I tried this once on my step nephew while he was sleep at my house. Heβs left his key and couldnβt get in so his mom told him to go to his new uncles house til she got off at 8.
He fell asleep on the couch and seeing those round cakes I just couldnβt help it. I eased ever so slowly over to the couch and took ultra time and precise movement to get his Ethikas at least down half way that beautiful caramel colored ass.
Suddenly he moved sideways lifting his leg up as if to give me more room to work them down. My mouth was watering! Then The phone rings so I have to lay flat in the floor and hope he doesnβt hear or see me.
He falls back to sleep and I figure Iβd better leave good enough alone. I go back in the other and just watch tv til his mom comes.
Finally she shows up and she goes to the room and wakes him up. Iβm sitting there with my drink and looking calm and settled when they come out. She tells me th ask and ofc I tell her anytime at all no prob. My nephew reaches out his hand and says thanks Unc I appreciate you much. Iβm like cool nephew all cool.
Thirty minutes later I get a text from my nephew saying thanks again, followed by a separate pic of the most beautiful set of cheeks ever bent over and covered with baby oilβ¦. With a message: next time so it wont take so long to get them down Iβll make sure Iβve got baby oil on Unc
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I caint believe they called out onna damn Saturday. I was so damn mad that my fine ass coworker bailed on me tonight. She used to always have me horny wit them jeans that cupped her ass so tight. But hell, a nigga will jus throb to sum customerβs assβ¦alone.
So shit, here I am checkin out the last customers at the cash register when I looked up on the CCTV filming the front double doors. There was a car in the far left handicap spot almost obscure from the cam. I continued focusin on givin the customer her money tho.
βHere you go, maβam. $2.95 and that receipt wit the coupon for next Saturday.β
βYou forgot the penny,β the old hag stated.
βI ran out for the weekend.β
She rolled her eyes and continued her fishhead ass on outside. Over a penny? N thatβs not the biggest case I had today. I was bout to follow on after her but I realized three dudes was comin up to the door with skinny jeans n colorful masks on.
They came in while she was goin out, so I really couldnβt stop shit. I just said, βWassup, yβall? How yβall doin?β They jus nodded they heads n kept walkin, they asses saggin in those jeans. The one in the back had a fat ass n looked at me even longer than the rest. Not gon lie, that shit was gettin me rock as I watched his and the rest of they booties make it to my counter.
The one wit the blue covid mask on said, βYeah, bruh.β Dude lifted up his hoodie a bit to show his piece and said, βOpen up the safe.β
In all honesty, wit situations like this I wouldβve laughed my ass off outta nervousness. But my nerves was shot to shit at the moment as I looked at that black metal. I ainβt never got robbed at gunpoint befo, n I damn sho ainβt expect it on the night I was closin by myself. I asked them, βYou want the money in the register first, cuz Ion kno the code to the safe.β
βNigga, yes you do. Where yo manager at then,β the dude in the red mask asked me.
βThey in the back busy,β I lied to em.
βCall they ass up here n tell them to come get the safe open.β
βMONICAAA!β I shouted to the left where the office was located. We all waited a few seconds for the fake manager to answer but no response. βShe mus be sleep.β
After that, the blue hoodie dude took out the glock n pointed it right at me. My hands were tinglin a lil bit from them threatenin me. βYou playinβ wit us forreal.β When his hoodie lifted up showin his colorful ass underwear, I looked at it briefly n back up at him. Iβm tryin to contain myself durin this whole scene, but damn them briefs!
βI ainβt kno she was gone. I jus came back to the register after a while.β
βSo you tellin us yo manager ainβt tell you she was leavin yo ass,β red mask asked.
βShe be leavin me out the loop sumtimes, man. She got dementia or sum.β
βNigga, Iβm bout to blow yo shit off inna minute.β Blue hoodie took off the safety n had it up to my face ready to blow my shit off inna minute. I came up wit a quicker solution tho.
βShi, I forgot. She tole me to put all the deposits in the office area. Iβmma go get em for ya.β When I was bout to leave the register, the dude in the blue stopped me for a minute.
βHolup holup holup,β he paused at me. Then he looked at the nigga wit the colorful mask. βSkeezy, go with this nigga jus to make sure he ainβt pullin one on us.β
βAight,β Skeezy responded. He pulled his gun out his underwear and held it in his hand. Then he opened the gate that led to the back of the register n walked up behind me. I jus walked my ass on in front, leadin him into the office. I could feel my forehead sweatin a lil bit from this shit. After this go over, Iβm turnin in my damn keys.
I led him into the office where we donβt be keepin the money and fake-looked inside the file cabinets and drawers. I shifted shit around in the room lookin for nothin while ole boy jus stood there starin me down. I caint stand when niggas stare at me, gettin me all nervous as fuck. I looked thru the same file cabinets one more time. βMan, they gotta be somewhere. I gotta call up my manager.β
βNaw, donβt be callin nobody, bruh,β Skeezy told me. I had my left hand on my phone frrozen as he got his glock aimed up to my head. βTake that hand off that phone. Now where the money?β
βEverythang good in there,β one guy (Iβm assumin was the man in blue) called from outside.
βYeah, he still lookin. It cool,β Skeezy shouted back. "Hurry up, dawg."
"Forreal, ion know where it is. It must be in another section or sum. Iβm outta luck.β
βNigga, either you gon find that money or you gon find yo ass on the flo.β
βWell, I might as well be on the flo cuz I ainβt gon find that money in time.β I was beginnin to walk out the room, but the dude kept pointin his gun in my fuckin face. The moment I walked outside the room and into the break room, he pinned me up against the wall and aimed the gun at my pants, moreso my dick. βMan, if you gon kill me, might as well aim for the head.β
βI am, nigga,β Skeezy replied, soundin a lot softer than he was befo. That tone had me growin a lil bit, specially while he was lookin into my eyes. This wasnβt the look of a hard ass nigga at this point; this was that fuck-me look, that look that I woulda never expected durin a robbery of this sort. He pulled hils mask down n showed me his face. Dude was kinda fine forreal. βRemember me?β
I hesitated a lil. βFrom where?β
βYou know. From that barbershop you go to.β I still ainβt recall, so I jus squinted my eyes and said nothin. βYou wasnβt alone when you was fuckin yo barber.β He was rubbin the tip of the gun against my bulge, makin it harder. Had me bitin n lickin my lips to how good that shit felt.
βFuck, man. Tell that nigga to hurry up!β that dude yelled from outside again.
βLetβs get it in real quick, nigga. I wanna feel that dick.β Skeezy grabbed sumthin out his pocket. It was one a them small honey packs. He kneeled over on the table while I pulled my pants down and stroked my full-erect dick before smotherin it with the honey pack. I ain never tried one a those befo and that shit felt weird at first but then it gave me this penile ectasy that made me throb even more.
I pulled his purple draws down and exposed his fat ass booty. I almost smacked it befo realizin that the other robbers was still in the store. I caint let them hear this private lunch break. I arched Skeezyβs back a lil and rubbed his asshole wit the rest of the honey inside n out before stickin it in.
βFuck,β he whispered before pullin his mask back up. I slow stroked in him first before uppin the speed from the royal honey. I was makin that booty go clap clap clap, thrustin it in and out. Every time I thrusted in, he grunted through the mask. βThat dick hittin my box, nigga. Damn.β
I almost moaned to the warmness n wetness of that tight hole. I went even faster, hittin that g spot while turnin them claps into slaps on the ass. He was whimperin a lil bit like a bitch. βYou mus like that, man.β
βMmm, that fat ass dick got me creamin man.β His hole did start creamin, turnin my penis into a whipped cream cone. I seen his precum leak out on the floor, so to turn up the ante I started jerkin his dick. He released sum more grunts, sayin to me, βYou a damn slut, bruh. You a fuckinβ slut.β
βYβall, whatβs that sound in there,β the guy from outside asked.
βHe jus countin the money, Trill. Fuck,β Skeezy said to em. Then he started throwin that ass back on me. βInna minute, you gon fuck me on my back, aight?β
βYessir,β I replied in a playful ass manner.
βGoddamn, you a sexy nigga. You gon make me nut.β
βYou gon make me nut, bro. Poundin that tight, fat ass.β
βYou like this ass, baby?β
βYeah.β
βFlip me over while you still inside, bruh.β Skeezy pulled off his pants n draws and allowed me to flip him over on the table. He almost thudded his back on there but somehow I cushioned it to make it quieter. While I was fuckin his hole missionary, he started jerkin himself off. His dick was big as fuck too, veiny n cut.
βShit, Iβm about to come in there, bruh,β Trill said. I could hear his sneakers walk near us briefly, but then his other dude said, βWait holon bruh. Why these blue lights outside?β
βFuck itβs the po. SKEEZ, COME ON GETCHO ASS OUT!β I could hear them runnin out to the back of the store (probably near the exit in the back). They stupid ass tripped the alarm system on it, but I was still diggin in his stomach wit this wet ass dick.
βNigga, cum on me quick. Iβm bout to busss.β I went faster once he stroked his dick faster in front a me. He was jerkin that fat shi, n that shi turned me on so much I was bout to cum.
βIβm gon cum on you. Want me to cum on yo stomach?β
βYeh, nigga.β
βWant me to cum on yo stomach?β
βFuck.β
βIβm bout to blow on you, baby. Ahhh.β I pulled out and lifted his shirt so that I could bust thick on his stomach. The moan I let out was a lil loud but soft enough to keep quiet just in case his other homies was in the sto still. Skeez ended up bussin hard on his stomach too, shootin up a stream of cum near his belly button.
A second later, I heard the slidin doors and the usual ding-ding of them doors comin in. Then a man said, βPolice, precinct 76! Anyone in here?β Sounded like the white police too, they donβt play. We both looked at the door, then at each other. I immediately grabbed sum paper towels and cleaned up the cum on him. Then I pulled my draws n pants up while he put both of his back on.
βWe gon play like you a coworker, aight,β I told Skeezy. He nodded and I went straight into acting mode as we walked outside in front of the cops. β...And thatβs why I told you to never be $5 short. Ever. That put us inna hole right there.β I looked at the officers and said, βYβall ready to check out?β
βNo, we noticed your alarm is going off in the store. Whyβs that,β he interrogated my ass.
βOh, a container accidentally hit it. I donβt have to key to close the shiβuh, the door.β
I noticed he looked down at my dick as I was talkin. Never fuckin realized I was still hard down there. That damn honey pack. βWhere are yβall condoms located?β
A couple of days later, I eventually met up with Nathan again to mingle with him about more stuff. We just pretty much asked each other a lot of questions about our favorite things. What shows we liked to watch, what foods we crave eating, what our home life was like. Nathanβs interests were pretty much in the same vein, but his home life differed greatly from mine, which I was totally prepared for.
For starters, he was raised in a majority-white suburb with his mother and father. His mother works as an at-home consultant while his father works as executive at a production company called Ale Griffin Entertainment. If it wasnβt for his baseball dream, he would become co-partner of the company, which I donβt think any typical only child would want. There was a moment in time where I wanted to work for my father in his music shop. Collecting and listening to the vinyl records, sifting through rare classics like the first Illmatic CD print. Iβm forever grateful I didnβt go down that route, even if the vinylβs grooves were slick and devine.
Itβs been a couple hours by now, a portion of it spent eating subway sandwiches and the rest of it spent just talking about our past lives. Nothing was too opinionated with the both of us and majority of our interests really linked. There are countless times within the conversation where I get excited when he says stuff like βI still watch Spongebob from time to timeβ. Hey, you cannot deny the quality of that show. We also both arenβt fond of the later seasons. So, here we are just walking the plaza down to his next class. He had his hands in his pockets listening to what I explaining about my art process. βMy process of art is pretty random in a sense. One day, I find myself working by splashing a can of paint on a canvas. Other days, I start with a streak and then build from there.β
βThatβs really cool, bro. I need to see that artwork in person one of these days. You know, just to see your process.β
βOh, sure. You can come see it anytime. I love sharing art with people.β
βWhere do you live?β
βYou know these apartments called the Northends?β
βThe ones up the street over there?β He pointed his thumb behind him to the direction where I live.
βYep. I live in Apartment 12B, and thatβs like the first section to the right side.β We walked in front of the P. Langston building of science where his class was located. I know I probably had to work on the project once I got home, but seeing how Nathan asked where I live, he might try to visit me after his practice. βDang. It seems like we walked here quick. I swear, the plaza feels like it gets shorter by the minute.β
βYeah, weβre so used to walking on it we got those roadrunner legs. But hey, I appreciate the walk and talk, man. One more class and then Iβm off-scot free. Well, until practice.β Another fist bump to both of our hands.
βOh, yeah. Good talk, good talk, dude. Hope your practice goes well for tonight. Land the pitches, get bitches. Iβm just playing.β He cackled so hard at my joke he almost fell over. βIβll see you later.β
βSee youβsee you later,β he struggled to utter. He could barely catch his breath even after going up the steps into the building.
I was heading back up the plaza the opposite way to go to my car. All I needed was a good rest before any other event, and plus this Mississippi heat is draining me. Coming from the left side, I saw Jaycen coming towards me. He was wearing his dark hoodie with a pair of shorts and compression pants. I almost didnβt notice that it was him, wearing all that ominous gear like he tryna rob someone. He spoke in a low but assertive tone. βWhy are you not answering my calls, Lucky?β
I turned to him and lied with a straight face. βI had to restart my phone. It was acting up the day before.β
βWhy didnβt you call me back? I told you I needed to tell you something important.β He looked around the plaza and noticed that the students were getting out of their classes. βCome with me.β
Honestly, I can never tell what is roaming in his mind. He has always been hard to pinpoint ever since I took that World Lit class with him. However, I always knew that within his eye contact he has taken an affection towards me. He could denounce as many times he wants to with a girl and all that. He canβt deny what we did that night when he visited my apartment. And I donβt even like flinging with people who are in relationships.
He ended up taking me into an empty bathroom up some stairs. We went to the very back of the bathroom so that nobody near the door can hear the convo. βWhat was it you wanted to tell me?β
βIs it true that you do porn?β
Oh, thatβs what he was trying to tell me. I wouldnβt call itβ¦well, I guess it is that. My throat tightened up a little bit but I told him the truth. βYes, I do.β
He looked so disappointed in me. He rubbed his face and turned towards the wall. βYou know I donβt like you doing that shit. What made you even think about considering that?β
βWhy does it matter to you, man? You have a whole girlfriend that you were with. You should just focus on her.β
βWe broke up during the pandemic.β
Damn. I didnβt even put two and two together. During our break-off, he said he needed to focus more on his relationship, his βfalse monogamyβ in my opinion. Thatβs probably why heβs been reaching out to me a lot more this semester. βLook, Iβm sorry about what happened between the two of you, but you were good when you were just focusing on football.β
βYeah, Iβm good on the field, but that doesnβt mean I donβt need someone to talk to. Youβre a good friend, Lucky. A good motivator. I needed that.β
βIβm here whenever you need to lean on someone. Iβm not taking that away as long as you donβt let me. But why donβt you want me to continue this side gig?β
βThe more people find out about you, the more people not gonna take you serious.β
βHave you seen the content I post?β
βNo, I just heard this rumor.β
βYou wanna see?β I started rubbing my crotch slowly, making it hard. He looked down at it and glared up at me.
βI meanβwhatchu mean,β he asked me with a softer tone in his voice. I walked up closer to him while he never took his eyes off of me. Licking his lips in temptation, balling up his fists. I stopped rubbing my bulge and started fondling his. He tilted his head up and closed his eyes, moaning through his clutched lips. βLucky.β He grabbed the hand I was rubbing him with and lightly pushed it back. βI gotta go to practice. Think about what I said.β
He walked away from me, adjusting his shorts first and then leaving out. I just stood there, my hormones dying down and distraught. He knew he wanted it, but I sure wasnβt gonna give it to him. I donβt think he knows how good Flixxn is working out for me. And maybe I am being a little naive, but Iβd want to take this risk and see how the road goes. Ainβt so bad in hitting my head on concrete, something thatβs yet to be achieved in that business.
**There's an alternate version I made on the sly if y'all want that too. It features another sequence with Jaycen and Lucky in the bathroom.**
There was this new subscriber to my Flixn that rang during class. The name went by βdeluxxxn425β, something youβd probably have to decipher if a crime was ever to be committed. The account had no videos, but it did have multiple likes of my videos. It even commented on one of my recents. You got any more sexy videos like this? Plenty of them in similar fashion, but I donβt like putting out the same content each time. I love the division of putting out my artwork while also keeping it fresh. Iβm sure a lot of people want remixes of my old ones.
The account even sent a message to me. I opened it up and it said Hey, bro. You ever do special requests? I texted them back. Yeah, I do. As long as it doesnβt deal with anything scat-related or all the other weird categories. Sure, Iβm a self-declared freak and all, but I donβt want that to mean that I will try just about anything. Thatβll be another proof in being a pleasure hoe. Eventually, the subscriber texted back. Thatβs cool. Iβll let you know if I think of anything. I just really love your videos.
In the back of my head, this is how I envisioned being famous on the internet. A generally satisfied subscriber or follower who loves my content for what it is. Iβve gotten to a point of stardom that is satisfying only because Iβm making what I want to make. Iβm embracing all of the sexual fantasies that I wanted to explore in a private/public setting. The good thing is that nobody in my family suspects a thing about the content. Maybe they will in the future, but Iβm just enjoying the moment right now. At least I get to keep a little bit of my obscurities.
I walked out the side door to get easier access to my car in the parking lot. My old, blue Toyota Celica. Since I only had one class today, I really didnβt have too much else to go to. I wouldβve gotten some coffee, but Iβm not really caffeine-hungry. However, I canβt go wrong with a good croissanwich from Burger King. Iβm doing it off-campus though. Before I went to my car, I saw Nathan coming from the same side doors and trodding down the steps. He noticed me and came my direction, crossing the pathway near the library. Once he got close, he went to my side and held his hand out for me to shake it. βSo youβre about to leave?β
Nathan
I shook his hand again, this time with a bit more grip to match his strong lock. βPretty much, yeah. I really donβt have nothing else to attend on days like this. One class, then Iβm gone.β
He nodded his head then took his eyes to my car. βThis is one fine car right here. Not a lot of people here have these models.β
βThanks. By the graces of God, I got it for dirt cheap at one lot and it surprisingly worked fluently. I couldβve opted for something newer, but I just love bringing life into older cars.β I opened up the car door and let him view the interior. βAnd I try to keep it as tidy as possible inside. Itβs close to 90.β
βYou did good with the car. I definitely need to work on cleaning out my car.β
βWhat car do you have?β
βItβs a white 2016 Infiniti Q50. Itβs on the other side near the business hall in that parking lot.β
βYou were heading over there?β
βOh, no. I was just coming to tell you that I took what you said and changed my major to the Bachelor of Arts. My scheduling for it begins next semester.β
βWhat?!β I exclaimed so hard my voice cracked. βDude, Iβm glad you did it, for real.β I honestly had a feeling that he was gonna do it. Iβm surprised he consulted me and not any other friend that heβs known for a much longer time. The only thing I can do right now is just be elated for him and see where this road takes him next semester.
βThanks, man. Iβm looking forward to what it brings to the table so far. Oh, and I forgot to get your number when we talked earlier.β
βOh, sure.β I waited for him to unlock his phone and go into the Phone app. I told him the 10 forbidden digits and he called my phone for me to log his number. βAnd your number came through.β
βCool, cool. Well, man. I guess Iβll see you around then. My class is right there in the Art building.β He fist-bumped me and I told him Iβll see him later. Once he headed off, he gave me one last look with a grin and headed up the steps. I got a glimpse of that fat ass he had too. I swear, athlete asses give me the biggest turn-ons. Iβm wasting time, though. I need to enjoy myself before the day is up. At least I have his number though just in case he wants to hang. I got back in my car, started the ignition, and headed on downtown straight to the apartments.
I was working on this abstract masterpiece on a 44-inch canvas. This was derived from different thought pieces that I dreamt up one day. That dream with the rain and the man had me contemplating and attempting to craft the symbols. Color wise, I visited the coolest, darkest hues: navy blue to indigo, maybe a smidge of maroon for the tension. There was also a cream color in there as well, but just splatters of it.
Laying on the tarp in the guest room, I tightened my apron and started dipping the tip of the smallest paintbrush onto the cream paint on the pallette. I started flicking the moist paint around the canvas, just right over the indigo colors and a little bit of the maroon. As expected, it created these smallish spots of cream paint where I want them. It wasnβt even five minutes in when somebody started calling my phone. Well, a video call at that. I started to decline but then I saw it was Jaycen on the line. I havenβt talked to him since that meetup we had once he told me that football was important to him and he didnβt want to have love interfere with his goals or some shit. I answered the call.
βHello.β I pretended to be optimistic.
βHey.β He was inside with his shirt off. I have this unnerving feeling heβs trying to tease me with something. βWhat you been up to?β
Jaycen
βOh, nothing much. Just chilling, chilling, and painting. How about you?β
βWell, you know training. Football. Trying to binge watch some shows you recommended. I havenβt seen you on campus as much.β Well, duh, man. We donβt even have the same major, and especially since the pandemicβs ruining in-person class.
βYeah. My classes arenβt full force this time around, so I guess less of me will be more of me.β
He chuckled softly. βYou still at the same apartment?β
βYep. Right in the Northends.β Of course, heβs trying to see if he could come over. I mean, he could but at a day where I donβt have my hands filled with paint. But hey, I donβt want to intrude on his relationship status or his football stardom. So I just keep the convo simple.
βOh. Well, Iβve been meaning to tell you something important, but I really havenβt found the time or the place to tell you in private. You have time today?β
I hesitated a little bit. I mean, I knew what I wanted to say but I wanted to let him down gently. So I started tapping the phone screen rapidly. βFuck, wait a minute. Why is my phone acting up? Come on na--β Once I cut myself off, I hung up the call. Then I turned my phone off to avoid him calling me again and thinking it really is a problem. What was buzzing in my head was telling Jaycen that I would have to take a ring check. Knowing me, Iβm hard at saying no to people. Especially to people I didnβt know I secretly loved as more than friends with benefits. I didnβt want to hurt him even more, but I shouldβve been honest.
I had to put my paintbrush down and call it a day. I couldnβt finish anything with all the possible ifs and whys roaming inside my head. I need a breather for today, even though I promised new content for the subscribers. My main goal was to clear it all, clear it all of the negative numbers and quotients. Thatβs why Hellβs Kitchen is my comfort zone show.
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December 30, the day that officially makes me 2 years sober off of alcohol. I still don't feel a thing other than the fact that I'm a bit cleaner and I don't get those cravings no more.
Those AA meetings been working wonders for me. At first, I didn't really care for em. Probably, like everyone else, I thought it was a waste of fuckin time and energy goin up there. The only reason I went to them more frequently was because I liked the other people's stories. The fact that they had all these issues and shit going on in their life made me relate to them a whole lot more. I've been into some legal troubles caused by my alcohol, and I don't feel like sitting in some dingy ass waiting cell.
These days, I'm just going to the grocery store to get items for the house and live life. On this particular day, I was walking out the store and I almost bumped into a fine, lightskin guy with a short cut and facial hair. He was wearing a wife beater and had this warm smile on his face when he said, "Oh, my bad, bro."
That voice sounded familiar. That face looked familiar. Then I realized that it was my old friend from the AA meetings: Anderius Wilson, or Andy for short. He got out of the program around the same time as me and he had an addiction to cigarettes. With all that chain-smoking he was doing, he still held up a clean, white smile.
"Dushane," he spoke grinning ear to ear. Yeah, that's the name.
"Andy!" I exclaimed with this giddy expression. We dapped each other up and gave our brotherly hug. "Man, it's been ages since I seen you. What you been up to?"
"I feel good, too. It's something about quittin that alcohol that got my body saying yes all over. I feel truly myself again."
"Hey, that's what I'm talking about, man. Those bad habits will have you through tough times, you know? I'm glad we both got out good in the end."
"I know, I know. I hope everybody kicked them habits, forreal. You think Xavion finished on good terms?" Xavion was a lean addict that was in the same AA group. The three of us hung out together sometimes, but we actually kinda got real close and fucked one night. I haven't heard from him since.
From the looks of Andy rubbing the back of his head, it was either he didn't seem sure or somethin bad happened to him. "Yeah, I don't know about it. I haven't talked to him since I got out. You know, he been missing meetings too."
"Shit, I know it was real tough with him. His life."
Andy nodded and stared into my face for a few seconds. "You still got my number?"
"Oh, yeah." I pulled out my phone from the pocket and checked the contacts. "I think it's still logged into my phone. Is it the 678 number still?"
"Yeah, we gotta celebrate for New Year's tomorrow. Itβs at my place.β
βSweet. You know Iβll be there on time.β
βThatβs whatβs up. Well, just hit my phone up and let me know.β I gave him one last dap and hug and the last time it was a bit longer. I caught a whiff of his Tommy Bahama scent and man it smelt fresh.
I let go of him and said, βNo problem at all. Itβs always good seeing you around.β
βSame. Be safe out here.β
βYou too.β We both parted ways while he went inside the store and I searched for my Volkswagen. Shit, where did I park?
Tomorrow nightβ¦
Fast forward to the New Yearβs party, I asked him where his location was. He said he lived at the beige house on Stony Bridge Drive. I drove there quicker than a bee; I had already missed a text from the wee hours of the morning with him asking Wyd? Like, come on now, 2am? He was on to somethin, and I was in on the joke. But Iβm just gonna play it cool like Iβm used to doing.
I drove up into the yard and parked beside his orange Mustang. I thought there was gonna be some more cars up here for the party, but it was just him. It also couldβve been too early, because I did come at like 8:30-ish. Then again, that ainβt too early either. I donβt know; Iβll just find out when I get in the place.
I walked up the driveway in some sweatshirt and cargo pants and knocked on the door with the βTwo Shaves and a Haircutβ rhythm. He opened the door in less than a second, wearing the same clothes from yesterday but with new shorts and socks. βDushane,β he greeted me, looking into my face again.
βWhatβs up, Andy,β I greeted back.
When a car passed by on a street behind, he darted his eyes towards it and beckoned me inside without saying a word. I walked into his house and it had some amazing design. The dining room was right near the doorway and the table had these decorative candles and an open space of leather furniture in the living room. This dude knows home decor. To be respectful, I took my shoes off before I walked on the carpet. He looked at me and said, βOh, you didnβt have to do that.β
βOh, I insist. I usually do this at all the houses I visit. Just some courtesy thing.β
βOh, okay.β
βAlso, sorry bout not texting you back sooner. I had an all-nighter last night that dawned me.β Still playing it cool.
βAh, I understand. Donβt sweat it. Iβm just glad you came.β He went around the table and got two sparkling juices out the grocery bag. βYou want white grape or regular grape?β
Man, he would make me choose between two of my favorite drinks. βWhite grape.β
βMe too.β He poured both of the juices into some wine glasses and passed me one of them. I thanked him and he walked across the table to start the toast. He raised his and said, βTo sober shit.β
βTo sober shit,β I repeated. We clinked the glasses and drank that good liquid up. I could feel the bubbles popping on my tongue going down my esophagusβ¦Yeah, that sounded too freaky. He got done drinking before me, setting the glass on his table. When I turned up the last drop, I said, βDamn! That hits the spot on New Yearβs.β
βGlad you like it,β he replied. When I put my glass on the table, he added, βOh, I got you something. You know, for reaching your goal.β
βNaw, you didnβt have to doββ
βWait right here,β he interjected. I shut my ass up and he faded down the hallway intoβI donβt knowβhis bedroom or something. It was darkly lit, so I couldnβt make out where he went. A few seconds later, he arrived with a flat, red box. I just stared at the box in shock and confusion. And curiosity, of course. I slowly took the box and looked up at him. βI think youβd like the color.β
I opened up the box and holy fuckin shit! It was a bussdown Fossil watch in the center with chrome all around the band. I couldnβt count how many karats this thang was, but it looked like a good grand or more. I was speechless. βDudeβ¦β
He chuckled a bit at my reaction, but I was still confused. Why was he giving me something so luxury? Iβve only known him for 2 years. βDushane, I gotta tell you this, real talk. When I first met you, I was at the point where I didnβt feel good about myself. I didnβt care about nobody, didnβt want to be around nobody. I just wanted to smoke these cigs and live through the next day.
βWhen you came around, thatβs when everything changed. I kept hearing your stories over and over in my head, how you overcame sadness from whatever you was going through. I felt that in my soul, and thatβs why I came to you to hang out with. Iβ¦I canβt explain it, but that feelingβs strong.β
I was flattered, but I also felt a bit more confused. All I ever did was ask him if he wanted to watch a movie. Then we just kicked off being friends from there. βI donβt know what to say, man. I mean, thatβs just what brothers do.β
βNo, we more than just brothers,β he told me as he crept up closer to me. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a sexy kiss on the lips. I suddenly felt this tinglin sensation going on and just let it happen. His lips werenβt as big but they felt good enough to give me a bulge. I could even feel his growing in his shorts as he pushed it onto me.
I caressed his fit chest and his muscles as we kept locking and twisting our lips up on each other. I brought my hand down to his shorts and rubbed his dick through the shorts. Deep moans came out of his throat once I did that trick. βYou so sexy, you know that,β he asked me through the tasting.
βYou are too,β I said. He eventually felt on my growing dick and his thick hands wrapped around it just gave me life. I ended up moaning too.
βTake yo clothes off,β he commanded. While I stripped out my shirt and pants, I kept thinking in my mind, Yeah, daddy. Do what you want. He crouched down and helped me take my pants off. Then, he pulled my underwear down and saw my rock-hard cock.
He jerked it for a minute while looking into my eyes and put his throat on my dick. βMmm,β I moaned as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. His mouth going up and down my dick felt so good, and the fact that he knew what he was doing just made it even sexier. He never gave me vibes like this, and if he did I sure was naive.
He took his mouth out and asked if I liked it. I nodded my head yes and looked down at him again. He was still staring into my eyes, and for a minute I stared at his. I knew he was on to something telling me that story. Nothingβs got me prepared for this moment. I mean, hell; I didnβt get to sit down yet. Here I am, still near the doorway getting my dick sucked like a lollipop. Itβs worth every nickel.
He ended up taking his shorts down and exposing his clean-shaven, lightskin cock. Looked like it might be 9 inches to some degree. He just started stroking that thing while he stroked my dick with his wet mouth. He kinda teased my tip a little bit when he started licking it, letting it ooze pre-cum all over his tongue. βAndy, ugh,β I moaned again.
βYeah, baby,β he asked. I loved it when he called me that. It just made me even harder seeing him this submissive. I almost came just from that word alone.
βTake your shirt off,β I told him to do. He pulled it off, showing his chiseled abs and squeezable pecs. He eventually rose up and licked all over my body, from my stomach to my pecs. Both of us were breathing hard in the moment of touchin and lovin. I just had to squeeze him and touch all over his body before I said, βBend over.β
He went over to the dining room table and opened up his tight ass cheeks. βGo easy on me,β he requested.
βWith pleasure,β I said. As he continued to jerk himself, I spat on my dick a little bit and wet it up a little bit. Before I put it in, I made him a little looser by teasing him with it. I tapped my dick on his hole a few times and slowly put it in him. He winced a little bit while clutching the tablecloth, but he never told me to stop. I just kept thrusting that dick in him, slower at first and then picking up speed after a while. His hole felt so warm and tight and his grunts were making me more hornier.
βTake that ass, baby. Yeah,β he commanded. A few minutes of thrusting and I was really close to busting that nut then. I could feel it rising in my dick, the pressure building bigger.
βIβm about to cum, Andy,β I told him.
βNut on my back, bro. Nut on my back,β he said. Seven thrusts later, I took my dick out and squirted real hard on his back. That moan I just made couldβve woken up the neighbors beside him. He let out a moan too and squirted on his carpet underneath the table. I got a little bit of cum in his hair, but majority was on his back and near his butt.
That was the best feeling that I had in a long time. Three months to be frank with it. All that pent up energy and barely no jerking off is worth it for me. βDid you cum too,β I asked him.
βYeah. That dick was bigger than I expected,β he replied.
βThat ass is tighter than I expected.β We both started cackling and junk, and once we settled down we got in another long kiss to go to the next level of brotherhood.
βHappy New Year, man,β he said to me with that hot grin on his face.
βHappy New Year to you too.β I checked my clock to see what time it was and guess what? It was just 9:43. I thought it was at least midnight. Welp, we got all night. βRound 2?β
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I donβt get it at all. Iβve been friends with my best friend DaβQuan ever since middle school. Straight from the jump we got along well. We defended each other when shit went down, we got suspended and detention together. We even made up these weird raps thinking we were gonna be famous off them someday. I still saved the βBreakfast βnβ Bitchesβ recording we had. What a time to be alive, man.
High school was a different story. We started straying apart by senior year, because near the end I revealed to him something that I never thought would awaken inside of me. I told him I was bisexual and he did not take it well. I still remember him pacing back and forth in the hallway screaming, βWhat the fuck, Dinzel?! You tellinβ me you like dick?!β Too, I said. I like dick too. Iβm still a coochie guy.
After that unnecessary argument, we never talked again. He told me specifically he canβt fuck with me if Iβm messing with dudes. Thatβs outta his zone. I was hurt, but at the same time if he didnβt accept me for who I was deep down, thatβs his problem. Thatβs his insecurity he gotta live with, and Iβm steady gonna live my life the way I want to. By the way, I donβt know what he talkinβ βbout. Heβs the one who sag his pants to the floor, exposing all that crack.
Fast forward to the college campus, I was talking to a friend while walking on the plaza. Her name is Kallie and sheβs one of my day ones from the freshman year since we both major in Psychology. βI thought it was easy getting over a breakup with Sean,β she spoke to me. βBut you know thatβ¦feeling you get when you, you know?β
βYes,β I answered. I guess I could relate considering my previous relationships and how they ended. Itβs a weird fucking feeling, but after awhile it just fades.
βLike we been together for 8 years. Then, he goes out and cheats on me with some broad at Rue21. Like what does that off-brand bitch have that I donβt have?β
I bit my tongue a little bit because I shop at Rue21 sometimes. I just said, βWith guys, itβs all aboutβ¦what you can put your dick into. You know what I mean?β She nodded. βIf they feel that something is lacking in your relationship versus someone with their legs wide open, then they most definitely gonna go towards the legs wide open. Even if yβall been faithful.β
We turned right on the sidewalk heading towards the library. βI thought at the time we were doing great, but it seemed like he just started arguments with me for no reason. Like the smallest shit would tick him off.β
βWhen his mood swings start,β I asked.
She thought for a bit and said, βWell, it started early this February when I lost the ankle bracelet he gave me. I ended up finding it, but he was still mad.β
βHe a weird nigga.β I wouldnβt be surprised if he was seeing another dude on the side. Iβve seen that shit before happening with my other friend Shaquelle. (I liked the girl at first, but she always seemed to friendzone me.) Her dude was acting funny out the blue one day and it turns out he was fucking some dude behind the dumpster at the job they worked at. I donβt put it past nooooobody.
As we walked closer to the library, I saw two people walking towards us: a girl and a guy. The girl shouted βKayKay!β at the top of her lungs and started running towards her, leaving the nigga in the dust.
βOh my gosh, girl!β Kallie exclaimed as she reached out for a hug. βHow you doing?β
They gave each other a big embrace as the guy finally walked up beside her. By the shape of the head, I automatically knew it was DaβQuan. He was wearing a bright yellow hoodie with a yellow backwards snapback and sagging jeans. Iβm not gonna lie; after not seeing him for a good three years I didnβt expect him to attend my college. After the incident, I didnβt know what to say to him.
He looked at me and said to me in a lowly voice, βWhat up?β
βNothing much,β I responded awkwardly. βYou?β
βIβm straight.β The way he said that looking at me with a straight face gave me the slightest sense of tension again between us. Either he wanted to tell me heβs been doing good or tryna reiterate that he still straight. Whatever he meant, I didnβt really care for it.
βWhere were yβall headed to on this fine ass day,β the girl asked.
Kallie told her, βWe were just gonna go chill out near the library or something before our classes.β
βOh, I still have time. Can I join?β
βAlways, always! I gotta tell you some crazy shit about Johnathan anyway.β
The girlβs eyes lit up. βUnh unh. You know I gotta hear this tea. Fill me in on this shit.β The girl then pointed to DaβQuan to introduce him. βOh, by the way, this my friend DaβQuan.β
He nodded to her and she greeted him with a wave and a βHey.β She doesnβt know about our story or that he was a childhood friend of mine.
βIβll scruff with yβall later. I gotta class to go to,β he said to the both of them. He looked at me one last time then put his head as he walked the opposite way from us.
βNo problem, Day. Weβll catch you later,β his friend said. The three of us just went on to our favorite spot where the benches and tables were. While they were talkin and bitch-fittin, the only thing that kept roaming in my mind was DaβQuan. We need to at least get on resolved terms so that if we go our separate ways, we just leave amicably.
About an hour laterβ¦
I was done with the good convo the girls had and now I was ready to hit the dorm. I was lucky to get a dorm to myself. I donβt need my walls split between a person who could either be cool or be completely hell. I love my piece of solitude anyway.
I rode the elevator to my dorm, floor 3-room 313. As I was walking, I almost didnβt feel the key in my pocket. I was like, what the fuck? I always put that card in the same place and I canβt feel it orβoh wait, there it is. It blended in a little with my wallet. Coming up from the stairwell was DaβQuan, who looked at me and paused. After a few seconds of staring, he turned his head away and continued to walk past me. I had to say something.
βDaβQuan,β I called to him.
He stopped and turned to me, putting his hands in his jacket pocket. He answered with, βWhatβchu want?β
βWe havenβt spoke to each other in a while.β
βWe speakin now.β
His remark pissed me off. βNigga, donβt get smart with me.β
He stepped up into my face and told me, βWatch yo fuckinβ mouth, bruh. I said what I said.β Damn, he looked fine as fuck when he was angry. He still had me pissed though, but I didnβt wanna escalate it to a point where we donβt get shit done.
βI just wanna talk with you. Man to man, real talk.β
βThere only one man in this hallway. And we ainβt got nothinβ to say.β
βYou know what? Fuck it. Good seeing you again, man.β I was so fed up I couldnβt even slide my key on the door right. I had so much pent-up anger I could cry, but I donβt even need to cry about this. Shit happens. I finally slid it and activated the lock, opening the door.
Before I slammed it shut, he asked, βWhat is it you wanna talk about?β
I held the door open and said, βYa probably donβt care, but I just wanted us to clear up whatever tension we had in the past so we can move on from it. Thatβs all.β
He grew silent a bit and looked around to see if anyone was coming down this way. The coast was clear, so he ended up sliding through my door and I closed it back. It was getting dark a little bit, so I turned my ceiling light on and he went over to my window to close the blinds. It felt odd seeing him in my presence. It kinda felt like seeing a ghost in my face. I settled down on my bed and said, βYou can sit down anywhere you want.β
He looked at the chair and pulled it out to sit in it. He slouched back and stretched his legs out. βSo whatβs up?β
I sighed and explained to him, βLook, our last conversation did not end well. A lot of stuff was said that I didnβt mean, but I was legit hurt by your reaction to me.β He scoffed a bit and focused on the window outside. βIβm serious, dude. I wasnβt feelin your words towards me.β
βI said what I said,β he snapped at me. βI donβt see how you cainβt get over it when you can. You justβ¦forget about it. Simple shit.β
βBut that donβt explain why you decided to stop hanging with me afterwards. We couldβve hashed it out beforeββ
βBoy, you think anybody gonna take us serious with you beinβ the way you are now,β he interrupted. He pointed outside and said, βWhere we from, thatβs the deep hood. Ainβt nobody like us safe when you suckinβ on niggas like a bitch.β
βNigga, Iβm still the same person as years before.β
βNaw, you ainβt! You say you like bitches and niggas, but you just delirious, my dawg. On folk, I know you be fuckinβ boys more, and thatβs the typa shit thatβs gonna get us both rocked. So you do you and Iβmma do me to save both ourselves.β
βSince when do you care about other peopleβs opinions? I donβt give a fuck about who thinks about what! Half of them βfolkβ in the hood probably banging dudes behind closed doors too. It ainβt a problem with how you feel.β
βI donβ care about what they gotta say about us. Long as they donβ try no sneak shit.β
βSo why canβt we just start over, DaβQuan? I still act the same, dress the same, and goof off the same. Iβm just grown now.β
βIβ¦just understand how you got this way, Dinzel. Yeah, you cool and all, but when you told me that it felt like you were living a lie the whole time. I mean, I donβt get it.β
βI wasnβt living a lie. When I first told you, that was my truth. I spoke to you first βcause I wanted to tell you how it is like a man.β
He rubbed his head a little bit and adjusted the cap on his head. I understand what heβs coming from. When we were hanging out, we were clinginβ like brothers. Almost ride-or-die type of shit. He probably isnβt used to knowing about bisexuality or the whole LBQZ as a whole.
βI understand if you donβt wanna associate with me no more from that. It confuses a lot of people, but Iβm glad we were able to finally kick the dust about it.β He just stayed in silence and stared at the floor. I pushed myself further on the bed and laid against the wall. I didnβt really have much else to say; I was just waiting for an answer.
He eventually raised his head up and asked, βWhatβs it like? You know, being that way?β
βMore or less the same. Just with extra range.β
βI gotcha.β
I strayed the subject away to something about him. I donβt know a thing heβs been up to or anything. βSo how have these past few years been?β
βOh, itβs straight, my guy. Just hustlinβ, stackinβ my money up and shit. What bout you?β
βDoinβ well too. Iβve just been chilling myself. Tryna complete this Psychology stuff, freakinβ around, the good life and all that.β
βFreakinβ around,β he asked, cracking a grin. That was the first time he grinned in my face in a long while. It warmed up the atmosphere a bit.
βYou know Iβm a freak, man,β I replied to the statement. βI didnβt even know you were going here. Whatβs your major?β
βMusic education.β
βThatβs definitely you. I used to see you banginβ on the desk during detention, still getting yo ass in trouble.β
βYeah, boy. I still got it, too. Iβm tryna be a producer or some shit.β
βYou should, forreal. You got that Timbaland-Pharrell beat rhythm.β
He nodded and chuckled a bit. I was enjoying this side of him. This was the old him that I was used to, back when we kicked back in the schoolyard and talked about music, women weβd wanna marry, and all other things. When it got quiet, he hesitated a bit, then called my name,Β βDinzel?β
βYeah,β I answered.
He hesitated again and then looked to the right of him and grabbed my rolled-up bag of Cheetos. He said while opening the bag, βIβm gonβ steal yo chips real quick.β
βHell nah. Them my studying chips.β I hopped up off the bed to try to take them from him and he started hiding them behind his back.
βNigga, get yo ass back. I jusβ wanted half,β he told me playfully. He kept rising them up in the air away from my reach, switchinβ them between hands and doing all these tricks to keep me from grasping it. To throw him off, I put my legs in between his and placed my crotch close to his face. He was like, βGet yo dick outta my face, man!β
βYou gonβ give me the chips?β
βHell nah! Fuck you!β I didnβt give up either. I went the extra mile and climbed over to have his legs be in between mine. Now I was towering over his dick with my ass just a few inches above it. He still was moving the chips around the air, but his eyes were focused down on where my crotch was again. I wasnβt wearing any drawls or anything, so it was probably noticeable he could see what I was packing under my joggers. βYou doinβ some gay ass shit.β
βIβll keep doing it if you donβt give my bag.β His final move was putting it behind the back of the chair again, clutching it between both of his hands. He asked for this. I ended up straddling him with my ass now on his cock reaching for the bag. At this point, I was just teasing him to see what he says. He didnβt say nothing but stare at my face. I tried grabbing both of his wrists, but he had a stronghold on the bag.
A few seconds later, I could feel a feel pokes of his bulge on my ass as he just sat in the chair. It was turning me on, so I ended up rhythmically moving my booty on it to get something out of him. He caught me off-guard when he spoke in his low voice.Β βDamn, Zel. You know how to grinβ on my dick real good.β
βWhat,β I asked him, acting all naive in the moment.
βYou heard what I said.β
βI thought you didnβt like this gay shit.β
βAinβt nobody gotta know. We ainβt fuckinβ. We justβ¦playinβ around.β The thought of him saying that got me so horny. His bulge was now throbbing hard and I could feel that shit in my bootyhole. One thing I loved the most was dry humping and I got the best feelings out of it. I grabbed on his shoulders and started full-on gyrating, up and down, up and down. He dropped the chips and started holding onto my ass.
With each throb, I went a little bit faster on the tempo. He moaned every time I came down, and he started adding to the fun by humping me in the same rhythm. βYou like that shit, donβt you, Quan?β
βFuck. Iβve been wanting to do this to you for a while now,β he told me. The reality of it still didnβt settle in. I was just mad at him a few minutes ago and now Iβm riding his throbbing underwear like the Black Rodeo. He gripped me tighter and started thrusting my junk. The feel of his compressed underwear was making me breathe harder, taking in every hump. I was leaking so bad in my joggers.
βHarder, Quan. Harder,β I demanded him. He went all in on me and I had to cover my mouth from all the pumping. Iβve never seen his dick before, but I bet itβs big. I wanted to see it, but for right now Iβm just enjoying βplayingβ with him. A minute later, he settled down and let me grind on him again. He breathed harder and harder, never letting go of my butt. Without notice, he pulled my joggers down and I stopped.
βWhoa, dude. What are you doing,β I asked him. This was not what I was expecting, but it made me harder.
βKeep goinβ, Zel. Keep goinβ,β he just told me. He rubbed on my bare ass some more while he looked into my eyes. I just resumed humping that dick, and now I can feel the underwear and his boner even more. βIβm so close, bruh.β
βYouβre close?β
βHell yeah.β
βThis ass making you close?β
βYeah.β
βYou like the way I bounce it on your rock-hard boner?β
βYou keep on, you gonβ make me bust in a minute.β
I bounced harder. βOh, yeah? I know you like it rough on that dick. You gonna make me cum too. Slap my ass.β He smacked my right cheek. βSmack it harder.β He smacked the same one harder for me, about 5 times in the same place.
βShit, nigga.β He tilted his head back a bit while I gyrated and bounced back and forth. He clenched his eyes and teeth and let out a few moans in a row, clutching my ass harder with his fingertips. His clutch made cum a few big squirts in my joggers, leaving a wet mark in front of it. I got up off of his crotch and pulled my joggers back up while he looked inside of his underwear. βYou made me bust so good, boy. Fuck.β
βSame here,β I responded. βSo we good?β
He smiled. βYeah, we good.β I dapped him up for the first time in years, and he got up out my seat, leaving a wet mark where his ass was sweating. βI hope nobody heard us.β
βThese walls ainβt too thin. You could literally be screaminβ bloody murder and they won't hear nothin.β
βHold it down, bruh,β he said heading to the door.
βYou too, man. You too.β DaβQuan exited the room and I watched him walk down the hallway to the stairwell. He looked back with his hands in pockets, sagging his pants. He eventually pulled them up and turned his head forward.
A second later, a fine, dark-skinned athlete in the dorm in front of me opened his door and looked at me. He gave me a once-over and smirked, then he walked down the hallway flaunting his big booty in green gym shorts. You know what Iβm thinking?
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