My Turn

The author retains copyrights to the story. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission of the author.

Take a moment and send me an email, I'd love to hear from you. I'm at: andy_dick35@hotmail.com

All messages are privately screened by me, Chris Carr, and cordially responded to. Thanks!

My Turn!

By Chris Carr

Ok, Trey’s probably a better b-ball player than me but no way I’m going to let him know that. I mean, my reputation’s on the line, ya feel me? Trey’s talkin’ trash though. Nigga this and nigga that, pounding his fist in his hand and swearing a beat down. That’s all good, but I still got some moves left, nahmean?

First time I played him, we were at the park. I’m lookin’ at this skinny, quiet kid and thinkin’ ‘this’ll be easy’.

I lost.

"Play you again!" I said and we went another round. Trey’s nothin’ like he looks, though. The boy’s got skills. He ducked under me, leaped over me and just played me like a fool. We got this kinda, thing, going where I know he’s going to usually win but I always try to beat him. Sometimes I actually win and Trey has to listen to me poppin’ suspendas and all but, then he turns around and beats me again and shuts me up.

I’m more the cerebral type, feel me? I got all the hookups online and know all the hotspots. Trey just looks over my shoulder, amazed at what I find or do. "Wait, what’s that!" He’ll holla, tryin’ to check out a site I’ve seen a thousand times. Kinda funny, the way I have to slow down when he’s around.

"So we gon’ do this?" I asked. Trey’s bouncing his ball and doesn’t say anything. He always does that. I keep waiting, then he gives me this silly smirk and I know… it’s on.

"Ok, this is how it goes. We each get three shots." He bounces the ball to me and I bounce it back to him. "No leanin’ in towards the basket, no, standing on your toes or any other kind of cheatin’. Cool?" He looks up at the basket, then bounces, once, twice.

"Cool," he finally says, bouncing it back to me. "But… who decides?"

"The winner," I say, tossing a shot at the basket.

"That don’t count," I say when it misses.

Trey’s about to kick my ass, I think.

Heart’s beatin’ all fast and my palms are gettin’ sweaty, but I ain’t lettin’ him see.

"Ok, let’s shoot for firsties," I say, lining up beneath the basket.

Trey’s lookin’ at me… I can feel him, standin’ over there, staring…

And it makes me nervous but I concentrate and shoot.

He throws me that li’l devious smirk as he runs after the ball but I ain’t stressin’, even though I really wanted to be first. He steps to the line and shoots. Swoosh, nothin’ but net.

Damn!

I look away, tryin’ to play it cool as he takes his second shot. Course, he makes that one too and it’s not lookin’ good.

"Marcel, you finish your homework?" Its moms.

"Yeah, mom."

"I gotta run your sister to dance practice, you guys goin’ to be ok?"

"Yeah," we both say, bouncing the ball back and forth.

"There’s some juice in the fridge, you want. I’ll get dinner, soon as I’m back so you guys lay off the snacks ok?"

Trey bounced the ball toward me but I missed and have to run after it. "Marcel?"

"Ok mom," I say, wishing she’d just leave. Charron makes a face at me and sticks her tongue out, just before mom turns to leave. I’m just glad she’s takin’ the li’l brat with her. Mom turns around and says,

"And no one…"

"Comes through the front door," I say, finishing her sentence.

"Not even your…"

"Best friend or mother’s mother," I say, bouncing the ball. "Dang mom, my best friend’s already here and..."

"Do I need to give you the lecture about strangers again Marcel?" Mom threatens.

"NO!" I plead and then she leaves, thank God.

"Do I need to give you the lecture about strangers again Marcel?" Trey taunts, his hand on his hip.

"As if I’ll hear the doorbell back here," I laugh, tossing him the ball. Then it hits me, Trey’s just won round one. He’s wearing that silly smirk again.

"Com’on Trey, get it over with."

He bounces the ball a couple of times then looks around the yard.

He doesn’t have a clue.

I should’ve won first but I didn’t.

Just when I start to get impatient, he wanders over to mom’s vegetable garden.

I feel something stupid coming.

"Eat this," he says, pulling a green tomato from a vine. See, stoo-pid! He’s won the first round and could tell me to walk around the yard butt naked but he tells me to eat a raw tomato. He won, fair and square though, so I pop the green ball in my mouth. Trey laughs at me when my eyes bug and my face turns green but I swallow, getting it over with. I gotta win the next round.

A few minutes later, we’re at the vegetable garden again and I’m starting to think I’ll be sick for dinner. Trey looks over the different plants, finally deciding on the yellow squash.

"Aw com’on Trey, you know I hate squash," I protest but he ain’t lettin’ up so I take it and take a bite. Yuck! Squash is even nastier, raw!

As I choke down the last few bites, Trey smirks, then heads back to the basket. This is not going the way I’d planned. Trey aims, shoots, and, of course he makes it. Thinking I’ve made a grave mistake, I watch as he aims for his next shot.

Trey misses, I think.

I know he does, I’ve seen him miss…a few times.

Why doesn’t he miss now?

The squash is making bad in my stomach and I’m dreading another trip to the garden as Trey shoots. Sailing through the air, the ball bounces off the basket. It bounces across the yard and for the first time that afternoon, Trey misses. But can he do it again?

Maybe his confidence was rattled by that miss or maybe the gods gave me a break but, to my surprise, Trey missed again. Watching the ball sail past the backboard, well under the basket, I could hardly believe my luck. It was my turn to gloat. My turn to watch him squirm.

Trey stared at the ball, amazed he’d missed that second shot. Long after it’d stopped against the wall, he was still staring at it.

"Hey," I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked up, still distracted. "My turn."

"Man, no freaky stuff," He quickly qualified.

"Too late. You should’ve said that before the game. My turn," I repeated.

He hunched his shoulders, feigning indifference as he toed his foot at a rock. "Hmmm, lemme see," I taunted, walking around him. "How ‘bout…how ‘bout, we go in the garage and…"

"And what?" Trey said, defensive.

"You’ll see," I said, heading for the garage. He reluctantly followed, hands in his pockets, head down. I loved it!

In the dim light of our family garage, we squared off, Trey’s hands still shoved in his pocket, his eyes refusing to look at mine. He’s taller than me, his body trim and lean, so I have to look slightly up. He knew me, knew me well. I suppose we’d been practicing for this all along. The suggestive talk and the silly dares. But, it took me so long to decide, Trey finally glanced up to see what I was doing. Ok, here goes…

"Take it out," I said, my voice so shaky it cracked on the last word.

"Dang Marcel, I said no freaky stuff."

"You made me eat squash. Raw squash."

He huffed, kicking his foot at the floor, then looked back down. I waited, for what seemed an eternity, hoping he wouldn’t chicken out then, he looked up at me once more, his hands slowly rising to meet the top of his pants. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and my mouth went dry as he fumbled with the button.

In a flash, he flung his pants open, yanking his boxers down then whipped them back up so fast, I got lightheaded, trying to keep up.

"No fair!" I griped as he buttoned his jeans.

"You didn’t say how long," He shot back, spinning on his heel and exiting the garage. It all happened so fast, I was left disappointed. Had I seen his dick and if so, what did it look like? Was it big or little? He had hair, that I knew for sure but the rest was hazy.

Outside, Trey was already beneath the basket. It was my turn again and I was a little giddy, still buzzed about what we’d just done. I aimed, shot and missed, as usual, but I didn’t care. Not even when we headed over to the garden again.

"You have to eat dirt," Trey declared, glaring at me smugly.

He’d thought about this. He wasn’t just taking his turn, he was trying to get back at me. Without hesitation, I stooped, scooping up a sparse amount of dirt and tossed it into my mouth. Trey made a face that looked worse than the taste in my mouth but I wasn’t going to let him get me so, with great determination, I swallowed.

"Uggggh!" He balked.

We took our places under the basket again and, to my surprise, Trey missed. He glanced at me as the ball bounced idly across the grass, then ran to get it. Could happen to anyone, his face said as he aimed again. Pacing himself, he eyed the basket, then, woosh, the ball took off, falling just short of the basket. Immediately, he looked at me, shocked. I smiled, heading for the garage.
He was still standing under the basket when I reached the side entrance. He looked up at the basket, then at me, finally trudging across the yard.

In the shadows he faced me, awaiting his fate but I wasn’t as hesitant this time.

"Take your pants down and show me your ass," I decreed. "And…" I added, "you have to pull our ass open so I can see your asshole." Trey’s eyes bugged and his face screwed into a grimace. You have GOT to be kidding, it said.

"You nasty," He assailed. "Ugggh, that’s nasty! Why I gotta do that, Marcel?"

"We made a bet, Trey. We said, ‘whoever wins, the other one have to do whatever he say’. Com’on nigga, you was all for it when you was making me eat dirt."

He stared at me for a long time, debating whether he still wanted to play, I guess. But, it seemed like I saw a bulge in his pants. I can’t be sure, but, it seemed like it. Trey hissed, then sucked air through his teeth, sort of like he might be mad, but finally, he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved his thumbs inside the top of his boxers. Turning slowly around, he lowered them, revealing his smooth, chocolate brown ass. I’m sure he wanted to yank them right up, but I’d added the ‘crack-the-ass’ clause and he was stuck.

Blowing an angry hiss again, he reached behind himself and grabbed double handfuls of ass. Quickly, he spread his cheeks, revealing his hairless hole, then stooped and gathered up his pants, yanking them up as he exited.

I was hard.

Just like that, my dick was sticking straight up. My first peek at a boy’s asshole and my dick had a mind of its own. I looked down at the bulge in my pants, wondering what it meant. I was willing it to go down when I heard Trey outside yelling,

"Dang nigga, what you in there doin’, reminiscin’?"

I dashed outside, praying my bulge wouldn’t show. Trey tossed me the ball, all intent on getting his turn, not even noticing. Hungry for another win, I focused on the basket and shot. The ball seemed to move in slow motion, hanging in air as it traveled then hit the rim. Bouncing into the air, it dribbled around the rim, teetering on the edge then, miraculously fell in. I don’t know who was more surprised, me or Trey but we said nothing, our saucer sized eyes all that were needed.

My heart pounding loudly in my ears, I retrieved the ball and took my place beneath the basket. Trey started humming a silly song. "Da-da-da, da, da-da-da," he hummed, trying to break my concentration. Just as I stretched my arms to shoot, he hummed louder.

The ball sailed through the air, traveling straight for the backboard. I held my breath, my heart thundering in my chest as it slammed. Trey gasped beside me as it fell forward, bobbling on the rim, then fell into the basket. I couldn’t believe my luck! Jumping up and down, I yelled. Trey stared at the basket, mouth dropped open in disbelief.

"Guess what? My turn again," I said, heading for the garage.

Trey stared at me, stunned as I entered the side door but finally followed. "Hmm," I said, once he’d closed the door. Tapping my finger on my chin, I looked up at the ceiling. "Hmmm," I repeated, then looked at him. I think I saw him squirm but maybe it was just me making up things.

"This time," I said, staring at him. "This time…. you…you have to…"

"What?" Trey asked when I paused.

"Hold my dick in your mouth for um…."

"Dang Marcel, why you makin’ up all this…"

"What was you goin’ do if you’d won?" I interrupted. He looked at me, a blank look on his face.

"Um…"He hunched his shoulders.

"More dirt? Broken glass? Maybe a doggy turd?" He shook his head, no. "You do what you want, why can't I do what I want?" His silence was all I needed. Opening my pants I reached inside my boxers and pulled my dick out.

It immediately started to get hard and in a matter of seconds, it was huge and pointing north.

"Uh uh, Marcel, it cain’t be hard!" Well of course not! Hell, it shocked me, my dick had a mind of its own that way. I mean, this was good, in a nasty way, but why was I getting hard????

"Wait," I said, turning away from him. Trying to imagine every old, shriveled lady I could think of, I willed my dick to deflate. When it’d gone down enough to suffice, I excitedly turned around.

Trey stared at my semi-deflated dick, his face screwed up then swallowed so hard his throat rasped and knelt before me. Keeping the image of wrinkled old ladies in mind, I prayed my dick wouldn’t spring up again as Trey slowly advanced. Inch by inch he moved closer, the warmth from his body exciting me so, I could hardly keep my dick from responding. Holding my breath, I watched as he froze, inches away from my dick. Seconds passed, my trigger happy dick threatening to swell then, I literally shuddered, Trey’s mouth suddenly holding my dick.

"You have to hold it for ten seconds," I quickly added.

"Mmm mar mmounin’," He mumbled.

"Start counting?"

"Ysth!"

"Oh! 1, 2..." I couldn’t believe it. My best friend’s mouth was around my dick. "5,6…" It felt warm, soft… It made me hot. "8,9…" My dick couldn’t take it. Before I could get to ten, it was hard again. His mouth hanging onto the head of my stiff dick, Trey waited patiently for me to reach ten, then quickly slipped his mouth away. Which caused me to shudder again, his extra soft lips caressing my about-to-shoot dick, almost over the edge.

A small gasp escaping my mouth, I trembled as Trey stood. Wiping his mouth like he’d just ate a mouthful of donkey shit, he spat on the ground.

"Ugggh, it got stuff in my mouth!" He spat on the ground again. Watching him wipe his mouth again killed the moment and in seconds, my dick went down. I stuffed it back in my pants and grinned smugly at him as we went back outside.

"You better hope I don’t win," He threatened, tossing me the ball.

This was really getting weird. What’d started out as a simple challenge between friends had turned into this private battle. Who’d win next and what devious thing could they dream up for the other to do?

Trey hummed his tune again as I took my turn and on the second shot, I missed. When I missed the third shot, Trey hustled to get the ball, running back to take his shot. Bam! It went right in and suddenly, I became worried. Trey had it in for me and there was no telling what he’d make me do. Making his next shot, he glared at me with great satisfaction, not even worrying to retrieve the ball.

"Myyy turn," He gloated, thrusting his chest out. "Com’on, sucka!"

But he didn’t head for the vegetable garden. Nor did he hunt down fresh doggy turds. Instead, he headed for the garage. Feeling both excited and anxious, I reluctantly followed. Before I could get inside, he’d already opened his pants and was pushing them and his boxers down.

Suck his dick? Oh, this would be easy! Heck, I might even… He was turning around. His pants well below his pert ass, he reached back and grabbed double handfuls of ass cheeks again.

"Lick my asshole," He snapped.

Lick his ass-hole?!

Aww shit, this is getting way outta hand!

Spreading his cheeks wide, he bent over, pushing his ass towards me. I stared at it with all these mixed feelings. That I had to stick my tongue against his poop-chute was bad enough, but what was really freaking me out was the bulge growing in my pants. Just how sick was I?

Trey grinned at me over his shoulder, that smug look on his face.

"Com’on sucka, get started," He chuckled, wiggling his ass at me. Pausing to gain my confidence, I slowly knelt behind him. "Uh… let’s see," he taunted, "did I remember to wipe?"

I stared at his hairless hole, slightly repulsed but still couldn’t deny the growth in my pants. I mean, my damn dick was sticking up so hard, it hurt! Leaning slowly in, I edged closer to his tight hole, sniffing to see if it was clean or not. From what I could see, it looked clean, but I wasn’t convinced. Minutes passed as I stared, my dick doing flip-flops in my pants but I couldn’t bring myself to stick my tongue out.

"Com’on, Marcel, you gotta do it," Trey insisted.

Closer, closer, closer I edged, holding my breath for fear it would stink then finally, I slipped my tongue out and closed my eyes. Leaning further in, I moved even closer, allowing myself one last breath, which, to my surprise didn’t stink, then I felt my tongue make contact.

"Three times!" Trey announced, as soon as he felt my tongue on his hole. I stopped, shocked by his statement. Damn! This was out of control.

Trey’s hole was, for the most part, tasteless, except for this sort of funky taste at first. But the sensation of his wrinkled opening on my tongue combined with the taste was more exciting than I’d thought. On the second swipe, I actually started below his hole and dragged my tongue all the way up. Trey let out a surprised moan, a small shudder passing over him as my tongue glided over his semi-wet hole. My dick was pushing so hard against my boxers, I thought it would blow.

Trey spread his cheeks wider, after the second lick. Planting his feet apart, he waited for the final lick. Wedging my head between his cheeks, I probed my tongue even deeper. When it slid over his hole again, Trey hissed, then actually shook, but before we knew it, it was over.

Quickly standing, I started wiping my mouth like he’d done before, hoping he wouldn’t notice the bulge in my pants. Still bent over, he’d let go of his cheeks but didn’t stand, giving me a long, hot look at his smooth, brown ass. After a long while, he stood, quickly stuffing his dick inside his pants but as he turned to leave, I got a glimpse of the bulge in his pants. I spat on the ground, for good measure, then followed him outside.

"Whose turn?" He asked, obviously rattled.

"Um… yours," I said, glancing at his pants again. The bulge was still there but not so big.

He looked up at the basket, the ball poised to shoot but it seemed his mind was somewhere else. "Here… you go," He said, tossing the ball to me. Holding the ball, I was at a loss. I looked at him, trying to determine what was going on, then looked down, bouncing the ball a couple of times. Looking back up at the basket, I aimed, then shot, my heart stopping in my chest as it sailed. It bobbled around the rim again (I never seem to make those nothing-but-net shots) then fell into the basket. I heard Trey let out a gasp beside me, then he ran for the ball. Tossing it to me, he joined me beneath the basket as I aimed again.

The ball ran straight into the backboard, and rebounded back so hard, it traveled clear across the yard in the opposite direction. "I’ll get it," I said, jogging off. Trey stood idly beneath the basket, turning his upper body right, then left as he nibbled on his fingernail. He peered at me when I returned, his eyes darting away when I looked at him. As awkward as the moment was, I somehow still made the basket and Trey headed for the garage before I could say anything.

There was no hiding it this time, my dick was making an obvious tent in my pants as I entered. Trey was still nibbling on his finger, his head down, his right foot dabbing at a pebble on the floor. I closed the door and approached him, my heart pounding in my ears. He became extra interested in the little pebble on the floor, moving it around with the toe of his shoe. I couldn’t think.

After a long time, he finally glanced up at me, his finger still his mouth and that’s when I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. As soon as our eyes met, he looked down at the pebble again, moving it with his foot some more.

"What you wanna do?" I ventured, my heart beating so fast I could hardly speak. He glanced up at me, his eyes stopping on the tent in my pants when he looked away, silent.

"What you wanna do?" He finally asked. Hunching my shoulders, I croaked,

"I dunno? What you wanna do?"

"You won, so you have to say."

We stood there forever, listening to the sound of our labored breathing. Trey never looked up at me the whole time and I was so freaked, I thought I’d pass out. Trembling like a scared puppy, I whispered, "Take it out, then."

Trey sucked air through his teeth, shaking his head like maybe he was mad, but he unbuttoned his pants, pushing his boxers beneath his tight balls. His dick was so amazingly hard, the head looked all shiny and a drop of that clear stuff was coming from the slit. He held his head down, still pushing the pebble about with his foot. After a long while, he looked up.

"What?" He inquired, looking away.

"Take your pants off," I ordered, my voice still a whisper.

Hissing again, he rolled his eyes, as if I was making him do things he didn’t want to do but he kicked his tennis off and dropped his pants, stepping out of them. A little dizzy from all that was happening, I stared at him, shocked. My best friend was standing in my garage, his pants off and his dick sticking straight up.

"Yo’ boxers too," I added.

He didn’t protest this time, dropping his boxers and stepping out of them. I was almost beside myself with excitement now. My voice trembling again, I told him take off his shirt and socks too. He complied, standing before me completely naked, his dick doing little flip-flops as he stood.

"Take… take mine out," I said, wondering if he’d comply. He glanced up at me, nibbling on his fingernail again, then looked down at his bare feet. I listened to the thundering silence as he nibbled on his fingernail, seemingly ignoring me. But his dick was still hard and that clear stuff was kind of pooling around the head. As I stared at it, wondering what it would feel like, I noticed him moving towards me.

Sometimes, the total wonder of new things can be so powerful, you’re certain you’ll die before you can enjoy it and that’s the way I felt when he stopped in front of me and reached to open my pants. I looked down at his hands, a wet spot growing around the head of my dick as he fumbled then, he opened them and reached inside, fishing my dick out.

It sprang upward, poking from the top of my boxers, madd hard. The head was all wet with that stuff and mine was shiny too. Trey stared at it, then he started to go down... Down, down, down, until he was kneeling in front of me, his mouth right at my dick. He never took his eyes off my dick, his mouth opening, his head edging forward. When he enveloped my aching dick in his wet, warm mouth, I just lost it.

"Trey!" I yelled, trying to push him away. "It’s coming! It’s c-o-m-m-m-ing!" But Trey didn’t move and I almost screamed when my stuff shot out, right in his mouth. I grunted and groaned real loud and shook and trembled and the stuff just kept shooting out. Trey even gagged a little, pulling back to the head. Some of it spilled out of his mouth and dribbled down his chin and that just made me hotter and I shot some more.

It was shooting out so much and so hard, I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling over. Trey was swallowing, I could feel his mouth working around my dick and that made me hot too. But finally, my stuff stopped shooting and I stopped shaking. Trey pulled off me, wiping the stuff off his chin as he stood, a big smile on his face.

"Shit!" I yelped, amazed. "Damn Trey! Damn!"

Still lightheaded, I looked down, catching sight of his hard dick. My dawg had just got me off and now it was my turn to return the favor. He looked at me as I knelt in front of him, his dick bouncing and shit.

"Wait," He said, just as I opened my mouth. He stared at me for a long time, his dick right in front of my face. The heat from it was like a furnace and all the while it kept bouncing and dripping. I couldn’t figure out what he wanted but he kept staring at me, as if he was trying to decide. Then, to my shock, he slowly turned around.

Bending at the waist, he reached back and spread his butt cheeks again. The very thought of what he was suggesting made my dick stand straight up again. My hands trembling, I placed them either side of his tight hole and spread. When I pushed my face between them and licked my tongue across his hole, he let out a loud sighing moan, sort of sound. Damn! If this wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever done!

Trey moved his right hand to his dick as I licked, stroking his hard inches. I licked like a hungry kid on a lollipop, dragging my tongue back and forth across his hole. Trey moaned, his right leg trembling like a leaf in the wind. I reached between my legs and stroked my own dick, rushing to catch up.

"Oh!" Trey whooped, his asshole twitching on my tongue. "Damn!" He yelped, his whole body shaking, then I felt the muscles below his balls twitching and jumping. Trey let out a loud moan, his asshole twitching so bad, it actually opened some. My tongue slid in a half inch or so and he groaned real loud again, then I heard wet sounds plopping on the garage floor.

Leaning back, I looked between his legs and saw a waterfall of his stuff dripping onto the cold hard cement below and that’s when my own dick went off. We were both moaning and groaning then, our dicks exploding. Stuff leaped from my dick, some of it landing on his legs and some squirting between his legs and onto his toes. Trey trembled and shook, his dick still dropping that sticky white stuff, then finally he raised up on his toes and shook one last time but nothing came out.

My dick swole up a couple more times and dripped some stuff out and damn did it feel good. It was way hotter than when I did it by myself and a whole lot more. I looked up at Trey’s wet hole and felt another leap in my dick, but it had shot all its stuff too.

We stayed like that for a long time, letting out little hisses and squeezing our dicks. Trey’s toes would wiggle every time he did and my stomach would quiver, every time I did. I guess neither one of us wanted it to end but then it started hurting to keep squeezing so we stopped. Trey stood up and faced me, drops of my cum on his toes. He looked down at my dick, which really hadn’t gone down much, then up at my face with that silly smirk of his.

"My turn!" He said, reaching for his clothes.

Top

| Back to Quickies | Back to Homepage |