A LITTLE EXTRA ON THE HUSTLE
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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It was too narrow a space for a real basketball game, but great for one-on-one or two-on-two, a concrete space some thirty feet wide by a hundred feet long, and holding two basketball hoops. Clarence was making some easy layups close to sundown one evening when he caught the high sign from Levon and Tyrell. A new guy was heading onto the courts, a basketball dribbling lazily from his hand. Clarence began to put on the sparkle while his friends grew clumsier, missing shots and bickering about their game.
The new guy looked around and came over to Clarence. "Hey, man, you up for a little one-on-one?" he asked. Damn, he was a nice-looking stud, muscled but not muscle-bound, with the broad arms and wide chest that boasted of weights studiously lifted...or boxes at a warehouse lifted equally assiduously. His face was proudly African-American, with strong, wide lips, a broad flaring nose, and his head shaved bare. His chest under the tank-top bore a thick patch of "O's" of chest hair, and Clarence longed to run his tongue through that mesh, try to uncurl those beautiful black circles on that deeply brown, smooth, shining skin...but business was first.
"Sure." Clarence said and, just to show off, lobbed his own basketball toward the trash can nearby used for such things. His ball made along, easy arc over a hundred feet and hit the round bin's bottom without touching a bit of rim.
"Nice move." the new guy said, smiling and showing perfect teeth like rows of pearls about a fashion model's neck, ideally arranged and neat.
"How well can you move?" Clarence asked.
"Let me warm up and I'll show you." the guy said. Clarence stepped back and the guy ran in and did a forward layup, got his ball before it hit the ground, then dribbled, turned around and sank it again with his back turned. Yeah, a real hotdogger.
"Man, you fouled me!" Levon griped at Tyrell.
"So keep your feet out of my jump zone." Tyrell responded. "You made me miss."
"Shit, you been missing all morning."
"You ain't doing much better." Tyrell said and sank his next one, clumsily, it bounced off the rim and nearly rolled out, then went in.
Clarence sidled over to where the new guy was doing a cross-dribble. "When you warm up, what say we pluck that pair of pigeons?"
"Are they game?" the guy asked.
"They think they got game." Clarence affirmed.
"Best kind." the guy answered. "Name's Reese." And he shoved out a huge paw of a hand.
"Clarence." Clarence said and took it. Damn, this big, black stud was muscled, his fingers hurt from that careless squeeze. He didn't wince, but it was an effort. He set out to sparkle more as they began to play.
Levon and Tyrell were scuffling now, no real contact, but it was threatening to be, Tyrell was trying to take the ball from Levon and Levon was holding the ball far longer than game rules allowed.
"Man, come on, are you playing or are you staying?" Tyrell complained, standing still.
"Get out of my face." Levon said.
"Hey, hey!" Clarence interrupted them. "You two want to break it up?" He waited for them to look at him and added, "Maybe a little two-on-two?"
Tyrell and Levon were cousins, but they didn't resemble each other very much. Tyrell was taller, thinner and darker than Levon. The muscles on Tyrell's body were long, lean ones, which made him surprisingly lithe and fast. Levon was compact, even his head was flatter and squarer. But his body moved with a sweet harmony of its own, and more than made up in agility what he lacked in height, and he could jump high enough to block a man taller than one would think. Levon could slam-dunk better than anyone Clarence knew, in fact!
And they really could do the hustle, looking eager and just a bit naive. Clarence wanted to grin, these two could sink a basket from a hundred feet away blindfolded, and knew every move in the book. But now, they looked like two young cocksure punks who needed to be taken down a few notches.
"How much?"
"Twenty dollars." Clarence said, before they could say something to ruin it. The game had to seem friendly, no big money changing hands. Tyrell and Levon tended to want to put up big money right off the bat.
Done, the game began, and Clarence and Reese landed two baskets easy, one, retrieve, lob, run-up, layup and two. That was a part of the game. Next go-round, as Clarence was setting up to take a shot, Tyrell fouled him. Clarence was expecting it, but it hurt just the same. He landed hard and Tyrell snaffled the ball and lobbed it to Levon who sank it...still not looking like experts.
"Hey, watch it!" Clarence said.
"Personal foul!" Reese declared. "Two freeshots!"
"Man, maybe they play that where you come from!" Tyrell said. "If you can't take the shame, don't play the game!"
"Basketball is not a contact sport!" Reese said, rightfully angry.
"He's right." Clarence said gently.
"Man, we play by street rules." Levon said. "You sink it, you wink it. If you don't, you won't."
"I'm not continuing play under these rules." Reese declared.
"Now, man." Levon moved in for the kill. "I know Tyrell can be a pain, but we got some money riding here. I think with a little more juice, we can convince him to be a gentleman."
"How much?" Reese was furious, basketball was sacred, damn it! You didn't make personal contact if you couldn't avoid it, especially on a man about to lob a shot. You could block him, you couldn't tackle!
"How about a hundred each?" Levon said.
"Done...but let's see your money." Reese said.
"Let's see yours." Levon said. "Latisha! Come hold the money, honey!"
"Okay!" Latisha, a young girl of about eight years old, dropped her jumprope and came over. Holding bet money was an honor and a privilege, so her dark little face beamed with pride.
"Come on, pony up." Levon said to Clarence.
"Man, I don't have money on me. I didn't come here today to gamble, this has just happened." Clarence said. He turned to Reese. "Man, can you spot me that much? We can take these two, you know we can."
No man ever bets his whole wad; Reese had it, you could tell by his face, but he wasn't thrilled about loaning it to a stranger, either. "I don't know." Reese said doubtfully.
"Man, I'm not putting my cash up for a lip ticket." Tyrell said firmly.
"My word is good!" Clarence said firmly.
"Your word is shit!" Tyrell said.
Clarence looked at Reese. "Man, I can taste that money." he said slowly.
"You can taste this!" Tyrell said, hand on his crotch, waggling it in the loose shorts. "That's the kind of lip ticket I can cash for you."
Clarence let them see him stare at Tyrell's hand, at the monstrous bulge it cradled inside the cloth, let them see him lick his lips. "I can taste that money." he said again, softly.
"We know the way you swing." Levon said. "And maybe your new friend here would be willing to make a sporting proposition."
"What is it?"
"One hundred fifty of yours against two hundred of ours. You spot my man Clarence the fifty, and if you two lose, Clarence here gives us all three a little lip service at the end of the game."
"Man, I don't do that shit!" Clarence said.
"Sure you do. Everyone in the projects knows it." Tyrell said back at him. "I been wondering how it would feel to have a brother working on this love machine."
"How about it?" Levon said to Reese. "You win, you get your hundred. You lose, you lose an extra fifty, but you get a ride on Clarence's mouth express."
Clarence looked at Reese. "Man, we can take them." he said to Reese. We ain't going to lose, you know that. Come on, man, pony up fifty and if we lose, I'll give you the best blow job you ever dreamed of."
Reese seemed to be considering the merits of losing, then he said with firm decision. "Deal." He opened his wallet and Clarence groaned when he saw inside. Reese could have paid a thousand out of that stash, easy. Reese added a crisp, new fifty-dollar bill to Latisha's grimy hands and said, "Now, you stand where we can see you, honey."
"Over by the basket." Levon said. "Good girl."
Latisha strutted away, proudly holding $350.00 in her little hands like it was diamonds.
"Man, you shouldn't talk like that around a little girl." Clarence said.
"You talked it, too." Tyrell said. "'Best blowjob you ever dreamed of.'" He chuckled derisively.
"I ain't sucking nobody, because we're going to whup your ass now!" Clarence said. And to Reese. "Let's go!" And they sprang into play with a whoop of cameraderie!
But Tyrell and Levon were now magically better players. And Clarence tried to keep it from showing that he was now playing worse. He just missed shots and unintentionally blocked Reese from a sure shot once.
Reese was properly furious when they were done, he could tell he'd been conned.
"That's game!" Tyrell said when he sank the last basket. "Good thing. I can hardly see where I'm shooting now."
"Care to go for double-or-nothing tomorrow?" Levon offered. "We'll spot you three points."
"No, I can tell when I've been had." Reese said, scowling. "The oldest damned game in the projects, and I went for it." And he looked at Clarence. "You were in on it!"
Clarence blanched, not entirely acting. This was a tough-looking mother they'd chosen for their pigeon. "Not me! You forget what I bet here?"
"Yeah." Reese said, and then it sunk in. "Yeah!" And it wasn't a nice grin on his face. He was angry, and he could get a little of it back now, on his teammate!
"Latisha, honey, you come give Uncle Levon the money and then go in and tell your Mommy to bathe you and get you all dressed up, 'cause we're all going out for dinner tonight." Levon said. He looked over at Clarence. "Right after we collect the rest of that bet."
"Hey, let's go inside, then." Clarence said. "We can use my room."
"Why?" Tyrell said, hitching at his manhood again. Damned, the guy had a big sausage in there! You could see it, even with the fucking bad lights here. The two overhead lights were both shot out and the city hadn't bothered replacing it, the entire gaming court had taken on a dusky, surreal feeling to it. They were alone for now, later on drug addicts and their connections would show up using this place for their trades. A police car would visit frequently, and score some busts once or twice a week. But that was all later on tonight. For now, they had the place to themselves.
"Yeah, why?" Levon said.
"Yeah." Reese said. Now it was like three of them against him. Reese was mad at him for blowing the game, mad at Tyrell and Levon for scamming him (but nobody was allowed to be mad about being taken in, not officially, anyway), and only one way to take it out. On Clarence.
"All right, guys." Clarence said slowly. "One at a time, and you other two keep an eye out. I don't want to get busted for sucking cock in public."
"Who's first?" Tyrell asked.
"We'll let this guy have the first fun." Levon said. "Only fair, seeing as how he's paying for all this."
"Yeah, I'm first." Reese said in low tones, and his hand came up to his shorts. They were proper store-bought shorts, and looked expensive. But the t-shirt was off-the-rack, white ribbed cotton.
Clarence knelt on the concrete, feeling the dust and grime and sand gritting on his knees. Lord, he had to love this, looking up at a big, strong black man pulling out his cock. Just like this, no romantic talk, no baby-pleases, just here it is, suck it! He wet his lips, looked up, eyes wide, feeling like a puppy before his master.
"Here it is." Reese growled. "Suck it!" He waggled his dong in front of Clarence's face and a whiff of sheer, hot, sweaty, male raunch hit his nostrils. Clarence groaned, his mouth watered of itself, and he stuck out a tongue moistened and nearly drooling, a droplet of saliva dangling from the tip, presenting it like a carpet to be walked upon.
Reese laid his long hard dong on that tongue-carpet, and the flavor of sweaty prick was hot and rancid on Clarence's tongue. He curled the edges of his tongue up, to wrap it around that cock like a bun wraps a hot dog, nestling it between, and he pulled himself by his tongue onto that prick, feeling it slide into his mouth like a loaf of bread into the baker's oven, where he'd worked once.
"Mmh, yeah." Reese said and his big paw, that big hand which could hold a basketball all by itself, came out and Clarence watched it curl around his head like a five-headed snake, and pulled him forward. That big cockhead kissed the back of his mouth, caught, buckled, dove downwards! Gah, uh, gah, he was stuffed full of hard black cock! Shit, yeah, a brother's dick, better than any white boy he'd ever had! It was thick and raunchy and pulsed like a black snake inside his mouth, Clarence could feel it crawling over his tongue as it was wormed inside him deeper, he just held his mouth open and his throat loose and let Reese shove that long warm dong into him, deeper, deeper!
Reese buried most of it before he stopped, and he hunched then, angrily, sliding his cock back and forth inside Clarence's throat, so deep he couldn't really taste it, so deep his whole world was black cock, his eyesight was filled with horny, sweating, black men, three pairs of eyes staring down at him and him up at them, helpless and impaled upon a black column of manhood!
"Uh, shit, man, you're a pro!" Reese groaned. "Better at this than you are at basketball! Shit, uh!" Reese hunched at him again, and then began to withdraw that thick dong. A good thing, Clarence felt faint, he had been unable to breath. Now he savored a slight sip of air as Reese freed his air passageway, his nostrils took in sustenance, and then Reese shoved into him again and then pulled out, and the air from his lungs followed it, blowing out, and then Reese crammed the dong into him again and he was again blocked. In this way, a little at a time, he breathed, he endured, he relished the feel of sucking a heavy black dong attached to a powerful black man, strong and healthy...and with money, too! This would be a man worth knowing, one way or another.
Clarence brought his lips into play as Reese continued to plunge-fuck his face, long deep strokes, Clarence milked at it as it pulled out, released to permit it to surge into him and gripped to pull it as it released him once again.
Reese's hands grabbed his head and Reese began to hunch with his powerful thighs into Clarence's mouth, the strong, sturdy legs were driving that dick into him, Clarence milked at it harder as he did, God, yes, suck this strong black cock, suck it dry, suck it into him, more, more, more!
"Uh, uh, GUH-HENNKKHHH!" Reese growled and a hot flood of jizz poured into Clarence's mouth and throat. He tasted it, loved it, hot and salty and musky and slimy and rich and sweet, God, sweet, he loved it, he wanted more, more, more, more! More, as the hot juice poured down his throat, more, as the heavy load backed up and spilled into his mouth, more, more, as the load became too much, as a dribble of it slipped from the sides of his mouth, more, more, more!
"More!" Clarence murmured as Reese finished, pulled out of him. "More, more!" he muttered. "God, more!"
"Yeah, more!" Tyrell said. "Me, now. More hot come for our little neighborhood cocksucker!"
"Yeah, more!" Clarence begged shamelessly, licking his lips to get that dribble back, rescue it before it got away, swallowed hard to save it all before Tyrell could shove that equally hard, thick black cock into him.
Tyrell was a bit thinner but longer than Reese, it was a cock Clarence had sucked a score of times before. He was always amazed at how hot that cock was, how it nearly seared his tongue. It did so now, a hot slab of meat lay on his tongue and surged against his lips, the fat heavy foreskin bunching up at his lips while the cockhead quested about to find admittance deeper within him.
Tyrell liked it hard and fast, Clarence knew that, he got so damned hot when he was having sex, he just wanted to get off, and right away. Knowing that, he began to hunch rapidly at Tyrell's cock, his lips burned with the heat of that cock, burned with the friction of his fast movements, burned, burned!
"Oh, yeah, yeah, you do that so good!" Tyrell moaned. "Shit yeah, faster, faster, shit, suck it faster!"
Clarence sucked him faster, God, it was so easy to suck Tyrell fast, his cock was so thin, so limber and agile it just slid into his mouth so easily. Tyrell didn't need or want deep-throat, but still Clarence's tonsils took a beating from the jabbing of that hot cockhead against the back of his mouth. Faster, faster, he sucked, come on, Tyrell, give me that super-hot jizz, I want it, man, I want it all, all!
"Uh, uh, guh, uh, Nnnnnnh!" Tyrell moaned and his teeth clenched as if he were afraid to vent his pleasure. Then he gurgled, deep in his throat and Clarence braced himself, for this horny fucker was about to come, and when he did, he came rough!
This was no exception. Tyrell lost all semblance of gentleness. Where Reese had been an animal in his heat, Tyrell was a monster, he forgot Clarence was anything but a warm hole he was fucking, he bucked and thrashed and crammed it in hard and Clarence couldn't breathe with any impunity, he coughed and gurgled as that hard, hot rod squirted jizz deep in his throat and he got it in his lungs, snorted and gagged, and still Tyrell shot his load, ramming, cramming, jabbing that cock into him, it hurt, damn it, it hurt! Shit!
"Uh, huh, uh, uh, guh-huh!" Tyrell finished and held onto Clarence's head while he caught his breath, panting and heaving above him, sweat falling from his face like droplets of hot, stinging rain onto Clarence's neck and shoulders.
"Get off him, damn it, I'm about to burst!" Levon said, jerking Tyrell away after a time.
Clarence looked up, semi-dazed, vision blurred, as Levon stood before him. After the two tall studs, it was almost like an insult to have this little man in front of him demanding service. Who did he think he was?
Levon's cock was stuck at his mouth, and Clarence remembered now. God, what a thick cock, nice and thick, not very long, but wide, fat. Levon was ludicrously lucky in this one respect, he had a massive, uncut dong that was like trying to shove a Coke bottle down your throat. Or a Coke can, once you got your mouth around it, the battle was mostly won, for it couldn't go any further, really.
Five inches of length, and probably that much or more around, the cockhead was broad and thin in proportion. It fit his mouth like a row of fingers curled into a semi-fist, all being crammed into his mouth at once. His lips stretched to take it, he had done this before, it was doable, but damn, it was an effort. His jaws threatened to pop out of their joints as he got that huge pud inside, and keeping his teeth from scraping it was nearly impossible.
"Come on, suck it!" Levon groaned. He stood still, he expected service, full service, while he stood there and enjoyed. With this big a dong, that was probably a good idea. Clarence brought his tongue into play, waggling it along the base and bottom of that pulsing cock, while his lips wabbled back and forth. He couldn't do any real back-and-forth, so he had to do a rippling motion, play with it, tease it, taunt it.
"Mmn-hmm!" Levon moaned, standing with one leg straight and one bent, almost at ease here, one hand resting on Clarence's head, not holding him, just propped there like he was a stick of furniture. Clarence nursed and tendered this cock as well as he could, it was an effort after a time, but Levon was patient, even, waiting for his pleasure, and Clarence brought it out of him a little at a time, Levon's only response was to throw his head back and moan, almost a humming sound, closed eyes, loving the attention, receiving, giving nothing in return.
Finally, Levon gave him a few perfunctory moans and hunched a bit with his hips, and that thick dong seethed with his jizz, that was the right word, it didn't fly from his cock, it just bubbled out, as if it were coming from all around that massive cockhead rather than from its central slit, it was like a wall of come pouring into his mouth like thick syrup out of a jar, like molten lava as it creeps down the mountain, this thick jizz poured onto his tongue and rolled over it, massive and unforgiving, swallowing it was like swallowing a peach pit, hard, roundish, ovalish, to be borne and gotten over rather than relished.
Done, Levon wasn't even panting very hard, he stepped back and shifted up his pants, and said, "See you around, Clarence."
"Hey, can you take me with you to supper?" Clarence asked. He really was broke, a lone can of Spaghetti-O's in his cupboard and a couple of heels of bread, that was it.
Levon looked annoyed...Clarence wasn't supposed to be seen with them in public, it was part of their hustle that he was a semi-stranger...and said, "Sorry, it's family only."
"Well...loan me a few bucks until payday." Clarence said. That was a lie, he wasn't working right now, and fifty bucks of Reese's money was his, damn it, and he needed it!
"Sorry, later." Levon took off, Tyrell with him. After all, Levon had all the money.
"Shit!" Clarence said. Looked like Spaghetti-O's and bread was it.
"I'll take you to dinner." Reese said. "On me."
Not like a pigeon to be thankful after being plucked. But hell, what were his choices.
"Hey, thanks." he said.
"Don't mention it." Reese said. "I got plenty of dough on me, that couple of bucks didn't hurt me none. Just tell me, was all this part of the hustle?"
"All of what?"
"You sucking." Reese said. "Hell, that was what convinced me it wasn't a hustle, that bit of on-the-side action. You'd never had sucked that extra fifty out of me if it hadn't been for that deal!"
Clarence smiled. "Levon calls it "a little extra on the hustle." he admitted. "It works real well. Though I didn't appreciate the public action."
"Why do you do it, then? How about that chicken place?" Reese suggested.
"Great!" Clarence said. Then, "Hell, I need the money. Got no job and going to be thrown out of my room the end of the month unless I come up with some fast."
"You can come work with me." Reese offered. "A warehouse, hard work but the pay is good."
"You need hands?" Clarence asked.
"Sure." Reese said. "Especially one with a little extra on the hustle. I could get very used to that little extra as a job benefit."
Clarence smiled. "Sounds good to me."
THE END
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