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"Yea right. I’ve pulled that move before. I ain’t stupid."
"Naw, fa real wuzn’t. You my nigga. I wouldn’t do that to ya." He said and
as soon as I looked in those deep brown eyes, I believed him. When he
reached over towards my lap I thought he was going to suck me off again but
instead he reached in the glove compartment and grabbed another blunt. I hit
the Gin again. “ You know if you tell anybody bout I gon kill you. I mean
REALLY kill you.”
“Wudeva nigga,” I said but knew he prolly meant it. I wasn’t gonna tell tho,
no point in doing that. I was just happy I got THIS nigga. I remember
another thing that friend of mine told me.
"You’d be surprised at how many niggas you can have that you never thought
you could." This was a case in point cause I never even suspected that
one-day this two-thirds crazy thug would call out the blue and ask to suck
my dick. We weren’t even that close. He was a friend of another friend of
mine named Rayshawn. I had had him too but I’ll talk bout that later. For a
long time I though Deron didn’t like me very much cause we were so
different. He was a hard to the core. Wouldn’t think twice about putting a
hot one in yo ass fo looking at him the wrong way. Ya know now that I think
about it, maybe I should back up the story some to give yall some better
insight.

Chapter Two:
First of all my name is Victor but everybody calls me Vic. I’m 22 years old,
six foot two and weighing in at a buck seventy-five. My grandma refers to me
as "a long drink of water." I got reddish brown skin, juicy lips, and a
small but surprisingly firm ass. I’m clean faced but I don’t shave. I got
beginners locks on my head but although I’m half-Jamaican I don’t intend on
letting them turn into full-fledged dreads. Did I leave any thing out? Oh,
yeah, I got a nine-inch long two and a half-inch thick slab of tube steak.
Oh yes, I puts a hurting on the booty hole. I live in a small town outside
of Chicago and it’s boring as fuck. One of my best friends is Rayshawn (my
other best friend is in jail). His from the Chi but moved here went he was
about six or seven. Best way to describe his looks is a light skinned Tupac
with a better body and a crooked bottom row of teeth. They ain’t that bad
but they take away from his appearance. That boy got some bomb ass fa sho.
Once I laid this pipe on him he couldn’t get enough.
We met about seven years ago. Him and some other guys from the hood were
playing basketball on my block. They were using my guy Red’s court (who I
also boned. Yea, I’m a busy man). He had his shirt off and the sweat
dripping off of him accentuated every muscle on him. He had these beautiful
cloudy brown eyes (he was born with Glaucoma but he had it treated) and the
most perfect pink lips. He was playing in some thin ballin shorts and
boxers. That dick was just flopping all round every time he moved. I was
cutting the grass with my shirt off, sweating up a storm. By the time I was
threw with our three lawns Ray and a couple other guys asked if that could
get a drink of water from the hose. I had a hose he could put his mouth on
all right. We were about sixteen then but never met cause we went to
different schools. I went and grabbed the hose (I was a bit thirsty myself).
I took a drink first and handed Ray the hose. He took a few sips and turns
the hose on himself. Wetting his shorts till they lung to his well-defined
body. Mark (another not bad looking brother but I never got him in bed)
tried to snatch the hose and Ray turned it on him. When Ray was through with
Mark I could easily tell he was wearing briefs. The other guy named Darrel
stepped back as to not involve himself in their horseplay. Seeing them
drenching wet and all their "bizness" out in the street was making me
really, really horny. I was struggling to keep my hard on down. I got a
half-stiffy when I told Ray to give me the hose and he did. Wet me from head
to toe. My dick was still half-hard (Ya know when it’s almost full but
dangles like you’re soft). Ray’s eyes widened when he saw it. He covered him
mouth before he could say "DAMN!" Mark and Darrel looked too with near equal
surprise. We just stood there for a second. I snatched the hose back.
"What cha go and do that for?" I asked Ray.
"I’m sorry, dude. I just got carried away. My name’s Ray and this is my guy
Mark, and that dry ass no pussy getting nigga over there is Darrel."
"Fuck you nigga" Darrel spat back. "I waxed yo mama ass!" Mark and me
laughed a bit at that.
"I’m Vic, nice to met yall," I said trying hard as hell not to stare at Ray
and Mark’s dicks which were just showing through their wet shorts.
"Sorry to wet ya, but its ninety-something degrees out here. You’ll be dry
in no time. You ball, Vic?" Ray asked.
"Not much," I said. It was true. I had the height but I also had the skill
of a four-year-old girl. I throw up more bricks than construction workers
do.
"Wanna play? We short one guy." Ray asked.
"Only if I could be on the opposite team so I could stick you," I thought to
myself but I said "Aight."
"Yo, can a nigga get some water first? I’m sweating dust now." Darrel asked.
I handed him the hose. He drank and bent over to run the water on the back
of his head. He stood up and shoo his head splashing water ‘round like a wet
dog and handed me back the hose. "Thanks dog. I needed that."
"Come on then. Let’s ball!" Ray said and headed to the court. I put the hose
up and followed.
"Let’s shoot for teams," Mark said when I arrived.
"Aight, I’ll shoot first," Ray said. He hit it. I was next up. I missed (on
purpose of course). Mark missed. Darrel hit. Fine by me. D took the ball
out, I was sticking Ray (not in the other sense, yet).Chapter three:
We shot to see who would take the ball out. Ray shot first. Nothing but net.
“It’s gon be like that all day baby!” Ray said as Darrel checked the ball.
Ray passed it in to Mark and tried to make a break for the basket. I cut him
off quickly. Mark was a good 30 pounds heavier than Darrel and was have no
problem back him into the imaginary paint. Mark tried to fake a spin move
and Darrel stole the ball before Mark knew what happened. What Darrel lacked
in size he made up for with handles. He took the ball back out and waited
for Mark to come get it. I made my way over to the basket and Ray contested.
The smell of sweat, heat, and Cool Water drifted in my nose as Ray pressed
his muscular arm against my chest. Damn, I wanted to bone him right there on
the court. Darrel was dribbling his ass off. It was almost like he was
dancing. In between the legs, across the back, a crossover fake, a spin to
the left. Mark backed up to cut him off from the rim. Darrel quickly spun to
the other side and drove to the basket. I pushed Ray out the way and let
Darrel come in. Mark went up with him ready to swat his shit. He passed me
the ball in the air and I threw up a simple lay-up.
“Uhhh! Yall ain’t fuckin’ wit us!” Darrel yelled.
“Yea, yea, we let yall get two points so yall don’t feel bad when we mop yo
ass.” Mark replied.
“Fuck that. You got left. Next time I gon break ya ankles.” Darrel laughed.
I took the ball out. Ray stood in front of me waving his arms looking sexy
as hell. I could barely keep my mind on the game. Darrel cut behind him and
I shot him a bounce pass. Mark got in front of him. No sooner than Mark got
in position Darrel blew past him. I ran up behind him in case of a rebound.
Darrel threw up a finger roll and Mark rose up behind him and pinned it on
the glass. He came hugging the ball in the same manner I wanted to hug Ray,
tightly. He immediately went up and dunked on Darrel.
“Nah wut, nigga?” Mark said in Darrel’s face.
“Man, you back the fuck up befo’ you git smacked the fuck up,” Darrel
retorted pushing Mark out of his face.
“Don’t be mad, just beware,” Mark laughed as he backed up to take the ball
out. Ray ran up to Mark and received the pass. I held me arms out trying to
keep him from driving to the basket. I was a bit taller than him and was to
try my best to send whatever shot he tried to the moon. Ray tried to spin to
the left but I got in front of him. He didn’t have the handles that Darrel
had. None of that fancy shit. He tried to fake me to the right but I didn’t
fall for it. Mark was under the rim waiting. Ray turns around and backed
that ass right into my crotch. My dick was ready to jump from limp to full
boner in 2.5 seconds. I was so tempted to just grab him waist and dry hump
the nigga. I backed up before he could feel my excitement and turned and hit
a fade away shot. Nothing but net.
“Mouthed ‘em!” he cheered looking me in the eye. He gives me the sweetest
smile I had seen to date. Damn, I had to have this nigga. To make a long
story short, Ray and Mark whooped our asses by 10 points. Mostly from Ray
playing me stupid. After the game was over my guy Red came back from
wherever the hell he went. Red was black as if he was handcuffed to the sun.
Standing at about six feet even and weight in at around 200 pounds he was a
stocky nigga. He was also from Chicago but his moms moved back to her old
house in the hood since the previous tenant died. He was wearing some Tims,
black Fubu jeans with striped black and white Fubu T-shirt. His nipples
poked thru the tight shirt. A little sweat beaded on his sexy bald dome. He
has some peach fuzz on his chin but you couldn’t tell unless you were right
up on him.
“Wuz up fellaz? Who lost?” he said with a grin. Against his black skin his
smile shone bright as the sun.
“We did. Me and Darrel.” I said. Darrel went to go get some more water, Ray
and Mark were across the street sitting on Mark’s Grand Am.
“You think you could in for a second and help me with my homework?” Red
asked. Red was planning on being a doctor when he got out of school. I know
what he really meant. He wanted to study some anatomy. He gave me that smile
again and licked his juicy pink lips. How could I say no?
“I’ll be right back fellaz. Don’t hurt nobody.” I said as to the guys as I
entered Red’s house. It was empty.
His moms was still at work and his sister was nowhere to be found. I closed
and locked the front door then Red turned around and lays a kiss on my lips.
He starts sucking on my neck as I undid his pants and got a hold of that fat
joint.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he said. So we did.
What to do

He led me by the hand into the bedroom with the look of lust in his eyes. I loved that look. He opened the door to the bedroom and pointed to the bed. I sat down and he turned on the stereo and left the room. I was a bit taken back by that. I wondered what he had in mind. I took my clothes off and Twista’s “Get it wet” played. By the time I got to my boxers Red came back. He was wearing some leather breakaway pants, a silk shirt and a robe. He switched the stereo over to another CD, Celly Cel’s “It’s going down tonight” (his ONLY good song). Red stepped in front of me, put his hands behind his head and began swaying his hips from side to side. I looked him up and down as my joint got on rock. He stepped closer to me and slipped off the robe. The silk shirt was sleeveless and showed off his muscular arms. I reached for him and he slapped my hands away and smiled. I leaned back on my elbows pitching a tent in my shorts as he danced. I could see his dick
getting hard beneath the breakaways. He took off the shirt and threw it at
my face; it was covered in his scent, cologne and sweat. The low light
shimmered off of his broad chest and tight abs. He stepped closer,
straddling me, and told me with his index finger to “Come here”. I sat up
and he rested his arms on my shoulders and began to pop that dick towards my
face. I grabbed two handfuls of ass and kissed him below his belly button
and above the top of his pants. He started to back away from me and I
snatched the breakaways off of him. He was wearing one of those jock straps
with an animal on the front. It was an elephant and its “trunk” was pointed
at me. I almost laughed it was so cute. I grabbed the trunk and began to
stroke it. I could hear Red’s moan through the music. He pushed me back and
pulled my boxers off. My dick was throbbing hard and leaking pre-cum. Then
he went down on me. Oh my goodness this boy could suck dick. He could have
been Bill Clinton’s best friend. I rubbed his slick baldhead as he polished
my knob. Red twisted and tickled my nipples as he sucked down on my inches.
I took his head and got a faster rhythm going. I could my orgasm tuning up,
and then Red gagged on my dick. “You Aight?” I asked.
“Yeah * coff * I’m iight. Hold up.” Red got up and went over to his dresser.
He got a rubber and some lube, turned to me a smiled. He ripped the condom
open with his teeth, put it in his mouth and skillfully (I taught him how)
put it on my dick. He put some lube in his hands and massaged my throbbing
member. By that time my orgasm reset itself or I would have busted a nutt
right then. I turned him around and he bent over, spreading his cheeks. I
put some lube on my fingers and smeared it on his “brown eye,” he moaned
with approval. I slid in two fingers and he clinched up for a second but
eventually relaxed. I got to working circles in that ass while jacking him
off and licking his balls. Red started really breathing heavy and moaning.
“Fuck me, Vic. Fuck me right now!” he nearly shouted. I stood up and aimed
his towards the bed. Red climbed into bed on all fours and put that dip in
his back, pointing his hole to the sky. I climbed in bed behind him; he eyed
me as I slid in between those chocolate cheeks. He buried his head in the
pillow and let out a long pleasurable moan. Then someone knocked on the
front door. “Damn!” Red yelled.
“Aw Shit!” I said pulling out of him. We both jumped out the bed searching
for out clothes. Red threw on some jogging pants and a tee and headed for
the door. I started putting on my clothes listening for who was at the door.
“Who is it?” I heard Red say. “It’s Ray, man.” Red opened the door. “We was about to leave, you want us to
leave the court out?”
“Uh…yea, I’ll get it later.”
“Aight then boi, tell Vic I’ll holla at him later.”
“Will do.” Red said and closed the door. He came back in the room with his
dick stretching the fabric of his jogging pants.
“I hope Ray didn’t see that.” I said look at his cock. He looked down and
smiled.
“Nah, I keep it under control.” I stepped behind him and shoved him on the
bed. He landed ass up.
“You gon gimmie dat ass boi!” I said in a deep voice and slapped him on the
ass. He looked back and smiled.
“No, please don’t” he said giggling. I grabbed his jogging pants and
snatched them off his black ass. He put up a light struggle softly yelling
“No, no, no!” I took my pants and draws off, my dick was throbbing and
practically spitting pre-cum. “No, please sir. Don’t my anal virginity!” He
laughed.
“Shut up, bitch!” I said and slapped him on the ass again. His hole was
still slick and shiny. I grabbed the lube and re-slicked my dick. I had Red
bent over the edge of the bed, when I put the head next to his hole he waved
his hands trying to push me back. I grabbed his wrist and pinned them behind
his back. He let me of course. I’d never be able to hold the big nigga down
if he didn’t want me to. “You gon take this dick and you gon tell me how
much you love it!” I half shouted and slide my dick in that soft tight ass.
He let out a loud moan as I made him take it all that way to my balls.
“Oh God, it’s so big, Uhhh!” he yelped as I started tapping that ass. I hit
it hard and fast still holding on to his wrist. He liked it like that. He
started throwing dat ass back at me and hollering my name. I felt that
familiar tingle in my balls letting me know I was about to nutt. I pulled
out and with guttural roar shot a cup and a half full of nutt in the crack
of his ass. Catching my breath I looked up and saw Ray staring in the
window.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" I thought to myself as I watched Ray disappear from the
window. Red was fingering himself saying, "I want some more." I was already
in the process of getting my clothes back on as fast as I could.
"No can do, Red. You'll have to help yaself." I said almost falling on his
stereo trying to put on my shoes.
"What's the matter, Vic?" Red asked stroking his dick. "You can't hang with
this ass, huh?" Normally that statement would have made jump back in the ass
but I really wasn't listening now.
"Nah, I gotta handle some bizness, pronto."
"So you gon just treat me like a hoe? Bust a nutt and leave?" He actually
sounded mad. I'll deal with him later.
"You invited me in. I gotta go, I'll holla at you later."
"Don't let the doorknob hit you where you won't let me stick you, bitch!"
"Wudeva, nigga." I said as I opened the front door. When I got outside,
everybody was gone. The court was gone too. I had to find Ray, I had been
too careful too long for this nigga, despite how fine he was, to fuck up my
rep. I fucked hoes when I had to prove a point but like Snoop, I never loved
dem hoes. Now Ray had an eyewitness account of my extracurricular behavior.
Where was this fucker at? Then I heard someone snicker behind me. I spun
around and saw Ray walk down the driveway.
"Hello, Vic or is it Big Vic? No, I got it, Big Gay Vic." Ray said with a
sly grin on his face.

"Fuck you!" I said without thinking. I didn't want to make this situation worse. "You wish you could. I felt yo dick getting hard when we was ballin'. Speaking of that, I put the court up for you. I figured you'd be too tired
to do it yourself. I mean, after fuckin' ol' boy up the ass and all."
"So what?" I said tried to hide my uneasiness. "So what? So what are you going to give me to keep my mouth shut?"
"I'll give you some dick in the mouth." I wanted to say but instead I said
"This is about money, huh? How much?"
"You think this about money?"
"Isn't it?" "Hell yea it is. Gimmie five hundred and I won't tell the hood about you and Red. Red's a big nigga. He'd prolly whoop yo ass if you let this out." He
said with a chuckle. "He'd whoop yo ass if I told him to."
"Maybe, but then I'd tell fa sho." I fell silent. I didn't have five hundred
dollars. Then, Red's stepped out the front door, still looking pissed. "Hi,
Red. I put the court up for ya. E'rybody went to the beach. Shore to shore
hoes, I know you going." "I'm going to work." Red said walking, not looking at either of us. "Didn't you just get off?" Ray asked. Red looked back confused opening his car door.

"Huh?" Red asked.
"Didn't you just get off work?" Ray replied.
"I thought I did, guess I was wrong." Red said as he got in the car and
skirted off.
"Uptight isn't he? Guess you didn't fuck him too good. Now, back to my
money." He said.
"I ain't got five hundred, Ray. Not even close."
"You better find it then."
"How bout I get you some hoes?" I said. I had hoes that would do damn near
anything I tell them, plus they wouldn't have a problem throwing him some
pussy. Shit, I wanted to fuck the nigga.
"Like I can't get my own hoes."
"I'm talking off the meter freaky bitches." He rubbed his chin and thought
about it.
"Nah, I'll take the money."

WHAT TO DO pt 6
"It's all about the ben-gees?" I said. I was stalling, trying to find a less
expensive out to this situation. Then I remembered something I noticed when
I first stepped out the house.
"Yup. Cash rules everythang around me."
"So you didn't like watching? It didn't turn you on to watch me wear that
ass out?" I said licking my lips and looked him in the eye.
"Hell naw!" Ray said, unconsciencely grabbing his piece and looking away. I
stepped closer re-establishing eye contact.
"I think you did. I think you liked seeing this long fat dick slide up in
Red's tight juicy ass." I said stroking my dick. "Hearing him moan like that
gave you a hard on. You wished it was you taking all this dick, didn't you?"
I said trying to muster up all the sexiness I could lace in my voice. Ray
was trying to hide it but his dick was getting hard again like when he came
down the driveway with his dick half-erect.
"Naw, man. It ain't even like that." Ray said with a deep breath. I could
tell he was trying to gain control of his manhood.I smiled.
"Yea, you did. You want me to tap that ass? Give you some skully too." I
stepped closer. My dick was rock hard now; I wanted to make sure he saw it.
I still had on my jogging pants, so it was easy to see. I saw his eyes dance
back and forth between my face and my dick. "It ain't even gotta be like
this. If you wanted some dick all ya had to do was ask." I stepped closer,
he stepped back. His hard dick was tenting his shorts and he was breathing
heavy, I was getting to him.
"Dick.I mean Vic." He started to say but I pushed him on the wall and got
right in his face. Our dicks were rubbing on each other. I could smell the
sweet sweat aroma mixed with his deodorant. I reached down a lightly ran my
hand across the length of his shaft and he shook a little. Not bad, he had a
nice piece it seemed.
"Why don't we go back to my crib?"
"You, you just trying to fuck me."
"Yea I am. We ain't gotta fuck but I know you wanna get that nutt out. Don't
wanna waste a hard-on, right? I can help you with that." I said as palmed
and handful of that soft ass. "You scared of dick or something?"
"I ain't been with no nigga before. I.. uh.jacked my cousin off on time tho.
He made me do it."
"But you kinda liked it, didn't you? I ain't gon hurt you. I know what I'm
doing. I'll treat ya real good. Come on before some of these nosey neighbors
see us grinding on each other."
"I don't know about this. I don't even know you like that."
"Come on, you just tried to blackmail me. Now you can get what you really
wanted. What ya got to lose besides your virginity?"

If anyone else was in the house they would have heard Ray hollering like a
little girl while I was waxing that ass. I had a flick playing on the TV
next to my bed, which has a mirror attached to the other side, and Ray's
legs in the air. I love watching myself break in new ass. His shit was super
tight on my dick. He couldn't take it when I tried to go deep so I gave him
half the dick and he was still scratching my back up. It took him a while to
relax at first, clamping his cheeks together when his felt the head against
his lubed hole. I gave him some head to start, slowly sucking on the head
and flicking my tongue on the underside. When he started getting into it I
put some lube on my finger and slid it in his ass.
"Ooh shit, wait!" he said clenching his ass around my finger. I started suck
with long slow strokes till he calmed down. When he stopped clamping I made
circles with my finger opening up that virgin hole. He held my head as I
deep throated him and slid another finger in his ass. "Damn, Vic..
Ahh.ahh.shit" was pretty much the gist of what he said most of the time. I
dipped my cock in some lube and slid u in him raw. Ray locked his legs round
my neck and kept pushing abs too keep me from going too deep. I leaned
forward putting his knees on his chest and dug deep in that boy pussy. When
he stopped pushing me back some much I pinned his arms at his sides and made
him take it down to the balls. "OH GOD, VIC! VIC!" is all I heard from that
point on. I pulled out and could see I loosened that hole well. Ray was out
of breath and I guess he thought I was done. "Man, I ain't know you laid it
down like that. It feels like yo dick still in my shit." I just smiled and
started turning him over on his stomach. "Whoa, dude, I can't take anymore."
He said but got on all fours anyway. I pushed my hand down on the small of
his back and opened up dem cheeks. "Vic, please" Ray said as I stuck my dick
up in his as. It went in easy. His toes curled as he throws his head back
and moaned. I began with slow long stroke, getting my rhythm then I hit it
hard and fast. I slapped him on the ass and said, "Who's ass is this? Huh?
Who's ass is this?"
"It's yo ass, Vic, it's yo ass!" he said, but I already knew that.

WHAT TO DO pt 7
Ray lay sleep or recuperating (however you want to look at it), in my bed
while I showered. The sheet and covers where all crumpled and balled up
around him as he lay stretched out looking like a centerfold pose. His ass
still glistened from the oil as the light from the TV reflected off him. As
I scrubbed myself self down I replayed the past forty-five minutes in my
head. That had been some off the best ass I've had in a while, if not the
best. I shouldn't have boned him raw though. That was stupid. I knew better
but some of yall know how I feel. You just couldn't/wouldn't help yaself.
The hot water stung the deep scratches he put on my back and neck. He even
scratched my ass one good time. I'll make sure his nails are clipped before
I do him again. I did my dick stretching exercises before I decided to get
out. I got out the shower and dried off looking at myself in the mirror. The
image was foggy due to all the steam. I used the towel to wipe it away and
took a good look at myself. My eyes typically look dark deep brown but when
the light shown in them they turn to a real soft brown, I wished they looked
like that all the time. I need a haircut too. I grabbed the baby oil and
began to rub myself down. I hated being ashy. Plus it made my muscles shine
(not that I had very many, mainly just a six pack). When I got to oil my
dick I thought of Steve, an old friend who bent over this very sink that day
my parents let him spend the night. He had an amazing body to be so young.
We were about 14 or 15 at the time. We were all sweaty from playing football
and needed to take a shower. Since it was my house I was going to take mine
first. While I was in the shower, Steve walked in the bathroom saying he had
to piss really badly. I told him ok, just don't flush the toilet. He was
like, iight, unzipped his pants and pissed. I heard him finish draining his
lizard but he continued to stand at the toilet. "Shake it more than twice
and you're playing with it," I said with a laugh. He said I know and zipped
up his pants. Then he peeped into the shower. I pretended not to notice.
"Hurry up. You gonna use up all the hot water," He said as I heard him
taking off his clothes. "I'll be out in a sec," I replied. Then he stepped
in the shower with me. He had balls. From what got to see then, big balls.
"I know you. You'll take too long on purpose." Steve said and took the soap
from me. Steve was as black as you could get. About 5'6 at the time and had
a decent amount of weight on him. His chest was nicely chiseled and had abs
to match. His skin was smooth and blemish free. He wasn't all that in the
face but he had a beautiful wide smile that belonged in Pepsi commercials.
He wore glasses; he didn't wear them in the shower of course. He was
squinting and looked like he had some Chinese in him. He turned around and
began to lather up. His ass was perfectly round and juicy. Until this very
day I didn't know Steve had it going on like that. He even had a fat dick. I
think he was the closest to my dick size besides the one guy that had me
beat. I stepped close behind him and grabbed the hand that held the soap and
helped him lather up. I loved the feeling of his muscles beneath my
fingertips. He pressed his ass on my dick as I played with his nipples and
sucked on his ear. I worked my way down to his abs while my hard dick
sandwiched its way between his cheeks like a polish and a bun. Then I got to
the dick. Boy, his dick was fat. It had to be at least two inches thick. It
wasn't very long but it made up for it in girth. I helped him stroke it
while I sucked on his neck and he grinded his ass on my dick. By now we had
used up all the hot water, I tensed up as the icy droplets hit my back. We
quickly got out the shower; Steve laughed at me cause of the way I jumped. I
grabbed his face and shoved my tongue down his throat. He let me for a
second then pushed me off. "I don't kiss niggas." He said then grabbed me by
the dick and pulled me close to him. "I fuck them." At this point in time I
never had been boned. The couple of guys I had been with were more than
happy to take dick and leave. "So do I," I replied. And turned him around.
He reached behind and grabbed my dick again. "You do me and I do you, bet?"
I thought about it and agreed. I was going to try and make him to wore out
the do his end of the deal. I bent him over the sink in front of the mirror
and slapped on some Vaseline. He looked at me in the mirror and smile till I
stuck the head in. He closed his eyes and his mouth turned into an "O".
Before I could slide more in he pushed back and did it himself. He took it
till he got to the last inch or so and could take anymore. Steve rocked back
and forth gradually speeding up and throwing it back harder. He'd open his
eyes and yelp when I went too deep. The ass felt good, soft and tight. Not
as tight as the other guys I'd been with, his was more like pussy to me.
Before I knew it I was about to bust. Steve felt it to and tightened up his
ass and rode me faster. "Don't nutt in my ass, Vic." He said. I immediately
pulled out and skeeted on his back, ass, and thighs. He stood up, turned to
me and said with a smile, "My turn."

WHAT TO DO chapter 8 Vic Demone

"Yo turn my ass!" I said. I wasn't bout to give it up. For one: I was scared
of this nigga dick. I ain't neva been dicked down and his shit was fat as
hell. Two: I was kinda pissed I came so quickly. I wanted to redeem myself.
"That what I'm talking bout. My turn in yo ass," He said with that sexy ass
smile. He started rubbing my ass and sucking on my neck. I clinched my ass
shut when I felt his finger on my hole. "Man, I know you ain't gon play me
like that, Vic. This is ya boy, you gon straight treat me like hoodrat?" "It
ain't like that, Stevo. It's just." "It's just what? You scared or sumthin?
You wasn't gon let me hit from jump, wuz you? I outta beat yo ass! You was
playing me to the left off burl." "Nigga, chill the fuck out. I just ain't
neva got dicked before. Not sure if I want to." "Then you shoulda said that
instead of that 'I hit it then you hit it' bullshit. Just cuz you fucked me
don't make me a bitch." "I never said you were a bitch." "But you just tried
to play me like one." "Aight, I'm sorry. Damn." "So then, you gon let me
work you out, right?" "Man." "Come on, nigga. I ain't gon hurt ya. I know
how to handle my biz." He started rubbing my ass again then gave me the
softest kiss on the lips. "You ain't gon make a nigga beg is you?" He was
using his other hand to play with my dickhead, the shit feel good. I tingled
from his hot breath in my ear. "Huh? You want me to beg, Vic? Aight,
pleeeeese? Pretty pretty please?" He was jacking me so good I forgot about
his finger, which he slid in my ass. I immediately went tight. "Ouch!" I
yelped. "Shhh, just relax. It always hurts a little at first." He said and
kissed me again. I could feel his finger sliding in and out slowly and
making circles in my ass. He hit one spot that felt so good I almost
scratched him. "Yea, boy. You like that don't you? Tell me you like it."
"Mmm, yea, I like it. Ouuu!" He slid another finger in. "That's it. You
almost ready." Damn, he was really working my ass with his fingers, but I
was still scared of the dick. He stopped jacking me off and began oiling his
dick. My heart began pounding in my chest. No turning back now. "Go get on
the bed." He pulled his fingers out my hole but it still felt like they were
in there. I walked to the bed looking over my shoulder, watching him. I
climbed on the bed and got on all fours. "Nah, nigga. Get on ya back. I
wanna see ya face." I rolled over on my back and he grabbed my legs and
throws them on his shoulders. His dick looked like it got bigger. He leaned
down on me and asked "you ready?" I looked at his dick then looked back at
him and nodded. "AHHHH!" I screamed as he put the head in. He stopped and
just stared at me. It felt like my asshole was stretching to the point of
ripping. He slid more in. My grip tightened on his shoulders. I wondered why
those other guys let me fuck them. This didn't feel too good. In fact, it
hurt like hell. Steve started fucking me with half of his dick. Slowly and
genteelly. After a while the pain mostly went away. I was moaning with every
stoke. Then he slid in more dick. Then all of it. I could feel his huge
balls slapped on my back. I tried to control the moans, tried not to sound
like a bitch, but I couldn't and he knew it. "Yea, you like this dick. Don't
ya, huh?" He said and slapped my ass. "Yes, Steve, Yes!" "Uh-uh, call me
daddy," He said and fucked me harder. I tried to but all that came out my
mouth was "uh uh uh uh uh" He slowed down and gave me some hard long stokes,
"say it, say this is daddy's ass" "This .uh..mmm.this is D..daddy's ass..uh"
"Hell yeah, hell yeah!" Then started fuck fast and hard then, I knew he was
coming. He pulled out and nutted all over my chest and belly. My ass felt
loose and used. "Did you like it?" Steve asked. I wasn't sure. First it hurt
like hell, then it felt iight, then it hurt and felt good, and now my ass
hurts and I feel like I gotta shit. "I don't know, Stevo." I explored my
hole with my finger. It was tender as all get out. "I think I gotta shit." I
got up and went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. My hole was so tender
I was scared to even try and shit. Steve walked in and wiped his dick off. I
saw tiny red streaks on the towel. "You made me bleed?" He almost looked
surprised when he looked at the towel. "Oh, sorry, man. Yo shit tight that a
muthafucka. Guess it was a little too tight. You'll be iight. You ain't make
nobody bleed before?" "Not that I know of. I ain't seen no blood on my dick.
Shit sometimes but not blood." Needless to say, I ain't got fucked for a
long time after that. Years.
I put my clothes back on and woke Ray up. "You wanna shower?" "Mmm, yea.
Aye, Vic, did yo ass hurt after yo first time?" "Hell yeah. Felt like I had
to shit too." "Did you like it?" "What, having to shit?" "Naw," he laughed,
"getting fucked." "Um.. Not really. It was iight. Not my thing tho. Did
you?" He just smiled and got in the shower. "You gonna wash my back or
what?"

Chapter 9:

I waited a second before I entered the shower, for some reason I wanted to
take it slow. He was facing the wall when I got in. Lathering himself in
non-existent soap, his body glistened under the steamy streams of water. I
softly caressed him for behind. He was shorter than I was. I could almost
rest my chin on top of his head. His skin felt like silk as I ran my fingers
all over his body. Every bulge and curve of his muscular body fascinated me.
My dick was sandwiched between his ass cheeks trying desperately to enter
his warm inviting hole. I hated trying to fuck in the shower; all the
lubricant gets washed away. I turned him around and kissed him deeply. I
usually don’t kiss niggas either but something bout this nigga made wanna do
a lot of shit I don’t normally do. I kissed my way down his chest, down his
stomach, down thru the jungle, and onto his lovely love muscle. He pulled
on my hair as I sucked him stupid. I don’t know how long I was down there;
it seemed like forever and an instant, when I felt him building up to blow.
I pulled off and the last possible moment. I could feel the warm gooey stuff
splash against my face under the running water. “Damn, Vic, ain’t nobody
suck my dick like you.” “Wudeva nigga.” I said as I turned him around again.
“What ya doin Vic?” I didn’t answer with words. I just parted his cheeks
like the Red Sea and tickled his hole with my tongue. He almost fell. “Damn!
What the h-h-h-h-hh-ahhh.” I never licked a niggas ass before but like I
said, he made me wanna do a lot of shit I don’t do. I’ve had my ass eat out
so I tried to do what they did. Apparently it was working; his knees got so
weak he might as well have been sitting on my face. I mean seriously, the
boy was shaking. I really started to get into it then, licking all around
and in his hole. He grabbed the top of the shower trying to stay upright.
We must have been in the shower for a while cuz the water started to get
cold. I slapped Ray on the ass and told him to get back in the bedroom. I
turned off the water and didn’t bother to dry off. I walked in the room and
Ray was already on all fours, ready for the dick. “Uh-uh,” I said, “you gon
ride it this time.” I lay down with my feet to the mirror. I wanted to see
his ass on my dick from both angles. Ray straddled me as I lubed up my dick.
I aimed for his hole and he lightly sat on it. He still couldn’t take it
all but he was doin a lot better. I gripped his soft round ass as he rode
me; every now and then I would meet his downstroke with an upstroke making
him take more dick. He’d tense up and claw my chest every time I did that.
“Damn, I ain’t know dick could feel so good.” He said and he rode my harder.
I loved watching his chest bounce as he pogo’d on my pole. I sat up and
wrapped my arms around him, making him take the entire dick. He bit my neck
to keep from screaming. I kinda liked that. Then his beeper went off.
“Ignore it.” I said, dragging him down harder on my dick.
“Uh-uh, that might be a sale,” he said in between moans.
“It can wait.”
“It could be my woman. If I don’t call her back she’ll think I was up to
something.”
“Can I get a nutt first?”
“Then hurry up nigga.” I smacked him on the ass.
“Who you raising your voice at?” I said as I fucked him harder, faster, and
deeper.
“Stop man, stop!” Ray yelled. I slowed down, I couldn’t stop.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. He got off me, grabbed his clothes and ran in the
bathroom. I looked down and this nigga shit all on my dick. “Aw hell naw!
Nigga you shit on me! You got shit on my sheets!”
“Man, lemmie use yo phone.” He replied from the bathroom.
“Fuck a phone! You shit on me!”
“You fucked me in the ass, what did you think was gon come out, oatmeal? I
ain’t do it on purpose. Just let me use the phone, iight?” I couldn’t
believe this; I ain’t neva got shit on. It was that loose baby type shit on
top of that. I got up and throw him the cordless.
“Here you monkey nutt muthafucka!”
“I said I was sorry nigga, damn! Calm yo pussy.”
“Calm my what? Nigga I outta . . . you gon clean this shit up.”
“Iight just gimmie a minute.” While he was talking on the phone I went to
the laundry room to get a rag to clean my dick off. When I came back Ray was
fully dressed and wiping up shit with some wet paper towels. “We can’t do
this no more, Vic.”
“You damn right you betta not shit on me no mo.”
“Naw nigga, we can’t fuck around no mo. I ain’t no fuckin’ fag. My fucking
ass hurts, this shit ain’t cool.”
“Well fuck you too. I didn’t rape yo punk ass, you gave it up and I beat it
up. That’s what I do.”
“Man, bye. I’ll holla.” And with that he left. I ain’t see him again for two
weeks.

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