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By Chris Carr
Copyright © May 22, 2004
There’s this nigga at my grocery store. ‘Bout 20, fair skinned, got wavy hair, nice build but God damn, that ass! First time I noticed him, I kinda looked but didn’t look. You know, chatting it up with the cashier and tryin’ to keep it on the downlow. So I just snuck a look.
Next time I see him, he’s mopping up on the freezer aisle. And right quick, just in case somebody’s reading this, works at a store; why the fuck they gots to keep it so God damn cold on them aisles??
Ok, so like I’m sayin’… He’s mopping the floor, head down and he ain’t seein’ me behind him. Man, one of ma’ boys would’ve came through, ‘bout right then, I’d a been cold busted, ‘cause I was just starin’. I’m standin’ up there, starin’ and then he stands up and turns around. Yo, I ain’t ‘bout to go out like that, so I just play it off like I’m lookin’ at the pot pies and walk off.
But every time I go to that store, I can’t leave till I gets a peek at homey’s fine, round ground, nahmean?
One day, I’m up there shoppin’ and I’d already got my li’l look in, so I was tryin’ be content but then I see him headin’ outside, while I’m in line. Ol’ boy at the register is goin’ on ‘bout the Lakers and that game they fuckin’ lost last night, but I’m straight up, watchin’ the door to see if he’s comin’ back in. Finally, homey gives me my change and I make it for the door, hopin’ he ain’t left.
I’m lookin’ all around but I don’t see him. When I start up my ride, I see he’s headin’ for a basket, way at the end of the lot. Damn nigga, what you gon’ do, I think? I get another look at that ass and that was it. I just swooped.
"’Sup?" I said, pullin’ up beside him.
"A’ight," He says, lookin’ down at me. I’m gettin’ a little excited ‘cause this nigga is even cuter up close.
"Yeah, so what time you get off?"
"Say what?" Oh, he tryin’ to play me. I act like I’m pissed, then I repeat the question. He looks at me for a couple of ticks, then says, "Go to lunch in ‘bout 15." He looks around like he’s bein’ watched.
"How ‘bout I treat you to lunch?" Ok, now he’s grinnin’ and he’s got the whitest, teeth.
"Yeah, I’m buyin’."
"You gon’ buy me lunch?" Soundin’ all skeptical.
"Not if you keep askin’." He looks at me for another long sec, then he says, "A’ight. Hold up… lemme see if Ricky’ll let me go now." I nodded, and he sprinted inside the store.
Five minutes later, here he comes strollin’ out the store, and hops in the car.
"So where we goin’?"
"Don’t worry ‘bout it," I say, wheelin’ out the store. He’s all starin’ at me like, no you didn’t, but he don’t say nothin’.
I zip down the back streets, headin’ straight for my pad and he still ain’t sayin’ nothin’. "Tony," I says, throwin’ him a li’l dap. "Dominic," he says, bumpin’ my fist with his. Gets quite again, so I light up a blunt and gives him a li’l. "Might be a li’l late, gettin’ back," I say. He still ain’t said nothin’.
We get inside, and I turn on some music and take my bags in the kitchen. He stood there in the living room, suckin’ hits on what’s left of that blunt, till I motion for him to join me in the kitchen. I pour us a couple glasses of wine and then I takes off my shirt so I can get comfortable. He sittin’ there, doin’ what he’s supposed to do, lookin’ foine, and I get to cookin’.
"Like that," I say, fingering his gold necklace.
"My lady got it fo’ me," He says, watching my hand.
"She got good taste," I say, starin’ right at his sexy eyes. He tries to stare me back, but then he looks away.
I ain’t no gourmet chef, but I hold my own. I’m dicing, and slicing and heatin’ up the skillets and shit, and in no time, I serve up a quick chicken dish. I spoon up a li’l to taste, and offer it to him. Got to tell you, I ‘bout nutted up when he let me slide that spoon in his mouth like that. Big juicy lips of his, snapped ‘round that spoon and then he flicks his tongue out and licks ‘em when I pull the spoon out.
"Like?" He gives me a li’l nod, licking his lips again, and I’m just starin’ at him.
I get the servin’ plates and shit and we head over to the table.
"How long you been with your lady?" I ask, setting a plate down in front of him.
Gives me another long look then he says, "’Bout six…" I take another spoonful of the dish and shoved it in his mouth, right while he’s talkin’. He opens nice and wide and takes that spoon again. Then he’s lookin’ at me, probably rattled.
I spoon him up a little on his plate and sit next to him. I take a couple of sips of my wine while he playin’ with his food.
"You ain’t gonna eat?"
"In time," I say, sippin’ again. He tries to take a bite, but can’t ‘cause I’m starin’ all at him.
"How tall are you?" I ask.
"5’11"," he says, lookin’ at me.
"Yeah, ‘bout what I thought. Probably weigh ‘bout," I stop, like I’m thinkin’, "165?"
"Size 9?" He looks down at his feet.
"Ok," I say, but I ain’t lookin’ at his feet, nahmean.
"You don’t like it?" I say, pointing at his plate.
"It’s good," He says, tryin’ to eat again.
"Here," I say, holdin’ his wine glass towards him. Like I expected, he didn’t take the glass. Just let me feed him a couple of sips. A little dribbles on his lip and I just catch it up with my finger and slip it in his mouth. This nigga ain’t said nothin’. Just looked a li’l surprised when I moved my finger past his lips.
Check, y’all got to get this picture: This nigga got a lady, he ain’t sweet actin’, matter of fact, I was wonderin’ if he would even go for this shit. But here he is, in my kitchen, my finger stuck in his mouth and he ain’t even tryin’ to make me stop. Gets me hot just thinkin’ ‘bout it.
I moves my finger real slow ‘cross his tongue and he’s just starin’ at me, then I feel his tongue movin’ just a bit under my finger. "Suck it," I tell ‘im, and he all starin’ at me, tryin’ to decide, I guess.
I run my finger real slow ‘cross his tongue again, and he takes the bait. Real light at first, I feel him start ta’ suck on my finger. I let ‘im hold it a few then, I slip it out, starin’ at him.
"You ain’t hungry," I say, all subtle. Man, this nigga got the sexiest eyes and I’m gettin’ all turned on, lookin’ at ‘em ‘cause he steady starin’, tryin’ to keep up. "Yo, why don’t you kick them off," I say, lookin’ at his shoes.
It’s so quite, I can hear the water drippin’ in the sink. Homey finally reaches down and unties his shoes, slowly kickin’ them off. I motion at his socks and says, "Ain’t gon’ need them." No use in starin’, I think, watchin’ him watchin’ me.
"Yeah, why not?" He says.
"Just ain’t." Gon’ nigga, you know you want to, I think. He ain’t movin’, probably tryin’ to decide what he gon’ do, so I let it go, for now. Instead, I pull my shoes and socks off and gets up. I take the dishes to the sink and then I sit next to him again. He still tryin’ to nibble at his food but it ain’t no use, he ain’t hungry fo’ that, nahmean?
"Got some sexy lips," I drop. He looks down at his plate, movin’ his fork around.
I reach my hand under the table and put it on his leg. Makes him flinch, but that’s all. He’s still lookin’ at his plate. I move my hand real slow up his leg and it’s getttin’ fuckin’ hot in that kitchen. Get my hand up his leg til it moves up ‘round his dick. Nigga got a full blown chubby goin’ on. I snag that shit, feelin’ all on it and it just stands up, extra hard.
"So, you gon’ take them socks off?" I insist, still feelin’ up his shit. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, tryin’ to hold back, but I squeeze his shit again and I see him bite down harder on that lip. Com’on nigga, quit fighthin’.
He ain’t moved, so I just reach down and pull his right sock off, ‘cause it’s closest to me. I grab his shit again, start strokin’ it. Now he’s startin’ to breath a little harder. Fuck the sock, I think and tell him, "Take that shit out." This nigga still tryin’ to hold back, so I just squeeze it again. Aww, see, he bitin’ on that lip again.
"Take that shit out."
Still ain’t movin, so I yank his pants open, run my hand up inside his boxers and grab that shit. Nigga lets out a soft sigh. I got my hand choked up ‘round his bat and he lookin’ at the floor. Shit is leakin’ and it’s hard as a rock. I pull it out his boxers and let it stand up on its own. Nigga got a hot ass dick, all hard and big with a big leaky head.
Takes a li’l of his juice and smear it ‘round his head and his toes start grabbin’ at the floor, nahmean? This nigga’s tremblin’, his shit is so hot, but he still ain’t takin’ off that other sock. Make me none, I got his soul in my fuckin’ hand and ain’t a thing he can do ‘bout it.
Choked up on that shit again, just so I can watch him squirm. Eyes closed, chewin’ on that lip and his big ass dick just shootin’ up from his boxers, all hard and wet. Coupl’a times, he got to movin’ so much, I figure I could probably make ‘em blow, just strokin’ his shit.
I stand up and pull him up with me. His pants fall down when he gets up so he standin’ there with them ‘round his ankles, his dick stickin’ out from his boxers. He looks at me and while I’m starin’ at him, I stroke it for him again. He’s tryin’ to stare at me, but he can’t ‘cause it’s feelin’ so good. There go them eyes, closin’ again.
"Get out that shit," I tell him.
Guess he got the message, ‘cause he ain’t tryin’ to hold back this time. He reaches down and pulls his shirt up over his head, then he steps out them pants, drops them boxers and gets outta everything but that one sock. He’s lookin’ straight at me, all the time and I’m starin’ straight back.
"Com’on," I say, pulling him by the hand to my room.
We stand in front of my closet mirrors and I get behind him and grab his shit again. It’s stickin’ straight up, just waitin’ to blow. I’m lookin’ over his shoulder at him in the mirror while I slide my hand up his dick. Looks back at me, tryin’ to stare me down, but then it starts feelin’ good, like I knew it would, and he lets out a li’l moan.
Toes grabbin’ at the carpet, just like they did in the kitchen. I slip my hand up and down his pipe till it gets wet, then I slowly turn him round so I can look at that ass. Ever seen a perfect booty? I mean, round, full, sits up like it’s beggin’ to be fucked? This nigga got it hands down.
Takes my hand and just smack it, real loud. It jiggles… like jam. I smack it again, he lets out a real low moan. I grabs a handful of each cheek and just spread that shit like a warm loaf of bread. Next thing I know, he pushin’ back. Got that ass all up in the air and it’s spread but I can’t really see his hole ‘cause he got just that much ass, nahmean?
Holdin’ that shit apart and lookin’ then I just slid my finger down’ ‘tween that smooth valley. He got a li’l circle of hair ‘round his hole and I can feel it but his but is smooth and got them stretch marks. Nigga is literally tremblin’ now.
Strokes my finger ‘cross his hole a couple more times, then I start pushin’ him down. Down, down, down, till he’s on his knees, in front of me. You know what to do, my face says, and he reaches up and unfastens my pants.
"Get up on that shit," I snarl, while he all starin’ at my dick, ‘cause I ain’t got time fo’ him to be studyin’ shit.
Got-damn! Mutha fucka’s lips is like velvet up ‘round my dick. Lookin’ at his mouth all stretched ‘round my rock. Yeah, tussle with the muscle, nigga ‘cause you got a mouthful, I think, watchin’ him tryin’ to get ‘round that shit.
"Be just lickin’ on it, skull that shit," I say, grabbin’ him by the back of his head and pullin’ him down on it. He tried to gag up on that shit, but I just kept pullin’ him down on it ‘cause, I’m lookin’ down ‘tween his legs and I can see he bustin’ hard still.
Yanked him up that shit a coupl’a times till he got used to it, then I let up a li’l on him, let him catch his breath. This what you came here fo’ all along, I thought, pushin’ his head up on my dick again. Lips all snapped tight ‘round my root, smackin’ and shit, and his dick is pointn’ t’wards the ceiling. Tongue sliding ‘round the shaft, slurping and shit.
"Suck that shit. Yeah, get yo’ mouth down on it… that’s it, get it all. Yeah, suck that shit."
I wanna see how far this nigga can take it now, so I’m tryin’ to pull him all the way down to my funky ass balls. Mouth keeps openin’ wider… wider… Shit! He can’t take it all. Face gettin’ all red and I can tell he ‘bout to choke.
Grabs him by the hair and pulls him off my shit, then I just mashes his lips up ‘gainst my balls. "Get ‘em wet," I say, hopin’ they good and ripe, nahmean? Tongue slithers out and he starts lickin’ ‘em real good.
"Yeah, you missed a spot," I say, directing him back under them where they good and smelly. All the while, I’m still lookin’ at that ass ‘cause, it’s the ass of life, y’all.
Rips my clothes off, then I get down on my knees so I can plug his mouth with my dick and play with his ass. He’s down on all fours, ass up in the air, his mouth slidin’ up and down my 11 inches and I’m pawin’ that ass of his. First I smacked it again, this time hard enough to make a red mark pop up. Yeah, that time, that nigga moaned, like a bitch.
Then I spread them sucka’s again, lettin’ some air hit that hole. "Get it wet," I say, rollin’ to my side so we doin’ a 69. He ‘tween my legs, mouth snapped ‘round my pole and I start lickin’ up ‘tween his legs, startin’ at his balls. They pulled all tight and I can hear him moanin’ again, further up ‘tween his legs I go, till, when I licked ‘cross that hole, he just shuddered, y’all.
He got them legs spread, ass all cracked open and I’m just feastin’ at the table, lickin’ all ‘round his tight hole. Starts movin’ that ass up and down like he tryin’ to fuck my tongue or somethin’, so I slide it up there a little. That foot that ain’t got a sock? The toes is wigglin’ and grabbin’ at the air and shit. ‘Bout time I got the tip of my tongue worked up inside his crevice, he was tremblin’ like a leaf.
Keeps tryin’ to go down on my dick but he can’t ‘cause he keeps stoppin’, every time I play with his ass. "Best ta get it wet," I warn him, and then I licks up in his hole some more. He moans and then he tries his best to get some slob round my big assed dick ‘cause, he knows what’s next.
Y’all should’ve been there to see the way this nigga’s hole just laid open, once you got him all hot. Sort of relaxes, seem like, and just lets my tongue work up in there. His dick is like a fuckin’ brick now, all drippin’ and bobbling ‘round in the air. This nigga is just beggin’ to get ploughed, so I aim to please.
Rolls him over on his stomach and really start lickin’ ‘tween his valley now, ‘cause he gon’ need the wetness. Dominic is moanin’ and pushin’ his ass up ‘gainst my tongue and that hole is just spreadin’. I figure he’s juiced up enough and move up over top of him. But first, I turns him ‘round so I can watch his ass in the mirror.
He’s lookin’ all over his shoulder, face all worried, tryin’ to see my dick. He ain’t got to look long though, ‘cause I find the spot and start pushin’. He’s jerkin’ ‘round, bitin’ down on his fist while my shit is spreadin’ him. "Give it up, nigga," I say, layin’ ‘cross him. He’s strugglin’ and whinin’ and shit, but I keep pushin’ till I feel the head pop inside.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" He yells, his head snappin’ back.
Deeper, deeper, deeper, till I got his plush cheeks laid up ‘gainst my pubes. He pushed up on his hands like he tryin’ to raise up from under me, but I got him tight and I just holds it there till he relaxes. That nigga feels my dick all crammed up his cranny, and then somethin’ just let loose ‘cause, when I pulled back, he just melted.
Laid down like a puppy with some warm milk and just groaned. Ass was squeezin’ my dick like a vice. Tremblin’, shakin’, moanin’, grippin’. Thought that pussy was gon’ snap my shit off.
Got it cocked back, then I went back in and he shook and wiggled, all the way down. "Give me that ass," I say, slidin’ to the hilt.
"Fuck!" That’s Dominic, shakin’ then bitin’ down on his fist again. Up again, then down. Do it again, and another time, then he let go his fist and starts pushin’ that ass up to meet me.
"That’s it," I say, watchin’ him. "Give me that ass."
I’m headin’ fo’ home base now and start pumpin’ him. Layin’ all ‘cross him, my ass risin’ and fallin’, dick splittin’ that ass. "Been wantin’ this, ever since I first saw that ass," I whisper, nibblin’ on his ear. "Saw you moppin’ up that day and just ‘bout jumped yo’ ass right there."
"Ahhhhh," Dominic whimpers, grabbin’ my hand. Holdin’ it like a frightened child, he wiggles that ass while I plough him.
His head is comin’ up off the floor again but his eyes are closed and he’s bitin’ on that lip again. Ridin’ that shit fo’ all it’s worth now, tryin’ to find new depths, every time I slam home. Dominic is takin’ it like a pro and askin’ fo’ mo’. Ain’t got to hold him no mo’ so now I just got him in my grips ‘cause it feels good.
Arm’s ‘round his waist, while the other hand is tweakin’ his cherry-brown nipple. Still nibblin’ at his ear so he can hear me huffin’. Womp, womp, womp, got that ass wide open. Looks back over my shoulder and I can see that round mound splittin’ while I pounds him. Toes is curled, fingers clawin’ at the carpet but he still got my hand clutched in his other hand.
Humps his ass a li’l while longer, then I pull out and flips him over. He looks up at me, his world rocked, I’m sure, as I lift his legs on my shoulders and line up. Yeah, I wanna see his face when he bust that nut. It scrunches up when my dick slides back home, then he relaxes again.
Got that rhythm goin’ again but deeper in this new position. He whines and moans, tryin’ to get used to that pipe again. Finally, he gets used to the new depth and he just stares at me while I ride his ass. I’m whippin’ it on him, swervin’ and shit and he’s wigglin’ and moanin’, eyes closin’ then buckin’ open.
"Like that, huh?" I say, rammin’ home. Nothin’. Humps his ass again. Nothin’. I lean down and kiss him softly on the lips, pumpin’ his ass some mo’, still nothin’. Was just about to nibble on that neck when he cries out, "Yeah!"
"My nigga. You like that, don’t you?"
"Been wantin’ this, huh?" Slams his ass some mo’. All I got was a whimper. "Like a nigga to take that shit, huh?" Whines and whimpers. "Com’on, tell me…. A freak fo’ somebody to take yo’ shit, huh?" Big wail, then, "Yeah, nigga!"
"Yeah nigga what?!"
"Take that shit! Ahhhhhhh!"
BAM! BAM! BAM! Gave ‘im the riot act, knowhatI’msayin’? Never seen a nigga’s toes spread and wiggle like his did that day. Stomach muscles got to quiverin’ and he was rockin’ his head from side to side, yellin’, then I saw somethin’ I couldn’t believe. He’s shakin’ and tremblin’ real hard then his dick just leaped and cum came flyin’ out. Popped out so high, it shot over his shoulder onto the floor. Plit, split, splat, shit was just rocketin’ out his dick and paintin’ his body.
Dominic is wailin’ like a stuck pig and fo’ I knew it, I felt my dick bustin’ deep inside his ass. That sweet hole of his just went to vibratin’ and shit and it was like it was suckin’ on my dick! I’m holdin’ on for dear life ‘cause it feels like the cum is cummin’ up from my toes.
I’m shootin’ reams of cum up his ass and he’s pitchin’ big ol’ lobs of cum all over himself. We yellin’ and moanin’ so, I’m expectin’ to hear the po-po at the do’ any minute, nahmean? I knew it, I’m thinkin’, I knew it! I knew this ass was gon’ be all that and it was!!
Rode that storm out till we both stopped heavin’ up shit, then I just fell on top of him. He pantin’ and moanin’ and kissin’ me on the cheek and I still got all that long pipe of mine shoved up his tunnel.
"What time you get off fo’ lunch tomorrow?" I ask.
"Same time," he whispers, wrappin’ his arms and legs ‘round me. "You comin’?"
"Fo’ damn sho," I say, kissin’ him on the lips.
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