I've got this really great, hot-looking buddy. We were separated nine years ago when we were kids, though. He remained back on the east coast in Brooklyn; I moved out here to Los Angeles with my parents. I grew up in an upscale Los Angeles suburb and stayed out of trouble. He, on the other hand, somehow found himself involved knee-deep in the middle of thugs and gangstas back in the Bedford-Stuyvesant jungles of Brooklyn. He's two years younger than me.

During those nine years apart we only spoke occasionally on the phone; but wrote each other frequently. We told each other just about everything. But now as young adults I notice that some of those subtle little differences between us have broadened. Not in a bad way, but in a rather puzzling and confusing way. And for the past few weeks, I've been going nuts. Maybe if I offered you some insight into the situation, you might be able to better empathize.

I'm five-foot, nine-inches; dark-haired with a trim, tight build, even though I'm getting just a little soft from spending too much time shuffling papers. I spent time interning at Twentieth Century studios while I took some courses at USC. When I got my degree last year, I secured a job at one of the major Hollywood production companies as a very junior bean counter. I'm 22 now.

My buddy, Shane, is five-foot, eleven-inches now, with blonde hair that's the color and consistency of cornsilk. He has cobalt blue eyes -- and is unbelievably charismatic. Yet, even though he's very outgoing, deep inside, he's extremely insecure. His muscular, well-proportioned body has its fair share of little scars from innumerable scuffles and street combats in which he found himself back in the concrete battlegrounds of Brooklyn.

But with all that machismo, when he's relaxed and not trying to impress the world at large, he's really cute as hell -- sort of a younger, rougher Justin Timberlake. But whoever he looks like, he sure as hell is my type. I've got most of the Bel Ami vids, and man I do love, love, love me some twinks.

Yup, I can easily express my gayness with most folks now. But, for years I struggled miserably in the dark with my sexuality. All throughout adolescence I felt completely wrong. And also felt it to be wrong and "sinful" to have sexual yearnings for my school buddies; or for guys in general. It was hell. But as time went forward I began educating myself. I began to carefully distance myself, emotionally and intellectually, from all that oppressive, shortsighted, Right-Wing Christian thought-control that had influenced me all my life. And, finally, at USC I learned how to pull it all together. Seemed overnight I cured myself of all that negative conservative Republican brainwashing. I was thrown in close proximity with other truth-seeking teenagers. They were super cool, down-to-earth, naturally-masculine dudes, who liked having sex with other super cool, down-to-earth, naturally-masculine guys.

Instantly I became considerably more comfortable with all my sexual yearnings for guys. In fact, I became a hell of lot more comfortable with myself, period.

Okay, back to my good buddy, Shane --- it was over a year ago when he called me from jail in New Jersey, needing bail money. It turned out he was involved with some thug friends of his who'd started a car-theft ring. And apparently one of those thugs felt he was being short-changed, and dropped a dime on everybody involved. Ouch. I sent him the money; which he promised to pay back.

When his case came up in court, Shane pretty much squeezed out of it, since he was still only seventeen, and had no prior convictions. He only got some Juvie-time and a bit of probation.

Anyway, four weeks ago, with his probation over and having just turned twenty, he flew out here to live with me.

I had the extra bedroom in my Studio City condo, that my parents had given me on my 21st birthday, so there's plenty of room. I found him a decent job. Last week when I finally dumped my old Lexis that I'd used during college, for a new car, I passed that along to him. So he now has his own wheels, too.

Also, in no time at all, he's attracted a huge bevy of pretty little females who are captivated by his intensely magnetic personality. Yep, even at eleven years old back in Brooklyn he had girls of all ages lusting for the attention of that mesmerizing smile and sparkling personality of his. At that time we were both the same height. But now he's outgrown me by a few inches in height and in girth. He's the epitome of the consummate Twink. But I guess to his pretty female fans he's considered a "babe" or a "hunk". Yawn!

He loves being an out-and-about club-hopper and immediately figured out where all the great hot spots were. He even likes West Hollywood - "One thing I learned a long time ago," he told me, "is faggots always know how to party."

But I always beg off going over to West Hollywood with him. He seems to think that it's because I have a problem with gay guys -- but it's just that I don't want to risk running into someone I know while I'm out with him. I guess I'm not quite ready to share that information about myself with him just yet. And therein lay my very puzzling, rather confusing problem.

Daily, I discovered that my thirsting sexual desire for him had become a problem for me. He seemed to enjoy lying around on his bed with the door wide open, listening to CDs on an old Discman with the headphones covering his ears, wearing nothing but his boxers; sometimes, in nothing but a T-shirt. I looked at his hard, trim, muscular body, his luscious peaches and cream skin, his steel-like biceps and pecs (and yeah, his bitchin' 6-pack), his shapely, faintly-haired legs, and instantly, I'd find myself with a roaring, rock-hard, ready-to-blast, boner. Sometimes I have to race into the shower or jump on my bed, to release the tension of my rigid, painful cock. Sometimes I've barely made it to my room, closed the door and have blasted off my load while standing right there, fully clothed. The fantasy in my head would be that I'm looking deeply into those sparkling blue eyes while that cocky, mischievous grin plays about his lips, as I'm fucking the livin' daylights out of his hot, tight, little bubble-butt.

Damn! I couldn't help myself. The fantasies had grown more and more challenging with each passing day. But I sure as hell wasn't going to hit on him. And I really didn't want to compromise our long friendship. But, it had been getting harder and harder, both literally and figuratively, for me with each passing day.

Finally, this morning everything came to a head, pardon the expression, and he confronted me. He literally dared me to face the situation.

"Look," he began. "I know you don't want me to think that my best friend in the world is gay. But, hey, man, it don't matter to me! Honest....It really don't matter, man!"

"What," I said, almost choking, "you..you think I'm gay?"

"Ah..er..well." he said, as a puzzled look possessed his face. Pausing, he took a deep breath, then continued, "Hey, I......I....I've been with a guy before. So I really can't judge you.....if you are gay. Remember that picture of me and those dudes I was messed up with"

Instantly I recalled the photographs he'd sent. But both those big, black 20-something thugs looked like real died-in-the-wool wet-pussy-chasers.

"DeWayne," continued Shane. ".. the black dude with the gray eyes, would say that one of his fantasies was to fuck a cute, blonde-haired, blue-eyed virgin white guy.

"Yeah, I remember that," I said, "You told me that one of your partner's-in-crime was jonesing for your white-boy ass. I thought you were just joking. Did you ever let him?"

Shane suddenly looked away, out the window, and focused his attention on the neighbors down on the street.

"Okay, that's cool," I said, "you don't have to tell me about it?"

I began to imagine what it must have been like for him. But in the midst of my imagining, I heard him take a deep breath. And then without any further prying on my part, he began to fill me in with all the juicy details:

"We were so damn high," he began, "that it wasn't funny! We were all staying in a high-rise apartment over in Newark. And day-in and day-out we were sucking up coke like it was soon gonna disappear off the face of the earth. It was some crazy-azz shit. And this one day we were so high, that I felt I coulda jumped out a window I woulda flew. Really! That's how good this shit was. And DeWayne says, 'man, me so horny! Me so hawwwwwww-neeee!' He was always saying that! Then he blows my mind and says, 'goddam, I always wanted to fuck me a blonde, blue-eyed, pretty-face teenage white boy. And here you are. But you is straight, right? And I guess I can't fuck you..can I?'.

"So I start to wonder what it'd be like to have this big, brawny, perfect-built, sweaty niggah giving it to me. And I begin to get all hot 'n sweaty, and feel my asshole startin' to pucker, as he puts his burning hot hand on my thigh. It was like he was sensin' my curiosity.

"I felt myself giving him this total 'fuck-me' look. Every part of my body was feeling so damn good that I wanted to experience everything possible at that moment. And I wanted him. I wanted that scent he was putting out, on me, around me, and way up inside me. Bad! I found myself daring to lean over and kiss him on the mouth. Don't know why. I just had this hot desire to do it. His lips were so full and moist and seemed to be sucking me to him. In a flash, he slides his thick tongue between my lips, and, man, and we start making out.

"His hands are all over me, rubbing me, rubbing my nipples, rubbing my cock through my pants, opening my shirt. He begins opening my pants. I am totally getting-off on this. He's reaching down inside my underwear and he's holding, fondling, squeezing my stiff poker in his big rough hand. I was so fucking hard and dizzy with sex I wanted to scream like I was at a fuckin' Celtics game. I start holding his head against my chest while he's licking and sucking all over my stiff, hard nipples while at the same time he's running his other huge rough hand all across my abs. I swear, I thought I was going nuts! Ain't nothing ever felt that good before! His breath was so fucking hot and exciting, it had me squirming and twisting there on the bed like a fuckin' snake! It was off the hook! REALLY! I was over the fucking moon! Nothing had me that horny before in my fucked-up life. He was making me feel like I was the king of the world; especially when he started pumping on my stiff cock"

As is listened to Shane, I realized that my own cock was rock-hard and swiftly tenting the front of my pants. Quickly I rearranged myself so he wouldn't see.

"Then he pulls of my pants and my shorts," continued Shane, "and he lays me down on my back. He bends my legs up to my chest and he starts licking my ass hole. Oh, Snap!! My asshole, man! Dude, he was literally tonguing my asshole! I thought I was gonna lose my flippin' mind. Dig it; a big macho black man is washing the dirtiest past of my body with his tongue. Gotdam! At first I was kinda acting lame, cause it kinda tickled, and I was all squirming and laughing trying to get him off me. Then something somewhere in my brain flashed bright and clicked on, and I started getting into it. I guess I was kinda ashamed at first. Then, I felt 'why not' and really got into it! His smooth, shiny, shaved head is sliding back and forth against the hair on my inner thighs as he eatin' out my bung hole and it felt sooooooooo fuckin' good! His long, thick, wet tongue and my tender asshole was burning hot as hell. My whole body was in a flaming blaze of total joy!

"He's was trying hard as hell to get his stabbing tongue way deep inside me. His hot, thick, juicy-wet lips were completely covering the whole bottom of my ass, while his hungry, fucking tongue pushed and dug away at my very happy hole. I imagined his front gold teeth pressing tensely against the hairs in the crack of my ass while he was digging deep with his mining tongue. Man, I was as crazy as a mutha fuckin' cockroach. I hear myself moaning and grunting and groaning, uncontrollably throwing my head back and forth, as I felt my rigid dick leaking pools of pre-cum all over my stomach.

"I'm rubbing my hands all over his shiny head like its some kinda mutha fuckin' magic crystal ball or something, while I push him deeper and deeper into me. All the while watching his big, black, bare shoulder muscles working back and forth like a symphony of ebony flesh, while he's tongue-fucking me like a pimp master champ.

"Then he starts licking, nibbling and biting on my asscheeks; sucking on them, licking them, kissing on them before he goes back to workin' on my waiting hole. His body was shaking and trembling like an animal in heat --and he was grunting and breathing heavy like a crazed man-beast. My fear only heighten my sexual excitement.

"Easing up from between my legs, his eyes glazed, and with sweat pouring like a river from his head, he roughly pulls off my sweaty socks and begins stroking the bottoms of my feet. Then he moves on to my legs as he returns to deep-tonguing my hole. Turning me on and on and on as he crammed his tongue deeper and deeper inside my hole, eating me out like a real mutha fuckin pro. By now, I just simply want to blast my spooge all over the place. I can't stand the tension any more.

"Right about then, he pulls offa me and just looks down at me. BAM! I knew instantly what he wanted. In a flash, his Hilfiger jeans were down around his ankles and he was holding this huge, stiff nigga dick that was dripping a river of juice all over. I feel those string-drippings of pre-cum falling slowly down onto my naked white leg. It's so hot and sticky that it feels like it's burnin' me. His dick was massive, maybe ten or eleven inches long, six inches fat, and uncut. I'm laying there watching this huge, rigid, black anaconda twitch and jerk right there in front of my eyes. At first sight I was scared shitless; never knew cocks came that big except on porn stars. But the sight of it soon began to grow a little on me. He's holding it in his hand, almost like he's performing some shit-ass ritual with it. The thing filled his huge hands, and he's looking dead-on at me. His eyes were glazed bright with a burning need. Then, he offered me a playful, crooked, devilish smirk that instantly caused me to tingle with new life all over my body. And I know that even if I say no to him, at this point, he's still gonna take my ass anyway.

"I leaned back, with my head on the pillow, and hook a foot over his shoulder. He spreads my cheeks with his big hands, not too gentle, not too rough. He rubs and massages his massive cockhead along my crack. Since my hole is already drenched with pools of saliva, and his juice is so fuckin' slick, wet and sticky, I'm already lubed-up. But he still reaches for a jar of Vaseline on his dresser that is usually used for jerkin off, I suppose. He scoops some out and starts fingering me with two fingers. Damn that felt good!

"I wanted him to wear a raincoat, but no way. That huge head is peeking out from its foreskin. It's kinda purple or pink; but not black like the rest of his cock. He starts working that big head inside me. It fuckin HURTS! I mean, I've been thru a lot of shit. I've been in a helluva lot of fights. I know what pain is. That was no big deal for me anymore. But that big cock -- trying to slip inside my tightly little hole was a hurtin' far worse than any ten ass-whuppings all together. I yelled out like a mutha fucka girl. I tried pushing him off, but he just puts one of those big hands down on my chest and holds me there. DeWayne is like six-two, six-three, two-hundred pounds of pure rock-hard muscle - like, twice my size. So I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere. Meanwhile he's mashing that fat, greasy cockhead round and round in my asshole, kinda pushing in the rest of it -- trying to grind of it into me. It goes in a little more, but I was so tight. Even after that awesome rim-job and wet tongue-fuckin he gave me, and all that pre-cum leaking all over my hole, that monster cock still couldn't go in. Finally he just gets tired playing around with me, and just up and slams it right down deep inside me.

"I really fuckin' SCREAMED this time, man! I mean, screamed and yelled like a fuckin' pussy. I had huge crocodile tears rollin' down my face, it hurt all that bad. But he ain't even thinking about stopping! His cockhead is so huge; it feels like a red hot cannonball sizzlin' up my ass. And he just keeps right on shoving the rest of it deep inside me. This dick, man, you have no idea how huge this damn thing was. All hard and swelling up and just pushing and pushing its way further and further up inside me. He just keeps right on slammin' it in me, inch by inch. My ass is burning. I'm sure he's tearing me apart inside. Finally my tight virginal hole was locked around that big black snake. I reached down to try to prevent him going in any farther, to keep my asshole from getting totally torn up. But crazy DeWayne is getting off on how tight I am! He starts screaming and hollering, telling me how great I feel on his cock, as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back and just moans and moans as he goes deeper and deeper.

"Finally the inching-in stops and I feel his huge balls snuggling up close against my ass cheeks and I know he's all the way in. Now, even my guts are aching. It's like his big black dick has rearranged everything inside me, and it's not a good thing either. My ass hurt so bad, and not only that, it is locked tightly around all that big stiff black nigga meat. I'm just laying there waiting for him to start pounding me again.

"Then he leans down, still up inside me, and gently kisses me on the mouth. It was like he wanted me to know he wasn't really trying to hurt me; that he was just having fun -- and that he hoped I was enjoying it too. Then says, 'you're a really great piece of ass, Shane, baby'

"Then he straightens out again and starts kinda wiggling his hips a little, with his whole dick still inside me. And that didn't hurt so bad. I realize in the back of my brain what he's trying to do - he's trying to loosen me up. And he really does. After a while I relaxed myself and it felt a lot better. My tight asshole is still biting down on him, but I'm now controlling it. And all of a sudden I realize how good ten or eleven inches of a fat, stiff blacksnake can feel deep inside a White teenage boy's virginal ass. I'm concentrating totally on all those wild, tantalizing sensations scattering throughout my asshole as that big black dick begins to fuck me almost senseless again.

"My whole fuckin' body's feeling it. I wanna shout out to the whole lousy world just how great this crazy-azz niggah is making me feel! That totally whacked feeling that just kept shooting throughout my fuckin' body every fuckin' time he drives that big cock home. It's like my whole body is priming for an orgasm. Man, it was better than anything I ever felt when I was banging a chick. I'm not even jacking myself off or nothing, and yet I'm about shoot. My dick is just leaking pre-cum like crazy all over my chest....and I can feel this heavy load inside my balls just begging to be released. My eyes began rolling back up inside my head. I was so totally out of it. I was just happy as a mofo riding out this fantastic cock-storm, getting my brains fucked out. I mean, I was like, 'who needs brains in your head, anyway' when ya got a cock like that up in your ass? I tell ya, dude, he was really hammering away at my ass! And I'm like really lovin' it, and not wanting it to ever, ever stop. That's how spazed out I was!

"Then, all of a sudden, I feel it from out of nowhere and I can't help it. I scream out like a crazed bitch when I felt my hole just bite down HARD around DeWayne's cock. And that son-a-bitch knows what's coming and speeds up the pounding he's giving me. I'm screamin' and hollerin' 'Oh God, Oh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD' and I start cumming my brains out.

"I slam my first load across my chest, over one nipple. The second one hits me in the mouth, over my chin. The next one hits the headboard behind me. I shoot over and over and over again while DeWayne fucking the hell outta me. It was fucking awesome.

"Finally, I'm spent and I just lie there totally limp, covered in a river of my own spooge. I'm just out of it....kinda watchin' this one rope of my own cum that I'd shot up on DeWayne's chest slowly run down his chest. It then dribbles back on me while he's still fucking away. He's still pounding my ass hard. It feels kinda different now; I feel looser, and he feels it too.

"Come on, bitch he says, tighten up again for me. He starts slapping my asscheeks until they sting and burn - which was really kinda nice, actually. After a couple of minutes of slapping, my hole starts clenching and grabbing onto to his big rampaging pole again. And, man, did I ever begin to feel it again! It was like a raging wildfire running throughout every muscle and tendon in my body. I stop gripping onto the bed and started hanging onto DeWayne's black ass for leverage. DIAAM that was HOT! His ass is so hard and smooth and round! That ass was BITCHIN'!

"I felt him tremble and shake under the touch of my hands. I knew he liked it. I could feel it. I reached around and slipped one finger between his super sweaty ass cheeks. Oh man...those cheeks were totally drippin' with steaming hot perspiration. He closed his eyes like he was just waiting for me to finger his hole. So, I did. I pushed one eager finger up inside his wet fiery furnace of a hole. He clenched his eyes shut and let out a loud breath of air. His ass is like biting down on my finger the same way my hole is biting down on his slamming black pole. I start finger-fucking him. He fuckin loves it! Believe it or not, he starts pounding away at my ass even harder. My head's banging into the headboard now. His breathing is loud and heavy, and he began making whimpering sounds. I know he's almost there.

"He starts yelling 'I'm gonna cum! I can feel it. I'm gonna cum...!'. I tell him 'not in my ass man; it ain't safe'

" 'Fine, bitch' he grumbles and pulls it outta me. I feel this wet pop and all of a sudden I'm hurtin' again.. I mean, real bad. He sits on my chest, right there in all my cum, and sticks his big-ass nigga dick in my face and starts jerkin' on it. I try to move my head, but he grabs me by the hair with his other huge hand and holds me there. So all I could do was stare at this humongous uncut black dick that in my face that's about to shoot a load. Throwing his head in the air and arching his back, he screams out. First I see a pearl of cum in the eye of his piss-slit and in a wink a massive load of thick white spooge splatters me right in my eye. With him holding me by the hair, he shoots again and again and again all over my face. Huge, I mean, HUGE, hot, salty loads of Black Thug sperm splattered on my lips, across my nose, and UP my nose. Really, up my nose! At one point I'm like breathing in his cum. It splattered across my forehead, in my hair, everywhere, until my face is covered with a layer of thick, hot, niggah-cum.

"When he's finally done, he shakes his cock like he's tryin' to shake the very last drops of his manly juice onto me. And I'll tell ya; I gotta confess, that I found myself sticking out my tongue to lick those last few drops off the tip of that big fat beautiful cockhead. Then I began to hungrily suck that huge slick purple head clean.

"I didn't even realize it at the time, but I had shot again while he was cumming all over my face. I shot up all over the back of his ass where he was sitting on me.

"He finally eased up off me, and collapsed next to me. We were both really spent out. He then picked me up and carried me - carried me off to the shower to clean me up. And that was my one experience with another man", said Shane staring at me.

I just sat there, completely hypnotized by Shane's incredible personality, and too powerfully aroused by the content of his story. The only thing that came out of my mouth was, "Ah, Okay". I mean, what else could I say?

Shane searched my face with serious blue eyes and said, "But, you're not gay, right?"

"I, I....." I stammered, not being quite sure what to say. My dick was stiff as a poker in my pants, and just about to explode. But if a great big "yes I am" wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, I didn't want to lose our close friendship. After nine long years of us being apart, I was happy as a hooker on holiday to have him back in my life.

Without a word or the slightest warning, Shane slid his nail-bitten hand across my thigh until it reached the tented crotch of my pants. "If ya ain't Gay, dude, why is your cock so stiff and leaky? Did my story turn you on?" With that question, came a great big generous grin spreading across that handsome, sex-obsessed face as he began to lustily rub the pre-cum soaked material of my pants, and the rock-hard penis underneath it. Obviously I hadn't hidden my raging, leaking penis well enough. Or did something deep inside me really want him to see it?

More to Come....