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“Baller Trade”
It was a late Thursday night and I was on Jack’d trying to get into some shit. I mainly fucked around with girls, but I loved sucking dick so every now and then I get on Jack’d to find dudes in my area who love getting head. Most of the dudes on there were playing games that night but one nigga hit me up claiming that I could do anything to him if I paid him fifty dollars. I was going to ignore him but I noticed he was extremely close to my location. When he sent me his number, I assumed he was for real and called him.
“Wassup,” answered a deep voice on the other end after only one ring. “I’m Dex.”
“Wassup, I’m Ray,” I said back. “You need fifty dollars for real?”
“Yeah, bruh.”
“How I know this ain’t a setup or something?”
“You on the Cal U campus, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So am I. Listen, I ain’t never did no shit like this before so I need to know I can trust you. I’m on the basketball team so I can’t let this shit get out.”
“You’re on the basketball team with Jack’d on your phone?”
“I just downloaded the app tonight because I really need the money, man. Can I trust you?”
“You can, bruh. I’m DL.”
“Cool. You wanna pick me up behind the athletic dorm? I can walk somewhere and you can pick me up also.”
“I can pick you up behind the athletic dorm. Let me go to the ATM and get the money out first though. I can’t do it with you in the car. I don’t know you like that.”
“A’ight, that’s cool. Just hit me back up when you on the way so I can walk down and wait.”
“Okay.” I ended the call and quickly grabbed my wallet and keys.
I didn’t know what to make of it all as I left my apartment near campus. I’d sucked a few dicks in the area but never a student, let alone one of the student-athletes. I kept feeling like it was all some setup or a game, but I had to go for it because my dick was already hard at the thought of tasting some baller dick. So, I headed to the Walgreens store up the street from my apartment because it had an ATM that didn’t charge a withdrawal fee. I got fifty dollars out of my account and put it in my wallet before pulling off.
Me (Ray)
“I’m on the way,” I told him on the phone as I headed back towards campus. “I’m in a black Hyundai.”
“Okay,” he said back. “I’m walkin’ down now.”
When I got to campus, I drove to the athletic dorm building and parked in the back. When I saw a tall dude with a fade walking towards my car, I automatically knew it was him and unlocked my doors for him. He climbed in and I immediately knew who he was. His name was Dexter Grant and he really was on the basketball team. He looked at me and smiled as he asked, “You know a place to park so we won’t get caught?”
Dexter Grant
I laughed a little as I replied, “Yeah, I know a spot.”
He pulled out his phone to look at something and I drove away from the back of the building. There was a spot near the library that I always parked at to jackoff or suck dudes off at, so I drove there and parked my car. I turned the car off and waited for him to be done doing whatever he was doing on his phone. When he stopped, he looked up at me and smiled again.
“You got the money?” he asked.
“I got it,” I answered. “But how I know you won’t just take it and punch me or some shit?”
He reclined his seat back a little and then grabbed my hand. He made me put my hand into his Adidas sweatpants and touch his soft dick. “You still think I’ma hurt you?”
I quickly remembered he said he was willing to do anything for the money, so I took my hand out his sweatpants and said, “Get naked.”
“Get naked?”
“Yeah.”
“What if somebody walk by?”
“At this time of night? Bruh, nobody ever walks by out here. I park out here all the time to jackoff and nobody be out here. And we’d see them come from behind that wall over there if they do. If you get naked, I’ll give you the money.”
He just stared at me for a little while and then shrugged his shoulders. He pulled his shirt off first and then took off his shoes. He wasn’t wearing underwear so when he pulled down his sweatpants, his semi-hard dick was right there and it had my mouth watering. He even took off his socks even though I didn’t tell him to. Now, he was completely naked. Being naked must have gotten him horny because his dick grew hard instantly. After I handed him the money, he started playing with his big dick while looking at me.
“You gonna suck this dick or nah, nigga?” he asked while stroking that big dick.
I leaned over and stuffed that pretty chocolate dick in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked dick in like a month so I was enjoying every single bit of it. He got harder and harder while I was deep throating him. He had to have just showered because that dick smelled and tasted so fresh. He spread his legs a little and naturally, I went right for his low-hanging balls.
“Fuck, bruh,” he moaned as I sucked on his balls. “That shit feel good as fuck.”
“You like that shit, nigga?” I asked while licking on his balls.
“Hell yeah.”
I licked and sucked on his balls a little longer before putting my mouth back on his dick. He easily had the biggest dick I’d ever sucked. He had me gagging and choking like crazy, and it was voluntary because he wasn’t putting his hands on the back of my head forcing me or anything like that. I was just dickmatized at that point and wanted to suck on him for hours. When I needed to come up for air, I pulled away and jacked him off while I caught my breath.
“You mind if I take my dick out and jackoff?” I asked him.
“Nah, I don’t mind,” he said.
I left my hoodie on but pulled my sweatpants and boxers down so that I could free my hard dick. Precum was already dripping from it so I used it along with some spit as lube to jackoff with. He turned his body towards me and made his seat recline a little more. I leaned back over and continued to jackoff as I started sucking him again. He finally put his hand on the back of my head and made me gag on that big dick.
“Damn, you suck better than a girl,” he told me. He used his other hand to play with his left nipple as he asked, “You ever get fucked?”
I stopped sucking him to tell him, “No. I don’t get fucked. All I do is suck dick. I fuck girls only.”
“Me too but shit, it might feel good. I told you I’m down for anything as long as you pay.”
“You wanna suck my dick?”
He didn’t even waste time with an answer. This nigga made me sit up and before I could even get adjusted, he was leaning over and sucking on the head of my eight-inch dick. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing but it felt good. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long because of how horny I was. Just when I felt like I was gonna nut in his mouth, he stopped sucking me and made me turn a little more towards him. I did and he immediately started licking on my balls while I jacked off.
“Yo, I’ma nut,” I told him as I beat my dick harder and harder.
He stopped licking my balls and put his mouth on my dick just as I was busting my nut. I shot my load in his mouth and he sucked every last drop out of me while I moaned and shook like crazy. That shit felt so good that I forgot where I was for a second. He kept sucking me while I looked down at him. He finally stopped once my dick began to go soft.
“My turn,” he said as he pulled back and stroked his hard dick again. I leaned back over and sucked his dick while jacking him off at the same time. He moaned out loud and told me, “Nigga, I’m about to bust! Shit!”
I kept sucking him while jacking him off and he shot so much nut into my mouth that I almost choked. It was like his dick kept releasing more and more of it. I swallowed as much of it as I could but some of it managed to roll out and land on my hoodie. The way he was moaning when I started sucking him again turned me on. His dick was extremely sensitive so he stopped me from sucking him after a little while.
“Damn, I needed that,” he said to me.
“Me, too,” I said back. “You always cum that much?”
“When I haven’t fucked or beat my dick in a while. That shit felt so good, my nigga.”
As we got dressed, I asked him, “Why did you need fifty dollars?”
“I ran out of meal plan money for the week already and I need money for food over the weekend.”
“Yo, you for real?”
“Yeah man, no lie.”
“But you’re on the basketball team.”
“Bro, they don’t make sure we’re fed and have clean clothes. All we do is play ball for the school. You’d think they made sure we got enough food and stuff but they don’t give a fuck.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up, bruh. I never knew that. Hey man, I got a job so I can help you out from time to time as long as we make this whole freaky DL thing regular.”
“I’m down with that.”
“Cool.” I finished putting my sweatpants back on and restarted the car. After driving him back to the athletic dorm, I asked, “When do y’all leave for your next game?”
“Tomorrow at like three. Why?”
“My roommates will be in class tomorrow but I don’t have Friday classes, so we can do a lil’ somethin’ at my place.”
“A’ight, bet. Just hit me up, bruh.”
“Okay. Later, man.”
“Later.”
I watched as he climbed out of my car and headed into the building. When I got home, I jacked off again in the bathroom and then took a shower. I did feel a little bad after Dexter told me the school didn’t make sure all the student-athletes had enough to eat every week. I was willing to help him out as long as we could keep our little thing going. I finally had a reason to delete Jack’d off my phone.
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“Other Side of the Game”
I had just turned eighteen when my brother Jaylon got arrested for intent to sell drugs and attempted murder. He and I weren’t on the best of speaking terms but he made sure I always had money to pay for bills and food. We’d been on our own for as long as I could remember and I never starved or had to sleep out in the cold. However, when Jaylon got arrested, I found myself at the mercy of his former bosses Yani and Jean-Luc. They were arguably the most notorious Haitian drug dealers and gang members in Miami. Now that my brother wasn’t going to be around to make them money, I had to become one of their employees.
My brother had no idea that I sometimes had sex for money whenever money was low or whenever he wasn’t able to provide for me. Somehow, Yani and Jean-Luc found out and that’s exactly how they were going to make money off of me. For three years, I hooked up for money as well as danced at a gay strip club. I only got to keep a fraction of the money I made and I was told that if I tried to run away I’d be found and killed. I tested the waters once by trying to go to New York where some of my distant relatives were but Yani and Jean-Luc found out and beat me so bad I had to be hospitalized. I needed a way out of the game. Ironically, my escape would come at the hands of my oppressors.
“You want me to do what?” I asked while looking at Jean-Luc.
“I want you to kill that nigga,” he repeated. “You let him fuck you and then you kill him.”
“And after you kill him,” added Yani, “you text us so that we can sneak in and kill all his homies. All of those punk ass Dominican niggas are dead.”
“This is crazy. How am I gonna kill Morales? He’s like three times my size.”
Yani laughed and said, “Bitch please, we done both seen what yo lil’ ass can do with a knife. Sneak the knife in and kill that nigga after you let him fuck.”
“What if he kills me?”
“Jamari, he won’t,” Jean-Luc snapped at me. “Stop actin’ like a bitch and do what we tell you. Now, we already told you that undercover fag loves boy pussy. We heard it on the streets and you know the streets never lie.”
“Okay, so how do I get his attention? What if he wants to fuck me in his car or in a hotel room? You guys haven’t thought this through.”
“We got his side number,” Yani informed me. “You’re gonna text him and send him some pics. He’ll probably ask you to come to a spot where he’ll meet you. You get in the car with him and then you remember exactly where he goes. Text us the location afterwards. When we get close, we’ll text you back so you can get outta there. We’re gonna have some homies with us to take care of him and his crew. Now go clean up and get yourself ready. It’s already turnin’ night.”
Not wanting to anger them, I went into my bathroom and opened up a new bottle of Fleet. As I got ready for the hardest thing I’d ever have to do, I thought about how different my life would’ve been had I just gone into the foster care system instead of running away with my brother. The worst would’ve been having to live in different group homes, which probably would’ve been a million times better than what I was currently going through. I was currently in hell.
Me (Jamari Reynolds)
Although I could be very seductive, I knew seducing someone like Antonio Morales would take all I had to offer. The average man could be turned on easily, especially if he’s into other men, but someone like Morales had to be extremely paranoid. The Haitians and Dominicans in my neighborhood had been at war for the longest, so I had to be sure not to let him know I was in tight with the Haitians by association. If I wasn’t careful, my own life could be in danger.
“Okay, he wants to meet,” I told them before picking up my bottle of cocoa butter to moisturize my body.
“Where?” asked Yani.
“The McDonald’s off of Northeast 2nd Avenue. He told me to stand out there and he’ll pick me up. Are you guys sure he’s DL?”
“He told you he’d fuck, right?” Jean-Luc asked me.
“Yeah.”
“Then yeah, he’s an undercover dick sucker. His boys probably know but they ain’t gonna do shit about it because he’s in charge. Well, we in charge of our boys now and we gonna be de mesye Ayisyen who put that Dominiken masisi in his grave.”
“So you guys hate gays and anyone who isn’t straight unless they have power over you or can be of monetary benefit to you? You’re homophobic just for the sake of being homophobic, you don’t actually believe being gay is bad?”
“Not bad,” Yani explained. “Just weak as fuck. You sissies aren’t good for shit except makin’ us money around here and maybe suckin’ some dick every now and then. And about that you’re gonna deep throat both of us after you kill that nigga for us.” They laughed and gave each other dap.
Yani (left) & Jean-Luc (right)
I definitely wasn’t looking forward to that because they were both uncut and didn’t clean their dicks properly all the time so their dicks always smelled like spoiled shrimp. Neither of them considered themselves gay but would always want me to suck their dicks early in the morning or after the club late at night. Jean-Luc seemed to like when I sucked him without Yani around. Unlike Yani’s mean ass, he’d kiss me and feel on my ass. I knew he wanted to fuck me but was afraid of Yani finding out and thinking different of him. They were both complicated men but I knew not to question them too much. They were very short-tempered.
“Pay attention to where he takes you,” Jean-Luc told me on the way to the McDonald’s. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you but we gotta know where you’re at, Jamari.”
“Okay,” I replied. “I know the streets of Miami, guys. I’ll be able to tell you exactly where I’ll be.”
“How are you gonna cut him?” asked Yani.
“A stab to the back of his head will do. I really wanna slit his throat but that’ll get too much blood on me. Remember how much blood got on me when I killed that white dude who wouldn’t pay that time?”
“Yeah, you got covered,” laughed Yani. “You may be a lil’ fag but you know how to handle yourself. I admire that.” He looked at me through the rear-view mirror as he drove. “Just do like we said and you’ll be cool. You got this.”
Jean-Luc turned in his seat towards me and told me, “We already put some money in Jaylon’s prison account for commissary and the like.”
“Thank you. He’ll be happy next time I visit him then.”
We made it to the McDonald’s and I hopped out as quickly as I could and stood under the awning to avoid the heavy rain. They drove off and as I waited for Morales to get there, I thought about the three times I had to kill someone. The first time was at age eighteen when this crazy guy followed me home from the strip club and tried to rape me. I only stabbed him in the chest once but he bled out right by my front door. Yani helped me out by getting rid of the body but I was so shaken up that I couldn’t even sleep that night. The second time was when I had to slit some white guy’s throat because he wouldn’t pay me my money after I let him fuck me. I wasn’t gonna kill him but he punched me and I knew if I didn’t kill him then I’d get beaten more by Yani and Jean-Luc. And the third time was when Jean-Luc made me kill this girl that was harassing him about child support. I didn’t like killing people but it was kill or either be killed.
“Get in, baby,” Morales called out to me as he pulled up to the corner in a black Audi.
I quickly climbed in and closed the door before saying, “I was starting to think you’d stand me up.”
“Nah, never that. Damn, you are even sexier in person. Your eyes are beautiful.”
“Thank you, papi. You’re pretty hot yourself.” I felt on his muscular arm and he smiled.
“Let’s take this back to my crib uh…I don’t know your name.”
“Jamari.”
“Hmm, that fits you. Cute and sexy, Jamari.” He sped off down the street.
Antonio Morales
I tried not to read too much into what was going on, but he really was a sexy man. Most of the guys I had to have sex with for money were the types who were deep in the closet or couldn’t get women. Some would make me put on makeup and wigs, shit I hated with a passion. However, Morales didn’t seem to be that type. He was a thug; there was no doubt about that, but there seemed to be another side to him. I noticed it the very moment I climbed into his car.
We passed a lot of familiar streets and I remembered each and every one of them. I had to be very accurate in order for Yani and Jean-Luc to find the house. When we drove out of the downtown area and towards the beach, I realized the reason why it was so hard for them to know where Morales and his crew laid low at. Yani and Jean-Luc hated the beach and never went near any of them in Miami. They were going to have to come near it that day, I thought. But then Morales pulled up to an apartment complex. Judging by how upscale the place was, I’d definitely say it wasn’t a trap house environment.
“I thought we were going to your spot?” I asked him.
“This is my spot,” he replied with a smile. “Come on, hermosa.”
I climbed out of the car with him and we walked up a set of steps and then to apartment 242. He unlocked the door and I followed him inside. This place was breathtaking. Everything was so new and clean. I just didn’t expect him to have such a place. It took me a few seconds to realize the plan was completely botched. I had no idea where his homeboys were and if I killed him, we’d never find out.
“Um, where’s your bathroom?” I asked.
“That way,” he said while pointing down one of two halls in the apartment. “Second door on the left.”
I hurried into the bathroom and texted Jean-Luc:
“You ready?” he asked me as I stepped back into the living room.
I unbuttoned my long raincoat and told him, “Readier than I’ll ever be, papi.”
“Damn!” He stepped up to me and admired my body. His dick grew hard in his sweatpants as he looked me up and down. “I was wondering what you had on under that big ass coat. Mmm, them silk panties look so good on you.”
“You like?”
“Papi likes.” He smiled and put his strong arms around me and squeezed on my ass. “Damn, I might have to make you wifey for real.”
“What does that mean?”
“Shit, what you think it means? Look around this place. I can move you up in here and show you a whole new world.”
“But you’re in the game, right?” I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips.
He kissed me a few times and then replied, “I am but it ain’t all I do. I can settle down with the right one. I’ve done it before.”
“Morales…”
“No, sexy; call me Antonio.”
“Antonio, I usually charge for someone to get up in this ass but I think I can make an exception for you.”
“You’re in the game, too? You got a pimp?”
“Uh no…I’m by myself. I do some modeling every now and then.”
“I bet. You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He smiled again and then grabbed my hand. “Come here.” He led me over to his sofa. He sat down and then pulled me down on top of him. “Yeah, I gotta make you wifey.”
He held me tight and kissed me with so much passion that I found myself having to remember I was supposed to kill him after the sex. Something kept telling me to do it then before the sex or wait until he unlocks his phone and then do it, but the way he kissed me had my mind blown. And his strong hands were touching my body so gently that I was getting way more turned on than I thought I would. I kissed him back and gyrated on his hard dick as if we were already fucking.
“I don’t ever do this,” he said to me in between kisses, “but let’s take this to my bed.”
As if I already wasn’t amazed by this man, he stood up with me still on top of him. I’d never been picked up before so my level of horny shot through the rough as he carried me from the living room to his bedroom. He kept me up on his strong body for a while as we kissed. Then he lied me down on his bed and removed my shoes. He massaged my feet before letting them rest on the massive dick print in his sweatpants. As I played with his big bulge with my feet, he removed his red cap and tank top.
“Your feet are so damn pretty,” he said with a laugh. “Damn, is anything about you not perfect?”
I giggled and answered, “Fuck with me and find out.”
He kissed and licked on my feet and sucked my toes, making my hormones go haywire. He had to have had a foot fetish with the way he was kissing and licking my soles and in between my toes. Luckily I’d gotten a pedicure the day before. He finally began kissing his way up my legs to my thighs. He did this thing where he gently bit down on my thighs that drove me crazy. All I could do was clench onto his pillows and watch him do whatever he wanted to my body.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he told me. “Mmm like chocolate.”
He grabbed my silk briefs and pulled them off before putting them up to his nose and sniffing them. He said some stuff in Spanish before getting in between my legs, spreading them and putting his mouth on my ass. It had been a while since I last had my ass eaten, so it was a little sensitive. I jumped a few times because of how aggressively he was licking and sucking on my asshole. And for the first time ever, my dick was rock hard while my ass was being eaten. I don’t know if it was the way he was licking me or if I truly was catching feelings for this man, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing what happened next.
“Stop,” I told him.
He stopped licking my ass and let my legs down before asking, “What is it? I got too rough?”
“No. I just…Antonio, this ain’t right. I’ll probably die for telling you this but this is a set up.”
“Huh?”
“I work for Yani Tibideaux and Jean-Luc Baptiste. They sent me here to kill you after you fuck me. But I can’t go through with it. For some reason…I just can’t.”
He was silent for a while and then he finally said, “They threaten you to do it?”
“Yeah. My brother used to work for them but he got locked up a few years back and I’ve been forced to work for them since I was eighteen. Now I’m twenty-one and I still have to deal with them. I hate it. I’m tired of it. They make me sell my body and drugs and dance at that fucking club. They’ve even made me kill before.”
“Damn. But you seem so innocent.”
“Don’t let my looks fool you. I’m anything but innocent. And now I’m gonna die for telling you all this.”
“So, what exactly was the plan? You kill me after getting some dick and that’s it?”
“No, I was supposed to kill you and then tell Yani and Jean-Luc how to get to you and your homeboys. And then they were supposed to kill your homeboys.”
“Those fuckin’ Haitian motherfuckers! I’ll kill their asses! They wanna fuck with me?”
“I guess I’m on your hitlist now, too, huh?”
He looked at me and assured me, “No. Nah, I’m not even gonna do you like that. I still wanna fuck though. My dick still hard so I’m gonna fuck you.” He grabbed his hard dick. “And then afterwards, I’m gonna take care of business. Those crazy Haitian wannabe thugs are dead.”
“Their boys will know I told you everything though. They’ll get me.”
“No they won’t. You have my word, baby.”
He kicked his shoes off, pulled his sweatpants off and climbed on top of me. I gotta admit, that man knew what he was doing. He had a thick ten-inch uncircumcised dick and he knew how to use it. It felt just as amazing as it tasted. And he did something no man had ever done to me: he made me cum without me touching my dick. My toes curled up and I lost control of everything in that moment. When we finished, I laid my head on his chest and he put one of his strong arms around me.
“I ain’t never caught feelings this quick before,” he told me. “You done caught me, Jamari.”
“Aw,” I said. “I think I’m catching feelings for you, too.”
“So, am I your man now? Because with me you won’t have to do all that shit you did with them two Haitian fools. I’ll take care of you, baby. I got money. I run the streets.”
“I don’t know. I’ve done so much and I really want out of the game.”
“You can be out, baby. I’ll handle business. I might need you to take care of some shit from time to time. I mean, you can handle yourself well from what you’ve told me. You know how to use a gun?”
“Yeah but I prefer a knife. I’m quick as fuck with a knife.”
He smiled and asked, “Is that right?”
“You truly won’t see it coming.”
“Damn, that’s sexy.” He pulled away from me and climbed out of bed. “Go ahead and text them motherfuckers and tell them my boys are at the old Smithfield factory out by the docks. When they get there, me and my boys are gonna kill all them Haitian fucks.”
“Okay. I’ll tell them.”
Morales left and I quickly hurried back into his living room and put my raincoat and shoes back on. I sat down on the sofa and tried not to think about what would happen if Yani and Jean-Luc survived the ambush. An hour went by and they didn’t text me so I knew they were most likely dead. Suddenly, Morales burst back in and closed and locked the door. He was wet from the rain and his right arm was bleeding.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“One of them fuckers shot me,” he replied. “It’s all good though. Once I get this bullet out, we can hit the road.”
“Hit the road?”
“Some of them little putas got away. My boys are gonna take care of them though. Me and you are goin’ to the Dominican Republic until this dies down. I got about twenty stacks in the closet in my room.”
“But…”
“I don’t have time to discuss this right now, Jamari. Now come with me, I need your help.” He hurried into his bathroom and I followed.
“I’ve never removed a bullet before.”
“I just need you to help keep my arm in place. I’ll remove the bullet.” He reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out some rubbing alcohol, tweezers and some bandages.
“Did you kill Yani and Jean-Luc?”
“Yeah, them boys are dead.” He said something else in Spanish before telling me, “You’re gonna like the Dominican Republic, baby. I got connections there. I bet your sexy ass will look even sexier in all that sunlight.” He kissed me and then raised his arm.
“You know,” I said as I held his arm in place, “I’m not sure if that’s gonna work for me. I am so grateful that you were able to get Yani and Jean-Luc off my back because they were some ruthless ass niggas. But to be honest with you…” I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the knife I’d stashed there. “…I need to go solo. I gotta get out of the game and unfortunately, you’re my way out.”
“Huh? What do you me…”
I quickly shoved the knife deep into the back of his head using enough force to penetrate his skull and hit his brainstem. He collapsed immediately to the floor as blood poured from his head. I honestly didn’t want to kill him but I was so done with drug dealers and thugs. He was a nice guy and had some bomb dick, but good dick wasn’t enough to change my situation. I needed money and opportunity, and I took them both. After cleaning everything I’d touched in the apartment and flushing the condom he’d used with me down the toilet, I grabbed the $20,000 he’d mentioned from his closet. I used my Uber app to get a ride to my place to pack up my things and put on some clothes, and then I had the driver take me to the nearest bus station. The quicker I could get out of Miami was the better.
It wasn’t until the bus was on the interstate heading out of Miami that I felt safe enough to finally let my guard down. The bus was going to take me to Virginia and then I’d take another bus from Virginia to Brooklyn, New York. Once I’d get there, I’d get a hotel suite and then get in touch with the family members I had living up there. All I could do was think about how I was going to play everything off with my brother. Word would get back to him that his boys were dead, but he wouldn’t know my role in it all. I was done with the game and there was no turning back. It was time for me to experience the other side.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2016
Wow
“Other Side of the Game”
I had just turned eighteen when my brother Jaylon got arrested for intent to sell drugs and attempted murder. He and I weren’t on the best of speaking terms but he made sure I always had money to pay for bills and food. We’d been on our own for as long as I could remember and I never starved or had to sleep out in the cold. However, when Jaylon got arrested, I found myself at the mercy of his former bosses Yani and Jean-Luc. They were arguably the most notorious Haitian drug dealers and gang members in Miami. Now that my brother wasn’t going to be around to make them money, I had to become one of their employees.
My brother had no idea that I sometimes had sex for money whenever money was low or whenever he wasn’t able to provide for me. Somehow, Yani and Jean-Luc found out and that’s exactly how they were going to make money off of me. For three years, I hooked up for money as well as danced at a gay strip club. I only got to keep a fraction of the money I made and I was told that if I tried to run away I’d be found and killed. I tested the waters once by trying to go to New York where some of my distant relatives were but Yani and Jean-Luc found out and beat me so bad I had to be hospitalized. I needed a way out of the game. Ironically, my escape would come at the hands of my oppressors.
“You want me to do what?” I asked while looking at Jean-Luc.
“I want you to kill that nigga,” he repeated. “You let him fuck you and then you kill him.”
“And after you kill him,” added Yani, “you text us so that we can sneak in and kill all his homies. All of those punk ass Dominican niggas are dead.”
“This is crazy. How am I gonna kill Morales? He’s like three times my size.”
Yani laughed and said, “Bitch please, we done both seen what yo lil’ ass can do with a knife. Sneak the knife in and kill that nigga after you let him fuck.”
“What if he kills me?”
“Jamari, he won’t,” Jean-Luc snapped at me. “Stop actin’ like a bitch and do what we tell you. Now, we already told you that undercover fag loves boy pussy. We heard it on the streets and you know the streets never lie.”
“Okay, so how do I get his attention? What if he wants to fuck me in his car or in a hotel room? You guys haven’t thought this through.”
“We got his side number,” Yani informed me. “You’re gonna text him and send him some pics. He’ll probably ask you to come to a spot where he’ll meet you. You get in the car with him and then you remember exactly where he goes. Text us the location afterwards. When we get close, we’ll text you back so you can get outta there. We’re gonna have some homies with us to take care of him and his crew. Now go clean up and get yourself ready. It’s already turnin’ night.”
Not wanting to anger them, I went into my bathroom and opened up a new bottle of Fleet. As I got ready for the hardest thing I’d ever have to do, I thought about how different my life would’ve been had I just gone into the foster care system instead of running away with my brother. The worst would’ve been having to live in different group homes, which probably would’ve been a million times better than what I was currently going through. I was currently in hell.
Me (Jamari Reynolds)
Although I could be very seductive, I knew seducing someone like Antonio Morales would take all I had to offer. The average man could be turned on easily, especially if he’s into other men, but someone like Morales had to be extremely paranoid. The Haitians and Dominicans in my neighborhood had been at war for the longest, so I had to be sure not to let him know I was in tight with the Haitians by association. If I wasn’t careful, my own life could be in danger.
“Okay, he wants to meet,” I told them before picking up my bottle of cocoa butter to moisturize my body.
“Where?” asked Yani.
“The McDonald’s off of Northeast 2nd Avenue. He told me to stand out there and he’ll pick me up. Are you guys sure he’s DL?”
“He told you he’d fuck, right?” Jean-Luc asked me.
“Yeah.”
“Then yeah, he’s an undercover dick sucker. His boys probably know but they ain’t gonna do shit about it because he’s in charge. Well, we in charge of our boys now and we gonna be de mesye Ayisyen who put that Dominiken masisi in his grave.”
“So you guys hate gays and anyone who isn’t straight unless they have power over you or can be of monetary benefit to you? You’re homophobic just for the sake of being homophobic, you don’t actually believe being gay is bad?”
“Not bad,” Yani explained. “Just weak as fuck. You sissies aren’t good for shit except makin’ us money around here and maybe suckin’ some dick every now and then. And about that you’re gonna deep throat both of us after you kill that nigga for us.” They laughed and gave each other dap.
Yani (left) & Jean-Luc (right)
I definitely wasn’t looking forward to that because they were both uncut and didn’t clean their dicks properly all the time so their dicks always smelled like spoiled shrimp. Neither of them considered themselves gay but would always want me to suck their dicks early in the morning or after the club late at night. Jean-Luc seemed to like when I sucked him without Yani around. Unlike Yani’s mean ass, he’d kiss me and feel on my ass. I knew he wanted to fuck me but was afraid of Yani finding out and thinking different of him. They were both complicated men but I knew not to question them too much. They were very short-tempered.
“Pay attention to where he takes you,” Jean-Luc told me on the way to the McDonald’s. “We’re not gonna let anything happen to you but we gotta know where you’re at, Jamari.”
“Okay,” I replied. “I know the streets of Miami, guys. I’ll be able to tell you exactly where I’ll be.”
“How are you gonna cut him?” asked Yani.
“A stab to the back of his head will do. I really wanna slit his throat but that’ll get too much blood on me. Remember how much blood got on me when I killed that white dude who wouldn’t pay that time?”
“Yeah, you got covered,” laughed Yani. “You may be a lil’ fag but you know how to handle yourself. I admire that.” He looked at me through the rear-view mirror as he drove. “Just do like we said and you’ll be cool. You got this.”
Jean-Luc turned in his seat towards me and told me, “We already put some money in Jaylon’s prison account for commissary and the like.”
“Thank you. He’ll be happy next time I visit him then.”
We made it to the McDonald’s and I hopped out as quickly as I could and stood under the awning to avoid the heavy rain. They drove off and as I waited for Morales to get there, I thought about the three times I had to kill someone. The first time was at age eighteen when this crazy guy followed me home from the strip club and tried to rape me. I only stabbed him in the chest once but he bled out right by my front door. Yani helped me out by getting rid of the body but I was so shaken up that I couldn’t even sleep that night. The second time was when I had to slit some white guy’s throat because he wouldn’t pay me my money after I let him fuck me. I wasn’t gonna kill him but he punched me and I knew if I didn’t kill him then I’d get beaten more by Yani and Jean-Luc. And the third time was when Jean-Luc made me kill this girl that was harassing him about child support. I didn’t like killing people but it was kill or either be killed.
“Get in, baby,” Morales called out to me as he pulled up to the corner in a black Audi.
I quickly climbed in and closed the door before saying, “I was starting to think you’d stand me up.”
“Nah, never that. Damn, you are even sexier in person. Your eyes are beautiful.”
“Thank you, papi. You’re pretty hot yourself.” I felt on his muscular arm and he smiled.
“Let’s take this back to my crib uh…I don’t know your name.”
“Jamari.”
“Hmm, that fits you. Cute and sexy, Jamari.” He sped off down the street.
Antonio Morales
I tried not to read too much into what was going on, but he really was a sexy man. Most of the guys I had to have sex with for money were the types who were deep in the closet or couldn’t get women. Some would make me put on makeup and wigs, shit I hated with a passion. However, Morales didn’t seem to be that type. He was a thug; there was no doubt about that, but there seemed to be another side to him. I noticed it the very moment I climbed into his car.
We passed a lot of familiar streets and I remembered each and every one of them. I had to be very accurate in order for Yani and Jean-Luc to find the house. When we drove out of the downtown area and towards the beach, I realized the reason why it was so hard for them to know where Morales and his crew laid low at. Yani and Jean-Luc hated the beach and never went near any of them in Miami. They were going to have to come near it that day, I thought. But then Morales pulled up to an apartment complex. Judging by how upscale the place was, I’d definitely say it wasn’t a trap house environment.
“I thought we were going to your spot?” I asked him.
“This is my spot,” he replied with a smile. “Come on, hermosa.”
I climbed out of the car with him and we walked up a set of steps and then to apartment 242. He unlocked the door and I followed him inside. This place was breathtaking. Everything was so new and clean. I just didn’t expect him to have such a place. It took me a few seconds to realize the plan was completely botched. I had no idea where his homeboys were and if I killed him, we’d never find out.
“Um, where’s your bathroom?” I asked.
“That way,” he said while pointing down one of two halls in the apartment. “Second door on the left.”
I hurried into the bathroom and texted Jean-Luc:
“You ready?” he asked me as I stepped back into the living room.
I unbuttoned my long raincoat and told him, “Readier than I’ll ever be, papi.”
“Damn!” He stepped up to me and admired my body. His dick grew hard in his sweatpants as he looked me up and down. “I was wondering what you had on under that big ass coat. Mmm, them silk panties look so good on you.”
“You like?”
“Papi likes.” He smiled and put his strong arms around me and squeezed on my ass. “Damn, I might have to make you wifey for real.”
“What does that mean?”
“Shit, what you think it means? Look around this place. I can move you up in here and show you a whole new world.”
“But you’re in the game, right?” I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips.
He kissed me a few times and then replied, “I am but it ain’t all I do. I can settle down with the right one. I’ve done it before.”
“Morales…”
“No, sexy; call me Antonio.”
“Antonio, I usually charge for someone to get up in this ass but I think I can make an exception for you.”
“You’re in the game, too? You got a pimp?”
“Uh no…I’m by myself. I do some modeling every now and then.”
“I bet. You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He smiled again and then grabbed my hand. “Come here.” He led me over to his sofa. He sat down and then pulled me down on top of him. “Yeah, I gotta make you wifey.”
He held me tight and kissed me with so much passion that I found myself having to remember I was supposed to kill him after the sex. Something kept telling me to do it then before the sex or wait until he unlocks his phone and then do it, but the way he kissed me had my mind blown. And his strong hands were touching my body so gently that I was getting way more turned on than I thought I would. I kissed him back and gyrated on his hard dick as if we were already fucking.
“I don’t ever do this,” he said to me in between kisses, “but let’s take this to my bed.”
As if I already wasn’t amazed by this man, he stood up with me still on top of him. I’d never been picked up before so my level of horny shot through the rough as he carried me from the living room to his bedroom. He kept me up on his strong body for a while as we kissed. Then he lied me down on his bed and removed my shoes. He massaged my feet before letting them rest on the massive dick print in his sweatpants. As I played with his big bulge with my feet, he removed his red cap and tank top.
“Your feet are so damn pretty,” he said with a laugh. “Damn, is anything about you not perfect?”
I giggled and answered, “Fuck with me and find out.”
He kissed and licked on my feet and sucked my toes, making my hormones go haywire. He had to have had a foot fetish with the way he was kissing and licking my soles and in between my toes. Luckily I’d gotten a pedicure the day before. He finally began kissing his way up my legs to my thighs. He did this thing where he gently bit down on my thighs that drove me crazy. All I could do was clench onto his pillows and watch him do whatever he wanted to my body.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he told me. “Mmm like chocolate.”
He grabbed my silk briefs and pulled them off before putting them up to his nose and sniffing them. He said some stuff in Spanish before getting in between my legs, spreading them and putting his mouth on my ass. It had been a while since I last had my ass eaten, so it was a little sensitive. I jumped a few times because of how aggressively he was licking and sucking on my asshole. And for the first time ever, my dick was rock hard while my ass was being eaten. I don’t know if it was the way he was licking me or if I truly was catching feelings for this man, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing what happened next.
“Stop,” I told him.
He stopped licking my ass and let my legs down before asking, “What is it? I got too rough?”
“No. I just…Antonio, this ain’t right. I’ll probably die for telling you this but this is a set up.”
“Huh?”
“I work for Yani Tibideaux and Jean-Luc Baptiste. They sent me here to kill you after you fuck me. But I can’t go through with it. For some reason…I just can’t.”
He was silent for a while and then he finally said, “They threaten you to do it?”
“Yeah. My brother used to work for them but he got locked up a few years back and I’ve been forced to work for them since I was eighteen. Now I’m twenty-one and I still have to deal with them. I hate it. I’m tired of it. They make me sell my body and drugs and dance at that fucking club. They’ve even made me kill before.”
“Damn. But you seem so innocent.”
“Don’t let my looks fool you. I’m anything but innocent. And now I’m gonna die for telling you all this.”
“So, what exactly was the plan? You kill me after getting some dick and that’s it?”
“No, I was supposed to kill you and then tell Yani and Jean-Luc how to get to you and your homeboys. And then they were supposed to kill your homeboys.”
“Those fuckin’ Haitian motherfuckers! I’ll kill their asses! They wanna fuck with me?”
“I guess I’m on your hitlist now, too, huh?”
He looked at me and assured me, “No. Nah, I’m not even gonna do you like that. I still wanna fuck though. My dick still hard so I’m gonna fuck you.” He grabbed his hard dick. “And then afterwards, I’m gonna take care of business. Those crazy Haitian wannabe thugs are dead.”
“Their boys will know I told you everything though. They’ll get me.”
“No they won’t. You have my word, baby.”
He kicked his shoes off, pulled his sweatpants off and climbed on top of me. I gotta admit, that man knew what he was doing. He had a thick ten-inch uncircumcised dick and he knew how to use it. It felt just as amazing as it tasted. And he did something no man had ever done to me: he made me cum without me touching my dick. My toes curled up and I lost control of everything in that moment. When we finished, I laid my head on his chest and he put one of his strong arms around me.
“I ain’t never caught feelings this quick before,” he told me. “You done caught me, Jamari.”
“Aw,” I said. “I think I’m catching feelings for you, too.”
“So, am I your man now? Because with me you won’t have to do all that shit you did with them two Haitian fools. I’ll take care of you, baby. I got money. I run the streets.”
“I don’t know. I’ve done so much and I really want out of the game.”
“You can be out, baby. I’ll handle business. I might need you to take care of some shit from time to time. I mean, you can handle yourself well from what you’ve told me. You know how to use a gun?”
“Yeah but I prefer a knife. I’m quick as fuck with a knife.”
He smiled and asked, “Is that right?”
“You truly won’t see it coming.”
“Damn, that’s sexy.” He pulled away from me and climbed out of bed. “Go ahead and text them motherfuckers and tell them my boys are at the old Smithfield factory out by the docks. When they get there, me and my boys are gonna kill all them Haitian fucks.”
“Okay. I’ll tell them.”
Morales left and I quickly hurried back into his living room and put my raincoat and shoes back on. I sat down on the sofa and tried not to think about what would happen if Yani and Jean-Luc survived the ambush. An hour went by and they didn’t text me so I knew they were most likely dead. Suddenly, Morales burst back in and closed and locked the door. He was wet from the rain and his right arm was bleeding.
“What happened?” I asked him.
“One of them fuckers shot me,” he replied. “It’s all good though. Once I get this bullet out, we can hit the road.”
“Hit the road?”
“Some of them little putas got away. My boys are gonna take care of them though. Me and you are goin’ to the Dominican Republic until this dies down. I got about twenty stacks in the closet in my room.”
“But…”
“I don’t have time to discuss this right now, Jamari. Now come with me, I need your help.” He hurried into his bathroom and I followed.
“I’ve never removed a bullet before.”
“I just need you to help keep my arm in place. I’ll remove the bullet.” He reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out some rubbing alcohol, tweezers and some bandages.
“Did you kill Yani and Jean-Luc?”
“Yeah, them boys are dead.” He said something else in Spanish before telling me, “You’re gonna like the Dominican Republic, baby. I got connections there. I bet your sexy ass will look even sexier in all that sunlight.” He kissed me and then raised his arm.
“You know,” I said as I held his arm in place, “I’m not sure if that’s gonna work for me. I am so grateful that you were able to get Yani and Jean-Luc off my back because they were some ruthless ass niggas. But to be honest with you…” I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out the knife I’d stashed there. “…I need to go solo. I gotta get out of the game and unfortunately, you’re my way out.”
“Huh? What do you me…”
I quickly shoved the knife deep into the back of his head using enough force to penetrate his skull and hit his brainstem. He collapsed immediately to the floor as blood poured from his head. I honestly didn’t want to kill him but I was so done with drug dealers and thugs. He was a nice guy and had some bomb dick, but good dick wasn’t enough to change my situation. I needed money and opportunity, and I took them both. After cleaning everything I’d touched in the apartment and flushing the condom he’d used with me down the toilet, I grabbed the $20,000 he’d mentioned from his closet. I used my Uber app to get a ride to my place to pack up my things and put on some clothes, and then I had the driver take me to the nearest bus station. The quicker I could get out of Miami was the better.
It wasn’t until the bus was on the interstate heading out of Miami that I felt safe enough to finally let my guard down. The bus was going to take me to Virginia and then I’d take another bus from Virginia to Brooklyn, New York. Once I’d get there, I’d get a hotel suite and then get in touch with the family members I had living up there. All I could do was think about how I was going to play everything off with my brother. Word would get back to him that his boys were dead, but he wouldn’t know my role in it all. I was done with the game and there was no turning back. It was time for me to experience the other side.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2016
Wow
“Surrender”
I guess I’d finally reached my breaking point. When I learned that Kierra had cheated on me, I damn near lost my mind. I’d done everything right with her. I spent time with her and spent money on her and listened to every single word she ever said to me. We’d argue sometimes but I never did anything that would cause her to cheat on me. Just like with my previous breakups, I tried to assure myself that I’d find a better woman but my mind didn’t take the bait this time. I started thinking the problem was me. Why couldn’t I make it work? What was wrong with me?
It wasn’t long before I began picking myself apart, noticing flaws that I normally didn’t think about. Was I not getting haircuts as frequently as I should’ve been getting them? Was I too skinny? Was my skin too dark? Am I ugly? I hated doing that to myself but I couldn’t help it. It had only been forty-eight hours since I’d ended it with Kierra after finding her text messages with the dude she cheated on me with. I’d crumbled into a ball of pitiful nothing within forty-eight hours. I wanted to talk about it with my two roommates but I knew they’d just give me the typical macho bullshit. That was the last thing I needed. So, I called someone I knew wouldn’t judge me or make me feel worse than I already did.
“Wassup Cayden,” I said into the phone as I paced my bedroom. “I know it’s kinda late but I was just seeing what you were up to.”
“Uh…okay,” he said on the other end. “I’m just watching some TV.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Damion, is there a real reason why you called? Because as you know, we have to be at work in the morning.”
I thought of what to say for a second before sighing and finally saying, “You’re always nice to me and I’m not even trying to make assumptions or anything like that, but I notice how you look at me sometimes.”
“If I offended you then I’m sorry. I know you’re straight but I do find you attractive.”
“No, I’m not offended. I’m not offended at all. I’ve actually been thinking and…I uh…”
“What, Damion?”
I relaxed and asked, “Do you wanna have sex tonight?”
Cayden was a cashier at the same Costco store that I worked for. Even though I mainly worked in the back of the store stocking inventory and helping unload shipments, I always talked to Cayden whenever I ran into him because he was always so nice to me. And I knew that didn’t directly mean he wanted me, but I did feel like I could connect with him on a deeper level if the opportunity ever came. That night; the perfect opportunity presented itself and I can’t even front, I needed to feel like I was wanted.
He was silent for a long time before finally replying, “Damion, I like you but I prefer to stay away from curious and downlow guys. I’ve had my share of drama in the past.”
“I’m not trying to bring you any drama,” I assured him. “The truth is like two days ago I found out my girlfriend cheated on me. I should’ve known something was up because we hadn’t had sex in over three weeks. But with me being so stupid as usual, I just didn’t face the truth. Cayden, I just wanna feel appreciated. Even if it’s just for one night, I wanna feel like I actually matter to somebody. I can’t talk to my boys about this because they’ll call me weak. My two brothers would be the same way. If you’re not cool with it then I’ll stop bothering you.”
“Damion, I’ve never had casual sex with someone before. I’m used to going on dates and then maybe giving up the ass.” He giggled a little and then added, “Besides, we barely know each other outside of work.”
“If you don’t want to do it then just say so and I’ll leave you alone.”
He went silent again for a few seconds and then said, “If you’re serious, send me a naked pic right now and I’ll give you my address.”
“I don’t like taking naked pics with my dick soft. Tell me something you’d do to me tonight.”
“I’d massage your entire body.”
“What else?”
“I’d kiss and suck on your nipples.”
“Cayden, women have done that me. Tell me something you’ve done with guys like me before.”
“Have you ever been rimmed?”
“No.”
“Well, I’d lick and play with your asshole.”
And just like that, I was rock hard. I hurried into the bathroom and took off all my clothes. I was ashy as fuck but didn’t care in the moment. I snapped a pic of myself and texted it to him. When it showed that the pic was delivered to him, I told him, “I know my dick ain’t that big but I know how to use it.”
Me (Damion)
“Mmm,” he moaned on the other end. “Your dick is beautiful.”
“You don’t have to lie like that. I know it’s average size. You’re gonna get it regardless.”
“I’m serious, Damion. You have a beautiful body and dick.”
“Thank you.”
“My roommate is spending the night at his boyfriend’s place tonight, so I have this whole place to myself. The apartment next to mine is vacant which means we can make as much noise as we want.”
“I like the sound of that. I’ma take a shower and then I’ll be over there.”
“Okay, I’ll text you the address before I get ready. And Damion?”
“Yeah?”
“This is just between me and you. No one has to know anything and I want you to trust me that I won’t tell anyone.”
“I trust you. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
“I do.”
We ended the call and after receiving the text with his address, I took a shower and made sure to clean thoroughly. I’d trimmed my pubes a few nights before so I wasn’t worried about being too hairy down there. However, I was stressing out a little over my ass. I’d never had my ass licked or played with so I didn’t know what all to do other than cleaning it with my wash rag. Before rinsing my body off, I put a little soap on my finger and gently fingered the opening of my asshole with it. It hurt a little but the more I did it the easier it became. I’d rinse it and then put some more soap on my finger and gently push it back in. Finally, I finished up and stepped out of the shower. I dried off and put on some lotion before heading to my room to put on clothes.
My roommates were sleeping so I didn’t have to answer any questions about why I was leaving at that time of night. The moment I stepped out of the apartment, Cayden sent me another text. This one was a pic of him naked in his bathroom. I’d never seen another guy naked in that way. I looked at that pic as I walked to my car and my dick got hard in my sweatpants. The combination of his slim waist combined with his plump ass was simply beautiful. And his skin looked so smooth. I stared at the pic for a few minutes while sitting in my car and then I put my phone down, typed his address into my GPS device and then drove away from my apartment complex.
Cayden
“You got here kinda fast,” he said with a smile as we stood in the doorway of his apartment. “Come on in.” He stepped back and let me into the warm apartment. Once I was inside, he closed and locked the door and asked, “Did you bring condoms?”
“Yeah, I did,” I told him as I pulled a pack of Trojans from my pocket and handed them to him.
“Good because I don’t take raw dick unless it’s from a nigga that belongs to me and me only. Come on.” He led me upstairs to his bedroom and quickly told me, “Get naked.”
I laughed a little as I asked, “Damn, you super horny or something?”
“No, it’s late and we have work in the morning, remember? Unless you’re gonna spend the night here, we should get to it.”
I stepped up to him and told him, “I can spend the night here with you. I actually like cuddling with somebody on cold nights like this.”
“Mmm, is that right?” He looked into my eyes as he grabbed the fastener strings of my sweatpants and untied them.
I stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my shirt as he pulled down my sweatpants. I wasn’t wearing underwear so once I stepped out of my sweatpants and pulled off my socks, I was completely naked. He took off his silk robe to reveal he was naked underneath. My dick was already somewhat hard but now it was at full attention. As I stood there by the bed, Cayden walked over to his dresser and lit the candles that were sitting on top. He lit a few more candles that were carefully placed around the room and then turned out the light so that the room would only be lit by candlelight.
“Lay on the big towel on my bed,” he instructed me. “I’ll be right back.”
As he headed into his bathroom, I climbed onto his bed and laid down on the beach towel he had placed on top of his blanket. I put my hands behind my head and took a few deep breaths to relax. I don’t know why I was so damn nervous. When he returned with a bottle of massaging oil and a bottle of scented edible lubricant, I smiled but remained relaxed.
“You look stressed,” he told me. “I hope this massage helps, baby.”
He sat the bottle of lubricant down but kept the bottle of coconut warming massage oil in his hand as he climbed onto the bed and then on top of my body. He poured some of the oil onto my chest and abs before reclosing the bottle and sitting it down. The moment he began massaging my chest and abs, I let out this long sigh because the stress was literally being rubbed out of me. He moved his hands up my chest to my shoulders and neck and massaged them, too. When he moved his hands back down to my chest and pinched on my hard nipples, my dick throbbed against his inner thigh a few times.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him as I looked up into his eyes. “That feels amazing.”
He bent down and kissed my lips for a little while before he resumed massaging the rest of my body. He moved down to my thighs and legs, massaging my muscles as hard as he could with his soft hands. The best part of the massage was when he got to my feet. I’d never had my feet massaged before, so I was kinda surprised by how amazing it felt. He looked so sexy massaging them, too. He must have noticed how much I enjoyed it because he spent the most time on my feet.
“I love feet,” he admitted as he massaged in between my toes. “The fact that you keep your toenails clipped is so sexy.”
“Really?” I asked with a smile. “You like that?”
He put the sole of my left foot up to his face and gently kissed it before answering, “I love it.”
As if the foot massage didn’t already blow my mind, he put his attention on my hard dick. Using the massaging oil, he gave me a handjob with one hand while gently massaging my balls with the other. It takes a lot to make me cum, so I wasn’t worried about releasing too soon. I let him massage my dick and balls for as long as he wanted to, which ended up being a good while. Finally, he stopped and made me turn over on my stomach. With my hard dick being pressed against my stomach by the bed, I folded my arms and placed my head on them. He wasted no time climbing back on me and massaging my back with oil.
“Ah yeah,” I moaned. “Go lower, baby.”
He moved to my lower back and massaged me harder and asked, “Like that?”
“Yeah, just like that. Damn, baby.”
He massaged his way to my ass and after gently massaging it, he parted my ass cheeks and began rimming my asshole. I knew it would be a sensation I’d never felt before, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so intense. My eyes rolled back with that first wet lick, and my dick pulsated uncontrollably with each and every subsequent lick. Sometimes in between licks, he’d press his thumb against it but wouldn’t attempt to push it in. The thought of him possibly pushing it in drove me wild. I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d consider surrendering my ass up to another guy, but there I was thinking about it.
“Come up on your knees and arch your back,” he told me.
I did what he wanted me to do and that’s when he really made love to my ass with his mouth. He had my asshole so sensitive that it was contracting on its own and I couldn’t control it. I could feel precum dripping from my dick off and on; and whenever he sucked on my asshole, goosebumps would form all over my body. At this point, I wanted him to fuck me but didn’t know how to ask for it without it sounding weird. Would he had even been okay with that? I decided not to mess with the mood and just went along with what he wanted me to do next.
“Lay on your back again and spread your legs,” he told me.
I did so and he reached over and picked up the bottle of lubricant. He put some on his finger and after sitting the bottle back down, pressed his finger against my tight asshole. To take my mind off of the increasing pain of his finger entering me, he stuffed my dick into his mouth and sucked it all the way down to the base. The trick worked because it wasn’t long before he’d worked all of his middle finger into me. My asshole clenched tightly on his finger but began to relax as he sucked my dick repeatedly. It was still painful for a while, but I gave in to the pain and accepted it along with the pleasure of having my dick deep throated.
“Ooh, Cayden,” I moaned as I grabbed onto him.
He had me on the verge of busting so I had to stop him from sucking me. He continued to finger me and in between fingering me, he rimmed me again. After a while, it felt like I was gonna cum hands-free so I had to stop him completely. I made him lay down on his stomach and put his ass up for me so that I could return the favor by licking his ass. I first took in its sweet scent and then kissed on it a few times before pushing my tongue deep into it and tasting him as deep as I could.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned out as he grabbed onto his pillows and buried his face into them.
I smacked his ass a few times before licking on his pretty asshole like it was some pussy. He had my mind in another state by that point, so I wasn’t even nervous or second-guessing myself. I wanted to bring him pleasure just like he’d brought me pleasure. Hearing his moans made me feel wanted and needed, which was so important to me that night. As I tasted the sweet nectar his ass offered, I thought about what this would all mean to me after the fact. Would I be different? Would anyone notice a difference? I immediately blocked it all from my mind as I focused on pleasing him.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” I told him as I unrolled a condom onto my dick.
“Okay,” he said to me as he fingered himself with the scented edible lubricant on his fingers.
I put some of the lubricant on my dick and jacked off to get it all over my dick. When he grabbed my dick and made me come closer to him, I knew he was ready. His legs were spread wide for me and his tight asshole was puckering as if it was begging for my dick. I teased him a few times with it before finally pushing the head against the opening of his hole. He relaxed and allowed me to carefully work the tip in. The cute faces he made while I gently pushed into him made my dick harder than it already was. I had to stop a few times just so I could kiss his lips.
“Damn, you so cute,” I told him while pressing my forehead to his.
He giggled and blushed as he kissed me back and then threw his arms around my neck. I pushed into him a little more and with half of my dick inside him, I shoved my tongue into his mouth. I thrust my hips into him, pushing and pulling my dick in and out of his ass in a slow but consistent rhythm. When I began to go deeper, he scratched the hell out of me and his ass became wetter. I pulled back to see he’d indeed gotten wetter and he was creaming all over my dick. I wanted to do more positions than just missionary but the sex felt too damn good like that.
“Give it to me harder,” he told me while pushing my chest so that I would sit up and fuck him.
I fucked him harder as he reached up and pinched my nipples. I was fucking him harder than I fucked the women I’d been involved with, giving him all of my dick. Using one hand to feel on my chest and play with my nipples, he used the other to jack himself off. He had a thick uncircumcised dick. I thought about what it would feel like inside of me as I fucked him harder and harder. Just the thought of it had my asshole hungry for something it hadn’t had before. The thought of the possibility drove me over the edge and made me lose control for a few seconds.
“I’m gonna cum,” I told him with my dick deep inside of him.
“Me, too,” he called out.
Simultaneously, we reached our climax and for me, it was like hitting a goal I didn’t know I needed to hit. When I bent down over him and kissed him, I could feel his cum shooting out onto my chest and abs. I released mine into the condom inside him. It felt so good that my toes curled up tightly and I was shaking like crazy. When I finally built up the strength to pull out of him, I collapsed beside him and tried to catch my breath.
“Thank you,” I said to him as I looked over at him.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he said back with a big smile.
It took us a while but we finally got up and went into his bathroom. I flushed the cum-filled condom down the toilet and then stepped over to the sink where we washed off together. After drying off, we headed back into his room. He pulled the big towel off his bed and threw it into his dirty clothes hamper before pulling back his blanket and sheets. While I got back on the bed, he went around the room blowing out all the candles. He then joined me under the covers and we cuddled.
“Even if this doesn’t lead to anything,” he said to me, “I want you to know that you’re one of the good ones, Damion. I know it may not seem like that to you, but you are. Forget those women who didn’t appreciate you. And I’m not saying this because I think you should only be with me or other guys, I’m saying it because you shouldn’t think less of yourself just because you haven’t found the right woman.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever find her,” I told him as I held him tighter. “And I don’t know if I even want to anymore. I’m ready to let anybody in who deserves to be let into my life at this point. The straight, gay and bi labels are just labels. I wish I’d seen it that way a long time ago. I feel like I wasted time.”
“Hmm, does that mean this goes on beyond tonight then?”
“How about we talk about it tomorrow over lunch and then again tomorrow night over dinner?”
He laughed and replied, “Only if you’re buying.”
I kissed him and told him, “After what you just did to me, I’ll buy you anything you want, baby.” I kissed him a few more times before relaxing and drifting off to sleep with him in my arms.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2018
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