Rain on Me MxM (Staten Krown)

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Where was this place? I found myself lost in this new urban kingdom. I hadonce been the most popular boy in my last school, but now I was just anothernew boy. No, this was even different than the normal new boy. I was the newboy who was looked at, hated and envied. The enviousness had never come newto me. It was something that had existed throughout my childhood. My name is Damien. I am 15 years old and mulatto. My mother is a German andmy father is African American. My mother died when I was much younger and Ifound myself living in endless places depending on whom my father was withat the time. This place was different than the other places I had beenbecause this woman was different than the other woman my father had beenwith. Her name was Dina. She was by far the most attractive woman my fatherhad ever been with. She hated me though. Her attractiveness was only skindeep. Her heart was black as coal. I didn't bother even talking to her mostof the time. My father seemed to be stuck in love with her and I had nochoice but to submit to her. I once thought I was unable to love. I was never attracted to girls orboys. No one ever really appealed to me, but the stars in the movies. Iloved all of the stars and dreamt about the stars. I found myself falling inlove with people I didn't know on a screen that seemed so far. I wanted tobe like them. I wanted to be a celebrity and fall in love like thosesweethearts in the movies. I was truly just attracted to myself in reallife. Normal people never seemed to attract me. I wasn't the most beautifulperson ever. I was dark for a mulatto and looked like I just a black boywith light skin. My hair was cut very short and it was wavy with grease. Iwas 5'9 and 140 pounds.
My lips were my biggest features because they wereso big! They seemed almost twice the size of every else. At times they couldbe a curse...but other times they were a great gift. I would lick my lipsand for that moment, everyone envied my lips. The most attractive thingabout me was my style. I dressed like a star would. I didn't know when itcame about. It had almost been a year since I started wearing the bestclothes. I found a way to become better than everyone around me was. Theclothing drew me more attention than anyone did. The way I carried theclothing was even more, anyone could own fine clothing, but no one couldreally own these clothes. I was a poetic person and artistic. I was betterin English than in Mathematics. I played piano instead of playingbasketball. Still, I was the most masculine person in my family (evenoutside my immediate family). "Ay yo! Where we catch the bus at?" I asked some girl standing at the busstop. I knew that I could speak very good English, but myself constantlyusing street slang to fit in. "Right here." The girl was staring at me, out of her way. I knew it was because of theoutfit I had on. It was a red flight jacket with red timbs that no one elsehad! I also had one a red bandana tied around my head and red gloves on myhands. I always matched. "You new?" Another girl asked. This other girl stood separate from the others. She was a fat girl whoseemed really friendly. Her forwardness seemed to confront my shy, yetenticing attitude. Her name was Tiara. From that day on, we became friends. She was verytalkative. She was the first one to inform me about the school that we wentto. It was a small school. It was much smaller than the other schools I hadattended. It had more ethnicity than I was used to. It was an urban and aplace that was full of passion. I had never seen so many attractive peoplein one place. For the first couple of days, I was lost in silence, notspeaking a word to anyone except Tiara. I felt like I had finally found mymovie, where I would be the star. Still, the silence that I had wasdisturbing. I didn't want to be quiet, but it seemed like everyone in thisschool knew one another. They all had their places in the school communityand it had no room for me. The first couple of days were slow where all Igot were awkward stares. It was the last period class when I met him. He was the only other mulattoin the school. He was shy just like I was, but his beauty was flawless. Hewas shy with his words though. He rarely spoke, probably because he didn'tknow how beautiful his voice sounded. Everyone knew he was fine. Everyoneknew that he was probably one of the best. He had long hair that he hadbraided in individual locks. His skin was the color of caramel. He was shortthough, not as short as the girls were, but he was shorter than I was. Thefirst couple of days, he meant nothing to me. Then slowly I was starting tonotice that he was the finest one in the class. Then all of a sudden, in myhead, he was the finest in the school. I didn't even know his name. I had acrush. That night, when I finally admitted I had a crush, I went home. I lay in mybed against the wall. The heat in me had seemed like a hot song. My handsbegan to dig into pants, grabbing my crotch. It was warm. I was rubbing itnow, until I finally let it out of my pants. The cold breeze blew up againstmy cock. It stimulated it to get almost completely erect. I started strokingwith body lotion that smelled like chamomile. It was so slippery and wet. Itslipped out of my hands a few times, but then still stood like a statue inits full 7-inch tower. I found myself getting naked, found myself thinkingabout him. He was a nameless cat that had me mesmerized. I moaned deep, sodeep than my groin urged forward as if it was thrusting into Eric. I moanedand played with the tip of my cock. I was pulling harder by now and feelingthe heat rising in the room. I wanted him there and helping me out with myhard cock. I started panting and moaning at the same time. It was the mostpassionate time that I ever had. My inner thighs parted so far until theywere at different ends of the bed. My pubic hair was curled and rugged. Ijerked even harder than I did before. I dreamed of this stranger. I didn'tknow who he was. Was I gay? I didn't know why I dreamed of him. I couldn'teven remember his face, but only remembered that I loved how he looked like.Then I let it go. The orgasm ran through my body making the milky cum shootfrom my dick in long strides and end up on my mattress. I pulled harder, notwanting to let the feeling go until suddenly there was a knock on the door- "Damien!" the cry churned me suddenly. It was Dina, my soon-to-bestepmother. I gasped for breath and let my cock slip out of my hands. "Yeah, hold on!" "Damien, why is the fucking door locked? I told you I don't like lockeddoors!" I pulled up my pants and tried to wipe my man mayonnaise off my hands usingthe sheets from my bed. I really wasn't worried about the cum, but I wasmore worried because my hard-on wouldn't go down. It just stood there, Ibegan to put pressure on it trying to push it down, but it only stimulatedit more. Now what! The bitch at the door wasn't going away until I openedthe door. She was so fucking stubborn. "What you doing jerking off?" I opened the door and sneered at her, "Of course not." Her face looked rotten for a moment, almost like she still suspectedsomething. She looked around the room (almost looking at the cum-soakedsheets) then she turned back towards the hallway and started walking out ofthe room. "Whatever, you better get decent. My son, Robbie is downstairs and he'smoving into the guestroom...to stay..." I couldn't believe it. It had only seen Robbie twice. Once was when myfather was just starting to date Dina and the other was when my grandmotherdied. Robbie had the looks of a star. He looked similar to Dina. The worstpart of him was that he was cocky. The first time I met him, he had to tellme about how popular he was. I couldn't stand his popularity, but I didn'tdeny it. I did get ready. I wore nice red jeans and socks and then I put onmy Gucci sweater, just to open the front door. It was a winter evening andit was cold inside the house. Dina didn't seem excited about her son movingin. They argued all the time, but it was easy to accomplish because everyoneargued with Dina. I walked up to the door and opened it to see Robbiestanding there. He didn't have anything with him but a backpack. I lookedaround, trying to see where the suitcases were, but all he did was hold uphis backpack and smile. "Robbie?" I thought it was impossible, but he looked better than he did at first. Hewas probably the exact opposite of my crush. He was taller than I was andspoke confidently. He was handsome though. His lips were more on the thickside like mine and his eyes were almost slanted like Asian eyes. "You look...good," he said suddenly. I could have said the same thing tohim if I was honest, but I didn't want to gas his head up more than italready was. Then I wondered if his compliment was something that you saidto a girl rather than another boy. Then again, I found myself hoping ratherthan seeing that in reality it was probably just a compliment. "Where are all your stuff?" "Um-oh yeah. Ma said we were the same size and I could borrow some of yourthings until she got some new clothes." I rolled my eyes and took his backpack away from him. We were the same sizeso I was afraid that we might also be the same shoe size. I led him to theguestroom up the stairs. The house was really big, but all of the rooms wereon the second or third floor. The first floor seemed like it was just fordesign because there was only a long hallway and a staircase. I knew that myfather, Dina and I weren't going to be the only ones living in such a bighouse. It would just be a matter of time before Dina would move in the restof her family, but I hoped by that time I would be out of the house. Theguestroom was across the hall from mine and was a lot bigger than mine. Ididn't care too much about the size of things though, so I didn't bug whenthrowing his backpack on the king-size bed. "This house is huge." I nodded, awkwardly, waiting for the right time to leave and continuejerking my meat until I was completely satisfied. He didn't seem sodistracted like I was though. He closed the door behind him as he enteredand walked me towards the ends of his big bed. "So how you been all these years." "Fine. You?" "I always wondered when Ma would let me come live with her. Tell the truthI wasn't too wild about our parents hooking up like that, but now I guess itwould be nice to have someone my age that is close to me." I shook my head, not believing how drunk he was right now. I could smellthe liquor on his breath even when he entered the halls. When people weredrunk they usually started to reveal their emotions. I didn't really carefor emotional things. I thought they were really too Disney."That's nice. I'll go call your mama to come tuck you in or something." Iturned and found myself being confronted."Why you acting like shit, Damien?""Your drunk kid. You're imagining it," I teased, trying to find anyway toblow him off."Drunk. Shut up before I run over there and stick my dick down your throat,"he said suddenly, "It'll probably stop that smart ass mouth of yours."I wanted to run over there and knock the shit out of him, but I found myselfalmost getting an erection over how he said it. He was trying to make itmore sexual than threatening. It was almost like he was hoping to do it. Myeyes turned around and I could see him looking me in my eyes. He was lyingdown on his bed and his shirt was almost lifted to his stomach revealing histight six-pack. He saw me watching him and his eyes were bent on mine. Thenhe put his hand down his stomach until it reached his pants. He dug deepinto his pants until he started to play with himself beneath his pants."What the hell are you doing?"He was breathing hard now calling for me, "Come over here and find out."I paused. I was so enticed to do just that. How he lay on that bed sittingthere. His eyes were calling for me. His body was calling for me. I couldn'ttell if he was drunk or serious. Still I couldn't take the chance. If hewere drunk, the act would be wrong. He probably didn't know what he wasdoing. That was when I turned back towards the door and started to leave."Good night, Robbie."