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 Pt. I

Marquise is over again. He’s over all the time but now it’s different. Now we’re naked and he’s on top of me again. I like cupping his little ass. It’s so smooth and soft. When I rub it, he starts humping me.  

At first we didn’t kiss. Now we do but it’s not girly. It makes us hotter and we like that. We like all the things that make us hot. Like taking a bath together, or playing with each other’s dicks. Marquise always starts but its all good.  

When he comes over, I don’t even have to get dressed anymore. Sometimes it’s early in the morning.

“Why you not in school?” I’ll ask and he just shrugs his shoulders. I think he ditches school on purpose.  

We used to shoot hoops and he still brings his basketball over but now we don’t shoot as much. He’s got on those same, tan cargo shorts he was wearing yesterday. Different shirt but same shorts.  

He walks past me, his eyes subtly passing over my boxers and plops down on the couch. His shorts rise up his smooth, yellow legs and I can see up the pants leg almost to his nutts. Makes my dick jump and I can feel his eyes on it. We’ll be naked in no time.

“What are you doing?”  Just about jumped off the bed that day. He’s looking through my window and I didn’t even see him standing there.

“Get the hell outta here Marquise!” I yelled, rolling away from him. Couldn’t believe the little joker had snuck up on me like that. I guess I should’ve closed the blinds but I never anticipated company…especially not Marquise.  

Jumped up, put on my shorts and went to the front door. He’s standing there, his basketball tucked under his arm, a big question mark on his face. I shouldn’t have gotten mad but it was a pure invasion of privacy and I was p.o.’d.

Couldn’t stay mad at that innocent face though. That quizzical look on his face, he looked up at me, his question still unaddressed, as far as he was concerned.

“Why you looking through my window Marquise?”

“Sorry,” He muttered, shifting his ball to his other arm. An awkward moment passed, and he finally says, “Can I come in?”

I stepped aside and he casually walked past me, his eyes doing that subtle pass over my groin. Plops down on the couch like it’s any other day and puts his feet on his basketball. I’m looking up his shorts and I can almost see his nutts, but I’m still not happy he invaded my privacy so I don’t entertain that.

“How long were you out there, you little pervert?” He hunches his shoulders and looks away.

“Like what you saw? You like spying on people Marquise?”

“I wasn’t spying. I was gonna ring the doorbell but I heard that music so I was gonna holla at you through the window.” His baby face a dark cloud he’s not happy I’m accusing him of spying.  

I want to stay mad at him but he’s my little buddy so I squash it. Bad thing is, I didn’t get my nutt so I was extra horny. And, truth be told, I was thinking about his little butt when he snuck up on me. Yeah, kind of shame to admit it but I was just about to bust a good one, thinking about him naked.

I turned on the TV and the tension lessened. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and he’s looking at me eat so I poured him one too. We’re on the couch watching TV and he says, all quiet like,

“Can I do it?”  

Me and Marquise are real close. Almost like brothers. I’m an only child and he’s the youngest of like a house full of kids. He stays up the street from me and there’s always a grip of people at his apartment, most of them way older than Marquise. Brothers, cousins, friends, you name it, his place is always crowded.  

He saw me with the basketball and was on me like white on rice. “Wanna shoot some hoops?” I said when he posted up in my front yard. I was idly bouncing my ball against the garage and yacking on my cell phone. When I hung up, he was just sitting there on his ball, watching me like I was his long lost brother or something.  

We went to my back yard and shot hoops forever, yacking and laughing about everything. It was like we’d been separated at birth.

“But do you like Robot Chicken?” I bounced the ball, smiling because I can’t believe the shows we both like.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. But I like The Boondocks better.”

“Homies ova Hoes!!” He suddenly crooned.  

See, that’s why Marquise is so cool! Not only did he know about my fave Adult Swim show, but he was up on the funniest episode. We hit the ground crackin' up.

“And that’s when one of them dudes knocked me upside my head and I dreamed he kissed another man.” I just about bust my gut crackin' up when Marquise said that! How he gone know the lines like that?!

“How often you have dreams about men kissin'?” I shot back and we both hit the ground laughing again.

Yeah, that Gangstalicious episode was one of my favorite Boondocks episodes and Marquise got points for knowing about it. Was over all the time after that. Like I said, all we did back then was shoot hoops. Shoot hoops and talk jive. Shows we liked, music, YouTube videos, all the shit we had in common. It was all good, until that day he spied on me jacking off.  

“Can I do it?” He says and my hand froze, midair, my spoonful of cereal hovering between my mouth and my bowl. Should’ve known my little homie would wanna do anything he saw his buddy do but still, I was shocked. I tried playing it dumb by saying, “Do what?” But Marquise ain’t no idiot. He just threw me a smug look that said, nigga please.

“You not old enough,” I said, lifting my spoon to my mouth.

“Yes I am,” He says, spooning a mouthful of cereal.

I looked at him, his sweet innocent face turned up at me and, on the real, I wanted to just reach in his little shorts right there. Yeah, like I said, Marquise has been creeping into my jack off fantasies.  

At first it kind of weirded me out, my little homie showing up at the most inopportune time but I couldn’t keep fighting it. On a scale of one to ten, I’d say Marquise is a 9.5. Even though he’s young you can tell he’s gonna be a heartbreaker. I feel bad but I can’t stop thinking about what he’d look like out his clothes. I’m watching my porno and just when it starts feeling good, I go to thinking about his skinny little legs and I see them going up into those shorts he’s always wearing. The tan colored, cargo shorts with the pockets on the outside. My mind goes up those legs and then I’m reaching up his shorts and discovering the prize inside and bam, I’m busting a big one.  

Today I was taking his shorts off. I’m beating the hell out my dick and seeing myself slipping his little shorts off and then he’s talking to me through the window. A SERIOUS invasion of privacy man!

I know Marquise isn’t going to let this go. If Jabari’s doing it, then Marquise wants to do it. I smoke, and Marquise wants to try.

“You’re too young,” I said then too. But Marquise wasn’t taking no for an answer so I finally gave in and let him try.  Monkey see, monkey do. That’s what I say about Marquise.  

I wear mismatched shoes and Marquise does it too. I go outside with no shirt on and his little scrawny ass starts doing it too. Even walked up to the corner store with no shirt on one day. Marquise didn’t even think about it, long as I was doing it.

I looked down at him and he’s got this well look on his face and I know he’s serious.

“You did it before?” I said. He shook his head, those big brown eyes looking at me.

“Never?” He thought about it for a while.

“Like, it be getting hard when I wake up…and in the shower, but not like you was doing.”

“Little perv,” I said, rustling his head. Always wanting to do what the big boys doing. He lowered his head, cereal bowl in his lap. Then he says,

“What were you doing?”

I don’t know why, but this is making me rather uncomfortable and I want to smack him upside the head. I think it’s because he was spying and now I have to tell him what I was doing. But I know he’s not like that. He was just trying to holla at me, like he said. I put my hand on his head and just held it there for a minute.

“You really wanna do it?”

“Yeah,” He nods, his eyes lighting up.

“But if we do, you can’t tell nobody.”

“Com’on man,” He says, rolling his eyes.

My hand’s still on his curly head and I can feel the warmth of his body beneath it. Feels nice, just holding his head like that and I feel the way we’re really connected. I wasn’t expecting it but then my dick started getting hard.

“Wanna take a shower?” I said, trying to get my mind off my dick. I figured, since he said he got hard in the shower, we could try that. He nodded, down for whatever, as usual. and we just left our cereal bowls on the coffee table. That’s the cool thing about Marquise, he’s cool on everything Jabari.  

We go to my bathroom and I started the shower. Marquise is watching me like a hawk and I figure he’s waiting to see what I do so I started getting undressed. When I pulled my shirt over my head, he pulled his shirt off too. Kicks his shoes off when I pull my socks of, then he pulled his socks off too. All he’s got left is his signature shorts, the ones that sag on his little hips. It’s a sexual energy in there that’s so thick you could cut it and we’re not saying anything.  

I wait for him to take his shorts off and he looks down, his little toes wiggling on the bath rug, then he just opens his shorts and drops them. His dick is sticking out his boxers and his face goes red but I don’t sweat him. My dick’s climbing too and it pushes out my boxers too.  

Steam is coming from the shower and it’s filling the bathroom but we’re sort of stuck to the floor, both of us studying each other’s feet. Shouldn’t be this hard but this is new for both of us and we’re both stalling.

“Com’on,” I finally said, pushing my boxers down. Probably would’ve stood there the rest of the day if I hadn’t done that but Marquise pushes his boxers down, soon as he sees me taking mine off.  

Was really hot in there then. We’re both looking at each other, even though we’re trying to play it off like we’re not. I’m looking at his chest, his tummy, his hard dick, but he’s straight staring at my dick, like it’s something he’s never seen before. Young as he is I'm surprised to see he’s got a little patch down there.

We don’t need to get in the shower now, his dick hard now, but since I’d said take a shower, I went ahead. Like my little shadow, he follows me inside the shower. We stand under the water, most of it pouring onto Marquise’s curly hair. He seems to like it, holding his head under the hot water as he wipes his smooth face with his hand.

 We’re both acting like this is just a shower…like we do this all the time. It’s quiet, the water rushing about us and I pick up the shower gel. Pour some in my hand and, monkey see, monkey do, he holds his hand out for some. We lather up, the soap mostly on our torsos and back. When I started lathering up my dick and balls, Marquise did his too. It’s still awkward being naked with him and we’re busy washing off, but both of us are busting hard.  

Marquise’s got a nice little package for somebody so young. It’s not dinky like a lot of kids his age I see at the pool and shit. It’s a nice circumference and I’m sure it would feel like a nice little handle in my hand. Head’s nice and full with a clear ridge around it. I like nice, clear ridges like that.  

After all the washing and soaping, we kind of ended up close to each other under the water, washing it all off. Thing is, we still didn’t do anything. But it’s still real cool, being naked together I guess.

Mine’s bobbling in front of me and his is standing arrow straight in front of him, as we get rinsed off. Guess we did need the shower. I turned the water off and we just stood there, water dripping off us, looking at each other.

It’s funny how we like looking at each other. I guess it’s like our anatomy class. The Male Body, 101. Marquise can just look at me for hours, it seems. He looks at my chest, plays with my nipples, fondles my navel, and plays with my dick, hard or soft. He even likes looking at my balls and my asshole. We’ll be watching TV naked and he’s all between my legs, moving them apart, gazing between them like it’s the best show around. His warm breath on my naked body parts tingles and goes up my dick, making it hard.  

 After we dried off, we went to my room where he’d spied on me jacking off. I guess I should quit saying he spied on me but it feels like that’s what he did. Anyway, we get in my room and the porno I’d been watching is still playing. I’d forgot all about it but since it’s on a loop, it’d started over, a familiar scene playing.  

Ok, truth time: the porno I’d been watching was all guys. A bunch of guys jacking off I’d downloaded from Xtube. Made me all uncomfortable again and I walked to the computer to turn it off.  

I turn to face Marquise and he’s watching, like I’d thought, but he doesn’t say anything. Just kind of looks at me like he’s waiting for what’s next.

“Wanna get on the bed?” I say and he nods, his dick somewhere between soft and halfway hard. I know what he said and I figure he’s still wanting it but it feels real awkward being naked with him, now that we’re out the shower.  

My bed’s not big so we’re sort of close, whether we want to be or not. I actually stared at the ceiling a while, uncertain how to proceed. I can feel Marquise’s warm body next to me but I’m not looking at him.

“That’s what you was doin’?” He says, his voice low and husky. He’s talking about the guy on the video. I nod my head, waiting, then he surprises me and says,

“Can I see?”

A long minute passed, my heart sort of pounding in my ears but I finally rolled out the bed and started the video again. The guy is one of my fave’s because he really blows when he cums. I feel my face heat up when I lay back down. Although I know it’s stupid, I’m not comfortable watching my guy porn with Marquise.

“No…. you,” Marquise says, his voice even huskier.  

I look over at him and damn, my little homie’s on bone hard! Oh wow, that made me very hot. Couldn’t believe it, even though I was looking at his beating pipe, hovering over his taut tummy.

“Can I see you do it?” He clarifies, his hand idly moving to his crotch. I watch him cup his taut balls, then involuntarily passing over his hardness.

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