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Fuck her like this before she goes out with her friends

[theloadedcouchpotato]

okay 2 things

1 love the fact their hair matches 😥

2 this nigga dangerous. this nigga don’t gaf bout his nut at ALL, he ain’t even thinking bout that, nigga straight slangin dick & chewing gum like it ain’t shit, look at his face! he look like he counting money, on some “handle yo binness” type shit

whoo chile 😌

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He could get all up in me

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“Rated-X”

          Even though Alex had been sucking my dick since before I moved in with him and Natashia, I was still nervous out of my mind as I got out of bed that night. Natashia was still sleep so I was trying to sneak out without waking her up. I put on a pair of basketball shorts, some shin-high socks and a pair of Jordans without waking her up. It wasn’t until I was heading out of the door that she noticed me leaving.

          “Jermaine,” she called out before I could make it out the door, “where are you going this late?”

          “My boys are waiting on me at the gym,” I lied. “They wanna play some late-night hoops.”

          “You’re gonna go without a shirt or jacket?”

          “I’m gonna put on my hoodie.” I picked my hoodie up, hoping it would keep her from asking more questions.

          “Try not to wake me when you come back in. I have a long day tomorrow.”

          “Alright. Goodnight.”

          I rolled my eyes as I made my way out of the apartment. I’d been with her for going on five years and if I didn’t love her then I would’ve been left. She put me through a lot of bullshit for no reason half the time, and we barely had sex anymore. I thought moving in with her would make things somewhat better, but it didn’t. The only good thing about being involved with her was Alex. Natashia and Alex had been best friends since high school. She had no idea but he’d been sucking my dick for almost as long as me and Natashia had been together. It began one morning after I spent the night at their place. Natashia had left for work and Alex just came in and started sucking on my morning wood while I was still sleep. He’d been checking me out but that morning he decided to test me. Shit, I let him sucked all the nut out my dick.

          I’d never been into dudes before in my life. I had nothing against gays but it just wasn’t my thing. That being said, no one had ever sucked my dick the way Alex sucked it. No one. Not one woman came close to giving me that quality of head ever before. I never came from head, especially when not having my dick tugged on, and he made me bust a nut in his mouth every time without jacking my dick. I was hooked by the fourth or fifth time he did it. So for nearly five years, I was in a relationship with Natashia while getting my dick sucked regularly by her best friend and roommate.

          Back to that night, I was nervous as fuck. My biggest fear was getting caught but I knew at that time of night no one would be in the parking garage; that’s why I suggested it to him. We could’ve gotten a hotel room or just tried it while Natashia wasn’t at home but there was something about being spontaneous with it that got my dick hard. When I made it down to the building’s underground parking garage, I first stopped behind a wall to make sure no one else was out there.

                                              Me (Jermaine)

          After making sure the coast was clear, I hurried to Alex’s Honda Pilot and climbed in. His windows were tinted so that helped us out a lot. He had it running with the heat on so it was nice and toasty in there. Inside, he was sitting up against the back left door with no pants or underwear on, just a white shirt. His dick was hard and his tight asshole was winking at me. He didn’t say a word at first. He just sat in that position while staring at me.

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“Undeniable Attraction”

          There was simply no denying my attraction to my English teacher, Mr. Montgomery. I spent my entire senior year of high school repressing my attraction to him, and it wasn’t easy because I was one of his favorite students. After my graduation and after that summer, I went off to an out-of-town college in Philadelphia and I was finally able to put my feelings for him on the back burner. However, I ran into him during winter break at a grocery store and we talked for a while. He gave me his number and that’s when things really took an interesting turn. He let me call him by his first name, Langston, since I wasn’t his student anymore. We began texting and talking to each other regularly and even though it was strictly platonic, I hoped more could develop between us.

          I’d been into photography since I was a kid so it was what I chose as my major in college. I rarely visited my Pittsburgh neighborhood but when I did, I spent most of my time taking pictures with the expensive Canon camera my grandparents bought me for Christmas. I came home one weekend in late-February and somehow, I talked Langston into letting me photograph him. Even though the pictures would be for my private collection, I was so nervous. I hadn’t thought of what I wanted the theme to be or if I wanted to include his wife.

          “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” I said over the phone to my friend Jordan. “I’m sitting outside his house right now in my car.”

          “Then get off the phone with me and go knock on his door,” Jordan said back on the other end. “If he fucks you, I better hear about every single detail.”

          “Jordan, he used to be my teacher.”

          “And?”

          “And that’s not something a teacher and his former student should do, no matter how much I would enjoy it. Besides, he’s straight.”

          “No man is one hundred percent straight. I think every man has a level of curiosity in him.”

          I laughed and told him, “I think that may be the craziest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

          “I’m serious, Marcel. In some men, it’s probably a weaker sensation than in others or they let society get in their heads. I truly think every single man on this earth has had at least one homosexual thought. For many, it’s all about the right moment and the right guy to do it with.”

          “I really need to make friends on-campus with people our age who are stereotypical. I swear you and Demetrius should be philosophy majors. Everything has to have some big philosophical meaning with you two.”

          “Be that as it may, both Demetrius and I agree that you need some dick. We’re starting to believe you’re a virgin.”

          “I am not a virgin. I had like five different boyfriends in high school. I just haven’t connected with anyone on-campus yet.” I checked the time on my radio and quickly told him, “It’s getting late. I’m going in.”

          “Good luck. Judging by the pic you showed me, that Mr. Montgomery looks like he may have a big dick.”

          “Goodbye, Jordan.” I laughed to myself as I ended the call and put my phone away.

          After grabbing what I’d need from my backseat, I locked my car up and headed around to the side of the house. Langston had told me he was having work done on the house and that the front door couldn’t be used, so I had to use the side patio doors. His house was in a neighborhood about five miles from my neighborhood. There was a nice pool and jacuzzi not far from the patio doors. The house was much bigger than my house, so I wondered what exactly his wife did for a living. There was no way he could afford a house like that with a teacher’s salary. The patio doors had no blinds or curtains over them, so I could see all of his kitchen through them.

                                          Me (Marcel Owens)

          I knocked on the patio door and after a few seconds, he descended a set of stairs that led into the kitchen. He hurried over to the door and opened it before saying, “Hey, Marcel. Come on in.” He stepped back to let me into the warm house and then closed the door once I was inside. “I was wondering if you’d changed your mind.”

          “Sorry for taking so long,” I told him. “I was actually struggling with myself over this. It seems…unethical for me to even think of doing this with you.”

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“Str8 Boi”

           If there was one thing that annoyed the crap out of me it was a straight boy who gave off mixed vibes. That boy was named Jabari Harris and I’d simply become fed up with his games. When he wasn’t making fun of me along with all the other basketball players, he was smacking my ass or humping me when no one was paying attention. He sat behind me in our calculus class and would always put his feet on the legs of my desk and cause it to shake. And with me being on the cheerleading team, me and the other two guy cheerleaders had to deal with him and his annoying teammates whenever the basketball team had an away game. Sometimes I wondered was he just being an asshole or was he truly confused about the way he really felt about me.

           So one cold December day at school, I was in the library during lunch break when Jabari came out of nowhere and snatched my phone from my hand. I was in the middle of texting one of my friends so the phone was unlocked. I chased him through the rows of books until we got to the stairs that led to the ground floor of the library. He kept running and I followed. When he dashed into the boys’ bathroom, I followed him inside and almost grabbed him but he escaped my grasp and went into a stall. He locked the door and started laughing.

           “Damnit Jabari,” I said while banging on the stall door. “Give me my phone back.”

           “One second,” he replied, still laughing. I heard a few beeps before he unlocked the stall door and stepped back out. “Here.”

           I snatched my phone out of his hand and snapped at him, “You play too fucking much! I can’t stand you!”

           “Chill out. I was just playin’ around, El.”

           “No, fuck that. Why do you keep messing with me?”

           “Because it’s fun.”

                                                 Me (Elliott)

           “I wish you would leave me alone.”

           “Yeah right. You know you like it that I fuck with you every day. I know you be thinkin’ about me.”

           “No I do not.”

           “Mmm hmm. Sure.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You gonna let me look at your test in math class today?”

           “No.”

           “Come on, Elliott. Please. I need to pass that test.”

           “I don’t care. Maybe if you and your teammates weren’t always picking on me.”

           “They pick on you, I don’t.”

           “Yes you do. You pick on me when you’re in front of them.”

           “Well I’m sorry about that. You forgive me?”

           “No.” I folded my arms.

           “You mad at me for real?” I didn’t answer him and he took a step towards me. “El, you mad at me?”

           “Yes. Why do you keep doing dumb shit to me every day?”

           “I don’t know. I guess because…” He paused and looked around for a second. “Look, just don’t be mad at me. I’m sorry if I get too carried away sometimes. I don’t mean to hurt you.”

           “I still don’t understand why you do it.”

           “I’ll tell you later. Do you got cheerleading practice today?”

           “No.”

           “Can you stay after school today anyway?”

           “Why?”

           “Just do it.”

           “If I stay after school then I’ll miss the four-thirty bus home. There won’t be another until six.”

           “I’ll give you a ride home. Just wait on me in the front lobby.”

           “I don’t know, Jabari. I mean how…” I was cut off by him stepping even closer to me; so close that the front of our bodies touched. For a split second I thought he was going to kiss me.

           “Just trust me, a’ight?”

           “Whatever.”

           “So you’ll stay after school?”

           “Yes.”

           “Cool. That’s wassup.” He smiled and backed away from me just as the bell for fifth period started to ring. “Later.” He hurried out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell had just happened.

           As I went to the rest of my classes for that day, I tried to figure out what Jabari was up to. He’d been annoying me since the beginning of that school year but he’d never apologized for it. And the way he looked at me was different. It was as if he really did want to kiss me in that bathroom. I can’t lie, he was a cute and sexy boy. Shit, he was the sexiest boy in the eleventh grade. But I was convinced that he wasn’t interested in me like that. Jabari had almost every girl in school fighting over him. He was popular and basically lived in a completely different world than me.

           After school, I sat in the front lobby of the building and waited for him like he’d asked me to. But when he didn’t show up after half an hour, I stood up and headed towards the exit. Just as I was about to leave the school building, I got a text message. I opened it to see it was a pic message of Jabari. He was in the library bathroom shirtless cradling a basketball. The caption under the pic said, “Come find me.” I didn’t know if he was serious or not but my curiosity had me willing to take the risk. I made my way to the empty and dark library and then entered the bathroom. I didn’t see him so I was about to leave.

                                                  Jabari Harris

           “Is that you, El?” called out that deep voice from one of the stalls.

           “Yes. So you took my phone earlier so you could text yourself from it to get my number? What is this about, Jabari?”

           “Come over to the last stall.”

           “I don’t have time for games.”

           “I ain’t playin’ games. Come here.”

           Reluctantly, I dropped my backpack and jacket by the door. I stepped over to the last stall and nearly fainted when I saw him standing there with a very noticeable hard-on in his basketball shorts. He was slightly sweaty and his nervousness was just as apparent as mine. The basketball he’d been cradling in the photo was on the floor by the toilet. Before I could wrap my mind around what the hell was going on, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the stall. He closed and locked the door and then pressed me up against the wall with his body. Without saying a word to me, he pressed his lips against mine. It was the first time I’d ever been kissed.

           I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him off but he fought with me and won. He was way stronger than me and…it turned me on. Even though I was still subtly trying to fight him, I was so horny by that point. I began to kiss him back and that’s when he pushed into me, making the hard dick in his shorts poke my navel. The whole situation seemed so unreal to me. It felt like I was dreaming, so I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t.

           “I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a minute,” he finally said after taking a break from my lips. “Can I trust you, Elliott?”

           “Yes,” I answered swiftly. “I won’t tell anybody.”

           “That’s wassup. Touch on me, baby.”

           I touched his sexy body and he wrapped his arms around me. He sucked on my neck and I kissed on his. When I felt his hands grab my ass and squeeze on it, I damn near melted. His hands slipped into the back of my pants and briefs and he caressed my bare ass. He slid his finger down my crack and tickled my hole. His dick seemed to get harder and harder. I could feel it pulsating as it continued to press on my navel. He removed his hands from the back of my pants and sniffed his finger.

           “Mmm, your ass smells so good,” he said before tasting his middle finger. “Just like I thought it would. You a virgin?”

           I looked down in shame before answering, “Yeah.”

           “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, baby. That’ll make it even more special.”

           “Hold up, you want to have sex with me? Jabari, I’m not ready for all that. I like you and everything but…”

           He chuckled and put his finger up to my lips to shush me and explained, “I don’t wanna fuck you right here and now. I’m talkin’ about when you’re ready.”

           “Oh okay.”

           “You ain’t talkin’ to no other niggas, are you?”

           “No.”

           “Good. Once you give it to me, its mine.” He kissed me a few more times. “Turn around and let me see it. I know you got a plump booty. Wearin’ them short shorts back when it was hot outside. Do you know how hard I get when I think about you wearin’ shorts? Turn that ass around and let me see it.”

           I turned around and he quickly reached around me from behind and unbuttoned my pants. He pulled them down along with my briefs. First, he rubbed his covered hard dick in between my butt cheeks. Then he humped me for a little while. After a couple of minutes of humping me, he got down on his knees and began to rub his nose and lips up and down the crack of my ass. That alone was brining me so much pleasure that my nipples became hard, and so did my dick. The moment his tongue began to circle my asshole, goose bumps formed all over my body and I felt like I would topple over. I grabbed the toilet paper dispenser for balance as he began to lick and suck on my asshole.

           “Damn,” he said in between licks. “You keep this booty nice and clean, El. I love the flavor of it, baby. The scent and the taste got me goin’ crazy right now, boo.”

           Hearing him call me boo was just as pleasing as his tongue licking deep inside my ass. I bent forward and he shoved his tongue even deeper inside. I was getting so wet by his licks that my ass was making loud squishy noises every time he sucked on my hole. I’d jacked off before and I’d played with my asshole plenty of times but I’d never experienced the amount of pleasure that I was experiencing in that bathroom stall.

           “Take your shoes off,” he instructed me. “And take off your pants and drawls.” I did as he told me to. “Now put one foot up on the toilet and bend over more.”

           I closed the toilet lid and placed my foot on top of it. I bent over again and he shoved his face in between my butt cheeks again. He parted them and shoved his tongue deep into my ass. That was when I started to shake. It felt so damn good that I could barely keep my composure anymore. I was moaning out loud and losing my breath as if someone had been chasing me throughout the school. My dick was so hard and throbbing by that point that I had to grab it and caress it. While I started to jack myself off, he slid the tip of his thumb into my tight asshole. It felt so good that I backed up on his whole thumb and squeezed on it with my anal muscles.

           “You like that baby?” he asked me.

           “Yes,” I replied with a moan.

           “Damn, I wanna get up in that ass so bad. I can wait but you done made it so hard now. Damn!” He smacked my ass with his other hand while his thumb was still inside me. “You wanna suck my dick?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Get on them knees then.” He carefully removed his thumb from my asshole and stood up. “I’ma teach you how to suck eight inches of dick.”

           I turned around to face him and he maneuvered around me so that my back was now to the stall door. I kneeled down in front of him and he immediately grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into his crotch. His dick had leaked a lot of precum so the front of his shorts were stained by it. With one hand on the back of my head, he pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down to his ankles with the other. My mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful dick. I’d seen quite a few dicks from the porn videos I often watched late at night in my room, but I’d never seen a dick as pretty as his. It was the exact same tone as the rest of his body, except the head was a light pink color. Like me, he was circumcised.

           “Kiss the head,” he instructed. I kissed the head and he moaned. “Yeah, now lick it. Lick that dick, baby.”

           I licked his dick repeatedly and tasted it. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted before. He grabbed it and softly patted my lips with it a few times. He rubbed it on my nose and then my lips before making me lick on it again. While he was teasing me, I had my left hand in between my legs all the way under my balls playing with my wet asshole. He had me imagining what it would be like to get fucked by him. After bending over and kissing me for a little while, he prepared me for the next step.

           “Suck on it like you would suck on a lollipop,” he told me. “Just don’t bite it. And go slow so your teeth don’t hit it.”

           I opened my mouth and let his dick enter it. I did exactly as he said and it must have worked because he started moaning. He didn’t push or anything, he just stood there and let me get suck on the head and some of the shaft. I wanted to try deep throating him because my friends said that’s the greatest feeling, but I was too afraid of possibly throwing up on him. Instead, I softly caressed his balls as I sucked on his dick. My drool rolled down his dick and dripped to the floor. Every time I looked up at him, he’d look directly down into my eyes. It was the sexiest thing ever.

           “Lick my balls,” he commanded.

           He pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it up as I began to kiss and lick his balls. They had a natural scent to them, not too musky but definitely a sexy natural scent. His moans got louder as I sucked on them. Unlike me, he didn’t shave his pubic hair so I had to occasionally pull a small strand or two from the tip of my tongue but it didn’t bother me. I was about to start sucking on his dick again but he pulled me up. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and that was how I got my first French kiss. I’d talked about French kissing with my friends so I knew what to expect. It was so freaky and intimate at the same time.

           “I wanna taste that ass again before I nut,” he told me.

           I turned around and bent over, placing my right hand on the stall door to keep my balance. He sat down on the toilet and began eating me out again while he jacked himself off. I licked my left hand before wrapping it around my own dick and jacking off. As soon as he began shoving his middle finger in and out of my hole, I felt this warming sensation come over my entire body. He slid his middle finger deep into me and held it and that’s when I lost control. I hit the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life. My cum shot out quick onto the stall door. I’d never shot so hard and far before. Usually it just rolled out whenever I masturbated.

           “Ah fuck,” he called out. “Ooh Elliott, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, baby.”

           He kept his middle finger deep inside me as he reached his orgasm. I could feel him convulsing. I looked back to see his dick shooting out big shots of cum onto his sweaty abs. He stopped jacking off and held his dick as the last remnants of cum rolled out. Finally, he removed his finger from my ass and licked it.  He then picked my briefs up off the floor, sniffed them, and stuffed them into his shorts pocket. He was so damn freaky and nasty, and it made me want to be freakier. After our bodies calmed down, we looked at each other and shared a laugh. He then stood to his feet and kissed me.

           “That was even better than I hoped it would be,” he admitted. “That shit felt amazin’.”

           “Who are you telling?” I asked with a laugh. “Boy, you made me cum so hard.”

           “Still think I’m playin’?”

           “Oh no, I know you ain’t playing now.”

           We got cleaned up and then carefully left the library bathroom. I walked with him back to the gym so that he could get his stuff and then we left the school building together. We got into his Honda Civic and made out for a while before he drove me home. After making plans to hookup again—next time in his car—I climbed out and ran into my house. I wasn’t sure if Jabari was going to be my first boyfriend or if we’d have a sex-only relationship, but I was prepared for anything. I may have technically still been a virgin but I was ready to hand in my v-card after that experience. And to think, I thought for sure that he was straight. It felt good knowing that I would be the only student who knew he wasn’t straight. And I knew as long as I kept that between me and him, I could have all the intense orgasms that I wanted.

[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 2015

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“Brotherly Bond”

           The day that I walked in on my stepbrother Darrius jacking off was a day I’d never forget. I couldn’t erase the image out of my mind and while I felt embarrassed about the whole situation, I also found myself attracted to him. I’d been curious since age fifteen but never acted on it, mainly because I had a stronger attraction to girls than I did other guys. When I saw Darrius on his bed with his boxers around his ankles and his hard dick in his hand, I got turned on instantly. A part of me wanted to join and explore with him. I had never thought of him in that way before that day. I was so confused but not too ashamed. It’s not like I could control what turned me on and what didn’t.

           “I don’t want any trouble out of you boys,” my mama said to me and Darrius. Her and my stepdad were about to go out of town for a business function for my stepdad’s job. “Do you hear me?”

           “Yes ma’am,” me and Darrius responded in unison.

           “And no parties, Darrius,” said Darnell, my stepdad.

           “Why you callin’ me out, dad?”

           “Because I know you. I swear if we come back and this house is turned upside-down, there’s gonna be some serious repercussions.” He balled up his fist. “You ain’t strong enough to take me out yet, so remember that. I got my eye on you even when I’m not around, boy.”

           “Yes, sir.”

           “Make sure he stays out of trouble, Justin.”

           I laughed and replied, “Yes, sir.”

           “Here’s some money for food.” He pulled some money out of his pocket and handed it to me. He always treated me better than he treated Darrius. “Don’t spend it all in one day. It’s gotta last y’all through Sunday.”

           “I think they got it, honey,” my mama said to him. “We need to get going.”

           “Remember what I said, Darrius. I got my eye on you, boy.” He gave Darrius one last look before heading out of the house with my mama.

           “Have fun,” I said to them as I stood in the doorway watching them go to the car. I then stepped back inside and closed the door.

                                            Me (Justin)

           “Have fun,” Darrius mocked. “You’re such a baby around them.”

           “It’s called putting on an act,” I explained. “Something you obviously know nothing about.”

           “Whatever.” He pulled out his phone and hopped off the sofa. “I’m goin’ up to my room to play some 2K15.”

           He ran upstairs and I sat down on the sofa where he’d been sitting. It was still warm from his body heat. The thought of that was making my dick hard for some reason. I tried to focus on the TV but something kept telling me to go upstairs to see what he was really up to in his room. After I walked in on him that day, it seemed like he didn’t care. He never brought it up and I damn sure wasn’t going to bring it up. I debated it in my head for a little while before getting up and going upstairs. When I got up there, I noticed that his door was cracked open a little. I stared through the opening and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed playing on his PlayStation 4. He had taken his shirt off and had put on some socks. Not wanting to get caught, I backed away and walked across the hall to my room.

           In my room, I took some selfies and posted them to my Instagram. It was a cloudy and rainy Friday afternoon so nobody was out doing anything. All of my friends were at home because there was no basketball game scheduled for that week. I needed to take my mind off of my stepbrother so I grabbed my iPhone Touch and my headphones and listened to some music while lying on my bed. That didn’t seem to help because every now and then I’d think about Darrius and my dick would get hard. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

           I don’t know how long I was asleep but when I woke up and took off my headphones, I immediately heard the sound of a woman moaning. I leaped out of bed and hurried out of my room. The moaning was coming from Darrius’s room. His door was still cracked open so I peeked inside and saw that he was looking at something on his laptop. He was watching porn and rubbing on the bulge in his sweatpants. Seeing him like that drove my horniness into overdrive. I slid my hand into my shorts and gripped my dick as it grew harder and harder by the second. Why was he watching porn without his headphones plugged in? And why was he doing it without his door closed? I still didn’t want to get caught watching him so I started to back away, and that’s where I fucked up. The floor creaked and he looked up and noticed me through the small opening in the door.

                                                Darrius

           “Justin,” he called out. “What are you doin’?”

           “I’m going to the bathroom,” I lied.

           “Nah, come here.”

           “What?”

           “Nigga, I said come here.”

           Reluctantly, I pushed his door open and stepped into his room. I had my hand covering my bulge but I knew he could tell I was just as hard as he was. I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry, man. I ain’t mean to look in here like that. I was just trying to see what that loud noise was.”

           “Man, stop with the bullshit. I know you be lookin’ at me when I beat my meat.”

           “No I don’t. I only walked in on you that one time.”

           “And you like it, didn’t you?”

           “Nah, I don’t feel any type away about it.”

           “Bruh, I said stop with the bullshit. I ain’t gonna get mad if you tell me the truth.” He stopped the video on his laptop and moved his laptop to the nightstand beside the bed. “Be real with me, bruh.”

           “Alright, I did like it. But I don’t know why. I have never thought about you like that until that day. You’re like my brother so this shit is all kinds of fucked up.”

           “But we ain’t brothers.” He stood up from his bed and his dick was so hard that it tented his sweatpants.

           “True, but our parents are married.”

           “And?”

           “We kinda related because of it.”

           “No we ain’t.” He stood directly in front of me. “But I think we just found somethin’ to bond over.” He grabbed my bulge.

           “Man, what the fuck…”

           “Shh. Ain’t nobody gotta know, J. This will be between me and you.”

           “But if our parents find out, we’re gonna get…”

           “They won’t find out. Nigga, we both eighteen. We can do what the fuck we want. Now grab mine.”

           “What?”

           “Grab my dick, bruh.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his sweatpants. “Yeah, feel on that shit.”

           I couldn’t believe I was feeling on my stepbrother’s dick and he was feeling on mine. His dick was definitely bigger than my eight inches. I almost felt sorry for the girls he’d fucked with that thing because I know he probably had them sore. The most I’d ever done with a girl was eat her pussy while she sucked my dick. I’d never fucked before. And now there I was, getting felt up by my stepbrother.

           “I be thinkin’ about you, too,” he admitted. “I see them pics you be puttin’ up on your Instagram. You don’t be wearin’ draws under your shorts, do you?”

           “Sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t.”

           “Freaky ass nigga.” He laughed. He then reached around and began to feel on my ass. “Damn, that ass phat. You ever play with yourself?”

           “You mean with my ass?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Nah, I ain’t never played with me ass. I jackoff though.”

           “We all jackoff.” He pulled away from me. “Let’s get out these clothes.”

           “For what?”

           “So we can beat our shit together. I know you want to.”

           “I don’t know.”

           “Bruh, nobody will find out. Help me get his nut.”

           “Okay but I ain’t gonna kiss you.”

           “Ugh, I don’t want you to kiss me. I only kiss girls, nigga. Now take that shit off.”

           He pulled my shirt up and I pulled it off. I watched him as he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. His big dick had precum dripping from it. Like me, he was circumcised. The only differences between my dick and his were his was about two inches bigger and my dick curved to the right while his had no curves. He pulled his sweatpants and boxers off along with his socks. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and revealed that I wasn’t wearing underwear. His eyes lit up when he saw my hard dick unrestricted from clothing. I pulled my shorts all the way off and was about to climb onto his bed but he stopped me.

           “Take them socks off, too, nigga. I wanna see them feet.”

           I pulled my socks off and then we climbed onto his bed. I sat with my back against his headboard and he was on his knees in front of me. He spit on his left hand and started jacking off with it. I did the same with my right hand. We looked into each other’s eyes as we jacked off together. The whole thing seemed so surreal to me but I was too far gone by that point. I wanted to bust a nut and watch him bust one. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting his dick but I knew neither one of us were ready to try something like that.

           “Play with my nipples,” he instructed me.

           “Why?”

           “Just do it, bruh.”

           I used my left hand to play pinch and play with his right nipple. Every now and then I’d spit on my hand to keep my dick lubricated while jacking off and he did the same. He used his free hand to cup his hairy balls for a while. Then he used it to start playing near my ass. I tensed up because I didn’t know what he was trying to do.

           “Yo, what are you doing?” I asked.

           “Spread your legs a little,” he demanded.

           “Why?”

           “I ain’t gonna finger you. I just wanna see what your asshole looks like.”

           “Nah man. I’m good.”

           “Nigga, stop bein’ scary.”

           “I ain’t scary.”

           “Then let me see this butthole.”

           Reluctantly, I spread my legs. He rubbed his finger on my asshole but kept his word not to finger me. I’d never played with my ass before so the sensation was new to me. He seemed to get hornier as he rubbed my virgin asshole. For the first time, I began to get curious about how it would feel to get fingered. My asshole seemed to have a mind of its own, tightening and loosening with each unpredictable spasm. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself wanting to go further.

           “Finger me,” I told him.

           “What?” he asked, not believing what I’d requested of him.

           “Wet the tip of your finger and slide it in. But be gentle with it.”

           “You sure?”

           “Yeah. Do it before I change my mind.”

           He licked on his middle finger and got it wet before pressing it up against my tight asshole. I spread my legs even further and took a few deep breaths before relaxing my asshole. The tip of his finger started to go it and I stopped jacking off, letting my hard dick stand up on its own. I thought it would be more painful the more his finger slid in but it didn’t hurt. It felt good. He stopped jacking off with his left hand and I stopped playing with his nipples. Instead, I spit on my hand and started jacking him off. My untouched dick was leaking precum down onto my abs.

           “Yeah, jack my dick bruh,” he moaned. “Fuck.”

           “You like that?” I asked.

           “Hell yeah. Keep doin’ that shit.”

           “Slide your finger all the way in me.” He pushed his whole middle finger inside my ass and started moving it around in there. It felt so good and made more precum drip from my dick. “Ah fuck, that shit feels so good.”

           “You so damn tight. I bet you’re gonna play with that ass now after this, huh?”

           “Probably.”

           “Keep jackin’ my dick. You gone make me bust.”

           I jacked him off faster and faster. He spit on his free hand and started jacking me off while keeping the middle finger of his other hand deep in my ass. I could feel an orgasm building up in me and I knew it was gonna be a big one. And I knew he was about to cum because his moans got heavier and louder. I played with his nipples again and that’s when he lost it.

           “Fuck,” he called out. “I’m gonna cum! Oh shit, Justin! Ah nigga!”

           He broke out into convulsions and his dick shot out four quick splashes of cum onto my stomach and chest. I continued to jack him off and he continued to jack me off. Eventually, he had to stop me because his dick head was too sensitive. He began to jack me off harder and faster while also fingering me and I felt my orgasm coming.

           “Ooh, D,” I called out. “Oh fuck, I’m about to nut!”

           I let out a loud moan as I hit my orgasm. My asshole tightened around his finger so much that he couldn’t move it anymore. My dick squirted out cum so quick that I didn’t even see the first few shots. One shot hit me my right eye and I had to close it. My body was out of control, jolting back and forth. After the last few ounces of cum rolled out of my dick, he stopped jacking me off. Carefully, he removed his finger from my ass. He sniffed it and then sucked on it which made me horny all over again.

           “Yo ass taste good, nigga,” he admitted. “Mmm. Better than any pussy I’ve ever tasted. I should’ve ate it before I fingered you.”

           “You nasty as fuck,” I told him while still trying to catch my breath. “Can’t believe we just did that shit.”

           “Felt good as fuck though.”

           “True.”

           “When are we gonna do it again?”

           “I don’t know. I guess it depends on whenever we both need to catch a good nut.”

           “Shit, you can come in here in the mornin’ and jackoff with me then because I have a boner every time I wake up.”

           “Me too.” We shared a laugh. “You wanna jackoff even when our parents are home, too?”

           “Hell yeah, the thought of gettin’ caught makes my dick hard. And we can jackoff in your car or my car late at night. That way we can make noise.”

           “You are a trip.” I sat up and moved away from him. “I need to get cleaned up.”

           “Let’s take a shower then.”

           “You mean…together?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Cool.”

           We left his room and went down the hall to the bathroom. We climbed into the shower together and cleaned each other’s bodies. And then we pressed our foreheads together and jacked off together again. After a simultaneous nut together, we cleaned off again and then got out. It was undeniable at that point, we’d formed a special bond. I knew I’d continue to fool around with girls and I knew he would as well, but together we’d always share that bond. There was no telling how far we’d go with it but I knew eventually we would go farther. It took us six years—the amount of times our parents had been married—to find something to bond over and we’d finally found it.

[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

[morrisondauthor]

“Taken by Dreams”

           Out of all the straight boys in my neighborhood that gave me a hard time for being gay, Jerrod Moody was the absolute worst. He not only talked shit whenever he saw me, he borderline bullied me. It was bad enough that I had to put up with my family not fully accepting me. If I were stronger than him, I would’ve just whooped his ass but I knew if I hit him he’d beat the shit out of me. All I wanted was for him to just leave me alone. However, what ended up happening was truly unexpected.

           As if my luck wasn’t already bad, I ended up getting struck by lightning one night while walking home from a friend’s house. It wasn’t a serious lightning strike but it was enough to knock me out for a few minutes. When I regained consciousness, I had this weird sensation running through my entire body. Since I didn’t feel any pain and I clearly wasn’t harmed by the strike, I just finished my walk home. I didn’t feel like eating anything so I just went straight to bed. Before falling asleep, I thought about how different things would be if my mama, dad and little brother accepted me. I wouldn’t learn about my new ability until I woke up the next morning.

           “About time,” my mama said the moment I entered the kitchen. “You slept in late, sweetie.” She was setting the table for breakfast, something she hadn’t done in a very long time.

           “What’s going on?” I asked.

           “What do you mean, Tyrann?”

           “Why are you being so nice? And why are you setting the table? We usually just eat in front of the TV.”

           “I thought it would better to eat with each other for a change. It’s such a beautiful morning.” She stepped over to me. “Sweetie, your father and I had a talk when we woke up and we just want to let you know that we love you. I don’t know why it has taken us so long to get used to the fact that you’re gay but we think it’s time to stop treating you differently than how we treat Trayvon.”

           “Um…okay.” I sat down at the table just as my dad and little brother Trayvon were entering the kitchen.

           “Did your mama tell you what me and her talked about?” dad asked me.

           “Yes, sir.”

           “We’re sorry, son.”

           “Yeah,” added Trayvon. “I’m sorry, too, Tyrann.” He gave me a hug, something he hadn’t done since he was a toddler.

           “I don’t understand,” I said to them. “Just yesterday…” I stopped myself and just decided not to question it.

                                         Me (Tyrann Cooper)

           As I sat there eating with my family, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I didn’t understand why it was happening at the time but I was grateful for it. It had been so long since things felt normal in that house. Ever since I came out, nothing was the same. Now it was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It really was a good feeling.

           So after having breakfast with my family, I met up with my best friend Meisha at the park up the street from my house. I was going to tell her about what happened to me while I was walking from her house but something told me to keep it to myself. School was gonna be back in a few weeks so we mainly talked about that. Everything was cool until we got by the swing set where Jerrod and his friends were hanging out.

           “Look at this gay nigga,” said Jerrod with a laugh. “Faggot thinks he’s a bitch.” The four of them laughed.

           “Shut the fuck up, Jerrod,” Meisha snapped at him. “You dusty ass negro.”

           “Fuck you bitch. You need to stop boostin’ that nigga’s head up about bein’ gay and just give him some pussy. That’s all he needs.”

           “True,” said one of his friends.

           “Come on, Meisha,” I said, pulling her away.

           “Why do you let him pick on you like that, Tyrann? You need to stand up for yourself.”

           “And what, get my ass kicked? It’s better just to let him talk his shit and then move on.”

           “I’m just saying, we’re gonna be seniors this school year. You can’t keep letting him treat you like that.”

           “Yeah, I know. Maybe somehow I can change his mind on how he feels about me.” It wasn’t until I said that that I remembered what I was able to do with my family. I stopped walking so Meisha turned towards me.

           “You okay, Ty?”

           “Yeah, I’m good. I just…it’s nothing. Come on, let’s go see if James wants to hang out.” We resumed walking towards our friend James’s house.

           After spending the day at the outlet mall near our neighborhood, we went back to Meisha’s house and watched TV until that night. I walked home at around seven o’clock and luckily didn’t get struck by lightning since it was a clear night. When I got home, my mama was setting the table for dinner. I was going to have to get used to that.

           “I made your favorite,” she said to me. “Baked spaghetti with pepperoni and cheese on top.”

           “Cool,” I said with a smile. “You need any help getting everything ready?”

           “Sure, I’d like that.”

           I went over to the cabinet and pulled down four glasses for us. I then grabbed the pitcher of Kool-Aid from the refrigerator. After taking it all to the table, I asked her, “What made you and dad want to accept me, ma?”

           “I honestly don’t know, sweetheart. I just woke up and realized the way we’ve been treating you is wrong. You’re our son and we have to do what’s best for the family. And all of us being happy is what’s best. If you’re happy then we’re happy.”

           We finished setting the table and then my dad and brother walked in. We sat down and had dinner together and it was so fun and loving. I wasn’t sure if it would be a temporary or permanent thing, but I was enjoying it while it lasted.

           Later that night as I was getting ready for bed, I decided to think about Jerrod. I thought about how I wanted him to be nice to me and to influence his friends not to be homophobic. Unlike with my family, I actually had a dream about Jerrod the moment I fell asleep. And it wasn’t the dream I thought I would have. It was a sexual dream. I wasn’t really attracted to him like that so I had no idea why the dream was sexual.

                                           Jerrod Moody

           He was in my bed with me and we were both completely naked. We didn’t say anything to each other but we were touching each other. He put his hand on the back of my head and made me suck his dick. I’d never sucked a dick before but somehow I knew what to do. At one point, his body tensed up and he came in my mouth. I could feel it hit my tongue.

           That’s when I woke up from the dream. The dream seemed so short but when I woke up, it was the next morning. And the strangest thing of all was how real it seemed. There was a strong bitter taste in my mouth and my lips felt sore. It was almost like I’d really given him head. I shrugged it off and climbed out of bed to have breakfast with my family.

           Once again, it was a typical summer morning and everything seemed fine. It wasn’t until I was on my way to the park to meet up with my friends that I realized something really had happened. Jerrod was standing up against a tree. I could tell he’d been standing there waiting for me because when I walked by, he quickly approached me. I thought he was about to hit me or something but there was something different about the way his eyes looked at me.

           “Hey Tyrann,” he said with a low tone. “Can I talk to you?”

           “Uh…I guess,” I replied. I wasn’t sure what he was up to but his calm demeanor kept me from freaking out.

           He looked around to make sure no one was around before telling me, “Look, I’m sorry for the shit I be sayin’ to you. I don’t know why I did it but I ain’t gonna do it no more.”

           “Okay.”

           “Do you forgive me?”

           “Yeah, it’s cool.”

           “Cool.”

           “If you don’t mind me asking, what brought on this change? I mean damn, you’ve been treating me like shit for a long time.”

           “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He laughed and then looked around again before admitting, “Last night, I had this wild dream. I was in your bed with you and we were both naked. I’ve never been in your room before or even your house, but it all seemed so real and shit. I could describe your bed and room and everything; like the pale blue walls and the brown blanket and blue sheets on your bed.”

           “How do you know that?”

           “I don’t know. It was in the dream I had. And then you…” He looked around again to make sure no one was around. “You sucked my dick. You were suckin’ my dick like it was my birthday or somethin’. It felt so good. And right after I skeeted in your mouth, I woke up. And you’re not gonna believe what happened next.”

           “What?”

           “My dick and boxers were wet, as if you’d really been suckin’ on it. The head was sensitive like it usually is after I nut, but that’s the thing; there was no nut. I’ve had wet dreams before but usually my boxers are sticky when I wake up. They were wet but not sticky. It was like I nutted but there was no nut.”

           “So that’s what that was in my mouth?”

           “Huh?”

           I shook my head and told him, “Nothing.”

           “So uh…what are you gonna be doin’ later?”

           “Negro, I am not sucking your dick now or tomorrow or probably ever. I’m a virgin.”

           “But the dream…”

           “Was a dream. Jerrod, I’m glad you’re not gonna be homophobic anymore but I’m not even ready to have any kind of sexual experience.”

           “Okay, damn. I can respect that. So can we at least be friends?”

           “Yeah, I can be cool with that. Friends.” We shook hands and then walked off talking.

           My life truly wasn’t the same after that lightning strike. Anytime I thought about something before going to bed or dreamed about a certain situation, the dream or thought had a real-life effect the very next day. I decided to never tell anybody about it in fear of losing the ability. I didn’t know just how far I could go or how much I could change, but I was definitely going to try. As long as I could stay focused on what was right, I knew I could make a real difference. I knew one thing; I wasn’t planning on walking outside during any electrical storms anytime soon.

[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

[morrisondauthor]

“Truth or Dare”

           Me and my boys Turk and Elvin had just finished playing basketball at the rec center and now had nothing to do except go home and do homework; which none of us wanted to do. So instead of going home, we walked around our neighborhood and talked. As usual, I was horny out of my mind. There was something about being sweaty and a little funky around my boys that made me horny for some reason. I always wondered if they felt that way, too but I never mentioned it. There was always that possibility that they’d call me gay and stop hanging out with me.

           “What y’all niggas wanna do?” I asked as we walked by the park near Elvin’s apartment building.

           “I don’t know,” replied Turk. “I don’t wanna go home yet though. I ain’t gotta be home until ten. I hate school nights.”

           “Me, too,” said Elvin. “I can’t wait until college next year. Without parents around all the time, shit is gonna be crazy.”

           “True,” I said with a smile.

           Elvin looked at me and asked, “You still thinking about going to LSU, Dante?”

           “Yeah. My pops think I’m just going there because of the football team but that’s not the only reason. I will be hittin’ up them games though.”

           “I hear that,” agreed Turk. “I hope we all can get placed in the same dorm building so we can still kick it like we do now.”

           “Hey y’all,” said Elvin. “Let’s chill down in my building’s laundry room. There’s usually nobody down there because most of the machines don’t work.”

           “Cool,” I said. “Let’s go.”

           We headed over to his apartment building, which wasn’t that far from the park up the street. When we got there, we took the stairs down to the underground level where the dimly lit laundry room was. Just like he said, no one was down there and almost all of the machines had notes attached to them saying the machines were broken.

           “Damn, how do y’all wash your shit?” Turk asked Elvin.

           “My mama just take our stuff to my aunt’s house. Don’t nothing work in this fucking building.” He sat down on one of the old sofas down there. “I come down here all the time.”

           “To what?” I asked. “Beat your meat?” Me and Turk laughed but Elvin just shook his head.

           “Man, fuck y’all,” he said back. “Like y’all don’t jackoff when you’re alone.”

           “I do but only when I got my room to myself,” said Turk.

           With them discussing that topic, I took advantage to see how far it could go by asking, “How many times y’all jackoff?”

           “Every day,” answered Elvin. “What about you?”

           “The same.”

           We both looked at Turk and he answered, “Not every day. My room don’t have a lock on it and I share a room with my little brother Tyreke, so I rarely have the room to myself. I can’t believe I’m talking about this with y’all man.” He shook his head and laughed.

           “Let’s play truth or dare,” I suggested with a smile.

           “Truth or dare?” asked Elvin. “We like five or some shit now, Dante?”

           “Come on, man,” I pleaded. “It’ll be fun.” I looked at Turk and asked, “Truth or dare, bruh?”

           “Truth nigga,” he said with a laugh.

           “Be honest. Have you ever tasted your own nut?”

           “Ugh, hell nah nigga! That shit is nasty. Have you?”

           “Yeah.”

           “Ugh,” said Elvin. “That’s nasty as fuck, bruh.” He shook his head and then asked me, “Truth or dare?”

           “Dare,” I stated boldly.

           “Oh shit, you got heart. Okay, I dare you to…” He looked around for a second and then smiled before continuing, “I dare you to yank out one of your pubic hairs.”

           “Ah, come on man. That shit will hurt.”

           “You picked dare, bruh. You gotta do it.”

           “That’s right,” said Turk. “You gotta do it, Dante.”

           “Man, fuck y’all.” I laughed as I shoved my hand into my shorts and used my finger and thumb to get one pubic hair. I tugged on it gently hoping a loose one would come off but it didn’t, so I had to pluck one off and that shit hurt. “Fuck!” I showed it to them and they burst out laughing. “I’ma get y’all for that shit.”

           “My turn,” said Turk.

           “Truth or dare?” I asked him.

           “Dare,” he replied.

           “I dare you to pull your shorts down in the back and smack your own ass.”

           “Nigga, that’s easy.”

           He pulled his shorts down, turned around and smacked his right butt cheek. That’s when I really got turned on. Elvin didn’t look but I did. My dick was getting hard but luckily I’d tucked my shirt down in the front of my shorts so they couldn’t see how hard my dick was growing. I’d been curious for a minute about my homeboys but on that night, I could definitely see myself trying some shit with them.

                      from left to right: Me (Dante), Elvin & Turk

           “Alright El,” said Turk. “Truth or dare?”

           “Truth,” he replied.

           “You ever fucked a white girl from school?”

           “No,” he quickly answered. “Have y’all?”

           “I let a few suck my dick,” I replied.

           “Same,” said Turk with a laugh.

           “Okay, I got one for both of y’all,” I told them. “And be honest. Have y’all ever jacked off with other people around or thought about it?”

           “Hell no,” they both answered at the same time.

           “Man, y’all are lying,” I said. “I know both of you probably done at least thought about it before.”

           “Have you?” Turk asked me.

           “Hell yeah. Unlike you two, I can be honest.” I looked at Elvin and asked, “Do people really never come down here?”

           “It’s rare,” he replied. “Why?”

           “Because all this talking about jacking off and shit got me horny. I wanna jackoff right now for real.”

           “I’m horny, too,” admitted Turk. “But that shit would be weird man.”

           “We’ve known each other for the longest, so I don’t see the problem. Girls do that shit all the time around each other.”

           “That’s true,” said Elvin. “I guess I’m down as long as it stays between us.”

           “All we’re doing is jacking?” asked Turk. “Because if that’s it then I guess I’m down, too.”

           We all looked at each other and laughed for a quick second before sitting down on that old sofa. Elvin was in the middle and both me and Turk were on the ends. I wanted us all to be closer but didn’t wanna ruin the moment. It seemed like they were both waiting for me to get started, so I pulled my shorts down a little and played with my semi-hard dick until it got hard. Turk rubbed on his through his shorts until it got hard and then whipped it out. Elvin looked back and forth at me and Turk for a while before finally getting comfortable enough to pull his shorts down.

           Like me, Elvin had an uncut dick. Turk was circumcised but his dick was definitely nicer looking than ours. His was longer than ours, too. But me and Elvin had him beat in thickness. We both had about seven inches while Turk’s had to be close if not over nine inches. While we all jacked off, we looked at each other and examined each other’s bodies and dicks. To my surprise, they scooted closer together and I did the same. Now my leg was touching Elvin’s and his other leg was touching Turk’s. Other than that, we made no other physical contact with each other.

           “Fuck, this shit feel good,” Elvin called out as he jacked off slowly. He then put a little spit on the head of his dick and got it under his foreskin before jacking off faster.

           I did the same and agreed, “Yeah, it do feel good.”

           “We shoulda tried this a while ago,” said Turk.

           The scents of our bodies mixed together turned me on the most. I don’t know why but that natural scent after getting sweaty always turned me on, even when I was by myself. So being there with them like that was almost as hot as being with a girl in my mind. I just wished we could be more comfortable with each other and try to go even further.

           “I’ma nut,” Elvin called out. “Ah yeah!” He sat up and put his right hand under his dick as a heavy and thick load of cum oozed out. He shook a few times and then relaxed again.

           “I dare you to eat it,” I joked.

           “I will if you’ll eat yours.”

           “Bet.”

           He first licked the puddle of cum in his hand before putting it all in his mouth and swallowing it. Seeing him do that shit was more than I needed to help me bust my nut. I leaned forward tried to cum in my hand like he’d done but I was a shooter. My cum skeeted out and only one of the six shots landed in my palm. After getting my body to calm down, I ate the little amount that actually got on my hand.

           “It takes me forever to cum,” Turk told us. “That’s why I usually can’t do it at home.”

           “You need some help?” I asked with a smile.

           He rolled his eyes and looked up in the air for a second as if he were really debating it. He then looked at me and Elvin and said, “Yeah. I dare y’all to help me catch this nut.”

           He stood up and I immediately got behind him and felt on his butt while Elvin stood in front of him and pinched his nipples. I’d never thought about fucking one of my boys before but I was thinking about how Turk’s ass would feel on my dick. I pressed my soft dick against that ass while gripping his waist and that’s when he lost it.

           “Ah fuck,” he called out. “Damn nigga!” He caught the cum that rolled out of his dick in his palm and then ate it like me and Elvin had done.

           “Did we really just do that?” Elvin asked while laughing. “That shit was crazy.”

           “Crazy but sexy as fuck,” admitted Turk. “I needed that nut more than I realized.”

           “Me, too,” I agreed. “We should do this…”

           “Hey, what’s going on down there?” some old man called out from outside the laundry room.

           The three of us pulled up our shorts and took off running. Turk and I left the building and Elvin ran upstairs. When I got home, I ran up to my room and texted them to make sure everything was still cool. They both texted back saying they were and I let out a sigh of relief. I then asked both of them if they were cool with making what we did a regular thing. Immediately, they both texted back telling me they were down. With that in mind, I grabbed some clean clothes and headed into the bathroom to take a shower but unlike most times when I took a shower, I didn’t jackoff. I was gonna save that nut for the next time me, Elvin and Turk played truth or dare.

[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

[morrisondauthor]

“A Very Freaky Christmas”

           For the first time in a long while, my parents wanted to spend Christmas down in Houston with my mama’s sister. I always hated spending Christmas there because it never snowed there like it did in Philly, my aunt Chelsea’s macaroni and cheese wasn’t as good as my mama’s and my cousin Demarcus was a jerk. He was straight and it was basically the sole reason why me and him never got along. My aunt married his dad when we were young kids so we weren’t related by blood. But even if we were related by blood, we’d still be polar opposites.

           When we arrived at my aunt’s house, I was a little surprised by how much Demarcus changed since the last time I saw him. It had been about four years since we last spent the holiday in Houston, so I hadn’t seen him since we were like twelve. I remembered him being this short bigheaded boy with braces. He’d grown a little taller now and the braces were gone. And his head wasn’t as big anymore. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t cute.

           “You sleep over there,” he said to me, pointing to the twin-sized bed by the window in his room. “That’s the guest bed. My bed is right here so don’t let me catch you on it.”

                                                  Demarcus

           “I see you’re still an ass,” I said with a smile on my face as I dropped my duffle bag on the floor.

           “Shut up. This is my room so it’s my rules. Rule number one, keep your gay ass off my bed. Rule number two, go to the bathroom to change your clothes because I’m not gay like you. Rule number three…”

           I giggled and said, “Little boy if you don’t stop. Nobody tells me what to do. And this is my aunt Chelsea’s house.”

           “Wrong, it’s my dad’s house.”

           “Nope, before you and your ragamuffin dad moved your dusty shit up in here, my aunt lived here by herself. She’s a doctor so I know she pays most if not all the bills up in this bitch. Your dad is a construction worker so I know he can’t afford this house.”

           “Don’t talk about my dad, bitch!”

           “I won’t talk about your dad if you don’t talk to me at all. Because I don’t wanna be here just as much as you don’t want me here.”

           “Whatever.”

           “You’re still talking to me.”

           “Because…”

           “Damnit, you’re still talking to me.”

           He rolled his eyes and sighed before going over to his bed and sitting down. I smiled as I unpacked my stuff and then went into the bathroom. I had a bunch of text messages from a boy at my school named Eric that wasn’t my boyfriend but was basically my practice boy. I learned how to suck dick by practicing on him and I learned what it felt like to have my ass eaten. He wanted to go all the way but I wasn’t ready for that. I was saving that for the boy of my dreams: Orlando Jenkins. He was on the basketball team at my school and I tutored him for our algebra class. He was always so nice to me and I knew he was most likely DL and was just waiting on me to make the first move. So I was building up my skills until the day I was ready to go all the way with him. Eric was my practice boy, and I would soon have a new practice boy.

                                                 Me (Tevin)

           “The fuck are you doing in there?” Demarcus asked while knocking on his bathroom door. “Get out the bathroom, Tevin!”

           “Go use the one downstairs,” I said back.

           “This is my bathroom!” He calmed down. “I’m sorry for being a dick earlier. Come on, Tevin. I gotta piss.”

           “Say pretty please.”

           “Pretty please.”

           “Tell me I’m the cutest boy from West Philly who…”

           “Tevin, please.”

           “Damn, alright.” I snapped a few more selfies and sent them to Eric before stepping out of the bathroom to see Demarcus standing there holding his dick to keep from peeing on himself. “There, now you can tinkle.”

           He went into the bathroom and closed the door, and I went downstairs to see what my mama was up to. She was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine while my dad was outside in the front yard talking to Demarcus’s dad and one of their neighbors. I sat on the sofa beside my mama and asked, “Why couldn’t we stay home for Christmas again this year? I wanted to spend the holidays with you and daddy like we always do.”

           “My sister wanted us here this year because she’s gonna have a baby,” she told me.

           “Really? Aunt Chelsea is gonna have a baby?”

           “Yep. My little sister is finally slowing down at work and becoming a mommy. I’m so happy for her and I can’t wait to finally be an auntie instead of just a step-auntie.” She laughed a little. “It’s been a while since there’s been a baby in the family.”

           “So uh…does Demarcus know?”

           “Yeah, Chelsea told them a few weeks ago.”

           “Hmm, maybe that’s why he’s acting like that.”

           “Acting like what? You two aren’t still at each other’s throats, are you? You’re not kids anymore, you’re big boys now and you’ll be graduating high school soon. You two need to find something that’ll help you get along with each other.”

           “He wouldn’t be interested in the things I’m interested in. I can guarantee that.”

           “So because you’re gay and he’s not, you can’t possibly have something in common?”

           “He’s always the one who has had a problem with me? I never started with his bighead self.” I rolled my eyes.

           “I bet if you really tried, you’d find something you really like about your cousin.”

           “I doubt it.”

           That night, I was getting ready for bed when I heard Demarcus trying to talk as low as possible on his phone under the cover on his bed. I couldn’t hear everything he was saying, but I knew he was talking to some girl because he kept asking her if her pussy was wet and if she could send him some pics. It had gotten late and I was getting sleepy so he was gonna have to get off that phone. I hopped off my bed and went over to his and snatched the cover off of him. The biggest smile formed on my face when I saw him lying there with his hand in his shorts gripping his hard dick.

           “Tevin!” he hollered. “You’re so fucking annoying! Give me the cover back.”

           “Come get it,” I said while stepping back.

           He stood off the bed and his dick shifted in his shorts. He snatched the cover from me and dashed out of the room and into his bathroom across the hall. He didn’t close the door all the way and was now talking to the girl over FaceTime. He kept shoving his hand into his shorts and grabbing his dick. I couldn’t see what the girl was doing but whatever she was doing, it had him extremely horny.

           As I looked at him, I realized he was kind of sexy now. And after seeing his dick print in those shorts, I was definitely getting some ideas in my head. I did only have one practice boy and you know what they say, practice makes perfect. So I hurried back to Demarcus’s room and waited for him to come back from the bathroom.

           “We’re gonna act like that didn’t happen,” he said to me after walking in and closing the door.

           “Okay,” I said with a smile. “I’ll forget the image of your big dick in those shorts.”

           “Alright, so…” He paused and looked at me. “Big?”

           I learned very quickly that boys who were straight or considered themselves straight could not turn down an ego boost. I knew by saying his dick looked big in those shorts would be enough to boost his ego and put him in somewhat of a different mood. I decided to further test the waters by asking, “So, is your girlfriend cute?”

           “Monique’s not my girlfriend. She’s just some girl that I have phone sex with all the time. Well, I have ate her pussy a few times.”

           “Aw, Demarcus are you a virgin?”

           “Okay, I’m not even about to talk to you about this. Goodnight.” He turned off his lamp and climbed into bed.

           “It’s okay if you are. I’m still one. I’ve done things but I’m still a virgin.”

           “Done things? Done things like what?”

           “A little bit of this and a little bit of that.”

           “Bullshit. Your dad would strangle some dude if he caught you with him. He treats you like you’re his daughter instead of his son.” He chuckled.

           “My dad doesn’t know. No one does.”

           “Yeah right. Go to sleep.”

           “I’ve sucked dick before. And I’m good at it.”

           He was silent for a while and then looked over at me and asked, “Why are you lying?”

           “I’m so serious right now. I’ve been sucking this boy from school and he loves it. He’s been texting me non-stop since I got here. You wanna see the text messages?”

           “He gay, too?”

           “No. He gets girls but he says he’s never had his dick sucked the way I suck it. I’ve been using him for practice.” I could tell by the way he was looking that I’d gotten into his head. I swear boys like him were all the same. All it took was a small amount of ego boosting and the right timing.

           “So, he don’t feel weird letting you suck his dick?”

           “Not at all. He loves it. And I love sucking. I wasn’t born with these nice lips for nothing. Well, goodnight.”

           “Hold up. Do you always keep it to yourself? Like, you don’t tell people about it, do you?”

           “You’re the first person I’ve told this. We’re cousins so I know you won’t tell what I do.”

           “We’re not like real cousins. I mean, we’re not related.”

           “Yeah, but we’re still cousins.”

           He climbed off his bed and went over to the door and locked it before stepping over to my bed. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight, so it took me a second to realize he had his hand in his shorts again. I sat up in bed and even though he wasn’t saying anything, I knew he wanted some head. I looked up at him and he pulled his shorts down to the floor. He put his big hard dick in my face and made it bounce.

           “Damn,” I said as I admired it. “It really is big.”

           “You gonna suck it or just keep looking at it?” he asked with a cocky smile. “And keep it quiet.”

           “Trust me, you’re gonna be the one making all the noise.”

           I looked up into his eyes as I opened my mouth and let him slide his dick in. He immediately let out a long sigh and his knees buckled as I took his dick into my throat. I sucked him nice and slow for a while before finally picking up the pace. He put one hand on the back of my head and guided me while pushing his dick in and out of my mouth.

           “Damn, that shit feel good,” he told me in a whisper. “You wasn’t lying.”

           I stopped sucking him and made him lie down on my bed. I pulled his shorts off and dropped them on the floor. He put his hands behind his head and I climbed up on him and started sucking him again. His dick tasted and smelled so good because he’d taken a shower before getting ready for bed. Every now and then I’d look down at his feet to see his toes were curled up. That was all I needed to see to know I was doing a good job.

           “Lick my balls, too,” he demanded while smacking my lips with his dick.

           I first kissed and then sucked on his balls while he jacked off. That’s when he really started moaning. He was getting a little loud so I put my hand up to his mouth to keep him quiet. I made him spread his legs a little more and I started licking the area between his balls and his asshole. He quickly stopped jacking his dick because he was probably about to cum too soon. Just when I thought he was gonna let me rim him, he put his legs back down and made me suck his dick some more. I’d never rimmed my practice guy before so I was hoping Demarcus would let me do it, but I guess I’d have to wait longer to try it.

           “Pull your pajamas off,” he said to me.

           “Why?” I asked while still kissing on his dick.

           “Just do it, Tevin.”

           I pulled back and took off my pajama bottoms. I wasn’t wearing underwear so now all I had on was my socks and shirt. When I started sucking him again, he reached back and felt on my ass. He rubbed on my asshole and after smelling his finger, he sucked on it and then made an attempt to finger me but I was super tight.

           “Relax,” he told me. “I’ma do it nice and slow.”

           “I’ve never been fingered,” I admitted.

           “Do you feel like you gotta take a shit right now?”

           “No.”

           “Then you’ll be fine. Now stop trippin’ and suck my dick.”

           He made me suck him again and while I did that, he began easing his index finger into my tight asshole. I gotta admit, the more he worked his finger in and stretch me the better it began to feel. I tried to remain as relaxed as possible but every now and then I’d tense up because of the pain. And he kept licking his finger to get me wetter. He must’ve liked how my ass tasted because he never changed fingers. He did start using his middle finger along with his index finger though.

           “I wanna fuck you,” he admitted.

           “No,” I told him.

           “Why not? I’m too hard right now to cum from head. I won’t go too fast.”

           “No, Demarcus.”

           “Just let me put some of it in. I’ll kiss you.”

           “Nope. My first time is gonna be special and not with my cousin.”

           “We’re not real cousins.”

           “It doesn’t matter. Do you wanna cum with my help or by yourself?”

           “Damn, alright.”

           I deep throated him a few more times and then he stopped me. He made me lie on my back and spread my legs. When he bent down and was about to lick my ass, I stopped him and asked, “What are you doing?”

           “I wanna see what it’s like.”

           “Okay, but I’m still not gonna let you fuck.”

           “I know, damn.”

           He kissed my hole and I made it pucker a few times. He then started to circle it with his tongue and I had to put my own hands over my mouth because he had me moaning. My dick released a thick load precum that fell down on my stomach and I knew if I jacked off right then I’d bust a nut all over myself. So I kept my hands off my hard dick and clenched onto the sheets.

           “Damn, tastes better than Monique’s pussy,” he told me in between licks. “I bet ol’ boy never ate you out like this, huh?”

           “No,” I told him.

           He shoved his tongue in deep and more precum rolled out of my dick. He had my toes curled up and was making shivers run up and down my spine. My practice dude Eric never ate me out that good. Demarcus was rubbing his lips and nose all in it, getting freaky with me. I couldn’t believe this was the same cousin that I always found annoying and dumb. Now he was on the verge of making me bust the biggest nut I’d busted since the very first time I jacked off.

           “I wanna see you nut,” he said while fucking me with his middle finger in between licks. “Jackoff.”

           “You gonna nut, too?” I asked him.

           “Yeah.”

           He sat up and started jacking off with his left hand while fingering me with his middle finger on his right hand. I pulled my legs back even more and jacked off. Immediately, I felt this burst of pleasure building in me and I’d never felt that before. I started shaking and so did he. We were both trying to be extra quiet but managed to let out a few low toned moans as our dicks shot out big loads of cum at the same time. He stopped fingering me and collapsed in between my legs. I stopped jacking off and put my arms around him.

           “You don’t know how bad I needed that,” he whispered in my ear. “Thank you, baby.”

           “Thank you,” I told him. “I’ve never came that hard before.”

           “Imagine how good it would’ve felt with this dick up in that ass. I still wanna fuck you.”

           “My first time is gonna be with Orlando Jenkins.”

           “Who?”

           “My biggest crush.”

           “Nah, your first time is gonna be with me. I bet you I’ll get that ass before y’all leave after New Year’s.”

           “Mmm hmm, we’ll see. Now get up off me, bighead.”

           “Bighead? You mean big dick.” He laughed as he climbed off my bed and picked his shorts up off the floor.

           “Aren’t you gonna take another shower?”

           “Hell no. I’m going to sleep. Besides, I like having the smell of your booty on me.”

           “Ew, you’re so nasty. I’m going to take a shower.” I left his room and went across the hall to take a quick shower. When I got back, this nigga was in my bed. “What are you doing? Get back on your bed.”

           “This my room so technically, they’re both my beds. Now lock the door and come lay down with me.” I locked the door and then climbed into the bed with him. He put his arm around me and asked, “You don’t snore loud do you?”

           “No and you better not either.”

           We went to sleep in the same bed that night, and the next morning woke up with two serious cases of morning wood. We jacked off together while kissing and busted nuts together again. After getting cleaned up, we went downstairs together to have breakfast. Our parents were shocked to finally see us getting along.

           “I knew it would only be a matter of time,” said aunt Chelsea as she put our plates in front of us.

           “What made you two finally get over your differences?” my mama asked.

           Demarcus put his arm around me and said, “Tevin has always been my favorite cuz. Ain’t that right, T?”

           “That’s right,” I said with a smile. Under the table, I placed my hand on his bulge and rubbed on it and he smiled. I just might let him get some ass after all, I thought to myself as I began to eat breakfast.

[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

[morrisondauthor]

“Never Judge a Book”

           My best friend Sheena’s stepbrother Montrell had been my biggest crush since we were like thirteen. By the time we were juniors in high school, I’d developed all kinds of feelings for him even though he basically treated me like a brother. Everything about him from his hair to his smile to his size twelve feet was just perfect to me. I was always over him and Sheena’s house hanging out with Sheena, so I saw him all the time outside of school. We’d kid around and stuff, but sometimes I got the feeling that he knew I was feeling him. I wasn’t exactly sure but I had my suspicions.

           Since his dad bought him a Jeep the summer before junior year, Sheena and I rode to and from school with him most of the time; that is until Sheena started dating Isaiah Tompkins and riding to school with him. Now I either rode the bus or caught a ride with Montrell and whatever girl he had riding with him, which was pretty much all the time since girls were usually all over him. I kept telling myself that one day I’d face my fear and tell Montrell that I liked him, but I wasn’t sure that day would ever come.

           “I can’t stand Mrs. Gordon’s mean ass,” Sheena said to me and our friend Wes as we walked out of Mrs. Gordon’s advanced calculus class, our last class of the day. “I do all of my work and she still wants to bitch all the time about me whispering to people. It’s not like I talk out loud.”

           “You know that woman can hear anything,” I said with a laugh. “What did y’all get on your tests? I got an A.”

           “I got an A+,” said Sheena.

           “B+,” Wes told us. “I messed up on the hyperbola graphing. I got everything else right on the test though.”

           “I messed up a little on mine, too, but she wrote on the side that it was a simple mistake. As long as I passed.” We made it to our lockers and when I opened mine, I noticed a note sitting on top of my books. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into my pocket before Sheena or Wes could see.

           “Hey boo,” Isaiah said as he walked up to Sheena at her locker. “You ready to go?”

           “Yeah,” she said back happily. She grabbed some books from her locker and then closed it before asking me and Wes, “Y’all need a ride home?”

           “I’m staying here,” Wes told her. “I got a group project for physics to do in one of the science labs downstairs.”

           “I’ll probably take the bus home,” I said.

           “Alright, see y’all tomorrow.” She grabbed Isaiah’s hand and walked off with him.

           “Later, Jesse,” Wes said to me before walking towards the library.

           Instead of heading towards the stairwell to go to the back of the school where the buses were, I walked into the nearest boys’ restroom to read the note I’d gotten. Hoping that it was from Montrell, I opened that note as fast as I could. All it said was, ‘Meet me backstage in the auditorium after school.’ It didn’t say who it was from, but I just knew it was from Montrell. With a smile on my face and my cheeks red from blushing, I left the restroom and headed to the school auditorium.

                                             Me (Jesse Mills)

           My heart was beating a million times per second as I entered the auditorium. No one was sitting in any of the seats, so I knew I’d be in there alone with him. I hurried up onto the stage and rushed to the back to see…Sarah Gunderson waiting there. She was this white girl from my AP psychology class. My face immediately went from happy to sad. She smiled and asked, “You forgot I needed notes from yesterday’s class, didn’t you?”

           “I did but I have them with me,” I told her. I reached around and pulled my psychology binder from my backpack. I took out the four pages of notes I took from Mr. Ross’s lecture the day before and handed them to her.

           “Thank you so much, Jesse. Everybody else from class was being so shitty to me when I asked if I could borrow their notes. I can’t help that I had to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I’ll copy the notes and get them back to you tomorrow morning.”

           “Okay.”

           We both left the auditorium and then exited the school in opposite directions. I’d missed the school bus to go home, so I figured I’d just walk to the nearest city bus stop and wait for the next one to arrive. There was a bus stop not far from my house that I could walk from once the bus dropped me off there. So, there I was on my way off school grounds when I noticed Montrell’s black Jeep Cherokee was still parked in the student parking lot. I began walking towards it and that’s when I noticed he was standing on the other side of it talking to some of his friends.

           Nervously, I stepped up to them and shyly asked, “Montrell, do you think you can give me a ride home?”

           His friends looked at each other and two of them started laughing. Montrell gave them a serious look and told them, “Yo, chill the fuck out. This my sister’s friend.” He turned back to me and offered, “I’m sorry, Jesse; don’t pay these fools no mind. You know I’ll give you a ride.” He smiled at me and then unlocked the doors so that I could climb inside.

           I climbed in and told him, “Thank you.”

           After talking to his friends a little while longer, he said bye to them and then climbed into the Jeep. He started the Jeep up and immediately, loud rap music blasted from the speakers. He quickly turned it down and said, “I forgot I had it on that loud this morning. Sorry, man.”

           “It’s cool.” I put my seatbelt on just before he put the Jeep in gear and pulled out of the parking space.

           As usual, I tried not to look at him too much because I didn’t want him to notice it and get creeped out. However, it was so damn hard not to look at him. Montrell was one of the finest boys at our school. He was also very popular, mainly because he worked in the Foot Locker at the mall and always had on a fresh pair of shoes. I knew he messed around with a lot of girls but he never considered any of them as his girlfriend. It was kind of sad because girls would fight over him and he’d be so unbothered by it while moving on to the next girl.

                                           Montrell Jackson

           “You hungry?” he asked me after about six minutes of silence between us.

           “Kind of,” I told him. “I skipped lunch to get in some last-minute studying for my anatomy test. I’ll probably just make a sandwich when I get home.”

           “Nah, I got you. Let’s go to McDonald’s.”

           “I don’t get my weekly allowance until tomorrow. I don’t have any money.”

           “Jesse, I said I got you.” He laughed and asked, “Why are you acting so shy today? It ain’t because of how my boys were acting, is it?”

           “No.”

           “Then why are you so quiet today? You’re usually talking and laughing with Sheena and…” He paused and looked over at me as he stopped at a red light. “Oh, it’s because Sheena and your other friend Wes ain’t here, ain’t it?”

           “Well, yeah. Usually, I’m in here with them and you or with you and some girl from school. It feels different since it’s just us.”

           He smiled again and said, “Not to me. You’re like part of the family, Jesse. You’ve been coming to the house since we were kids. Just like you’re my sister’s friend, you’re my friend, too. We may not hang out like you and Sheena do, but that don’t mean we’re not friends. Right?”

           I smiled and agreed, “Right.”

           The light jumped to green and he began driving again. He drove us to McDonald’s and I thought he was going to go to the window, but he parked and turned the Jeep off. Once again, we’d never hung out by ourselves before so I was so nervous. The things I normally didn’t worry about, like the way I ate or how much I ate, were now on my mind as he and I entered the restaurant. Since I wasn’t paying, I figured I wouldn’t get much.

           “Let me get two Big Macs,” he told the girl at the counter, “a large fry, a large drink and four chocolate chip cookies.” He then looked at me and asked, “What you want, Jesse?”

           “Uh…a double cheeseburger,” I said.

           “That’s it?”

           “Yeah.”

           He turned back to the cashier and told her, “Give him a quarter pounder with cheese no pickle, a medium fry and a medium strawberry shake.”

           “Will that be for here or to go?” she asked.

           “For here.”

           My mouth dropped because I had no idea how he knew that was what I really wanted. True, it’s what I usually ordered whenever me, him and other people ate there but I didn’t know he noticed. He paid for the food and then I followed him over to where the drink fountains were. He filled his cup with Sprite before grabbing some napkins and going to an empty table. We sat down and waited silently as our food was being made. When they called our order number, he stood up and went back to the front to get it.

           When he returned, I asked, “How did you know I always order the quarter pounder with no pickle and a strawberry shake?”

           “I don’t know. I just know.” He opened one of his Big Mac boxes and started eating.

           “Dang, you must really be hungry. Two Big Macs?”

           “You have no idea,” he said with a mouthful of food. He finished chewing and explained, “I only ate my vegetables at lunch because I hate sloppy joes. And I have a gym class after lunch and we played basketball today, so that burned up whatever I ate.” He got a text message and began texting somebody for a little while.

           “Who is that, your latest girlfriend?” I couldn’t believe I’d asked that so boldly. What the hell got into me?

           He chuckled a little and replied, “Nah, that was a co-worker asking if I was working tomorrow. And I don’t have a girlfriend.”

           “Yeah, sure.”

           “What makes you think I have a girlfriend?”

           “One of the girls in the pics with you on your Instagram has to be your girlfriend.”

           “Those are just…girls. Just because they’re in my pics don’t mean I’m with them. If you don’t see me claiming them, then they ain’t my girlfriend. Simple as that.”

           Finally, I gained control over my mind and didn’t push him any further. It was then that I began to think about exactly what he’d said. To my recollection, he’d never claimed a girl as his. Does that mean he’d never really had a girlfriend? Was he just getting sex from them and moving on? If so, then that would be messed up. I didn’t want my crush on him to be effected so I stopped thinking about it as we ate our food.

           “Can you believe we’re gonna be seniors next year?” he asked me.

           “I know, it’s a trip,” I replied. “I’m ready for it though. I actually can’t wait to go off to college. My parents are so annoying.”

           “Your parents?” He laughed and said, “My dad and Sheena’s mama are way more annoying than your parents. Do you know how many times my dad makes me do stuff around the house? And my stepmom is always asking me to pull my pants up and bugging me about cleaning my room.”

           “Well, your room is usually messy. It smells like corn chips in there sometimes.”

           “Excuse you?” He laughed and tossed a balled-up napkin at me. “My room ain’t that bad.”

           “That’s what you think. You’re used to it.”

           “Anyway, your parents are way more laidback than mine. Your dad always cuts your grass. Your mama probably cleans your room.”

           “No, I clean my own room.”

           “So, why do you keep your room clean? You be having dudes over?”

           “Wow, so because I’m gay that means I’m constantly sneaking boys into my room?”

           He got serious and said, “Nah, I ain’t mean it like that. I was just…”

           I started laughing and told him, “I’m just kidding. I know what you meant. To answer your question, I just like to have a clean room. And the only boys from school I have over are either friends or classmates I got paired up for projects with.”

           “I heard you and Ryan were talking.”

           “Ryan Stephens?”

           “Yeah, the gay white boy in a bunch of your classes.”

           “He likes me but I don’t like him like that.”

           “Why not?”

           “Because he’s a know-it-all. He’s cute but…”

           “You think he’s cute?”

           “Yeah. I like tall boys.” I quickly covered my mouth and said, “Whoa, I did not mean to say that. Sorry if that creeps you out.”

           “Jesse, it’s cool. I can handle you talking about other dudes.”

           “How did you hear that Ryan liked me anyway?”

           “People talk about everything. They don’t know everything though. There’s some stuff people just can’t know about unless they know you personally.”

           There was something about the way he said that that made me feel something that I can’t describe. After finishing our food, we left McDonald’s and headed to my house. On the way there, I thought about his possible reactions to me telling him I had a crush on him. The worst he could do was get mad and tell me never to talk to him again. He could also spread it around school in an attempt to distance himself from me and to get people to make fun of me. The best reaction I could ask for—other than him telling me he liked me back—would be for him to say he’s not interested but that we could still be friends.

           “Can I come inside?” he asked as his legs were shaking. “Those three cups of Sprite ran through me. I gotta take a serious leak.”

           I laughed and told him, “Yeah, come on.”

           We climbed out of the Jeep and went into my house. He ran past me and up the stairs to go to the bathroom, and I slowly walked upstairs to go to my bedroom. Once inside my room, I took my backpack off and dropped it on my bed. I walked over to my computer desk and turned on my MacBook Pro. As it was booting, I took my shoes off. When I turned back to the door, I was a little surprised to see Montrell just standing there.

           “You about to do homework or something?” he asked.

           “More like put on some music to listen to while I read my comics,” I told him.

           “You still like comic books?”

           “Yep.”

           He shook his head and laughed as he said, “You ain’t changed a bit, Jesse.” He sat down on my bed.

           “Okay, I didn’t say you could sit on my bed.” I folded my arms and stared at him.

           He stood back up and asked, “May I sit on your bed?”

           “Yeah.” I turned back to my computer to type in my password so I could access iTunes. When I turned back towards my bed, I saw he’d kicked his shoes off and was lying on my bed with his hands behind his head. I laughed and asked, “Boy, what are you doing?”

           “Your bed feels comfortable as fuck. Damn. I wish my bed was this big.”

           “I’m sure you have somewhere else to be so…”

           “Nah, not really. I don’t gotta work today and my boys all got stuff going on. What time do your parents get home from work?”

           “They’re usually here after six. Why?”

           “Because I wanna chill out here for a minute.”

           “Alright, go ahead. Just don’t fall asleep on my bed. I don’t want your slobber on my pillow.”

           I put some Frank Ocean music on and grabbed my Spiderman comic book to read. I sat down on the other side of my bed and just as I was about to start reading my comic, Montrell asked, “How many girls do you think I’ve been with?”

           I don’t know why he was asking me that out of the blue, but the shock didn’t stop me from answering, “A bunch.”

           “Do you have a specific number?”

           “Twelve.”

           “Damn, you think I’ve had sex with twelve different girls? So, you think I’m a player?”

           “I didn’t say that.”

           “Well, how many boyfriends have you had?”

           “Zero. I’m not ashamed to say I’m a virgin that has never even been kissed before. Now, how many girls have you…”

           “Zero. I’m a virgin, too, Jesse. Just because I kick it with some girls doesn’t mean I’m having sex with them.”

           “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

           “It’s cool.”

           I finally found the courage and told him, “No, it’s not cool. Montrell, I need to be real with you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now and I know you’re not gay or even bi, but I feel like I need to get this off my shoulders. I like you. I really, really like you. I’m attracted to everything about you and I think about you in class and at night before I go to bed.” I stopped and took a deep breath before saying, “Now, if you want to hit me or flip out, go ahead and get it over with.”

           He sat there looking at me for a minute and then he sat up and told me, “You don’t know what I am. Does my Facebook or Twitter or anything say I’m only interested in girls?”

           “Well, no…”

           “Then what makes you think I’m straight? Am I kissing the girls in the pics on my page or just posing with them in selfies? Jesse, I’m gonna be real with you; I’ve gone to first and second base with girls and dudes. Those girls that done fought over me have never heard me refer to them as my girlfriend and I’ve never had sex with them. They just assumed they meant something to me because I might have made out with them. I’ve also made out with Chris Jamison but you don’t see him going around telling the school about it.”

           I was so shocked that I felt like I was going to faint. I did suspect that he might have known I had a crush on him, but I didn’t think he was a virgin or that he’d kissed both girls and boys before. My mind was so blown after hearing all of that. After seconds of silence, I asked him, “So, why have you kept this all a secret?”

           “Because it’s not like I make out with somebody and they’re automatically my girlfriend or boyfriend. What usually fucks it all up is they want sex and I’m not ready for that yet. When I have sex for the first time, I want it to be with somebody I actually care about. After I kissed Chris in my Jeep two weeks ago, he started asking me if I was a top or bottom and all that, and all I wanted to do was kiss him and maybe touch him a little. It seems like everybody just wants to fuck nowadays and move on.”

           “I can definitely agree with you on that. I’ve been told on many occasions that I have DSLs.”

           “What is that?”

           I rolled my eyes and told him, “Dick sucking lips.”

           He laughed and said, “Wow, people be wildin’ for real. I wouldn’t say that about you though. I think you have cute lips. Hell, everything about you is cute. I had no idea you liked me like that though until today when you started asking me if I had a girlfriend.”

           “I gave myself away?”

           “Yep. I knew the moment you started up with that girlfriend stuff that you were feeling me. That’s why I hit back with the whole you and Ryan Stephens thing.” He moved closer to me on the bed and asked, “What are we gonna do about you having a crush on me?”

           I smiled and replied, “I don’t know. I guess it’s up to you.”

           “I’m cool with anything you’re cool with. Just remember that your best friend is my stepsister. If it goes wrong, then we’re gonna have to see each other all the time.”

           “Then we have to make sure it doesn’t go wrong. That means taking it slow. Are you willing to do that?”

           “I can do that. But to seal the deal…” He leaned in and kissed my lips. After a few seconds, he pulled back and told me, “Now you can say that you have been kissed before.”

           I started blushing like crazy and so did he. He looked so damn cute. We kissed for a little while longer and then I started reading my comic book while he relaxed on my bed and listened to the music playing on my computer. I never in a million years would have thought that it would turn out this way. Now it was time for the hard part, taking advantage of our opportunity and not rushing into anything that would ruin the friendship. I looked forward to seeing what could develop between us. The biggest lesson I learned from the whole ordeal was to never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes, that outer layer has nothing to do with what’s inside.

[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 2017

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“Chronic Ditch”

          I couldn’t believe I let my best friend Jamal Hunter talk me into ditching school with him. We attended a prep school so I knew the attendance office was going to call my mama and tell her that I wasn’t in school. It was Senior Ditch Day, so the office was gonna have to call over one hundred parents. I didn’t plan on ditching because I knew my mama would flip out on me for it. Jamal was always doing bad shit. One time his stepdad tried to talk his mama into sending him off to a boot camp. Luckily, they decided against it. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like without Jamal in it.

          So we hit up Lake Castor where the other seniors were. The football players were cooking food on the grill and people were swimming in the lake. I had to admit, it was fun not being bored at school in those ugly ass uniforms they made us wear all day. Most of us had been prep school kids since kindergarten so we rebelled and got wild whenever we got the opportunity. But on that day, things got very wild.

          “This party is whack,” Jamal said as we sat under a tree drinking punch. “They didn’t even spike the damn punch.”

          “Why do you always gotta complain?” I asked him. “It’s warm out. Fine ass girls are walking around in bikinis. I’m glad we’re here and not in Mrs. Brummel’s boring ass English class right now.”

          “Man, fuck this party. I got something at my house that’s way better than this party.”

          “Like what?”

          “Weed, bro. I got some weed.”

          I’d never smoked weed before. I’d never even drank alcohol before. My whole family was very conservative and when my dad died, my mama became super conservative and barely let me do anything. I couldn’t date girls unless she met them first and even then, I couldn’t take them anywhere because my mama wasn’t getting me a car until after I graduated. I didn’t hate my life but I wasn’t happy. So when Jamal mentioned weed; of course, I was down for trying it.

          “Are you really gonna smoke with me?” he asked me as he drove us away from the lake in his Lexus.

          “Yeah, man,” I replied. “But if it’s bad I’m not gonna keep smoking it.”

          “It ain’t bad. I blaze up all the time.”

          “I’ve never seen you do it.”

          “There’s a lot of shit you’ve never seen me do.”

                                         Me (Anthony Gilbert)

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“Fire Head Freddy”

          I was up late on a Thursday night doing homework when all of a sudden my dick got hard. I hated when that shit happened because it was hell getting a girl from school to come over and take care of it. And jacking off was nowhere near as pleasing as getting head or some pussy. So I took a break from math homework and opened Instagram on my phone. I figured if I was gonna jackoff then it might as well be from looking at pictures from fine ass girls from my school. Looking at some of them pics had my dick harder than it already was.

                                            Me (Darrion)

          As bad as I wanted to slide into some DMs, I knew it would be pointless. I wasn’t on the football or basketball teams so I would either get ignored or cussed out. I got to one girl’s pics and started playing with my hard dick while scrolling through them, but stopped when I remembered something I overheard earlier that day at school. I was washing my hands when I heard two dudes in separate stalls whispering about how good Freddy Barnes sucks dick. I didn’t like what I was hearing at the time but now sitting up in my bed with a hard dick, I was seriously rethinking it.

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“How to Tame a Bully”

          Sitting in afterschool detention put it all into perspective for me. Yeah, I’d finally stood up to Calvin and shoved him in our math class, but it came at a cost. I’d never gotten afterschool detention before. I’d never even been written up by a teacher before or sent to the assistant principal’s office. The school’s automated system had already called my house and left one of those stupid messages, so I knew my annoying little brother Marc would tell my mama why I wasn’t home immediately after school. Knowing that I’d be grounded for a week or two made me angrier at Calvin, but anger wasn’t going to help my situation. Calvin bullied plenty of students so I wasn’t special. As I sat in afterschool detention beside him, I kept thinking of how I change things.

          “I’m gonna get you after we leave here,” he whispered to me. “This school can’t protect yo punk ass on the walk home, nigga.”

          “This is stupid, Calvin,” I whispered back. “Look, I’m sorry for pushing you in math class but you gave me no choice. Why do you keep picking on me?”

          “Do you really wanna know, Mykell?”

          “Yes.”

          “I just don’t like yo ass, bruh. I never did. I don’t know why, but I don’t like you. You’re a faggot ass bitch and I’m gonna fuck with you until we graduate.”

          “So, I have to go through another school year of this?”

          “Yep. You better enjoy the summer because I’m not takin’ it easy on you just because it’ll be our senior year.”

                                               Me (Mykell)

          After hearing that, I realized I had no options. It was either I fight him and hopefully win or I let him continue to bully me and let it effect my squeaky-clean record at school. Trying to reason with a bully was like trying to get a vicious pit bull to like you after it already bit you and showed you it doesn’t like you. I’d reached my limit with Calvin that day and enough was enough.

          “Fine, fuck it then.”

          He sat up and looked at me before asking, “What did you say?”

          “I said fuck it. Meet me in the alley behind Gorman’s Deli after we leave here.”

          “Oh, you wanna fight?”

          “Just meet me there, nigga.”

          I turned away from him but I could feel him staring at me the whole time we were in detention. When the instructor let us leave, I hurried out of the auditorium and headed to the alley behind Gorman’s Deli a few blocks away. As I ran there, I thought about what my best friend Terry told me. He told me that sometimes guys who were deep in the closet picked on openly gay and bisexual dudes. I somewhat believed that may have been the reason why Calvin bothered me every day, but I wasn’t sure. Either way, I had nothing to lose. So when he showed up in the alley, I was prepared for anything.

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“A Very Freaky Christmas”

           For the first time in a long while, my parents wanted to spend Christmas down in Houston with my mama’s sister. I always hated spending Christmas there because it never snowed there like it did in Philly, my aunt Chelsea’s macaroni and cheese wasn’t as good as my mama’s and my cousin Demarcus was a jerk. He was straight and it was basically the sole reason why me and him never got along. My aunt married his dad when we were young kids so we weren’t related by blood. But even if we were related by blood, we’d still be polar opposites.

           When we arrived at my aunt’s house, I was a little surprised by how much Demarcus changed since the last time I saw him. It had been about four years since we last spent the holiday in Houston, so I hadn’t seen him since we were like twelve. I remembered him being this short bigheaded boy with braces. He’d grown a little taller now and the braces were gone. And his head wasn’t as big anymore. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t cute.

           “You sleep over there,” he said to me, pointing to the twin-sized bed by the window in his room. “That’s the guest bed. My bed is right here so don’t let me catch you on it.”

                                                  Demarcus

           “I see you’re still an ass,” I said with a smile on my face as I dropped my duffle bag on the floor.

           “Shut up. This is my room so it’s my rules. Rule number one, keep your gay ass off my bed. Rule number two, go to the bathroom to change your clothes because I’m not gay like you. Rule number three…”

           I giggled and said, “Little boy if you don’t stop. Nobody tells me what to do. And this is my aunt Chelsea’s house.”

           “Wrong, it’s my dad’s house.”

           “Nope, before you and your ragamuffin dad moved your dusty shit up in here, my aunt lived here by herself. She’s a doctor so I know she pays most if not all the bills up in this bitch. Your dad is a construction worker so I know he can’t afford this house.”

           “Don’t talk about my dad, bitch!”

           “I won’t talk about your dad if you don’t talk to me at all. Because I don’t wanna be here just as much as you don’t want me here.”

           “Whatever.”

           “You’re still talking to me.”

           “Because…”

           “Damnit, you’re still talking to me.”

           He rolled his eyes and sighed before going over to his bed and sitting down. I smiled as I unpacked my stuff and then went into the bathroom. I had a bunch of text messages from a boy at my school named Eric that wasn’t my boyfriend but was basically my practice boy. I learned how to suck dick by practicing on him and I learned what it felt like to have my ass eaten. He wanted to go all the way but I wasn’t ready for that. I was saving that for the boy of my dreams: Orlando Jenkins. He was on the basketball team at my school and I tutored him for our algebra class. He was always so nice to me and I knew he was most likely DL and was just waiting on me to make the first move. So I was building up my skills until the day I was ready to go all the way with him. Eric was my practice boy, and I would soon have a new practice boy.

                                                 Me (Tevin)

           “The fuck are you doing in there?” Demarcus asked while knocking on his bathroom door. “Get out the bathroom, Tevin!”

           “Go use the one downstairs,” I said back.

           “This is my bathroom!” He calmed down. “I’m sorry for being a dick earlier. Come on, Tevin. I gotta piss.”

           “Say pretty please.”

           “Pretty please.”

           “Tell me I’m the cutest boy from West Philly who…”

           “Tevin, please.”

           “Damn, alright.” I snapped a few more selfies and sent them to Eric before stepping out of the bathroom to see Demarcus standing there holding his dick to keep from peeing on himself. “There, now you can tinkle.”

           He went into the bathroom and closed the door, and I went downstairs to see what my mama was up to. She was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine while my dad was outside in the front yard talking to Demarcus’s dad and one of their neighbors. I sat on the sofa beside my mama and asked, “Why couldn’t we stay home for Christmas again this year? I wanted to spend the holidays with you and daddy like we always do.”

           “My sister wanted us here this year because she’s gonna have a baby,” she told me.

           “Really? Aunt Chelsea is gonna have a baby?”

           “Yep. My little sister is finally slowing down at work and becoming a mommy. I’m so happy for her and I can’t wait to finally be an auntie instead of just a step-auntie.” She laughed a little. “It’s been a while since there’s been a baby in the family.”

           “So uh…does Demarcus know?”

           “Yeah, Chelsea told them a few weeks ago.”

           “Hmm, maybe that’s why he’s acting like that.”

           “Acting like what? You two aren’t still at each other’s throats, are you? You’re not kids anymore, you’re big boys now and you’ll be graduating high school soon. You two need to find something that’ll help you get along with each other.”

           “He wouldn’t be interested in the things I’m interested in. I can guarantee that.”

           “So because you’re gay and he’s not, you can’t possibly have something in common?”

           “He’s always the one who has had a problem with me? I never started with his bighead self.” I rolled my eyes.

           “I bet if you really tried, you’d find something you really like about your cousin.”

           “I doubt it.”

           That night, I was getting ready for bed when I heard Demarcus trying to talk as low as possible on his phone under the cover on his bed. I couldn’t hear everything he was saying, but I knew he was talking to some girl because he kept asking her if her pussy was wet and if she could send him some pics. It had gotten late and I was getting sleepy so he was gonna have to get off that phone. I hopped off my bed and went over to his and snatched the cover off of him. The biggest smile formed on my face when I saw him lying there with his hand in his shorts gripping his hard dick.

           “Tevin!” he hollered. “You’re so fucking annoying! Give me the cover back.”

           “Come get it,” I said while stepping back.

           He stood off the bed and his dick shifted in his shorts. He snatched the cover from me and dashed out of the room and into his bathroom across the hall. He didn’t close the door all the way and was now talking to the girl over FaceTime. He kept shoving his hand into his shorts and grabbing his dick. I couldn’t see what the girl was doing but whatever she was doing, it had him extremely horny.

           As I looked at him, I realized he was kind of sexy now. And after seeing his dick print in those shorts, I was definitely getting some ideas in my head. I did only have one practice boy and you know what they say, practice makes perfect. So I hurried back to Demarcus’s room and waited for him to come back from the bathroom.

           “We’re gonna act like that didn’t happen,” he said to me after walking in and closing the door.

           “Okay,” I said with a smile. “I’ll forget the image of your big dick in those shorts.”

           “Alright, so…” He paused and looked at me. “Big?”

           I learned very quickly that boys who were straight or considered themselves straight could not turn down an ego boost. I knew by saying his dick looked big in those shorts would be enough to boost his ego and put him in somewhat of a different mood. I decided to further test the waters by asking, “So, is your girlfriend cute?”

           “Monique’s not my girlfriend. She’s just some girl that I have phone sex with all the time. Well, I have ate her pussy a few times.”

           “Aw, Demarcus are you a virgin?”

           “Okay, I’m not even about to talk to you about this. Goodnight.” He turned off his lamp and climbed into bed.

           “It’s okay if you are. I’m still one. I’ve done things but I’m still a virgin.”

           “Done things? Done things like what?”

           “A little bit of this and a little bit of that.”

           “Bullshit. Your dad would strangle some dude if he caught you with him. He treats you like you’re his daughter instead of his son.” He chuckled.

           “My dad doesn’t know. No one does.”

           “Yeah right. Go to sleep.”

           “I’ve sucked dick before. And I’m good at it.”

           He was silent for a while and then looked over at me and asked, “Why are you lying?”

           “I’m so serious right now. I’ve been sucking this boy from school and he loves it. He’s been texting me non-stop since I got here. You wanna see the text messages?”

           “He gay, too?”

           “No. He gets girls but he says he’s never had his dick sucked the way I suck it. I’ve been using him for practice.” I could tell by the way he was looking that I’d gotten into his head. I swear boys like him were all the same. All it took was a small amount of ego boosting and the right timing.

           “So, he don’t feel weird letting you suck his dick?”

           “Not at all. He loves it. And I love sucking. I wasn’t born with these nice lips for nothing. Well, goodnight.”

           “Hold up. Do you always keep it to yourself? Like, you don’t tell people about it, do you?”

           “You’re the first person I’ve told this. We’re cousins so I know you won’t tell what I do.”

           “We’re not like real cousins. I mean, we’re not related.”

           “Yeah, but we’re still cousins.”

           He climbed off his bed and went over to the door and locked it before stepping over to my bed. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight, so it took me a second to realize he had his hand in his shorts again. I sat up in bed and even though he wasn’t saying anything, I knew he wanted some head. I looked up at him and he pulled his shorts down to the floor. He put his big hard dick in my face and made it bounce.

           “Damn,” I said as I admired it. “It really is big.”

           “You gonna suck it or just keep looking at it?” he asked with a cocky smile. “And keep it quiet.”

           “Trust me, you’re gonna be the one making all the noise.”

           I looked up into his eyes as I opened my mouth and let him slide his dick in. He immediately let out a long sigh and his knees buckled as I took his dick into my throat. I sucked him nice and slow for a while before finally picking up the pace. He put one hand on the back of my head and guided me while pushing his dick in and out of my mouth.

           “Damn, that shit feel good,” he told me in a whisper. “You wasn’t lying.”

           I stopped sucking him and made him lie down on my bed. I pulled his shorts off and dropped them on the floor. He put his hands behind his head and I climbed up on him and started sucking him again. His dick tasted and smelled so good because he’d taken a shower before getting ready for bed. Every now and then I’d look down at his feet to see his toes were curled up. That was all I needed to see to know I was doing a good job.

           “Lick my balls, too,” he demanded while smacking my lips with his dick.

           I first kissed and then sucked on his balls while he jacked off. That’s when he really started moaning. He was getting a little loud so I put my hand up to his mouth to keep him quiet. I made him spread his legs a little more and I started licking the area between his balls and his asshole. He quickly stopped jacking his dick because he was probably about to cum too soon. Just when I thought he was gonna let me rim him, he put his legs back down and made me suck his dick some more. I’d never rimmed my practice guy before so I was hoping Demarcus would let me do it, but I guess I’d have to wait longer to try it.

           “Pull your pajamas off,” he said to me.

           “Why?” I asked while still kissing on his dick.

           “Just do it, Tevin.”

           I pulled back and took off my pajama bottoms. I wasn’t wearing underwear so now all I had on was my socks and shirt. When I started sucking him again, he reached back and felt on my ass. He rubbed on my asshole and after smelling his finger, he sucked on it and then made an attempt to finger me but I was super tight.

           “Relax,” he told me. “I’ma do it nice and slow.”

           “I’ve never been fingered,” I admitted.

           “Do you feel like you gotta take a shit right now?”

           “No.”

           “Then you’ll be fine. Now stop trippin’ and suck my dick.”

           He made me suck him again and while I did that, he began easing his index finger into my tight asshole. I gotta admit, the more he worked his finger in and stretch me the better it began to feel. I tried to remain as relaxed as possible but every now and then I’d tense up because of the pain. And he kept licking his finger to get me wetter. He must’ve liked how my ass tasted because he never changed fingers. He did start using his middle finger along with his index finger though.

           “I wanna fuck you,” he admitted.

           “No,” I told him.

           “Why not? I’m too hard right now to cum from head. I won’t go too fast.”

           “No, Demarcus.”

           “Just let me put some of it in. I’ll kiss you.”

           “Nope. My first time is gonna be special and not with my cousin.”

           “We’re not real cousins.”

           “It doesn’t matter. Do you wanna cum with my help or by yourself?”

           “Damn, alright.”

           I deep throated him a few more times and then he stopped me. He made me lie on my back and spread my legs. When he bent down and was about to lick my ass, I stopped him and asked, “What are you doing?”

           “I wanna see what it’s like.”

           “Okay, but I’m still not gonna let you fuck.”

           “I know, damn.”

           He kissed my hole and I made it pucker a few times. He then started to circle it with his tongue and I had to put my own hands over my mouth because he had me moaning. My dick released a thick load precum that fell down on my stomach and I knew if I jacked off right then I’d bust a nut all over myself. So I kept my hands off my hard dick and clenched onto the sheets.

           “Damn, tastes better than Monique’s pussy,” he told me in between licks. “I bet ol’ boy never ate you out like this, huh?”

           “No,” I told him.

           He shoved his tongue in deep and more precum rolled out of my dick. He had my toes curled up and was making shivers run up and down my spine. My practice dude Eric never ate me out that good. Demarcus was rubbing his lips and nose all in it, getting freaky with me. I couldn’t believe this was the same cousin that I always found annoying and dumb. Now he was on the verge of making me bust the biggest nut I’d busted since the very first time I jacked off.

           “I wanna see you nut,” he said while fucking me with his middle finger in between licks. “Jackoff.”

           “You gonna nut, too?” I asked him.

           “Yeah.”

           He sat up and started jacking off with his left hand while fingering me with his middle finger on his right hand. I pulled my legs back even more and jacked off. Immediately, I felt this burst of pleasure building in me and I’d never felt that before. I started shaking and so did he. We were both trying to be extra quiet but managed to let out a few low toned moans as our dicks shot out big loads of cum at the same time. He stopped fingering me and collapsed in between my legs. I stopped jacking off and put my arms around him.

           “You don’t know how bad I needed that,” he whispered in my ear. “Thank you, baby.”

           “Thank you,” I told him. “I’ve never came that hard before.”

           “Imagine how good it would’ve felt with this dick up in that ass. I still wanna fuck you.”

           “My first time is gonna be with Orlando Jenkins.”

           “Who?”

           “My biggest crush.”

           “Nah, your first time is gonna be with me. I bet you I’ll get that ass before y’all leave after New Year’s.”

           “Mmm hmm, we’ll see. Now get up off me, bighead.”

           “Bighead? You mean big dick.” He laughed as he climbed off my bed and picked his shorts up off the floor.

           “Aren’t you gonna take another shower?”

           “Hell no. I’m going to sleep. Besides, I like having the smell of your booty on me.”

           “Ew, you’re so nasty. I’m going to take a shower.” I left his room and went across the hall to take a quick shower. When I got back, this nigga was in my bed. “What are you doing? Get back on your bed.”

           “This my room so technically, they’re both my beds. Now lock the door and come lay down with me.” I locked the door and then climbed into the bed with him. He put his arm around me and asked, “You don’t snore loud do you?”

           “No and you better not either.”

           We went to sleep in the same bed that night, and the next morning woke up with two serious cases of morning wood. We jacked off together while kissing and busted nuts together again. After getting cleaned up, we went downstairs together to have breakfast. Our parents were shocked to finally see us getting along.

           “I knew it would only be a matter of time,” said aunt Chelsea as she put our plates in front of us.

           “What made you two finally get over your differences?” my mama asked.

           Demarcus put his arm around me and said, “Tevin has always been my favorite cuz. Ain’t that right, T?”

           “That’s right,” I said with a smile. Under the table, I placed my hand on his bulge and rubbed on it and he smiled. I just might let him get some ass after all, I thought to myself as I began to eat breakfast.

[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

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“Youngin”

           Being openly gay and working in a store can get very annoying, I’m sure some of y’all know. When curious and downlow brothas aren’t making fun of you to prove themselves in front of their homophobic friends, they’re grabbing your ass and trying to get you to the bathroom so you can suck them off or even let them fuck. In my three years of working at the biggest supermarket in my town, I’d never let any confused or hate-filled dudes get to me. I’d also never hooked up with any dude that hit on me while I worked. One cold January night, that all changed.

           It had been a long day and I was ready to go home and chill with my adorable Chow Chow puppy, Max. I’d put up with a day’s worth of bullshit from my shift manager and the usual problematic customers, and even had to deal with a group of young dudes who kept calling me a fag while knocking stuff off of shelves. The security guard made them leave but when I looked outside a few times, they were still hanging around in the parking lot. That was the biggest problem with living in a somewhat small town, there was nothing for young people to do but get in trouble half the time. Anyway, I had about an hour left in my shift so of course it seemed like the clock was moving extra slow during that final hour.

                                                 Me (Romello)

           So I was in the middle of checking all the aisles to make sure there were no spills when I noticed one of the young dudes from earlier following me. I tried to ignore him and pretend like I didn’t notice him, but he kept following me down each aisle. Finally, I just turned around and asked, “Why are you following me?”

           This young ass nigga approached me while grabbing his dick in his grey sweatpants and replied, “Cause, I want you to suck my dick.”

           I laughed out loud and told him, “Little boy, I am not gonna suck your small ass dick.”

           “Small? Damn, it’s like that?”

           “Yep. Now you need to leave before I have security throw you out again.”

           “Why you gotta be so mean?”

           “Because you and your little friends pissed me off earlier with all that ‘fag’ shit.”

           “I wasn’t sayin’ it though. I tried to tell them to cut that shit out.”

           “Either way, you need to roll out before I get security again.”

           “I’m sorry, baby.”

           “Baby?” I laughed again. “Boy, you need to stop. How old are you?”

           “Old enough.”

           “For what, entrance into a PG-13 movie?”

           “I’m nineteen.”

           “Well, how about you walk your nineteen year old ass up out this store right now?”

           He looked around to make sure no one else was near before whipping his dick out and saying, “I may be young but I got a grown man dick, baby.”

           I can’t even lie, the sight of that phat dick had my mouth watering. He was kind of cute and I loved me some dark chocolate dick, but he was too damn young. I’m twenty-five and I’d never done anything with anyone below the age of twenty since before I was twenty myself. I didn’t laugh because I didn’t want him to think I was insulting his dick size—which was pretty big by the way—but I had to let him know that it wasn’t gonna happen.

           “You’re too young for me,” I told him. “Nice dick and you’re cute, but no.”

           “Come on,” he said. He looked at my nametag before adding, “Romello and Keshawn sound good together.”

           I giggled and shook my head and asked, “Why are you still here?”

           “I told you. I want you to suck me. I wanna feel on your booty while you do it, too. I walked all the way back here for it.”

           “You walked here in the cold? Boy, what’s wrong with you?”

           “I’ve been checkin’ you out for the longest. You’ve been workin’ here since I was like sixteen. When I used to come in here with my mama, I’d see you and my dick would get hard so I’d go to the bathroom to jackoff. Tonight, I just finally built up the nerve to tell you this shit. I know I’m young but it ain’t like I’m jailbait or some shit. I’m over eighteen now. If you want, I’ll eat your ass. I’ve ate pussy before and I like doin’ it.”

           “After my shift, I’m gonna give you a ride home. But nothing and I mean nothing is gonna go down between us. Now go wait up front.”

           “Damn, alright.” His head sunk and he walked away.

           As I finished checking each aisle, I tried to block the image of his dick out of my mind. It wasn’t even hard yet was bigger than the last dick I’d seen other than my own. I didn’t wanna let my inner slut out that night but it had been a good minute since I last sucked a dude. By the time I was clocking out, I was really thinking about giving his young ass some head. I grabbed my stuff from the employee lounge and then headed up front where he was sitting on a bench waiting on me.

           “About time,” he said while shoving both hands into the front of his sweatpants. “Took you long enough.”

           “Boy hush,” I told him. “I’m giving you a free ride home and I’m not asking for gas money.” We walked outside to my Honda Accord and climbed in. I started it up and turned on the heat so that the car could warm up.

           “You sexy as fuck, Romello.”

           “Call me Mel, and thank you.”

           “Why you don’t like me, Mel?”

           “I never said I didn’t like you. I don’t know you enough not to like you. You’re just too young for me.”

           “I’m probably just five or six years younger than you. That ain’t too young.”

           “Your age has teen in it, that makes you too young.” I reached down to put the car in gear so we could leave, but he put his hand on mine to stop me.

           “Just suck me off and help me get this nut and I’ll never bother you again.” He pulled his dick out and revealed that he was as hard as wood.

           “Keshawn, why can’t you just get some girl around here to suck you off? A cutie like you should have no trouble getting a girl to suck your dick.”

           “Are you serious? These tease ass bitches around here don’t suck no dick.” He stroked his dick and licked his lips. “Please suck me. I won’t let my boys come in the store and fuck with you again.”

           I finally gave up and asked, “If I suck your dick, will you promise to never come to my job and try this again?”

           The biggest smile formed on his face and he replied, “Yes, I promise.”

           “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.”

           I still put the car in gear and drove out of the parking space. However, instead of leaving the plaza, I drove behind the RadioShack building and turned the car lights off. I leaned over towards him and took his big dick in my hand. He had to have like nine inches on him because that dick was big in length and width.

           “You’d do some serious damage to an asshole with this thing,” I informed hm.

           “Girls be runnin’ from it,” he said back with a laugh.

           I shook my head and then started sucking him, making him moan and squirm a little. His pubes were a little musky but also had a fresh scent. His dick tasted good as fuck. Within just a few seconds of sucking on it, I was already addicted. He put one hand on the back of my head and used the other hand to cup his big balls. I spent a while just sucking on the head of his dick and midway down the shaft, and then I worked my way down further and deep throated him without gagging even once.

           “Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “I knew you could suck dick.”

           I wanted to say something back to him but his dick tasted too damn good for me to pull out of my mouth. I could tell he’d never had this quality of head before because he was squirming under me like crazy. Finally, I stopped sucking him and made him pull his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles. His dick looked even bigger now that it was free of everything holding it back. I rubbed on his balls and got back to deep throating him. The sounds he was making were turning me on even more.

           “Oh my God,” he called out while shaking a little. “I’m tryin’ not to nut too quick. You gotta chill, boo.”

           I stopped sucking him and jacked him off while looking into his eyes. I was caught off-guard when he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me like he’d been my man for years. He slid his tongue into my mouth and massaged mine with it. Who taught this young ass nigga how to kiss like that? He kissed me more aggressively while sliding his hand into the back of my pants and feeling on my ass.

           “Mmm, that ass fat,” he told me in between kisses. “You gonna let me up in it?”

           “Not tonight,” I told him. “You can feel on it all you want though.”

           I bent back over and started sucking him again. Meanwhile, he licked on his finger to get it wet before sliding it back into my pants and fingering my tight asshole. This boy was really trying to get me that night. Every now and then he’d pull his finger out and sniff it before licking it again and fingering me with it. He had my dick hard and leaking precum like crazy in my underwear. I was starting to worry about someone catching us out there so I did something that always made dudes cum when I wanted them to cum. I started massaging the area between his balls and asshole.

           “Ah fuck,” he moaned out loud. “Mel, you gone make me nut! Baby!”

           I sucked him harder and faster while massaging his taint and he busted a big load in my mouth. I rubbed on his virgin asshole and felt it pulsate each time he pumped his nut out. He was convulsing like crazy by that point and saying my name over and over again. I sucked him for a little while longer while swallowing all that sweet cum. He must’ve eaten some kind of fruit or something because that cum was very sweet.

           “Kiss me,” he told me.

           I kissed him again and he squeezed on my ass while kissing me back. I have to admit, he’d gotten to me by then. His age wasn’t really a factor anymore in my mind after all of that. After kissing him and tugging on his dick, which was still hard by the way, I grabbed some napkins from my glove compartment and wiped my hands and mouth with them. I handed some to him and he dried his dick before putting in away in his sweatpants.

           “Thank you,” he said while smiling at me.

           “Mmm hmm,” I responded. “Now let’s get you home.”

           He told me how to get to his house and as I drove him there, I kept looking over at him. He was so fucking cute. He’d put that finger up to his nose and inhale the scent of my ass. Seeing him do that and seeing the look on his face while he did it kept my dick rock hard the whole time. When we got to his house, I parked a little down the street instead of in front of it.

           “Please tell me we’re gonna do this again,” he said while taking off his seatbelt.

           “I don’t know,” I told him. “I mean, it was good and everything but…”

           “I wanna eat your ass and fuck you next time. And I ain’t never had my ass ate and I can tell you wanna lick on it. You made me bust hard when you were rubbin’ near it. I’ve been curious for a minute and now I know why. That shit felt so good. No girl could ever please me like that.”

           “I guess we can make it a regular thing but only if you keep it between us. That means no telling your little friends, no matter how curious they might be. I’m only gonna do this with you.”

           “It’ll stay between me and you, boo. I swear.”

           “Alright then.” I unlocked my phone and asked, “What’s your number?”

           He told me his number and then after kissing and touching on each other for a while, he climbed out and ran through the snow into his house. I drove off and went home. I took a shower when I got there and changed into my pajamas before texting him. He sent me some pics of his hard dick and I sent him pics of my dick and ass. Then we ended up having phone sex and jacking off together. I wasn’t sure how long we were gonna keep it going, but I’m glad I decided to give him a change. For a youngin’, he sure had some good dick.

[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 2017

[morrisondauthor]

“Any Time, Any Place”

           The very first time my brother’s best friend Antonio fucked me when I was eighteen, I knew it would be an ongoing and long-lasting thing between us. He made sure my first time was very unforgettable. For the following few years, we fucked regularly and my brother didn’t have a single clue. Antonio brought a challenge to me when it came to sex. I was reluctant to let him dominate me every time and he was equally determined to make me submit. Nonetheless, the way he manhandled me turned me on like nothing else. Even when I got involved with other guys, I always let Antonio fuck me.

           It wasn’t until he got serious with a woman that we began to slow things down. He eventually married her and even though I saw him all the time, we fucked less and less. When him and his wife had their daughter, we stopped fucking completely. I don’t think it was because he was changing, but had more to do with how time-consuming being a husband and dad had become. So for a little over a year, we didn’t fuck. Since I was a vers/top that rarely let other dudes fuck me, my ass missed the perfect combination of soreness and pleasure that Antonio used to put it through. I missed everything about him from his curved nine and half inch dick to how good his lips tasted. One cold January night, my wait ended with a phone call from him.

           “I was starting to think you wouldn’t pick up,” that sexy deep voice said to me over the phone. “What’s good?”

           “Why are you calling me this late?” I asked with an attitude.

           He chuckled and asked, “Damn, why you got an attitude?”

           “Because…” I decided not go off on him. “What do you want?”

           “I’m at the gym and you know how I get after a good workout. I was thinking maybe we could link up and do the damn thing like we used to do.”

           “I’m getting ready for bed.”

           “Rory, don’t be like that. I know it’s been a minute…”

           “It’s been longer than a minute. We stopped before your daughter was born and she’s walking and talking now.”

           “She can’t talk that good though.” He laughed but stopped when he noticed I wasn’t laughing. “Listen, how about I let you take control this time?”

           “What do you mean? You want me to fuck you?”

           “Nah, that ain’t what I meant at all. No man’s dick enters my mouth or my ass. You know that. I’m saying I’ll let you be more dominant; at least when we start. Now when I get in my zone I’m probably gonna give you the jackrabbit, but you can do your thing and I’ll just let you do it. You can hit me if you want. You can scratch and bite me. You can punch the fuck outta me, no bullshit. You know I’ve never fucked around with any other dude before. You’re the only one and always will be.”

           As much as I was putting up a front, I was already rubbing on my ass through my pajama pants. I could already feel him kissing and licking on my asshole, which was nice and tight because I hadn’t been fucked in a few months. I could also feel his warm seed filling me up. He was the only man I’d ever let fuck me without a condom. I never fucked raw with anyone else because that’s the kind of trust I had in him. After giving it some thought, I decided it was worth it.

           “Okay,” I told him.

           “Cool,” he said happily. “I’ll be over at your place in about twenty minutes.”

           “No, not here. I wanna do something we haven’t done in a long, long time. If you wanna fuck me tonight, it’s gonna have to be when and where I want it.”

           “Shit, any time and any place; you name it.”

           “I want you to fuck me in my store.”

           “In your store?”

           “Yes. Right up front in the display window.”

           “But what if a cop…”

           “No excuses. I don’t wanna get us in trouble but I like the idea of someone else catching us…and watching.”

           “You got my dick so fucking hard right now. Fuck. Alright, I’ll take a shower here at the gym and then I’ll call my wife and tell her I’m helping one of my friends with something. I’ll meet you at your store.”

           “Okay. Oh, and Antonio?”

           “Yeah?”

           “Make sure you take your wedding ring off before entering my store. I don’t wanna see it. When you’re with me, you’re mine.”

           He chuckled again and replied, “I’ll remember. I’m all yours, baby.”

           After hanging up, I grabbed one of my empty Fleet bottles and filled it with warm water. I cleaned my ass out and then took a quick shower before putting on some lotion and one of my self-designed adult onesie pajamas. I didn’t put on any underwear because I loved how my ass looked in the onesie without them on. I put on some sneakers and grabbed a couple of pillows, a towel and a blanket and a few other stuff we’d need before heading out the door.

                                                      Me (Rory)

           When I arrived at my men’s athletic and loungewear clothing store, I unlocked the door and quickly disabled the alarm before the timer was done counting down. I closed the door and then stepped over to the big display window to clear out the mannequins on display so Antonio and I would have enough room. It was a little after midnight so I wasn’t expecting anyone to walk by the window, but the thought of it had me horny out of my mind. I had just finished setting everything up when he pulled up out front in his Dodge Ram.

           “Shit,” he said with a smile on his face as he entered the store. “What kinda sexy thing is that you got on?”

           “One of my designs,” I told him. “You like it?”

           “I love it. Mmm.” He stepped up to me and put his strong arm around me.

           He forced his lips on mine while squeezing hard on my ass. I could feel his big dick growing harder and harder by the second in between us. It grew to its hardest point and poked at my stomach. After kissing for the longest time, I pulled away from him and just got a good look at him. I hadn’t seen him for almost as long as the last time we fucked. He was still his muscular and handsome chocolate self, only he looked like he’d stopped shaving regularly because his facial hair had grown in a good bit. I really did envy his wife.

                                                     Antonio

           “What are we gonna do if somebody sees us?” he asked while still feeling on my ass.

           “As long as it’s not a cop,” I answered, “I don’t care.” I walked back over to the door and locked it before making my way back over to the display window. I stepped up onto the platform and began unzipping my onesie.

           He got up on the platform with me. I figured since my store lights were still off, someone would have to walk up on the glass and peak inside to see us. No one was walking by as Antonio grabbed me from behind and started running his strong hands all up and down the front of my body. I could feel his hard dick poking the hell out of my lower back. He was as horny as I was by that point. He turned me around to face him, pulled the rest of my zipper down and helped me out of my onesie. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled it off along with my socks.

           “Look at them pretty feet,” he said while licking his lips. “I see you still like to get pedicures.” He grabbed my feet and started massing them, which felt amazing. “You know I still love them feet, don’t you?”

           “Mmm hmm,” I hummed while smiling at him.

           He sniffed my feet and then began kissing, licking and sucking on my toes. While pleasuring my feet, he shoved one hand into his pants and played with his big dick. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had my feet pleasured during foreplay. Antonio and I didn’t do that the last time we fucked. The last time we fucked was in a hotel suite on the outskirts of town. I always thought that last time was special because he spent the night with me and held me all night.

           “I can’t get enough of these feet,” he told me in between licks and kisses on my soles.

           He finally moved on from my feet and got in between my legs. He was still fully clothed while I was completely naked. I grabbed on his firm and full ass while he thrust into me. I kissed him and stared into his big brown eyes while keeping my hands on his ass. He used to make a fuss whenever I grabbed his ass but he wasn’t putting up a fight that night. When I slid my hands into the back of his sweatpants and underwear and felt on his bare ass, he stopped kissing me.

           “You know how I feel about that,” he said seriously.

           “I just wanna feel on it,” I assured him. “You said I could be in control at first, remember?”

           “Yeah but…”

           I kissed his lips to shush him while I continued to feel on his ass. I could tell by how his ass felt that he did squats frequently. He let me squeeze on his ass for a little while before pulling away and standing up. He took off his shoes and socks and then everything else he had on. Now we were both naked from head to toe. I made him lie down on his back on the makeshift bed I’d made with my blanket and pillows. I climbed on top of him and massaged his big chest and abs.

           “That’s it,” I told him. “Let go of all that stress, baby. You like that?”

           “I love it,” he replied before letting out a moan because I’d pressed hard on his sexy abs.

           I made my way down his body until I got to his long and thick chocolate dick. I kissed it and teased him, making him think I was going to suck him. Instead of sucking him, I started kissing and licking on his balls. He tensed up a little as I began licking his taint area. I grabbed his massive thighs and forced them apart more. He started breathing heavy because he knew what I was trying to do. I expected him to close his legs up to stop me but he actually pinned them back to let me do my thing.

           The first glimpse I got of his tight asshole made my mouth water. He made it wink and I damn near lost my mind. I knew he wouldn’t let me get too wild with it, so I just kissed it and licked it a few times. The natural scent and flavor of it had me wanting to do more but I knew not to push it. After letting me rim him for about a minute, he put his legs back down and I put my mouth on his throbbing dick. He became more relaxed as I took as much of his dick as I could into my throat. I always knew when I was sucking his dick the right way because he wouldn’t put his hand on the back of my head to guide me. His hands remained at his sides.

           “Ooh Rory,” he moaned. “You have no idea how much I missed this.”

           I stopped sucking him and demanded, “Tell me I suck dick better than her.”

           “You suck dick better than my wife, baby.”

           That’s all I needed to hear to motivate me into giving him the best head I had to offer. I didn’t care if he meant it or not, hearing him say it put my mind into another zone. I was deep throating him and slurping on his dick like I was on a mission to make him cum in my mouth. And I almost did get him because he quickly pulled his dick out of my mouth and pinched the head to make sure he didn’t cum.

           “Shit,” he called out. “You almost made me cum, baby. I’ve been saving this nut for two weeks.”

           “Your wife hasn’t let you fuck her in two weeks?” I asked.

           “She’s been stressed about her hair salon. I was jacking off but then I got the idea to hit you up so I’ve been letting it build up these past couple of weeks.”

           “Damn.”

           “Get your sexy ass up here and sit on my face.”

           I giggled as I climbed up on his big body and put my ass directly over his handsome face. He parted my cheeks even more with his hands and then began licking up into my asshole. The combination of his tongue in my asshole combined with the feeling of his facial hair slightly tickling me had my dick so hard that it stood up straight. I played with my nipples as I slowly moved my ass up and down on his face. He got my ass so wet and then he began slurping on it with his lips, which really drove me crazy. I closed my eyes for about two seconds and when I opened them, I noticed this tall and kind of cute white guy standing outside the window staring at us.

           “We have company,” I told Antonio with a laugh.

           He stopped eating my ass and came from up under me. He waved at the white guy and the white guy waved back. The guy must have been jogging because he had on athletic tights and gym shorts and an Under Armour hoodie. He slid his hand into his shorts and tights and began jacking off as he watched me and Antonio.

           “Bend over and arch that back,” Antonio told me.

           I bent over for him and arched my back and he shoved his tongue back into my asshole, this time eating me with more aggression and passion. I was moaning so loud that the white guy outside could probably hear me. I looked out the window to see he’d pulled his thick uncircumcised dick out. I licked my lips at him and he pressed his dick against the window. I couldn’t believe how crazy this situation was getting.

           Antonio squeezed on my ass while continuing to rim me, meanwhile another man stepped up to the window when he noticed the white guy jacking off. This guy was black and was a dead ringer for the football player Victor Cruz. He kept looking around to make sure no one else was around and after a while, he pulled his long caramel circumcised dick out and jacked off along with the white guy. Now I wouldn’t have minded having a threesome with Antonio and the Victor Cruz looking dude. He was sexy as fuck and his dick was so pretty.

           “Looks like we’re getting popular,” Antonio said after noticing the second guy.

           “They can look but not touch,” I said. “Now fuck me.”

           He picked up the bottle of Astroglide that I’d brought with me. I arched my back even more for him and put my head down. He used some of the lube to open my ass up because I was extremely tight. As he worked his way up to getting his whole index finger and then his middle finger into my asshole, I jacked off because my dick was so hard that it was hurting a little bit. When he was able to fuck me with two fingers, he went ahead and lubed his dick up.

           “You ready for it?” he asked me.

           “Yes,” I replied. “Give it to me, baby.”

           “Tell me if it hurts too much. You know I’ll take my time with it if I have to.” He pressed the head against my asshole and when I didn’t flinch, he continued. “Damn, that ass miss my dick, don’t it? That dick is going in there nice and smooth.”

           He was absolutely right. For the first time ever, his dick was entering me smoothly. Usually I had to bear down and grit through it, but this time was different. There was a little pain but my ass was curving along with his dick perfectly. I stopped jacking off and immediately a long string of precum fell from my dick.

           “Damn, look at them,” Antonio said, referring to the two guys outside.

           The Victor Cruz look-a-like was fingering the white guy and they both were still jacking off. I looked at them for a short while and then put my focus back on Antonio and the way he was fucking me from the back. He picked up the pace and started fucking me with one of his signature rhythms. Antonio had three distinct rhythms: the slow grind where he pushed in midway and gyrated into the ass, the middle where he went into the ass deeper without pounding, and the jackrabbit where he completely dug the ass out like a pornstar and had you screaming. He was giving me the middle by that point and it felt so good that I kept feeling like I’d cum at any moment.

           “Fuck me, baby,” I told him while clenching onto one of the pillows. “Fuck me like you love me!”

           That was all he needed to hear. He gave me the jackrabbit after hearing me say that. He was tearing my ass up and had me screaming like I was being stabbed. That’s when I just let go and hit possibly the best orgasm I’d had in my entire life. I could feel my dick shooting out a big load of cum at first but then he fucked me even harder and I lost my concentration. My asshole tightened around his dick and he lost control as well.

           “Oh fuck!” he hollered. “Rory!”

           He pushed deep into me and released a hot load of cum inside of me. He collapsed on top of me and kept shaking as he tried to catch his breath. I looked up to see both the white guy and black guy were gone, and two big loads of cum were on the window where they’d been standing. After a few minutes, Antonio pulled out of me and I turned over on my back. I looked over at him and he had the biggest smile on his face.

           “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until I busted that nut,” he said. “Wish I could’ve lasted a little longer but that wet and creamy ass got me. And then having those two men watch us was so fucking hot.”

           “I knew you’d like it,” I said. “You know, you’re still the only man I let put his cum in me. After all these years, I still can’t get over the feeling of having it deep in my ass. I love that feeling.”

           “And I love you.” He grabbed my hand. “Rory, I love you. I feel like I’m two different men, the one that will always belong to you and the one that’s dedicated to my marriage and my little girl.”

           “Do you feel guilty?”

           “I feel like I’m supposed to but I don’t. Rory, I’ve never been ashamed of my attraction to you.” He laughed to himself and revealed, “I’d wanted to be your boyfriend since I was like sixteen but you were always so much younger. When you turned eighteen, all I could think about was how I could get with you without Ryan finding out. I never thought we could keep it going for this long.”

           “So, does this mean we’re gonna do this regularly again?”

           “Yes. My wife is just gonna have to share me, even if she doesn’t know about it. Come here, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

           “Antonio, I love you, too.”

           We talked about things old and new for a little while and then got up and got dressed. I locked my store back up and after kissing and hugging some more, we went our separate ways. I guess I did feel somewhat wrong for continuing an affair with a married man but in all fairness, I did have him before his wife had him. He was my first and although I wasn’t his first, I was the first and only man he’d been with. That made what we had more special. I looked forward to the many times he’d give me his perfect dick and hearing him tell me he loved me.

[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 2017

[morrisondauthor]

“Is This Love”

           Valentine’s Day was always crappy for me because I’d never been in love on that day. Hell, I don’t think I’d ever been in love. The few men that I’ve had relationships with were basically jerks who liked the way I sucked their dicks and/or took advantage of me being nice. So when I met and got involved with Raekwon, I decided to do things differently. I wasn’t as nice with him and I withheld sex until I felt the time was right, which was over a month after we met. He let me know upfront that he wasn’t perfect and that his main priority was staying out of trouble. I ended up giving him a chance and I prayed every day that it wasn’t a mistake.

           “I want you to move in,” I told him immediately after morning sex.

           He looked over at me, laughed for a quick second, and then replied, “Damn, I ain’t know the dick was that good to you.”

           “I’m serious, Rae.”

           “Boo, as much as I like spendin’ the night over here and everything, I can’t just move out on my homeboy like that. We split the rent and he won’t be able to afford the place on his own.”

           “Tell him immediately so he can find someone else.”

           “El, I can’t do that right now. I’m sorry, baby.”

           “I just had to ask. It’s been on my mind ever for a while now.”

           “If I could move in with you today, I’d do it. You know I would.” He pushed the covers off of him and climbed out of my bed. “Damn, where my boxers at?”

           “They’re over here on my side.” I reached down to the floor and picked his boxers up. “If you want them then come and get them, big boy.” I put them behind my back. He laughed and quickly got on top of me and started kissing me.

           I met Raekwon Johnson six months ago while on my lunch break. There’s this Mexican restaurant that I always ate at for lunch not far from my job, and one day all the tables were taken. So I randomly sat down at one of the tables where only one person was sitting, and he was that person sitting there. I usually didn’t do things like that but when I’m hungry, I do crazy things. At first, I thought he was going to be homophobic and tell me to get up; but then he smiled and actually began a conversation with me. As a result, we had our first date the moment we first met.

           Raekwon was unlike any other guy I’d been with due to how honest he was. He told me upfront that he was openly bisexual but that he struggled with it because of how many friends he’d lost due to it. He told me about how he spent nearly five years in prison for shooting a man in a nightclub. He even told me about how afraid he was of being alone due to how his mama used to abandon him when he was a kid. I’d never been with a man who allowed himself to be vulnerable in the way Raekwon did. It seemed like most masculine queer men in Atlanta were afraid of being vulnerable or allowing themselves to be compassionate. I understood the reason for it, but at the same time I was annoyed by it.

                                        Me (Elgin Hathaway)

           “You’re cooking?” I asked as I entered the kitchen after my shower. “Baby, you didn’t have to do that.”

           “It’s just some burnt bologna and eggs,” he said with a laugh. “It’s Valentine’s Day and since I’m gonna be workin’ late, I figured I might as well do somethin’ special for you.”

           “Aw, thank you.” I stepped over to the stove and kissed him before going over to the table and sitting down. “How late will you be working?”

           “After my construction shift, I’m workin’ a six to eleven security shift at that science lab place that hired me last week.”

           “I’m a little upset that I have to spend most of Valentine’s Day without you, but I can’t get mad at you wanting to make money.”

           “I know this our first V-Day and it’s supposed to be special, so you don’t have to put on an act with me, Elgin.”

           “It’s not an act, baby. Believe it or not, I’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day.”

           “Never?”

            I shook my head and told him, “All of the men, and I mean all, that I’ve been with just weren’t Valentine’s Day material. I’ve never gotten flowers or balloons or even candy. I know those are just material things but little things like that are good to have every once in a while.”

           “Hmm, if I didn’t know any better I’d think that was a hint.” He smiled and then turned back to the stove to put the food on two plates for us. He brought them to the table and then sat down across from me. “So, what you got planned for the day?”

                                           Raekwon Johnson

           “Work. Terry and Ivan want me to hang out with them tonight, but I’m probably just gonna come back here and wait for you to get off work so you can either come over or we can talk on the phone.”

           “You should hang out with your friends, boo. I don’t want you to be by yourself on V-Day.”

           “It’s fine, Rae. I’m used to it. At least I can say I’m in a beneficial relationship for the first time. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”

           He flashed this cocky smile and asked, “I make you happy, huh?”

           “Okay, don’t get a bighead.” I laughed and informed him, “Making me happy is the easy part. Keeping me happy is where the hard work kicks in.”

           “Well, I’m a hard worker.”

           “You better be.” I smiled as I began to eat the breakfast he’d cooked. “Mmm, this is good, baby.”

           “Yeah, I did my thing.”

           “You sure did. Mmm.”

           After eating breakfast, he headed out so he could get back to his place to shower and change for work. I headed out a little while later for work and while driving, I had the strangest experience. It happened when I stopped at this red light in the midtown area. It began with butterflies in my stomach and then goosebumps formed all over my skin. I could feel myself blushing as my cheeks began to scrunch up like I’d just eaten something very sweet for the first time in a long time. My heart was pounding and I had to take a few deep breaths and exhale slowly. It wasn’t until cars blew their horns at me that I realized the light had jumped to green. I resumed driving and when I got to my job, I sat in my car for a little while trying to wrap my mind around what that sensation was all about.

           “Good morning, babes,” my friend and coworker Terry said the moment I entered the boutique. He noticed the look on my face and asked, “Elgin, you okay?”

           “Yeah,” I told him as I approached the front counter. “Terry, I just had the weirdest feeling on my way here. I had butterflies in my stomach and my heart was racing and my cheeks felt weird like I’d eaten a piece of candy for the first time in months. It had me so distracted that I lost control of reality for like a few seconds.”

           “Hmm, that is weird. Is something on your mind?”

           “Not really. I mean, today is Valentine’s Day and for the first time I’m actually in a decent relationship. I just don’t know…”

           “Oh my God.” His eyes widened and he had this big smile on his face. “El, you’re in love.”

           “Terry, I’m being serious. Maybe I’m coming down with the flu or something.”

           “Nope, you have been bit by the lovebug, boo-boo.”

           “What does any of that have to do with being in love?”

           “Trust me, I’ve been there. That shit really does hit you out of the blue. But damn, you’ve been with Raekwon for like six months now. What took you so long?”

           “I’m not in love with him yet, Terry.”

           “You may think that but your body doesn’t agree. Your senses don’t agree. You’re probably being too stubborn as usual.”

           I laughed and told him, “You’re crazy. I’m happy with Rae but that doesn’t mean I’m in love. Love takes time.”

           “Baby boy, you can’t predict when love calls. It don’t work like that. You could’ve fallen in love with him on the day you met if it was meant to be that way.”

           “Whatever. I’m gonna go clock in.”

           I walked to the back of the store and put my thumb on the thumbprint reader so that I could be clocked in for my shift. After that, I sat my bag down and took off my jacket. I was about to put my phone on silent but Raekwon sent me a text message asking me to have lunch at that Mexican restaurant we met at. I told him I’d be there and then I put my phone on silent and stashed it away in my bag on the floor before heading back out front to help Terry.

           “Mrs. Lewis is trippin’,” Terry said as we set up a display together in the display window. “She wants me to come in on Saturday because one of them bitches asked her for Saturday off. She knows I don’t do weekends.”

           “Ooh, I feel you,” I told him. “I don’t do weekends either. Are you gonna do it?”

           “What choice do I have? I don’t wanna get on her bad side. You know nobody else around here pays sixteen dollars an hour. I’m trying to go back to college after next summer so I need this money.”

           “I hear you.”

           He held up the dress we were going to be putting on the mannequin and asked, “Why do these women pay so much money for something like this? It’s just a simple black dress.”

           “I don’t know. Probably because the fabric feels nice.” I helped him get the dress on the mannequin before asking, “About this love thing, if I am in love then what am I supposed to do? I haven’t said the three words to Raekwon and he hasn’t said them to me yet.”

           “Yep, that’s usually the problem. Who will say it first? I’ve been on both sides. I’ve said it first and I’ve also had it said to me first. The only advice I could give you is to wait for the perfect moment to say it. If that moment doesn’t come, then maybe he’ll say it before you get the chance.”

           “I’ve been with guys for more than a year before and they never say it. I did have one boyfriend who said it but I’m sure he didn’t mean it. I’m scared that if I do say it to Rae, he won’t say it back.”

           He laughed and said, “Bitch, please. You know if you say it then that nigga will say it back with the quickness. You got that nigga whipped. He’s always calling or texting you to let you know where he is and shit. I wish Hassan’s no-good ass was like that.”

           “How are you and Hassan by the way?”

           “We’re cool. He’s still mad about me being friends with my ex, but we’re cool.”

           “That’s good. I told you the day we met him in the mall that he was the one for you, Terry.”

           He giggled and admitted, “Yeah, you did. You were right. Damn, I can’t believe it’s been two years.”

           “I know.”

           We finished setting up the display and stepped away from the window. After unlocking the door for customers to come in, he asked me, “Are you coming out tonight with me and Ivan?”

           “Nah, I’m just gonna kick it at home. Rae has to work and I’m not really in the mood to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

           “You’re never in the mood to celebrate it. When are you gonna stop being so damn stubborn and let go of your past experiences, El? Raekwon isn’t Darrius or James or any other nigga who did you wrong. Even you can agree he’s been different than them fuckboys.”

           “He has but…”

           “There is no but. You said he makes you happy, right?”

           “Yes.”

           “Then allow that happiness to grow. He took a chance by letting you into his life the same way you took a chance by letting him into yours. You owe it to yourself and to him to see where this goes. There’s nothing wrong with love, El. It can be scary but it’s worth the ride.”

           As usual, Terry had given me sound advice. Out of all my friends, he was always the one who made me stop and think about what was best for me. So when my lunchbreak rolled around, I went to the Mexican restaurant with the courage to tell Raekwon that I did love him. However, he wasn’t there when I got there. I sat down at an empty table and placed my order with the waiter. I texted Raekwon while I waited but he didn’t text back, which I thought was strange.

           “Hi,” said a guy who looked like the manager of the restaurant. “You’re Elgin, right?”

           “Um, yes,” I said nervously.

           “I was shown a picture of you and paid to give you this.” He handed me a note and then walked away.

           I had no idea what the hell was going on. I looked at the note and read it:

           The note was so cute that it made my heart skip a beat. I wanted to pull out my phone and see what was exactly at that address, but I decided to leave it up to surprise. I couldn’t believe Raekwon was surprising me like this. The butterflies were in my stomach again. After eating my lunch and heading back to the boutique, I looked at the clock and waited for five-thirty to arrive.

           “Why do you keep looking at the clock?” Terry asked me. “Your eyes aren’t going to make the time go by faster.”

           “I wasn’t going to say anything,” I told him, “but Rae gave me this cute ass note.” I pulled the note out and handed it to him.

           He read it and said, “Aw, this shit is so cute and romantic. Damn, your man has good handwriting. What do you think he has planned?”

           “I don’t know but I’m looking forward to it. I can’t believe he’s doing this. And all because I said I never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.”

           “Aw, that means he listened to you. See, you don’t have anything to worry about, El. I bet he has some real special shit planned for you.”

           That workday couldn’t have ended fast enough for me. The moment five-thirty rolled around, I clocked out and grabbed my stuff. I drove to the address Raekwon had written down in the note and was surprised to see it was a flower shop. I entered and slowly made my way up to the front counter.

           “Hi,” said a woman as she noticed me standing there. “How may I help you?”

           “Um, I’m not sure,” I told her. “My name is Elgin and…”

           “Oh, you’re Elgin.” She smiled and reached under the counter and pulled out this basket filled with red roses and blue violets. There was a note tucked in, separating the violets from the roses. “Here you go.” She handed the basket to me. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

           “Thank you.” I walked out of the shop and after getting back into my car, I read the note that was tucked in between the flowers:

           I laughed to myself as I started up my car and began driving towards the McDonald’s. I still couldn’t believe how quickly he’d put this whole thing together. Normally, I’d think something like this was a little cheesy or corny, but I was all giddy inside. I arrived at the McDonald’s off of Ponce de Leon Avenue in midtown Atlanta. I walked in and the moment I walked to the order side, the girl behind the register smiled and said, “One second.”

           “Okay,” I said back, not knowing what to expect.

           She made a medium-sized strawberry milkshake and after putting the whipped cream and cherry on top, she pulled a note out of her back pocket. She handed both the milkshake and note to me and said, “Your boyfriend is really sweet. And you look just as cute in the photo he showed me as you do in person, Elgin. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

           “Thank you.” I walked back out to my car and read the letter once I was inside:

           I drank the milkshake as fast as I could—giving myself several brain freezes—before restarting my car and driving it to the next address. I ended up at the Ansley mall, which I’d never been to before. So I walked in and located the store number he’d written in the note. I swear I damn near jumped out of my skin when I saw it was a jewelry store. I really had to calm myself because I didn’t want people looking at me weird if I lost it right there in that store.

           “Are you Elgin?” the old white man behind the counter asked the moment I stepped into the store.

           “Yes,” I replied excitedly as I approached him.

           “I’ve been expecting you.” He pulled out a small black velvet box and a note and handed them to me. “Those are for you from Raekwon. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

           Shaking and with my heart pounding in my chest, I told him, “Thank you, sir.” I didn’t want to open the small black velvet box because I knew I would probably cry and I was an ugly crier for real. So I made my way back to my car and once inside, I opened the small box to see two diamond earrings inside. And the diamonds were real! I shook my head and said to myself, “No he didn’t! That’s it, he’s getting some ass tonight. Any way he wants it.” I looked at myself in my rearview mirror as I took out my current earrings and put in the diamond ones. They looked amazing. I then looked at the note and read it:

           I drove home and hurried inside to see what he’d planned next. When I walked into my bedroom and saw what was on my bed, I immediately thanked myself for giving him a key to my apartment in January. He’d bought me a new outfit from H&M and some new Timberlands that I could already tell would look good on me. The black cardigan sweater matched the black skinny pants and the sweatshirt had this cute beige and black stripe design. I had tears in my eyes not only because he’d bought all that stuff, but also because he knew my fashion taste to a T. He even knew what sizes I wore for everything.

           “Damn, baby,” I said to myself as I wiped my eyes. I pulled myself together and picked up the note that was lying on my bed beside the clothes and read it:

           “Oh, I’m gonna show off tonight,” I said to myself as I pulled out my phone to text Terry and Ivan.

           A couple of hours later, I took a shower and put on my new outfit. I felt so good and sexy and confident as I left my apartment. Raekwon had already set himself apart from any of my previous boyfriends before that day, but now I was really blown away. I still believed the material things weren’t that important, but I sure didn’t mind them. And when I saw the looks on my friends’ faces when I met up with them at our favorite bar, I just lit up inside.

           “I thought you said he hates spending money?” Ivan asked me. “That nigga done spent hella money on your Blasian looking ass.”

           I laughed and told him, “The close are from H&M so they couldn’t have been that expensive.”

           “Altogether though, he probably spent a good grip,” chimed in Terry. “I can tell from here that those diamonds in your ear are real.”

           “I think the note thing was adorable,” said Ivan. “He did all of that while on his lunchbreak?”

           I took a quick sip from my martini and answered, “Yep.”

           “I can’t believe you were worried,” Terry told me. “Your man is obviously in love with you.”

           “I wish I had a man,” said Ivan. “When y’all leave here, you get to go home to your men to have some Valentine’s Day sex. I gotta go home to my bitchy ass roommate. Y’all always have all the luck.”

           “Your time will come, Ivan,” I told him. “And Rae won’t be home when I get back. He’s working late tonight. I’ll probably be sleep by the time he stops by.”

           “I bet you’re still gonna give him some ass,” Terry joked.

           “Of course I am. Shit, he’s earned it. He can have this ass any way he wants it tonight. And I don’t care anymore, I’m gonna tell him I love him first. That man has removed all of my doubts.”

           “Aw,” said Ivan. “I’m happy for you, El.”

           “Me, too,” said Terry. We shared a brief group hug and then ordered another round of drinks.

           I’d made the right decision by taking a taxi that night because I had one too many drinks and was tipsy as hell by the time I was leaving. I went back home and after paying the taxi driver, I went up to my apartment. The moment I walked in and noticed a bunch of candles were lit all over the place, I knew Raekwon was up to yet another surprise. He’d told me in his last note that he had something else planned but I thought I’d have to wait until he got off work. I closed the door and stepped further into the apartment, and that’s when I could hear some soft music playing in my kitchen. I walked in there to see his fine ass standing by stove.

           “What are you doing here?” I asked with a smile. “I thought you were working your second job until late.”

           “I was,” he explained, “but the other dude workin’ security told me he’d cover for me after I told him this is my first Valentine’s Day with the special person in my life. Come here, baby.”

           I stepped up to him and he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head and then pulled back to kiss my lips while keeping his arms around me. I smiled big and asked, “What else do you have planned?”

           “Our dinner is heating up in the oven right now. It’s takeout from Red Lobster. I wanted us to eat in there but with work and shit, I knew it would be impossible to get a table this late. I know I had to nigga-rig this shit up but I hope it was enough for you. Happy V-Day, boo.”

           “Baby, this is more than I could ever want. You really didn’t have to do all this.”

           “Yes I did. My boo never had a real Valentine’s Day and after you told me that, it damn near broke my heart. Baby, you deserve this and more. All of them fuckboys you were with before me need to be ashamed of themselves. Shit is mad pathetic. How could they not do anything special for your cute ass?”

           I giggled as tears filled my eyes. I felt that feeling again that I’d felt earlier that morning on my way to work as I stared into his eyes and softly said, “Raekwon, I love you.”

           “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.” He kissed me again and then pulled away to get our food out of the oven. “You know, when I was locked up I used to think about what my life would be like when I found the right woman or man. It was one of the things that kept me focused on changing my life. I’ve loved before but I ain’t never felt like I was with the person that I was supposed to be with until I met you. I don’t know how it is for you, but about two months into our relationship I started gettin’ this knot in my stomach. I know I should’ve told you a long ass time ago that I love you but I’m still tryin’ to adjust to all this.”

           “That’s exactly how I feel, baby.”

           “It is?”

           “Yeah. The only thing is I just had that experience today.”

           He brought the food to the table and sat down across from me before saying, “Now that we’re both on the same page, I think the time is right to tell you I told my homeboy he’s gonna have to find a new roomie in a few weeks. Boo, I wanna move in here with you.”

           “Rae, for real?”

           “Yeah, baby.”

           “Aw, baby.” I got up and sat down on his lap. “Thank you so much.”

           “For what, wantin’ to move in with you?”

           “No, for making this Valentine’s Day the best of my life. And also for breaking my curse with boyfriends.” We shared a laugh when I said that. “Seriously, thank you for coming into my life, Raekwon.”

           “And thank you for comin’ into mine.” He kissed my lips a few times before saying, “Now let’s eat so we can get to the grown and sexy shit. You know I’ve been horny all day.”

           I smiled at him and told him, “Oh, I’m gonna put it on you tonight. Best believe that, baby.”

           “That’s wassup, boo. Damn, I love you.”

           I laid my head on his shoulder while he ate and told him, “And I love you. I can hear you say that over and over again, and I will say it right back to you. For as long as you need me to.”

[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 2017

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“Closer Than Just Friends”

           I’d been friends with Darian since meeting him during freshman year at Richland University. Sophomore year, we got an apartment off-campus with two other friends and that’s when our friendship became really close. We did everything together from studying to being there for each other when something was wrong. After I had a painful breakup with my ex-boyfriend during our junior year, Darian was there for me. What he didn’t know was I developed feelings for him during that time. I’d always thought he was cute as fuck but I became heavily attracted to him to the point that my dick would get rock hard most of the time I was around him. As much as I wanted him, I knew he only liked me as a friend. On Valentine’s Day, our friendship was put to the ultimate test.

           “I’m surprised you’re here,” I said to him after I walked into the living room. “I thought you’d be somewhere with Tyson right now.”

           “Seriously, Will?” he asked without looking at me. He was busy taking selfies while sitting on the arm of the sofa.

           “Yeah, I saw how you and him were all up on each other when he was over here last weekend.”

           “Me and Tyson are friends.”

           “D, he was all over you last Saturday night. You were sitting in his lap and shit. I know you and him are probably fucking.”

           He laughed out loud and asked, “Is that what you think?”

           “That’s what I know.”

           “Well, shows how much you know. I haven’t fucked or been fucked since that basketball player hookup on Halloween night.”

           “Mmm hmm, sure.” I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink and he followed.

           “Why is it so hard to believe I haven’t had any dick or ass in months?”

           “Because I know you.”

           “See, you’re getting me confused with them loose booty boys you fuck around with.” He laughed again and playfully shoved me against the refrigerator.

           I tried not to let my dick get hard, but that motherfucker ignored me and started growing harder by the second. So I quickly grabbed a bottle of grape juice from the fridge and then sat down at the kitchen table. Darian sat down in the chair next to mine and just stared at me for the longest. I didn’t know what he was up to, but I could tell he wanted to ask me something.

                                                   Me (Will)

           “What do you need and is it gonna get me in trouble?” I asked him.

           “I know you’re gonna say no because you’ve been a hermit lately,” he began, “but I really wanna go see Moonlight but I don’t wanna go by myself.”

           “How come you can’t go with Tyson?”

           “I wish you’d stop with the Tyson mess. I don’t like him like that. Come on; Will, the next showing is at eight and it’s already seven-thirty now. I have been wanting to see the movie forever but never made the time for it until today.”

           “Valentine’s Day? You wanna see that movie on this day?”

           “Yes.”

           I shook my head and drank from my grape juice before saying, “Man, I don’t know.”

           “Look, you need to get out. You have been sulking around here depressed over Roy’s cheating ass for too long.”

           “No, I’ve been busy writing papers and studying.”

           “That’s bullshit and you know it.” He laughed and then snatched my bottle of grape juice from me.

           “Give me my juice, Darian.”

           “Nope, not until you say you’ll go with me to the theater.”

           “I’m not going to the theater. I’m gonna go back to my room and curl up in bed and watch the Moesha marathon on Fuse.”

           “Kaden and E.J. are both spending the night with their boos, and it’s not like me and you have anything better to do. So, let’s go to the theater and watch the most critically acclaimed movie of 2016.” He drank from my bottle of grape juice like it was nothing.

           “Really?”

           “What? Boy, we’re like brothers. It’s not like my mouth has been on some dick or ass recently or anything. And I know yours hasn’t since you miss Roy so much.”

           “Alright, I’ll take you. Now give me back my damn juice.” I snatched the juice from him and finished it. “Let me go change into some better clothes real quick.”

           As I went back to my room to change, I kind of felt discouraged when he said we were like brothers. I’d never looked at our friendship that way. Even before I developed real feelings for him, I always thought he was cute and sexy. Like me, he was vers and he rarely hooked up with anyone just like I rarely hooked up with anyone. And since he and I shared a bathroom, I sometimes saw him wearing nothing but a towel or his underwear. I didn’t want to be like a brother to him.

                                                        Darian

           “Can we take your car?” he asked me as we walked down the stairs of our apartment building. “You know my raggedy ass car needs a new belt or something and keeps squealing.”

           “Yeah, we can take mine,” I told him.

           “Can we get something to eat after? I’m hungry as fuck.”

           “Darian…”

           “Please, I’ll pay for the food if you pay for the movie tickets.”

           “I’ll think about it.”

           “I want pizza with sausage, pepperoni, extra sauce and extra cheese. And Cherry Pepsi. Angelo’s Pizzeria has Cherry Pepsi.”

           We walked out of the apartment building and through the parking lot to my Honda Civic. It was cold as fuck outside, so I had to let the car warm up before backing out of the parking space. During the fifteen-minute drive to the movie theater, I kept looking over at him. He was busy looking out of his window at the snow falling. As usual, he looked cute as fuck. When we made it to the theater, I bought two tickets for us to see Moonlight. The previews were still showing as he and I entered the screening room.

           “I hope this movie doesn’t make me cry,” he said as we sat down beside each other.

           “If you do, then I’m gonna always bring it up,” I joked.

           The previews ended and the movie started, so naturally the room went quiet. Deep into the movie, I built up the nerve to stretch my arm out on the back of his seat. I took it a step further by slightly putting that arm around him. When he didn’t move or anything, I just assumed he didn’t notice. I tried to focus on the movie but all I could think about was why he hadn’t noticed that I practically had my arm around him. Maybe he was just that into the movie.

           Just as I was about to pull my arm back, something in the movie made him start crying. He rested his head on my shoulder and once again, my dick got hard. I knew it was the wrong time for me to be getting hard but I couldn’t help it. Feeling embarrassed, even though he didn’t know I was hard, I finally put my undivided attention on the movie and slowly my dick went back soft. I’m glad I did because the movie was simply amazing. However, it somehow made me want to be Darian’s boyfriend even more.

           “I knew I was gonna cry,” he said as we left the theater after the movie. “That movie was so beautiful, Will.”

           “Yeah, it was,” I agreed. “So, you still wanna grab something to eat?”

           He smiled and said, “Damn, look at you. I thought you were gonna ‘think about it?”

           “I did and I guess I’m a little hungry, too. But the pizza gotta be half and half because I just want cheese pizza.”

           “That’s such a waste of money. Cheese already comes on the pizza.”

           “They put extra cheese on it though.”

           “Why not get toppings? You’re so weird sometimes.” He laughed as we made it back to my car.

           “I’m weird? I’m not the one who dunks my French fries in honey mustard when I’m eating a chicken tender basket in the caf at school.”

           “Negro, please. I’m not the only one who does that.”

           “Yes, you are.” I laughed as I unlocked the doors.

           We climbed inside and I started the car up and turned on the heat, but before I could drive away he put his hand on mine and said, “Will, I’m glad you’re finally yourself again.”

           “What do you mean?”

           “You’ve been different ever since you and Roy broke up. I know you loved him but it’s about time that you finally forgot about him.”

           “I still think about him from time to time. But you’re right, I do need to get back to enjoying life. This is our last year before shit gets hectic and we graduate.”

           “I wish you’d give Coby a chance. You know he likes you.”

           I finally put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking space before saying, “Coby’s not my type. I’m not into dudes who start drama all the time.”

           “He’s cute though.”

           “No amount of cuteness can make that attitude of his attractive. You know I only talk to laidback dudes.”

           “True, but maybe you should give it a try. He’s always asking about you.”

           “Nah, I’m good. If I start talking to somebody else then it’s definitely gonna be somebody that I can trust, and I don’t trust Coby at all.”

           “Well, who do you trust?”

           I glanced over at him as I drove and replied, “Not many dudes.”

           When we arrived at Angelo’s Pizzeria, I grabbed us a table while he placed and paid for our order. After he came to the table with our drinks, I stood up because I had to go to the bathroom. I took a piss and washed my hands and when I returned to the table, I got annoyed because some tall dark-skinned dude who worked at the restaurant was talking and laughing with Darian. He had dreads and a very deep voice.

           “Wassup bruh,” he said to me when I sat down at the table.

           “Sup,” I said back.

           “Will,” said Darian, “this is Orlando. Orlando, this is Will, one of my roommates.”

           “I’ll make y’all pizza a large for free,” the dude said. “It’s the least I can do for you, D.” He flashed a smile at Darian before walking away.

           “Who the fuck was that nigga?” I asked with an attitude. “And why the fuck is he giving us free shit?”

           He did a fake dramatic gasp and said, “Damn, chill.”

           “You’re fucking him, ain’t you?”

           “Alright, I’m getting tired of you accusing me of fucking all these random dudes. No, I am not fucking Orlando. He’s my friend Rhonda’s boyfriend. I helped him do something special for her the other night for their six-month anniversary.”

           “Oh, my bad.”

           “Yeah, your bad. You really need to chill. I don’t know what your problem is.”

           “Sorry, damn.”

           He folded his arms and rolled his eyes before asking, “Why are you so concerned with who I may or may not be fucking anyway?”

           “I guess…I just don’t wanna see you get into a bad situation like I did. Getting cheated on sucks, D.”

           “You know, seeing you go through your breakup with Roy broke my heart. Even though I can’t stand your big head ass sometimes, it hurts me to see you hurt.” He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “You’re my best friend, Will. You know shit about me that a lot of people don’t know, and I know deep personal shit about you as well. I guess what I’m trying to say is no matter what, it’s important for us to have each other’s back.”

           “I agree.”

           “Good, now can we please relax and have some fun? Let’s go play some games in the arcade before our food gets done.” He stood up and went over to the restaurant’s arcade area and I followed.

           I have to admit, I was having fun. I hadn’t been anywhere—other than classes and work—in a while so it was a little relieving to hang out with my best friend. We played a few games until our pizza was ready. As we ate and talked, I kept thinking how he would react if I actually did tell him about the feelings I had for him. Would he laugh in my face? Would it make him upset? I tried not to get too anxious about it, but I really was considering telling him how I felt.

           “See, now don’t you feel better?” he asked as we reentered the apartment.

           “Yeah, yeah,” I said while closing the door. “You were right.”

           “I’m always right.” He laughed and headed into the kitchen to put our leftover pizza in the refrigerator. When he came back out, he told me, “I’m gonna go watch some TV in my room. You wanna come?”

           “Actually, let’s watch TV in my room. My TV is bigger.”

           “Wow, did I just detect a hint of shade?” He laughed again and then followed me down the hall and into my bedroom. “Ooh, you actually cleaned up in here.”

           “Boy, my room stays clean.”

           “No, it doesn’t. I came in here to borrow some your Louis Vuitton belt the other day and it smelled like feet and booty up in here.”

           I laughed and playfully hit his arm before telling him, “You’re a trip.” I sat down on my bed and instead of sitting down on the edge of my bed, he sat down right beside me up by the pillows.

           He picked up my remote and asked, “I think Being Mary Jane is on.” He turned my TV on and changed the channel to BET. He took his shoes off and then put his feet up on the bed.

           I took off my shoes and did the same. When he moved closer to me, my dick got hard again. I’d managed to keep it from getting hard since we returned home, but now it was stiff as fuck. I put one of my pillows in my lap to hide it. He laid his head on my shoulder and that’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled back and looked at him before blurting out, “Darian, I like you.”

           He looked at me and giggled before replying, “Well, I like you, too. That’s so cute, Will.”

           “No, I don’t mean in a friendly way.” I picked the remote up and turned the TV off. “D, I’m talking about in a ‘my dick is hard right now’ kind of way.”

           “What?”

           I removed the pillow from my lap, showing him how my dick was now tenting my sweatpants. “Lately, I’ve been getting boners while I’m around you and the reason is because I’m attracted to you. But it’s more than just physical attraction. Darian, I know we’re just friends but I need to let you know that I’ve been thinking about us being closer than just friends.”

           He was silent for a while as he kept looking down at my dick print and then back up into my eyes. Finally, he smiled and said, “Will, thank you for being honest with me. I had a feeling something was up with you but I didn’t think there was literally something up with you.” He pointed to my dick and giggled. “If you’ve been feeling this way then how come you’re just now saying something?”

           “Because I didn’t think you’d take me seriously. This shit had me scared as fuck.”

           “Aw.” He grabbed my hand and told me, “I do take you serious, Will.”

           “So, what are we gonna do about this? Do you feel the same way about me? Do you ever think of me like that or am I just…”

           “Whoa, whoa; slow down. Yes, I have thought about it before. You’re like the nicest guy I know and that’s always been the case.”

           “Oh boy, I feel a but coming.”

           “I just don’t want us to ruin our friendship. You’re on the rebound from Roy and…”

           “This isn’t me on the rebound. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. Maybe the reason why me and you are currently single and we never hookup with anyone is because we should be giving a relationship a try. If it doesn’t work out, then we can end it before it starts to mess with our bond. We have to give it a try, D. What if it’s the right thing to do and we don’t do it and end up single forever?”

           He looked away from me for a second and then back into my eyes before smiling and saying, “Okay.”

           “Okay?”

           “Yeah, let’s try it.”

           “Are you for real?”

           He laughed and told me, “Yes. All I ask is that we hold off sex until the right moment. Is that okay?”

           “Depends on what you mean by the right moment. Because I’m hard right now and can…”

           “Will!”

           I laughed and told him, “I’m just kidding. But on the real, can I get a kiss to make it official?”

           “Sure.” He pulled me closer to him by my hoodie and pressed his lips against mine. After a while, he pulled back and said, “Damn, your lips are amazing.”

           “Mine? Shit, you got the best lips I’ve ever kissed. Come here, baby.” I put my arm around him and kissed him again.

           After making out for a while, we watched TV and cuddled in my bed. I wasn’t sure if the relationship we were starting would work out or not, but I felt it was worth giving a try. I already loved him because of our friendship, but I wanted to fall in love with him as his boyfriend. It was going to be difficult because of how all our mutual and nonmutual friends were going to react, but they were just gonna have to get used to it. Darian and I were already closer than typical friends, but now it was time to get even closer.

[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 2017