Nick's the only white guy at his roommate Tyrone's hip hop party, but Tyrone's friend De'Andre is the center of attention. The moment Nick notices him, he gets sprung. De'Andre is big and black and hot damn, but he's sexy.<br><br>Nick feels out of his league -- he's young, he's white, he's gay, and he's desperately looking for a chance to spend some time alone with De'Andre. As much as he hates to admit it, that man is fine.<br><br>When Tyrone finally introduces them, De'Andre seems just as interested.

On the Down Low

I fumbled with the zipper on my jeans but


De’Andre reached out, caught one of my belt loops in two large


fingers, and pulled me a step or two closer. My pants were so


baggy, they slid off my hips without resistance when he tugged them


down. “I hate these things,” he muttered, dropping my jeans to the


ground. “Ass hanging down to your knees, can’t see what the hell


you’re working with. Step out and spin around, lemme get a good


Feeling foolish, I kicked the jeans aside and


moved back so he could check me out. My T-shirt covered the bulge


pounding in my briefs—nothing compared to De’Andre’s cock, but he


lifted the hem of my shirt and made an appreciative sound. When he


grabbed my dick through my briefs, I almost creamed myself. “Nice,”


As I did so, De’Andre let out a long, low


whistle. “Nicky, you been holdin’ out on me.” My face burned and I


ducked my head to hide the grin that threatened to split my face. I


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