Amberton Portal 1/Jack/Marco's House 3P

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You arrive at Marco's house, a short walk from the next bus stop, in a terrible state. The little black Ethiopian boy has been nervously babbling in his thick, musical accent, but you've managed to pick out that he's very nervous about all this white dick coming to his house, he's only ten years old, his Dad and Mom both work all day, and his two older sisters and older brother should all be at school, so the house would be empty.

As you trudge up to the house, you find yourself staring at Gary and Marco, who are a few steps ahead. Gary has one arm casually over Marcos shoulders, gesturing grandly with the other, grinning down at the little black kid like it was the best day ever. Those two were apparently chatting amiably, but all you can see are their glorious asses.

How the hell have you failed to see what a great backside Gary has? He's got that swimmer and soccer-player muscle tone, but he's also got great shape, wide, shapely hips, great legs and a slender back, his ass-cheeks high and round, a classic bubble butt which fills out his jeans like two scoops of vanilla fudge ice-cream. It's no wonder he's also the belle of the theater club, he's a real looker.

And honestly, you've seen Marco around school once or twice and never really paid any attention, but now that you look, the little black boy's ass is...well...as perfect as a ten year old boys. Round and plump and softly jiggly, Marco's boy-booty just rivets your attention. Walking behind these two is like being in a candy store of gay ass lust. You're not sure how you feel about this, except maybe rock hard and terrified all at once, but damn, just LOOK at them!

Marco's house is a modest rancher with a neat yard. The three of you walk nervously up, and the little black boy lets you in and leads you into the living room. It's surprisingly spacious, nicely furnished, and spotlessly clean. There's a big black sofa, a comfy reclining chair, a big flat-screen TV, and a huge fake bearskin rug in dazzling white in the center of it all.

Marco and you both stand awkwardly, while Gary looks at you both and then bursts out in nervous laughter. He says, "Oh, Goddamn, two eager straight boys, and you're both all mine. What are we gonna do first?"

Jack can't think of anything to say, your mind blank, and after waiting to see if either of you are going to answer, Gary says, "Well, obviously, we all get naked."

Putting his words into action, Gary eels out of his nice shirt and skintight jeans with the grace of a gymnast, making it look super hot, as Jack gracelessly tosses off his jersey, kicked off his shoes, and starts struggling with the buttons to his jeans. Jack drinks in Gary's revealed body, slim and trim and shapely everywhere, lightly and evenly tanned all over, not a tan-line on his sleek teenage body. He was completely hairless, his sleek chest and abdomen, narrow waist and surprisingly wide hips, long slender legs and arms, all smooth for swimming, and he apparently shaved his pubes, too. His penis was startlingly large for such a trim teen, easily over seven inches, although it was, like him, rather slim and graceful, with a tight sack of balls tucked up underneath.

Marco eagerly pulled off his hoody and t-shirt, revealing his deep, richly black complexion was smooth, his flawless ebony skin youthful and looked velvety. He was much younger than Jack and Gary, and his body was petite and shapely in the way that only a pretty boy can be shapely. He slipped his pants straight off with a bewitching wiggle of his generous hips, the full globes of his callipygean ass jiggling as they burst free from their confinement. His penis was astonishingly big for a boy his age, maybe even six inches, and nicely shaped. His little balls were tightly tucked up as well, maybe from nervousness.

Gary laughed again and said, "Come on Jack, you're falling behind, get that dick out!"

You started as you realized you'd been standing and staring with your mouth hanging open. Thankfully, you weren't drooling...you hoped. You yanked powerfully at your stubborn buttons and with a ripping sound, two buttons popped loose from your fly and went skittering away.

Gary and Marco didn't care, as they stared as Jack hastily shucked his pants down and kicked them away.

Jack was well over six feet and built like a football player. His shoulders were broad, but he was not bulky despite having a startling amount of muscle. His hair was raven black, and at sixteen he still had no trace of a beard, to his secret shame. His chest was sleek and muscular, his stomach rippled with muscles like the rocky bed of a fast-flowing stream. His hips were narrow, even trimmer than the much smaller Ethiopian boy's, his backside chiseled from sports and lots and lots of illicit sexual activity. His thighs were corded with lean, clean muscle, his legs and feet long and strong.

The exclamation point of his physique was his magnificent penis. It jutted forth from a modest patch of black pubes, easily more than seven inches long, but unlike Gary's organ, it was not slender. Jack's ramrod was thick and long and heavy, capped with a big cobra-flared head that was already drooling with crystal-clear pre-cum from his excited lust. His balls were likewise generous, hanging heavily down his muscular thighs, moist with his lustful male lubricant.

The three of them stood and looked at each other for a second, and then Gary spoke up, trying to be cool but unable to conceal the shaky quiver in his voice, and he asked, "So what do you guys want to do first?"

Well, you're in the gay now! Every choice is hardcore gay interracial sex stuff. Have fun!

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