The Black Kid Across The Street: Chapter 1
Chapter I
My name is Henry and I recently married the love of my life Jonas. We have been dating for nearly 8 years and we met through university. Our relationship is your pretty classical white suburban gay fairytale. I was 20 years old, blond with blue eyes, a skinny frame but somewhat endowed with more than enough ass to rip easily size 36 jeans. As I never got the chance to come out to my family, I was shy and very naive. From my 5ft6, Jonas towered easily over me with his 6ft2. I saw a fit white guy with dark hair and a medium build asking me to date him. I felt so lucky at the time that I thought I would never be able to do better in my life. Fast forward to today, Jonas works as a project manager in a law firm and I run a little jam business from home.
If I write this today it is because I just ruined our 8 years relationship. I am still shaking at what I just did and I have yet to realise what this means.
I was not excited about moving to Louisiana at first. It was Jonas 3rd promotion this year and as a supportive houseband, I felt it was my duty to follow my man. As you can guess from now on I am pretty submissive. Jonas holds down our house with a strict hand and I am always happy to obey. He has the credit card, the house lease and the dominant career. Making jam is cute but it does not easily pay the mortgage.
The moving van suddenly pulled in front of our house and I could not help gasping. Our beautiful villa was right there in front of us. Decent sized, with a lawn and a lovely family atmosphere. I thought to myself “We can do this, we can have a life here. Kids, more jam and maybe even organic juices! I can make Jonas happy here”. I abruptly came out of my dream to notice a peculiar family living just opposite our house. A middle-aged white brunette woman was watering her flowers while a man was checking the mail. She waved at us in a friendly manner and Jonas started walking to greet our new neighbours.
They introduced themselves as the Williams. Margaret was an upbeat young music teacher. She looked quite petite and had a constant smile on her face. She was so happy to meet us that she instantly offered us tea. Her husband Daniel was more reserved and oddly quiet. The real surprise came to be their colossal Nigerian adopted son.
Jonas tried to shake his hand to induce himself but the kid left him hanging without a second look. He ignored my Jonas and went talking to me directly. I learned that his name was Kwame and he played for the local basketball team. The kid could not be more than 16 but he was already a lean mountain of muscle at 6ft8. He had middle length deadlock sand a chiselled strong face. His Nubian nose protruded out of his face and gave him a royal look. Kwame had piercing eyes that somehow made me feel uncomfortable. You could tell by the way his low voice dropped that his confidence was overflowing. Kwame was openly undressing me with his eyes in front of my boyfriend and made no apologies about it. Multiple times he would rearrange his dick in his shorts while eying me up and down.
Kwame’s parents seemed to not notice but Jonas immediately went into protective mode. I could tell that he was furious of the kid complete insolence. I felt shocked as never a man had been so forward to me let alone a raging hormonal teenager. While Kwame's dad was talking to Jonas, he kept looking at Kwame nervously. The moving guys suddenly called us to sign some more papers and I could see some relief on Jonas’s face.
As we started walking back to our house I glanced one last time at Kwame and I flashed red as an Italian tomato. While Jonas was too busy talking with the moving guys, Kwame had completely lowered his jersey shorts in broad daylight. I could not believe my own eyes. The kid was in publicly wanking the most obscene nigger cock I’ve ever seen in my life. I watched interracial porn from time to time but I always grew frightened at the size of those monstrous nigger cocks. I still considered myself a southern belle. Kwame cock was so long that it reached easily past his knees. The expression “as thick as a coke can” came to mind but it would do no justice to boy’s monstrous nigger dick. The young bull cock was so thick, that I did not know whether to feed it peanuts or be afraid of it. The long tube of flesh was veiny with a vengeance and continuously twitched like an angry cobra. I tried to look away but I instantly firmly closed my legs. At that moment I had soiled myself without using my hands at all for the first time of my life. Kwame chuckled as he knew he had openly made me squirt like a vulgar whore in the middle of the street.
Margaret who had seen it all simply winked at me while watering her flowers. Daniel proudly laughed while tapping on Kwame’s shoulder. I had never seen a dad more proud of his son.
If I write this today it is because I just ruined our 8 years relationship. I am still shaking at what I just did and I have yet to realise what this means.
I was not excited about moving to Louisiana at first. It was Jonas 3rd promotion this year and as a supportive houseband, I felt it was my duty to follow my man. As you can guess from now on I am pretty submissive. Jonas holds down our house with a strict hand and I am always happy to obey. He has the credit card, the house lease and the dominant career. Making jam is cute but it does not easily pay the mortgage.
The moving van suddenly pulled in front of our house and I could not help gasping. Our beautiful villa was right there in front of us. Decent sized, with a lawn and a lovely family atmosphere. I thought to myself “We can do this, we can have a life here. Kids, more jam and maybe even organic juices! I can make Jonas happy here”. I abruptly came out of my dream to notice a peculiar family living just opposite our house. A middle-aged white brunette woman was watering her flowers while a man was checking the mail. She waved at us in a friendly manner and Jonas started walking to greet our new neighbours.
They introduced themselves as the Williams. Margaret was an upbeat young music teacher. She looked quite petite and had a constant smile on her face. She was so happy to meet us that she instantly offered us tea. Her husband Daniel was more reserved and oddly quiet. The real surprise came to be their colossal Nigerian adopted son.
Jonas tried to shake his hand to induce himself but the kid left him hanging without a second look. He ignored my Jonas and went talking to me directly. I learned that his name was Kwame and he played for the local basketball team. The kid could not be more than 16 but he was already a lean mountain of muscle at 6ft8. He had middle length deadlock sand a chiselled strong face. His Nubian nose protruded out of his face and gave him a royal look. Kwame had piercing eyes that somehow made me feel uncomfortable. You could tell by the way his low voice dropped that his confidence was overflowing. Kwame was openly undressing me with his eyes in front of my boyfriend and made no apologies about it. Multiple times he would rearrange his dick in his shorts while eying me up and down.
Kwame’s parents seemed to not notice but Jonas immediately went into protective mode. I could tell that he was furious of the kid complete insolence. I felt shocked as never a man had been so forward to me let alone a raging hormonal teenager. While Kwame's dad was talking to Jonas, he kept looking at Kwame nervously. The moving guys suddenly called us to sign some more papers and I could see some relief on Jonas’s face.
As we started walking back to our house I glanced one last time at Kwame and I flashed red as an Italian tomato. While Jonas was too busy talking with the moving guys, Kwame had completely lowered his jersey shorts in broad daylight. I could not believe my own eyes. The kid was in publicly wanking the most obscene nigger cock I’ve ever seen in my life. I watched interracial porn from time to time but I always grew frightened at the size of those monstrous nigger cocks. I still considered myself a southern belle. Kwame cock was so long that it reached easily past his knees. The expression “as thick as a coke can” came to mind but it would do no justice to boy’s monstrous nigger dick. The young bull cock was so thick, that I did not know whether to feed it peanuts or be afraid of it. The long tube of flesh was veiny with a vengeance and continuously twitched like an angry cobra. I tried to look away but I instantly firmly closed my legs. At that moment I had soiled myself without using my hands at all for the first time of my life. Kwame chuckled as he knew he had openly made me squirt like a vulgar whore in the middle of the street.
Margaret who had seen it all simply winked at me while watering her flowers. Daniel proudly laughed while tapping on Kwame’s shoulder. I had never seen a dad more proud of his son.
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