1. Blue Grey


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Gay, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Virginity, Voyeurism, Author: Bon Vivant, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    in the world. Willis, I think his name was – a reedy thing with long awkward limbs and dishwater hair – was at his front, dutifully lathering Blu’s cock with frothy soap. Willis, I noticed with great interest, had to use both hands to do this properly. How the boy managed to remain soft while someone played with his dick was beyond me. I must have stood there, gawking like an idiot, for some time because Zen said. “So are you just going to stand there all day? Or are you going to wash?” I blushed. “I’d shower if I were you, ‘cause we can smell the stench of defeat wafting all the way over here.” “All right Zen, leave him alone.” Blu said, managing to sound authoritative even as Willis cupped his heavy scrotum. “There are a few showers with stalls in the unisex room a couple of the shier ones use, if you’re not comfortable here.” He offered helpfully. Being in an LGBT+ school was certainly different experience for me. A coed wrestling team and a unisex locker room? …cool. I, however, had already begun wriggling out of my singlet and compression shorts. The second my torso was bare I could feel the eyes on me. No matter where I went somebody was always gawking, and I was used to it. I could be bashful at times, I admit it, but I’m pretty determined to maintain my hard won confidence – a trait I didn’t always have – regardless of other people’s actions. And in this case, I think showering alone would only lose me some ground since I always avoided it at my old school. And ...
    besides, I had to admit, I was intrigued by this guys and their unconventional dynamic. Somehow they managed to strike a chord between team bonding and eroticism; so no, it wasn’t comfortable, it was intimate. And I hoped they would be willing to include me. I needn’t’ve worried. “I’m just gonna ask, and if I sound dumb or mean I’m sorry. But like, what’s your deal? Are you half-black or…?” So yeah, I knew that question was coming the second I walked into the gym today. Yes, both of my parents are black and I am too for the most part. One-hundred percent black in culture and genetics, seventy percent black in skin tone. My face is mostly pale with patches of brown skin that break up the whiteness like the tiny islands and archipelagos on a map. Most of my scalp, ears, jaw, neck, torso, and arms are almost all brown, however, with the odd blotch of white here and there. Both hands are completely white though, and my forearms have this weird gradient that almost makes it look like I’m just severely freckled. From dairy cow to Dalmatian, I’ve been called every name in the book, but I’m not ashamed of my skin. Not anymore. “Davis, you idiot, I’m half black…he just has vitiligo.” Zen answered the question for me with a snap of his towel in Davis’ direction. The kid was a loud mouth, but he won some points in my book for that. Usually I was stuck having to answer those question, and as stupid as it sounded that wasn’t the first time someone asked me if I was half-black/half-white ...
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