to the beach, and we see that stunning man who dared to wear a Speedo. Maybe the moment of realization came when you locked eyes with that special someone. My realization came when I was watching an old show called Lidsville which featured an 18-year-old Butch Patrick in the role of Mark. Was it his hair or his clothes? Whatever it was, I was fixated on him. I could do without the bizarre hat people though. Baba shook his head, Mama told my brother in worried voice, A livid Marc Ning Zhang is as rare as Halley’s Comet. His fury appears, Ning declared, Baba looked at Mama and he looked at me, Mama wailed, Ning flippant again, I said, I took Jaime’s hand, placed it on the table, and intertwined my fingers with his. My parents looked at our hands of contrasting complexion and my arm going around my boyfriend’s shoulder. They breathed deeply and looked into each other’s souls in silence. History repeats itself and they find themselves on the opposite side. They had been young people once before who had faced rejection. Our parents didn’t talk much about our grandparents and over the years, we discovered the reason. Our grandparents, both sets, were stalwart nationalists. Our parents disagreed with their position and regularly questioned government leaders. Baba’s parents also didn’t care for Mama’s. Despite every attempt to sabotage their relationship, their love stood strong. Finally, they had enough. Mama began exchanging letters with her uncle whose concerns grew so great, he had left family and country many years before. He was very supportive of their love and beliefs. He said that his home in America was open to them should they wish to immigrate. He would help them fashion a new life in a new homeland. Within a few weeks, they had announced to their parents that they couldn’t live like this. They left and never looked back. They never returned to the country of their birth. Our parents’ hurt feelings were so paramount, they never contacted our grandparents. In turn, our grandparents in turn never contacted our parents. If by some twist of fate and we encountered our grandparents, Ning and I and our grandparents would only see strangers. Our great uncle Jianyu and Chao-xing, our great aunt, were loving substitutes. Although they were not our grandparents, they never treated us any different from their own grandchildren. Baba looked at Mr. Munoz and asked him what his thoughts were about this, “What’s that called? Machismo. What is your opinion on this?” Jaime scooted in closer to me and looked at me with supportive affectionate eyes as Mr. Munoz looked at my fingers laced with his son’s. He looked at Baba in the eyes, “Yes. Machismo, but it’s not that simple anymore. When I was his age, a man who didn’t act masculine was to be treated with scorn and maybe roughed up a little if they came on to you. I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching since Jaime told me he was gay. Even before he told me, I had been asking myself if it was right to treat gays and similar individuals with contempt. I decided that while I might not fully understand them and their lifestyles, I could at least try to accept them for who they are and show compassion towards them regardless.” Jaime’s dad looks at my boyfriend and then at me and then his mother says to my parents, “Your son is a nice young man. All I want for my son is to be with someone he loves and who loves him. I want them to be happy and safe. That’s all I care about.” My parents looked at each other. They appeared to be conflicted. They whispered to each other privately and then Baba acknowledged, “We also want our son to be happy and safe.” Mama contemplated as she looked at her husband, “It would be wrong for us to deny them. We swore that we would be open-minded with our children.” She looked at us, “We will try.” She paused to formulate a thought into words, “Wei? Would you and Jaime, your boyfriend, be okay if we took a picture of you sitting on the couch together as a couple?” Jaime and I whispered to each other. We looked at our parents and told them that we were fine with having our picture taken. We headed to the den and sat down on the couch. Sitting on my left, he placed his arm around my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around his waist. There was no mistaking that we were a couple. Our heads leaned against each other while our parents and Marc took pictures. Some minutes later, it was time to call it a night. We thanked the Munoz family for having us over and they said that they also enjoyed having dinner together. Baba declared in a cautiously optimistic tone, “I suppose if our sons are a couple, we might be having more dinners together in the future. They do make a lovely couple.” Mama looked at him and clarified, “Handsome. They make a handsome couple. They are both men.” The door opened and we waved them goodbye as they walked down the walkway and across the lawn. Door closes and it’s time to clean up. Ning and I were in the kitchen washing the dishes leftover from dessert. My brain was still processing what I had done. I have no regrets about coming out nor do I regret coming out like that. My boyfriend and I had talked about the possibility that coming out would probably happen together. We decided that we would tell both of our parents at the same time together. The plan didn’t quite work out like that because his dad bought up the subject and Jaime decided that it was better to be honest than stay silent or lie only to later tell the truth. When I heard about tonight’s dinner, I knew today would be the day. My brother was all smiles, Our parents came in and said that they were going to get ready to go to bed. They hugged the both of us, but they gave me a tighter hug. Mom kissed us on the forehead and told us they would see us in the morning. We said that we would, and they headed upstairs. Maybe it was time for us to call it a day. It had been a long day for the both of us. I woke up early, had wink wink fun with Jaime, shown my brother around Houston, gone to the gym with Jaime and my brother, had more wink wink fun, tossed the football some, and then had dinner. In our room, we took our clothes off and headed to the bathroom. We clasped each other’s backs and looked at each other: two muscular Asian men wearing only briefs. Ning stood in front of the sink and looked at his reflection. My brother had shaving foam on and was using the razor to shave off the thin facial hair he had on. The most he would have would be the thin moustache, soul patch, and the thin hair on the chin. He liked what he had and lamented Blog İçerik Tabanlı Sosyal Ağı Sitesi that every time he was to come home, he was asked to shave. It’s just this time, he had come home with facial hair. My brother and I, like all the men in our family were devoid of chest hair. Most of the men lacked the ability to grow facial hair. Even those that could were only able to have thin facial hair. Ning fell into the thin facial hair camp while I landed in the no facial hair ever club. I turned my head while my motorized toothbrush gyrated inside my mouth. I grunted. He said, I spit out the toothpaste and rinsed out the sink, Ning plopped himself on his bed and said, My brother reclined on his side on his bed, head propped up with his hand. The tent he made in his underwear was glaringly noticeable. It was made more obvious by him placing his hand on his inner thigh meaningfully. Hey. With a dick that he regularly calls his dragon, how could one not notice that. I’ve gone this far so I tell him, He instinctively flexes his biceps and kisses them. His pecs even dance, He glides his fingers across them and looks at me, His mouth yawned greatly, I mimicked the yawn, I turn off my lamp and snuggle against my pillow wishing it was Jaime’s bare light brown chest. Soon. Someday soon, we’ll have a sleepover and sleep in the same bed. My eyes closes and I dreamed about sharing my bed with Jaime. ***** There was an endless train track in front of us and an endless train track behind us. Justin and I were not clothed as we normally were. We were in 1930s era garb. Specifically, clothing that identified us as migrant workers. We were on our way to a new job. We arrived at the Huangpu Farm. What had singled me out from everyone there was that I was not Chinese. I wasn’t even Asian. The owners bore an uncanny resemblance to Jiesheng and Suyin Zhang with Marc being cast as both their son and foreman. Mr. Zhang sat in office and only spoke in Mandarin to Justin. This was a farm owned and operated by Chinese. All the hands spoke that language so why speak anything else? My boyfriend was an easy hire. Physically robust with the right temperament. Then his eyes fell upon me. I also shared these qualities, but there was just one glaring problem with me. He looked at Justin and then at me, I looked at him, He deliberated some and decided that I knew enough. He hired me as well and he turned us over to Marc. Marc is hot, but he was even more ravishing in this dream. He wore a plain shirt and faded jeans. He led us to the barracks where he slept so he could keep an eye on the farmhands. The only ones who lived in the house were his parents and his wife who was played by Heather Barton. Since I had never seen a picture of her, my brain cast Pamela Anderson since she approximated how Marc had described her. Time passed. Work was hard but fulfilling. Most of the time, us men were shirtless as we worked in the fields. The other men were muscular, and they were only ten years older than us at most. We all had chests coated with honest sweat. At most, they were only ten years older than us. On Saturdays, most of the men headed into town to catch a movie or stayed behind to relax. The men were enamored by Heather and their eyes followed her wherever she went. After some encounters, it was clear to the other men why she didn’t equally enrapture our attention. They realized that our yearning eyes were only for other men and one day, they sought our services. One July evening, all the men stayed behind, and all were sworn to secrecy. It was late after Marc’s parents and wife had gone to bed. He stood by the door on lookout while Justin and I were on our knees. The others had taken their shirts off and they began feeling their crotches. Lustful Mandarin words were uttered as the zippers began to come down. They got close and closer to us as they continued to stroke themselves. Their erections tapped against our faces like sticks on the drum. We smiled in delight and our lips cherished the meat they accepted. One by one, they emptied themselves upon me and Justin. Our happy faces were coated with viscous Chinese cum, reserves from months of no action. The best was right around the corner as Marc leaves his post by the door and one of the other men takes over. He has kept an eye on the festivities and is keen on taking part, Our eyes are wide as we look up at this Asian Adonis. Our mouths are wide as we prepare for what awaits. The other men look mystified as Marc’s thick cock swells and its owner huffs as he gets closer and closer. Then it happens. He begins emptying his hefty nuts and makes sure that we get equal helpings of his semen. Gobble, gobble. ***** I awake. Wow! Was that a dream or what? I didn’t know my brain could cook up something like that. I climb out of bed and get my briefs so I could take a quick shower. My parents and I go have Thanksgiving with Dad’s parents. During Christmastime, we go to San Antonio to by with Mom’s parents. My parents are already busy downstairs in the kitchen. Two apple tarts are cooling, and a large aluminum container waits for cookies. Dad’s busy chopping vegetables so he can put the dressing together. After my shower, I dress and head down to help. Dad says, “I got most of these vegetables done. Cut up this onion and then the entire bell pepper.” He goes to help Mom with the cookies. I hate chopping onions and I wish I had a hazmat suit. Even if I was wearing one, I still think the onion’s power to reach me. I chop the onion into rings and then I divide the rings onto quarter circles. Every now and then, I flee to the half bath next to the stairs to rinse my face. Dad harrumphs, “It’s only an onion.” Sometimes I think he intentionally leaves the onion for me. I finish with that vegetable and then treat the red bell pepper in the same way. It’s friendlier than the onion and I finish with that. With all the ingredients compiled, we start assembling the dressing which will be baked once we get to our destination. My grandparents’ house is just one story but is spacious. Dad has two brothers and one sister. I am one of eight grandkids: five boys and three girls. Among them, I am the odd one. It has nothing to do with being gay. First, I am the only one without siblings. Second, I was born ten years after the third oldest grandchild and ten years would pass before the next one was born. There is a huge gap in ages among us. The oldest grandchild is Lucas who is 34 and the youngest is Alfredo who is two. The house was packed by the time we arrived. My older male cousins and I were similar in body shape. We all had the typical muscular forms of Munoz men. They had all been involved in one sport or another during their high school years. I regularly had spent my summers here, same as the rest of my cousins, while our parents worked. My younger cousins sat with their parents at a side table while the rest of us ate at the larger table. My grandpa Esteban at the head of the table as the patriarch and my grandma Paulina sat next to him. We exchanged stories to catch up on what had happened since the last time we were all together which was during July 4th. Usual stuff is talked about and then I’m blindsided by a question from my grandpa, “You’re 18 now Jaime. When are you going to bring a girlfriend for us to meet?” He’s old fashioned and he based his words on the fact that my older cousins already had girlfriends by the time they were my age. He had asked me for the past three years and considering recent events, it was time to bury the issue. I didn’t want to be accepted on a lie. Before, I would just dodge the question or say I hadn’t found anyone special. Not anymore. I swallowed the bit of turkey in my mouth, “If you are talking about a novia instead of an amiga, there’s not going to be one. I have a boyfriend. Sesli Kitap Dinle Not just a male friend, but a novio.” Silence descends on the table and my cousin Narcisco snickers. No one seems to be in a joking mood. My grandpa pauses before wistfully declaring, “That’s different.” His voice wavers, “What is this boy’s name?” I quietly answered, “Justin Zhang, but he goes by Wei at his home.” As our grandpa sits there and stares at me, Narcisco snickers again and whispers offensive words. If I could crawl inside my cousin’s brain, I would certainly find that he thought being gay was revolting. However, I would also find that he thought it was more disgusting that the person of my affections wasn’t even Hispanic. My grandpa stood up and admonished him, “It’s Thanksgiving. I will not have you speak like that. If he is attracted to other men, there’s nothing that we can do. You will apologize now.” Narcisco apologized but I couldn’t tell if he was sincere. He didn’t speak to me for the rest of the stay which was suitable. When I was younger, he tormented me like the time he pushed me into the swimming pool when I was seven. His older brothers acted more pleasant towards me. After everyone had eaten their fill, my grandma took me to the side to talk. She seemed the most accepting and wanted to see what he looked like. I took out my phone and showed her the photo taken last night of Justin and me. She looked at me, “A handsome young man for my handsome grandson. Pay no attention to what your cousin says. He’ll come around one day.” I wanted to believe, but Narcisco easily slips into his jerk persona. Define one day. It was late in the evening when we returned home. As soon as I finished washing the dishes, I headed up to my room. I called Justin to ask how his day went. He replied, “Different. I miss having Thanksgiving with my other relatives, but it was still special. My brother and I reviewed the photos we took, and we printed out the best one. I pinned it to my bulletin board. You?” I didn’t hold anything back and told him the good and the bad, including my odious cousin. My boyfriend was comforting, “Don’t let him get you down. At the end of the day, you matter. See you tomorrow morning?” Did I miss something? I looked at my messages and I found one from Justin that I had overlooked. He wanted to know if I was available to go with him to drop off his brother at the airport. He also asked if I was comfortable with driving them. “Sure. I look forward to it.” The next morning, Friday morning, the Zhang brothers showed up at my house. Marc had his suitcase with him. He got into the backseat while Justin sat next to me. They thanked me for driving them. Justin said that he would have driven, but he felt more confident with someone who was more familiar the way. I had no problem. Each brother had driven yesterday and now it was my time. They chatted in Mandarin, and I had reached a decision. “I want to learn Mandarin.” Justin looked at me, “I appreciate the thought, but you don’t need to learn for my sake just because we’re boyfriends.” I gathered what I had learned and hoped I didn’t offend them by butchering their native language, They were taken aback. Marc replied in English, “Was that your first time speaking Mandarin?” I nodded, “Yes. Well besides talking to myself. I wanted to make sure I sounded right because I didn’t want to piss you two off by getting the words or the sounds wrong.” Justin said, “No. You got it right and I’m not saying that because I have the hots for you. I’m on to helping you learn if you really want to.” I did want to learn. The brothers looked at each other and Justin said, “Your dad called me Justino when he allowed me to do yardwork. We should give you a Chinese name.” He and his brother looked mischievous as they whispered to each other. Marc dictated afterwards, “When we’re with you and we converse in Mandarin, we will refer to you by your Chinese name and you will answer to that.” I don’t know why, but I found the suggestion strangely titillating. Justin looked down and saw the movement in my jeans. He smiled and looked back as his brother, “Jaime loves the idea. Your middle name is Tomas, right?” I nodded and they continued their deliberation and then Marc declared, “You are Taoming.” I smiled and replied in Mandarin, About thirty minutes later, we got to the airport and parked. We escorted Marc to the security area. He hugged Justin, He then hugged me and spoke Mandarin to me even though I didn’t fully catch it all, Justin later clued me in as to what his older brother said. I heard the words too much fun and I imagined his body on top of mine, his torso against my back. He thrusts into me, “Take it Taoming. Take my Chinese cock up you Mexican ass.” We return to our neighborhood, and I park at my house. I go with Justin back to his place. “You did really your first time conversing in Mandarin with two native speakers. How did you do it. I know you said you talked to yourself, but wow.” I smirked, “Secret talent?” Alone, we might have had some of the type of fun Marc mentioned. However, we sat at the kitchen table, and we began the lessons as best as my boyfriend could provide considering that he had never taught a language course. Over the next several hours, I learned to count, my colors, and shapes. Kindergarten stuff, but I was glad to be here and learn. “Netflix has a good selection of Taiwanese BL dramas. I used to only be able to watch them when my parents weren’t around. I think it’ll help you learn.” We were clueless about how much time had passed until we heard the front door unlock and even then, we were focused on the lessons until Mr. Zhang came into the kitchen. He stood at the entryway and smiled as I uttered simple phrases in Mandarin. He looks at his son, There was still some nervousness, but a continued willingness to accept. Justin replied, I looked at Mr. Zhang and told him, It was clear that he approved of the lessons and even more pleased when he learned that I was given a Chinese name to facilitate the process. I looked at my watch, “I should call it a night before my parents worry.” Justin said, “I enjoyed the lessons.” His father said, “Eventually, there will be no further need to converse in English should you want to continue coming over for dinner.” The door was opened for me, and Mrs. Zhang was walking up the driveway. Justin stood in the doorway, I waved at him, The last words I heard was Justin’s mother asking what that was all about. Home again. Leftovers again. ***** The flight was uneventful, and I had arrived in Los Angeles after being away for a few days. I got on a campus shuttle that would take me the rest of the way. I no longer lived in the dorm. I now lived in a campus apartment, a perk of being a Senior. I enjoyed this living arrangement because it had a kitchen. I set my luggage down and kicked off my shoes and socks. I learned back in the chair and closed my eyes. Just a moment of relaxation before I fix something for dinner. I heard the door unlock and in comes Roman Lawrence. We decided that our final year at UCLA should be like our first and we chose to be roommates again. He looks at me with weary eyes, “How was your break, Marc?” I replied, “Awesome. I got to meet our new neighbors. They have a son named Jaime who’s my brother’s age. He’s thrilled that he’s in the same class. Plus, they are both gymnasts. Jaime told me and Justin that he wants to learn Mandarin which is great.” I got up and said, “Have you eaten yet?” Rome shook his head, “Not yet.” Something seemed off about my best friend and teammate, but I thought Rome was just tired. I headed to the kitchen to rustle up some Chicken Lo Mein. I knew that we’d have to go to the store this weekend to stock the fridge because we didn’t go last weekend since we knew that Thanksgiving would be this week. After Exxen I had finished cooking, we sat down at the table and began to eat. He seemed reluctant to share any details about how his break went. He only wanted to know more about mine. I told him, but I kept out the spicy stuff. Something seemed to be bothering him because although he ate, he lacked the zeal he usually had. It was another trait that we had in common. I washed the dishes as he silently sat on the couch while a cloud hung over him. I dried off my hands and sat next to him. Eyes of worry, “Rome. What’s wrong? We’ve been buds since we met each other and we’re teammates. You can tell me what’s on your mind.” He just held onto me and cried, “I screwed up bro. I screwed up. I was fucking Charlene and…” More glum. I asked, “Did you knock her up?” That was the only thing I could think of even though it was too soon to know if she was pregnant. He replied, “No. I was using protection. She was riding me while I had my hands on her tits and I was about to nut and then…” I said, “Go on.” He said, “I groaned a name, but it wasn’t hers. It was Theo’s. She panicked and threw me off. It was just enough friction to get me going. My cock throbbed as I filled that condom up. I tried to explain myself, but she said she didn’t want to see or speak to me ever again and she bolted.” I was silent while he hid his face in shame, “I’m bi bro. I’m bi bro.” Rome’s revelation caught me by surprise. All those times we were naked while we sat next to each other and whomped away, I had no idea that he was into guys as well as gals. I fell so dumb. I remembered he mentioned Theo being a classmate of his in high school. I looked at him, “I got no problem with you being into dudes.” It seemed that he wanted to forgo the gloom of what happened with Charlene and decided to talk about Theo to make him feel better. “It started by him coming over to study. Completely innocent, no reason other than hitting the books. Imagine my surprise when we looked at each other in that special way. Our faces were attracted to each other like magnets, and our lips met. We tossed the books over the side of the bed and started to make out, big time. Tongue, crotch grinding, the works. He was fully gay and as I said, I’m bi. We were both in the closet and we used each other for release. Our parents would leave us alone and we’d get busy. I love sucking cock and I want to take it up the ass someday. Doesn’t that disgust you?” I shook my head, “Rome, I find nothing disgusting about what you want. If you enjoy getting it on with another guy, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Rome said, “Thanks. I like thinking about our buddies when I jack. I’ve even thought about doing things with you too.” Maybe a little too much there because he recoiled in alarm. I just looked at him mystified, “You did?” My roommate seemed to want to take back what he said but he was emboldened by the tone of my voice. We had seen each other naked, regularly watched porn, and had no qualms about jacking off together. We were just two bros sitting side by side eager to get our rocks off. Rome said, “Sure Marc, you’re hot stuff. Don’t you know that? I can’t tell how many times you made me nut.” Anyone else might have been appalled. Me? His words struck a chord within me. I felt my arms and ran my hands over my chest, “Soup isn’t the only thing that can be hot and Chinese.” Rome looked at the movement in my jeans and I looked over at him. His own monster was stirring. I knew what I was doing. I was breaking the rules I had set for myself with Wyatt. Accept gay guys and be an ally. We can do fun naughty things, but my participation is passive. Be sucked but do not suck, be groped but do not grope. Never kiss. Here we were though. Our two faced loomed closer and closer. One arm cradles my neck, and the other is placed on my thigh as his lips land on mine. I close my eyes and surrender to his touch, and he gave into mine. I placed my hand on his prominent bulge which throbbed. I slip my hand under his shirt to feel his abs while my other caresses his back. Rome pulls me on top of him and his tongue invades my mouth. I accept his challenge and answer with my own tongue. I still identified as straight, but I would willingly put that to the side for my best friend and teammate. The sense of intimate connection between us was that strong. My crotch grinds into him as his hands reach for that which he fondly calls brotha’s booty. I whisper as I kiss his neck, “You must really love my ass.” He looks up at me with glad eyes, “I do. It’s so nice and round and meaty. Can’t wait to clutch onto its bare skin. Marc, you are a great guy. I’ve never taken it up the ass. I want you to fuck me so much.” He plea had a certain appeal. I am known around campus as a stud and many people assume that I’ve lost my virginity long ago. No. I have not. Sure, me and my former girlfriend Heather did lots of heavy touching, but never sex. Once we broke up, my dating life had been on the decline and even more so once it was known that I’d be moving. I felt the pull of my hormones and I yearned for release. “Let’s go for it.” Rome starts to take his clothes off and heads to the bedroom. My eyes glanced downward at his splendid bare Black ass. My dick tells that it wants to have fun with that. I pull my shirt off and toss it behind me and then I unzip myself and climb out of my jeans. I go get lube and condoms. It’s Rome’s, but it works for me all the same since our cocks are the same size, just different skin tones and one is uncut while the other is not. Heh, maybe I should have seen this side of Rome before. I remember the first time he saw me naked. His eyes grew wide when he saw my dick. I had a feeling he wanted to say something, and my inkling was confirmed when we returned to our room. As soon as we walked in the door and locked it behind us, “How’d a Chinese guy get a whopper like that?” True story. I wasn’t offended. I was proud of what I had, “Got lucky?” I truly don’t know how. There were only two male family members to compare myself to. Dad’s nowhere near mine. I’d probably say no more than six inches at most. It would be obscene if I had a tape measure and wanted to measure him. Wei, on the other hand, I have measured. Still comes up shorter than me but larger than our dad and clearly exceeds expectations of what some think Asian guys have. Here is Rome on his bed on all fours. I take the lube and coat his hole. I stick my fingers inside to loosen him up. Grimaces of pleasure. Seems ready enough. My cock was rock hard, and I took the condom out of its wrapper. I gripped myself and placed it on the glans. It is unfurled and ready to go. I took more lube and applied it to my boner. I was at his fleshy gates, “Ready?” He looked at me with euphoria, “I am ready for the power of China.” That’s a go then. I prod and prod and I enter. I push more and more of my meat in. Rome’s feet are in the air as I go onward. Totally inside now and I start going away at him like the horny fratboy that people thought I was, His moans are lustful, “I have no idea what you’re saying, but I was more. Faster. Harder. More Mandarin.” I change positions. He is now on his back. I lean forward, muscular chest meets muscular chest. Juicy lips against juicy lips. I do as he wishes and plow him as if my very existence is on the line. His hands are on my buns and make circular motions. I give him my all and I speak no English, Rome’s hole contracts around me and my dick throbs as I fill the condom. His bounces and releases jock juice over his muscular dark brown chest. I had no that it would be like this. It is a state of transcendental bliss when I am one with my dick and balls. I look at my best friend and teammate full of contentment. I gasp in wonder, “That was amazing.” As he takes his blanket to covers our naked bodies and we close our eyes, “Thank you.” ===== I would appreciate any comments you may have, but please keep insults or flames to a minimum. I’ll try to respond to everyone, but no promises. Please mention the title of the story so I know what you are referring to. You can email me at: hoo.

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