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Book by its cover

By Chris Carr

Copyright © September 3, 2006

 

 

 

 

Thing about Jerrold is, he’s so cute. Everybody be jockin’ him, girls, nicca’s, and he just dogs ‘em but they keep coming back. Yeah, be cool, we could kick it together but, I understand, he ain’t wanting no static, especially not now. Me neither.

We got music together. Guess I sing pretty good. Teach’s always telling me that and I get to sing lead a lot. Jerrold sits in the back, drawing. Nicca can draw though. He let me see some of his work and it was cool. Wish I could sit back there with him.

So, one day I got these new kicks and everybody was all up on me and complementing me but Jerrold didn’t say nothing. He just stood back and looked, but he didn’t say nothing. I’m always changing things though. My clothes, those new tennis, my hair. One time I had my eyebrows arched. Moms didn’t think it was so cool, though.

"Yes, Morgan, it’s ok if you’re gay," she said, "but do you have to broadcast it?"

Everybody’s always saying I look cute. Especially the old men! One time, I was in the mall and this man who looked like he was at least 40 was just staring at me. When I went in the Banana Republic, he comes in there too. He’s acting like he’s looking at some shirts, but every time I look up, I catch him looking at me.

"Sorry," He says, all of the sudden standing next to me. "Didn’t mean to stare, but you’re so cute. May I ask, how old are you?" May I ask?! Who talks like that!!

Ok, it was real flattering to hear I was cute, ‘cause, I don’t see it, but what’s it goin’ to look like, a 15 year old boy going with someone older than their daddy? But I hear it all the time though. "Oh, he’s goin’ to be a heartbreaker," and "If I was younger…."

"Why you do that to your hair?" Jerrold asks me one day. Surprised the fuck outta me ‘cause, I know he sees me looking at him but he don’t never say nothing. Ok, I was goin’ for blond but it didn’t come out that way. Instead, it’s sort of orangish-brown with blond highlights.

"The box said platinum blond," I explained. He looked at my hair like it was on fire or something but didn’t say anything.

"Should’ve left it the way it was," He finally says, walking beside me now. (It used to be long, like that boy in the picture. But I'm darker than he is) He looked at it a little more, then he picked up his art book and he’s out the door.

I’m gon’ get me some contacts. Jerrold’s got hazel eyes. They look sexy when he looks at you. I wanna get some hazel ones too but probably just a shade darker than his.

I don’t care if Jerrold don’t like me. He’s too immature anyway. Always playing stupid tricks and laughing with his stupid friends. I want Mr. Atkins. He’s real cool and he always talks to me. And he likes my hair. But Mr. Atkins is too old.

 

 

When I was younger… like 9 or 10, I used to like a boy name Rangan. They say he was from India but I’m not sure. I just liked his dark, curly hair and dark skin. I guess I always knew that I liked boys. When I was in kindergarten, these older kids made me and Kwame, this quiet boy from Nigeria, have a wedding. Got real tingly inside when they told us to hold hands and stand under this tree on the playground so we could "get married". Must’ve been Kwame’s hand. It was real soft but he wasn’t… like that. Nobody is ever, like that. That’s what all the boys say, "Uggh, that’s gay!" and you know it’s bad.

 

That man from across the street spoke to me again. He looks at me like I’m a tasty meal or something. Doesn’t really smile, just stares at me. It makes my dick tingle. Like that time Gustav and me were in the basement. It was so quiet down there. All you could hear was the water heater, hissing. I kept looking at it when he took it out. My thing was so hard, it hurt. Then he put his hand around it and it tingled. It really tingled when he put it in his mouth and I thought I was going to pass out.

Momma says that I smile too much. She used to say a boy shouldn’t smile so much but now she just shakes her head. When I told her I was gay she said, "no you not" and I said, yes I am and she said "no you not, Morgan," and she walked out.

Next time we talked about it, she kept asking me why? "Why not?" I said and she started getting mad, so I stopped. She didn’t understand. She still don’t understand but now she pretty cool. She don’t like to hear me talk about a boyfriend though.

Sometimes I smile and I don’t be knowing it. "What you smilin’ for?" My friends say and I just hunch my shoulders. If I like you, then I smile.

It’s nice to be naked. Today I laid on my bed and looked at myself on my TV. That makes my dick real hard and I look at it on the TV and play with it. You look real different on the TV. I look darker… and cuter. My hair looks sort of gold brown and it’s curly. Maybe a lot of people look much better on TV than they do for real. Like Dwanye Martin. He look sexy.

You have to get the camera set up the right way to see all of yourself. When moms goes to work, I get out all my clothes and then I turn it on. You can get a lot of things when you gay. I was sad because Jerrold don’t talk to me (even though I don’t care if he do now) and she saw me looking real sad and she asked me why and I just shook my head.

Momma is real cool ‘cause, even though she not happy I’m gay, she really likes me. I was really sad and I didn’t say anything and I just stayed in my room. Jerrold is so stupid. He see me looking at him and then, sometimes he talk to me but he can’t be with me.

She came home one day and she had a package. "Open it," she said and I just jumped up and down because I’d been wanting the camera. I want to make films like the ones I got from Gustav, with the cute boys and big dicks. Gustav keeps saying he going to let me film him but all he want to do is play with my dick and my ass.

I tried to let him get some but he’s too big and it really hurt. He wouldn’t let me turn on the camera unless it wasn’t taping, so I just turned it on so I could see on the TV. Gustav has a nice body cause he works out at his gym. I went with him one time. He got a bad ride too. All the boys was hatin’ me when they saw me.

It be some nice lookin’ men at that gym. They let me go in the adult locker room because I was with Gustav, ‘cause they wasn’t going to let me at first ‘cause they thought I was a little boy. But Gustav told them I was 17 (I’m 15) and they let me go with him.

I was looking at the men so hard, I didn’t even get changed before Gustav. He had to tap me on the shoulder and then I got my trunks on and we went in the pool. But mostly it was older guys in the pool but I saw them looking at me and I kept getting out the water so they could look at my body.

When I have the camera set up (you have to put it on the stand at the foot of the bed) I can see all of me on the TV and my body makes me hot too. I’m not all cut like Gustav but I got smooth skin and a little six-pack.

Your nipples get hard? I play with mine and they get all stiff. It really makes me tingle and my dick be hard and it gets wet and that clear stuff be coming out. When I get naked, I walk around the house and look at myself in the mirrors and things. The glass cabinets in the kitchen are nice too and I can see myself in them. And that big picture in the living room and the big TV in the den. When it’s off, you can really see yourself in it.

 

Jerrold spoke to me again today. But I’m not trippin’ ‘cause I ain’t really wantin’ him no more. We were by the basketball courts on the play yard and I was eating some chips and he asked me for some. Then he stood there and we watched the guys playing ball and ate some chips.

"That’s nice," I said and I pointed at his necklace. He looked at it then he just kind of smiled and ate some more chips. Then he said "C-ya" and he left. I was happy, even though I don’t care about that boy no more.

Gustav don’t really come by no more. He used to when we was trying to fuck. Why I like older guys? Jerrold is a senior but he’s not that much older than me. But he act a lot older. Older guys be liking me too.

Gustav is nasty. He lick on everything, my feet, my balls, even my asshole. He says he like it when my feet are a little funky and my balls too. He stick his tongue all up inside me and it makes me real hot but that’s still nasty.

He wants to see me when he’s doing it so he lifts my hips way up in the air so they over my head and then he licks between my cheeks and he looks at me all while he’s doing it. I try not to do anything but when he gets his tongue inside, I have to close my eyes and then my hips be wiggling.

I saw him in the TV when he was trying to put it in. The big one that’s in the den? It was off and we were on the floor. I saw his dick going between my cheeks and I put my hand over my mouth and bit the carpet. At first it wouldn’t go and I felt it pushing and pushing, then it just popped in and then I screamed.

My face looked weird in the TV because it looked like one of those horror movies when the people are being eaten by the monster. My dick wasn’t hard anymore and I was scooting across the floor and trying to get away. Gustav kept saying "breath… breath," but I couldn’t breathe because that shit was hurting. He said all he had in was the head but it felt like the whole thing and I kept wiggling until it came out.

 

I want Jerrold to come over. If we get by ourselves, he’ll be different, I just know it. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I’m not Black. I like black boys. I like Black men too. They have nice bodies and real big ones. I think Jerrold’s is big. I wish we had gym together.

The films Gustav gave me are real hot. The guys have these big ones and the one on the bottom just moans a little when they stick it in but they take it all. I use candles. I can get almost all of it in if I take my time. Mom has this drawer with all kind of candles. Fat ones, short ones, long skinny ones. I took one of the long skinny ones, she never missed it.

I have to oil it up. I put my legs up in the air and I push it real slow. I can feel it going in and I think of Jerrold. When I get it in real good, it tickles my hole and I get extra hard. Then I grab my shit and start stroking it and when I come, it’s a lot.


I have a nice ass. Must be the Black in me on my mother’s side. She’s half Puerto Rican, half Trinidad and my dad was Cuban. It’s not flat, it’s round and firm. That’s what Gustav used to tell me. He says it’s just like "sweet, cling peaches". That’s what he used to say, every time he be nasty.

I was eating some canned peaches one evening and I wonder if my ass really looks like them? I guess, sort of because I’m almost the same color, just not so yellow. And they split down the middle and they’re firm and round. I shook my head because I couldn’t believe I was getting hot from looking at some peaches.

Everything makes me hot. My bare feet on the carpet, the water from the shower on my dick, even when I wipe my ass after I take a dump. For real, my dick gets hard and it’s flopping around when I’m wiping.

This man made me hot at the clothing store one day. He was measuring me for some pants and he kept feeling on my ass then he reached between my legs with the tape measure and it got hard. I think he saw it but he acted like he didn’t . When I went in the dressing room, I stayed in there for a long time, ‘cause I thought he’d come back there but he didn’t. I know he saw it. Why didn’t he come back there?

I have to sing for the choir’s school concert and I’m all nervous. We’re doing this Darryl Hammond song and Mr. Atkins says I sing it real good but still I’m nervous. The concert is this Friday and moms says she’s coming. I just hope Jerrold comes.

Singing is my life. I sing in the shower, when I’m doing my homework, even when I’m watching TV. "Morgan, stop singing." That’s what moms says when she can’t hear the TV. You ever been nervous? It’s all you can think about, the thing that’s making you nervous.

 

 

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Jerrold told me I did good. Everybody says I did good, moms too. We had two encores for my song at the concert and afterwards, Jerrold came up to me and he gave me dap and said I did good. I almost passed out. I think I was high or something because I told him to come over.

Moms was real happy. She was almost crying and she hugged me. Then she saw Jerrold and she kind of smiled. "This Jerrold," I said and she shook his hand. "He comin’ over."

At first nobody was saying nothing, then I burped and mom started laughing and then we started talking. It was so quiet in that car, maybe that’s why I burped. Sometimes, I almost burp in church and I have to hold it back. Jerrold sat in the front and I sat in the back. Mom kept looking at me in the mirror but she didn’t say nothing… till I burped.

Even though Jerrold didn’t say he would come over, he didn’t say nothing when I told moms he was coming over. He just stood there, then he went with us.

Mr. Atkins says I should get a "music coach"? What’s that? He says, it’ll help me with my singing and how to "breathe" and stuff. I told moms but she say we ain’t got no money to be paying for no "music coach." She didn’t know what it was either.

Then, Mr. Atkins started helping me with my singing. We stay after school and he gives me lessons. Has me sing scales and now he’s trying to teach me "pitch". He says my key is f sharp. I like his hands. They’re sort of soft and his fingers are sort of fat, but not really. When he touches me on the stomach to show me how to breathe, I get all tingly inside.

My dick isn’t cut. That man at the food court was really crazy about that. I was waiting for my mother and having an Orange Julius when I saw him looking at me. He walked by three times then he went down this hall. When I followed him, I saw a bathroom so I went inside.

He was in one of the stalls, but the door wasn’t closed. I almost ran away because he had his dick out and he was playing with it. But he looked like a nice man and I went inside when he pulled me with his hand.

Really, I was scared because I didn’t know what he wanted and the door was still open to the stall. He opened my pants so fast, I didn’t even realize it. "You not cut," He said. He looked so happy. Then he just stuck it in his mouth and I started wiggling my hips and I forgot about the door.

"Like that foreskin," He kept saying. He kept playing with the skin and pulling it back, then pulling it up and licking it. He was sucking it so hard, his cheeks was sinking in. It was really, really weird, standing in a bathroom with my dick in somebody’s mouth. He licked on it then he sucked it then he licked on it like a lollipop or something.

I kept looking over my shoulder but then I couldn’t think because he was making it come out so fast. All I could do was just wiggle my hips. He swallowed it all. My eyes got big…and I thought dang, he nasty. He just kept swallowing and it felt so good.

 

Jerrold didn’t say nothing when we were at the table. Mom gave us some drinks (she let me drink a little of her gin n juice) and we had some cake. He just sat there and ate it all quiet and me and mom talked about the concert. I told her I got scared when we made that key change because I was hoarse and I was worried I couldn’t get up there. Mom was so happy. It was cool the way she talked and talked.

Jerrold has big feet. When we went to my room, I sat on the floor and he sat on my bed. I asked him what size shoe he wears because they were so big and he said eleven. That was weird because I hadn’t noticed them before.

"Lemme see," I said and then I started taking his shoe off. At first he didn’t say nothing then he was like "noooo," but I kept taking it off and then I took my shoe off and I tried it on. How come my feet couldn’t even get to the toe of his shoe? It was like I was wearing a man’s shoe or something.

He started it first though, ‘cause he was trying to take his shoe back, so I tackled him. We fell on the bed and he was looking up at me all weird. But we were making too much noise and mom hollered at us. Then I just laid on top of him and looked at him but he didn’t say nothing. It made me think a lot of things.

I think that’s my problem… I think too much. I think so much, I can’t even get to sleep. I think about when I get grown and what I’ll do and what kind of house I’ll have and when my moms comes over to see it and then it’ll be 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning.

If I do it in class, sometimes I get caught. "Morgan? Morgan?" That’s the teacher and he’s calling me and I’m looking into space. I hate when that happen though ‘cause they be laughing. I like to write though. That’s why I wrote this thing about myself. Teacher says I have good ideas but that I need to "focus". I kinda understand that but I like to write everything so people will understand. I get good grades for my writing though.

I ain’t bothering Jerrold at school. I know he don’t want his peeps to know he be with me. I just smile because I know something they don’t but nobody think nothing because I be smiling all the time. I want him to come over again.

I started this paper when I was in science class. Science is boring. The teacher is old and he talks real slow. I get bored and I started writing. At first I was just writing about how I like Jerrold and how cute he is. He has chocolatety brown skin. It’s smooth and he has those hazel eyes. I didn’t get my contacts yet. Moms says I don’t need them. She say I got "enough going" with my arched eyebrows and blond hair but she don’t know about the lip gloss ‘cause I put it on at school.

Do that make you look like a girl? Why a boy can’t wear lip-gloss? I like the way it makes my lips look. And I don’t be putting a lot. Why you got to be a certain way to be a boy… or a girl? Blue is for boys, pink is for girls. I like pink, but not real pink. Just like a rose or red. Red is my favorite color. I have red shoes (they nikes), red shirts, red pants (they joggers) I even had my hair red one time.

I saw Shante smoking. She was behind the bleachers on the play yard and she was smoking with some friends. She say I can’t smoke ‘cause I’m too young but she don’t know that I had some weed one time with Gustav. I think he was trying to get me high so he could fuck. That’s all Gustav wanted was to fuck me. When he couldn’t get it inside and I kept saying I didn’t want to try no more, he stopped coming around.

Weed make you goofy. I was laughing and everything was funny. Shante wasn’t laughing though. She saw me looking but she didn’t say anything. Maybe weed don’t make everybody laugh.

When I get grown, I want to live in a nice house with some nice furniture. If I can have a pool, then that’d be cool too. But I want a nice house, not a old house with old furniture and old carpet.

People think I’m supposed to know Spanish. They look at my hair and my skin color and they think I’m Cuban or maybe Panamanian or something and they start speaking Spanish. That’s why I died my hair. But not just for that though, but a lot for that.

See, you get a nice house like Beyonce or Ashanti, then you be on it. They shit is bumpin’, I mean a waterfall tub and Jacuzzi and stuff? And a recording studio?? I could be singing and getting my shit recorded…at home??!!

I like Beyonce. She seem real cool. I wish I knew somebody like her, then I could be getting recorded and blowing up. My uncle work for Lisa Raye, you know… that lady from The Players Club? He be meeting famous peoples and going to parties with her.

We went to her house last year and I helped him take down the Christmas decorations. He be putting them up for all kinds of people. She got a bad assed house, for real. You should see that big assed pool she got with statues around it and shit. Her place was da bomb!

I can’t believe I’m still writing this paper. Now I write a little every day. I don’t know when it’s going to be finished. Today, I gave Jerrold a note. We were in music and I acted like I was going to sharpen my pencil and I put it under his drawing book. Jerrold is so cool, he didn’t even look up or get stupid, just kept drawing.

Maybe I don’t walk like a boy enough. Mom says I need to "straighten up" when I walk and not be "switching". I tried to walk like a boy when I went by Jerrold’s desk. I didn’t "sashay"… that’s another thing my mom say I do. "You flouncing again, Morgan." What’s flouncing?

All day, Jerrold didn’t say anything about my note and I was starting to get sad again. This boy ain’t going to get on my nerves. I told Shante and she said "bad move." She say "trade" don’t like to have they business in the streets. Shante always calling boys like Jerrold "trade". I think that mean "jocks", or "ballers". What I was supposed to do, send him a mental message and hope he could read my mind? I already tried that… it don’t work.

Then I was almost home and I heard somebody behind me. I think he must’ve been following me all the way but he didn’t want nobody to know. I heard them boys behind me but I didn’t look around because they be getting stupid.

"So you really got it?" He said. Jerrold is so cute. I was looking at them big sexy lips of his and I got all hot. He probably would’ve took off if he knew what I was thinking. We went to my house and my heart was in my throat.

Shante scared me at first ‘cause she started talking about me being too young again and I was thinking she wasn’t going to be cool. But she know I was wanting Jerrold again, even though I say I don’t. I know… confused. Don’t hate.

Jerrold didn’t want no drink, nothing to eat, nothing, just for us to get started. I wish I hada known about this sooner. He knew how to roll it and then he was blazin’ like a fiend. I took a couple of hits and I wanted to start laughing but I was feeling all horny too. I didn’t know it make you horny too.

Jerrold saw it and I was nervous but I was excited too because I saw him looking. I think it was the weed ‘cause I got up and took my shoes and socks off, then my shirt and then my pants. I kept saying it was hot but I had a t-shirt on and some shorts and my boxers.

He could really see it then but I wasn’t acting all shy. Damn, I need to have that weed all the time. Then I was really hoping and I smoked some more and it got bigger and I wasn’t scared or nothing. He just kept looking at it and acting like he wasn’t and we kept smoking and it was quiet. Real quiet.

"Lemme see yo’ shoes," I said, ‘cause I wanted to try them on again. Jerrold was getting a hit and his eyes was all low and he was getting all mellow. He didn’t do nothing so I got up and I started taking his shoes off. He just lay back on one elbow and took another hit but he didn’t say nothing, ‘cept he wiggled his toes when I took his socks off.

That shit made me real hot when my feet got in his big shoes. They was still warm and it felt weird on my bare feet. I wiggled my toes in his shoes and then I kind of walked around a little in them. My shit was on brick then.

For a minute I stopped and I grabbed it with my hand and just squeezed it. I could feel it all the way in my toes and they wiggled in his shoes and it felt like I was in Jerrold or something. I was holding it and squeezing it and looking at his shoes and then I looked up and I saw Jerrold staring at it then he acted like he wasn’t looking and took another toke.

Hardly nothing was left and he was pinching the last of it in his finger and his thumb and sucking on it and I saw his lips sucking and it was making me hot so I walked over to my nightstand like I was going to get something. He watched me and he was sucking in on that roach so hard, his cheeks was sinking in. He held it in for a long time, then he blew it out. Oooh, Jerrold’s lips is so hot.

I stood up and I turned around to him and I squeezed it again. My shorts was getting a little wet from my shit. I knew he could see it. I took it out. He just stared at it. I stared at his lips. He got way better lips than Gustav. They fat and juicy.

It just started going toward his lips. He was still laying on his side, on that one elbow and he was close to the edge and he didn’t move. He just laid there and watched it moving closer and when it bumped against his fat lips, at first he didn’t do nothing but I saw that lump in his pants jump, then he just opened his mouth.

Damn, it was way better than Gustav’s, better than that man at the food court, better than anything. My hips was just wiggling and it was going in and out. At first he wasn’t really opening that wide and it kind of bumped against his teeth and that was hurting but then that lump in his pants jumped again and he opened wider and then he just swirled his tongue around it and I felt my toes grab at the bottom of his shoes.

He had on a cool t-shirt and it said "10 deep" on it. I saw his wife beater when I pulled it up and then I was really hot. A nigga look good in a wife beater, they got a tight body and Jerrold fo’ sho’ gots a tight body. He got braids and he had on a nike sweatband to hold them down. I can’t wear braids, they don’t look right on me. Ooh, and I like that tight six-pack he got! Mine is sort of soft but his is cut, on da real.

Damn, Jerrold is hella fine. I was so hot, watching them dick-suckin-lips of his swirling around my shit. When Gustav sucked it, he used to go up and down and then lick it but it was just going in and out with Jerrold. Oooh, my shit is getting hard again.

I was pinching on them nipples and rubbing them and he was moving around and his thing kept jumping up in his pants. Nobody knew Jerrold would suck on it… nobody, not even me. But then I kind of was hoping he would, ‘cause he got them dsl’s, you know… dick-suckin-lips.

He was looking up, right into my eyes. I think he knew I was really liking it. He could tell from how I looked at him. I think it made him like it more. I just kept pushing my dick in and out, in and out and his tongue was swirling and them lips was looking fucking hot.

Then I took off my shorts, then my t-shirt and then when I took off my boxers, I took it out his mouth and he licked his lips and looked at it. Then I hopped on the bed next to him and I took off his shirts and I looked at him and I was stone hard then.

I pointed at his pants and shit and he sat up and took them off, then all he had on was his boxers and he laid there looking blowed. But his shit was hard and it was pushing his boxers up and making them wet. I wanted to see it so I reached inside and took it out. He was pretty big, but not real big. Sort of long and hard. I mean it was like a hard ass brick.

When I got over top of him and pulled his boxers down, he lifted his hips up so I could get them off and his shit was bouncing around, all hard. I got my knees on his side and I was up on them over him… how you say… straddle him? Yeah, I think I saw that in a nasty magazine one time cause the guy was saying he was straddle the nigga and he sat down on his shit. Them stories be hot and they be telling you everything, like how big it is and how deep it was going in and how it felt. You really want to see a good story though, you should go on the internet. It’s some freaky shit on the internet and they sound like people like me. They be writing about niggas and thugs and prison and rape and little boys with men. How a little boy gone take a big old man’s dick?

Me and Jerrold stopped for a minute while he rolled another blunt. We was both naked and I kept playing with his shit and we stayed hard, even while we was blazing. I put mine by his and we was comparing them and they almost the same size except he got a bigger head and mine ain’t cut. I think he was liking me not being cut. He kept pulling on the skin and peeling it back and looking at my dick all hard, then pulling it back up and pinching it in his fingers. He was sitting up and looking at it and we was passing the last of that blunt and getting more horny. How come he just pulled that skin back and then started licking on the head like a lollipop? Ah man, my hips was wiggling and my head was going from side to side. That shit was feeling goooooood!

I was nasty that day. Gustav made me be nasty ‘cause I was licking on Jerrold’s asshole like he used to do to me. I know it was feeling good ‘cause it used to be making me go crazy when Gustav did it. I pushed Jerrold’s hips up over his head like Gustav did to me and I looked at him when I put my tongue right on his hole. Damn, Jerrold’s hole was tight! It was so little and it kept jumping and moving when I licked it and then I could feel my tongue starting to go inside a little and he was moaning and wiggling his toes a lot.

His ass is smooth. Ain’t no hair on the hole or on his ass or nothing. My ass is smooth too but I got some hair around the hole and Gustav say he liked it and he used to make it "lay down". I think that mean he make it wet or something but Jerrold was just smooth and it tasted good to lick on it and now I know how come Gustav used to do it all the time ‘cause now I be wanting to do it all the time.

My finger was inside him and he was wiggling and making all them sounds. Damn, Jerrold’s ass was so tight on my finger but he was liking it. His shit was real hard… I mean really, really hard and that stuff was coming out and he was pushing his hips up and working it on my finger.

Ha, ha, I was a nasty Gustav. I was pushing it and pushing it and he was grunting and groaning and it wouldn’t go but I was wanting it in and I was waiting and waiting and laying on top of him and kissing him on the back and on the neck and then I started kissing him on the mouth and he was really making them noises and the head went in. For real, it just said poop… and then I felt it inside and he was kissing me real hard then and we was pushing together and moving together and more went in and I couldn’t believe it ‘cause I never could take that shit. But Gustav is way bigger than me and that’s why Jerrold could take it… I think.

But now I see why Gustav was always trying to do it and why he was so nasty ‘cause I was liking that shit like a mug… trust. I don’t never want to do it with no girl ‘cause I know it feel way better when you in a boy. Waaaay better, trust.

You know how them niggas ass be going up and down in them nasty videos? That’s what my ass was doing with Jerrold… going up and down and up and down and wiggling and swerving. My shit was way the fuck in there. I could feel it sliding and his ass was so tight. Ooh, Jerrold was moaning and making them sad sounds like somebody ‘bout to cry but we just kept kissing and kissing and kissing and fucking and fucking and fucking and he was pushing with me and making it go deeper.

But then I couldn’t talke it no more ‘cause Jerrold was almost crying but not ‘cause it was hurting but because it was feeling so good. He was pushing his hips up so hard we was going up and down like on a wild horse or something. For real, we was really doing it, then he was moaning loud and making them crying noises and then his ass was extra tight and squeezing and my shit just nutted up. But I didn’t know it but we was both nutting up ‘cause later, when he got up, it was a gang of cum all on the bed.

It’s too bad I didn’t see him nutt up ‘cause I really wanted to see that. I’m telling you, he must’ve busted a monster nutt ‘cause it was all the way through to the mattress… no shit. Maybe some of that was sweat ‘cause we was both wet like we had been in the shower. Naw that was his cum ‘cause I smelt it and it was sticky. Ooh, Gustav would’ve really liked my feet then, huh? I bet you they was really funky. And my ass!! Damn, I kind of miss Gustav ‘cause he was nasty and it felt good when he would lick on my feet. And my toes would be wiggling ‘cause it kind of tickled but then he would suck on them and that made my dick go bong, bong. I be thinking ‘bout him when I wipe my ass in the shower ‘cause it make me think of him when I put my finger back there.

I don’t see him no more. Somebody say he got sent up. They say he was with a little boy and then his mother found out. Damn, that’s messed up. But I wouldn’t never do that. I wouldn’t never tell. Why you have to tell? Maybe it didn’t feel good when he stuck it in the little boy ‘cause that shit was hurting when he tried to put in me. You can’t be putting it in all deep ‘cause that make it really hurt. But Gustav too big too, especially for no little boy. Ooh! That’s just like in them nasty stories on the internet, huh? How a little boy gon’ take all of Gustav’s big old dick?

Now I’m kind of thinking about Jerrold putting it in me but all he want is for me to put it in him. You see Jerrold and it’s no way you gone believe he be letting me run up in him. He don’t be talking to me at the school. He just be acting all hard and hanging with his peeps and smoking weed and shit. Somebody say he in a gang now but he still be coming over to my house after school, almost every day.

Jerrold got a lady now and they be kissing at the school and shit. You think he do that to make me jealous? I should ask him, huh? Make him ‘fess up. What he like the best, a dick in the pussy or a dick in his ass? What you think he say?

 

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