All work and no play can make Jack a dull and loney boy! Working day and night just to make a living hardly leaves any time for fun, folly or friends. However, it seems that I always have time for foolishness! We met late one night on the corner of Court & Elm Sts. Some folk call it the Boy Block! It was in the heat of the night, but he was sportin' sunglasses - and bopping his head to a beat that only he could hear. He leaned against the wall, spread his legs apart, and smirked.
'Sup Shawty" he said in a gruff half-whisper. I thought he looked a little bit like a slightly demented, slightly older DeMarco Majors so I smiled and said "Hey!".
Maybe I'm the one who had on blinders!
I wanted company but I knew I'd settle for sex. He just wanted a few more dollars - which I didn't have! For me, it had been a long hard day. For him, it had just been long and HARD! I was tired and funky and needed a shower. So was he! And so did he! We looked at each other and assessed the situation. Do you wanna get funky with me?
He lit up a cigarette when we got back to my apartment. I hate cigarettes but sometimes we have to make concessions, don't we? I took off my work shirt and kicked off my boots. He just layed back on the sofa and closed his eyes. I got on my knees, unfastened his belt buckle, and lifted his T-shirt over his head. I could smell the stale residue of his previous cigarettes and the faint smell of cologne on top of funk! When I pulled his pants down around his ankles, I could smell funk on top of fire!
He pulled me close to him and stuck his tongue down my throat. It was a move that caught me off guard and it made me nervous. I could only imagine where else his tongue had been that night, but wasn't I getting ready to put his dick in my mouth?
Mustache to mustache, our tongues intertwined and we were two brothers speaking in wet linguistics. With just the tip of my tongue, I licked his neck down to his nipples and expecting to taste his sweetness! Instead, I got the taste of sweat, stale cigarettes and sweet bitter love. I gently pulled off his boxers and the acrid male aroma of hot summer nights, hot ass, and smoked sausage filled my nostrils. The scent of man funk was intoxicating!
I should say that he had a "cock" the way certain bloggers I follow who are used to doing history posts think they should when they try to do sleazy man-to-man sex stories, but I grew up calling my dick a DICK! The brotha's dick was beautiful. It was about eight inches of light-brown wonder with a fat head - the kind that makes my mouth water. It was perfect in every way and just the right size for everything. Why wouldn't it be? They always are! Aren't they? I rubbed it in my face, beat it against my lips and inhaled it. I worshipped it properly and almost wanted to own it - like put it in a collection of my stuff. I wanted it to be mine when I wanted it to be.
I buried my face in his pubic hair. I licked and sucked everything everywhere with my hot mouth! I lost myself, smothered myself and almost lost my life in his crotch. At one point, I had both nuts in my mouth and didn't even know it. His 'taint was the culmination of every smell, taste and sensation that I had encountered up to this point: summer and smoke, fire and desire, ass and resignation, contempt and contentment. Guilt! Freedom! Funk! Fuck!
I had found my heaven and my hell between his thighs and we both knew it. When I tried to pull my head away, he pulled it back in.
"Just let it rest there." "I'm tired!" he said.
"I am too!" "What's your name?" I whispered.
He looked down at me and for the first time since his glasses fell off, I noticed his left eye. "I forgot my patch" he said ever so matter of factly! His one good eye looked very serious and his face looked almost sorry. "You already know my name" he said in a very low voice. I wasn't sure what he meant so I took it with a grain of salt.
"What does it matter?" "Does it really matter?" he added.
We looked at each other and assessed the situation. No, it wouldn't matter for now.
"What do I owe you?" I wanted to know.
"Don't worry about it for now" he said.
He closed his eyes and rested. I closed my eyes and rested. I hardly heard him when he told me that I'd have to pay - one day!
Where is the rest of this story?
Posted by: Brandon | April 22, 2011 at 12:19 PM
@Brandon, are you saying it reads as incomplete or it just begs for more? LOL!
Posted by: Corey | April 22, 2011 at 01:10 PM
Bravo. Short, sweet, to the point, and brilliant.
I can't say that I totally relate to everything written, but damned if I can't select a few situations and say, "been there".
The body "funk" though, as soon as I smelled it, rendezvous would have been OVA!
I always follow the Redd Foxx adage: You've Got To Wash Your Ass!
Posted by: www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=39507466 | April 22, 2011 at 02:12 PM
this...is excellent. it begs for more but is most certainly not incomplete. absolutely love it.
Posted by: JNez | April 23, 2011 at 02:22 PM
It absolutely begs for more! I told you about my rendevous with a hot young stud in a similar situation...though I must say I would never ever pay for anything lol
Posted by: Brandon | April 24, 2011 at 12:37 AM
@Brandon. I've learned not to say what I'll never do. This piece is A PIECE of FICTION - with elements of TRUTH! Hustlers have never been nor do I ever hope for them to become MY THING! However, we all PAY for something in one way or another. I built the story around the fantasy of what I saw in the photo. But I think there's a very real element of "been there done that" that so many men who have sex with men can relate to.
Posted by: Corey | April 24, 2011 at 12:52 AM
THIS IS RIGHT ON ! AND THE NATURAL MYSTIC SCENT OF A MAN, YEAH ! AMERICANS ARE SO COVER-UP-ISH AND DON *T KNOW HOW TO ENJOY LIFE. A MANS NATURAL FUNK,MUSK,OR WHATEVAH YOU WANNA CALL, IT IS WHAT MAKES THE INTERACTION THAT MUCH MORE FULLER.
Posted by: TREV | April 24, 2011 at 02:53 PM
wow! this is too familiar... great post!
Posted by: DesperateArtist | April 24, 2011 at 07:27 PM
oh my lol
Posted by: jahlaune | May 18, 2012 at 10:08 PM