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------------------------------------------ Feel free to check out the spin-off/prequel of Ish's adventures in "Before The Stuy" in the College category! ------------------------------------------ Back to the Stuy Chapter 7
"So what's the deal with Micah?" My cousin, Tony, asked me as he sat across the table with his arms crossed.
Tony wasn't my first choice of people to talk to when it comes to my dating life. He wasn't exactly the easiest guy when it came to discussing feelings, he only believed in getting results. We met when we were seven years old at a party for our dads' softball team; at the time I was still living in Jersey, so we became friends who played Tag once a month. After a while our mothers' friendship grew "very close", so we started seeing each other more frequently as the two housewives spent more time baking together than just seeing each other at the monthly softball games that our dads played. Around the time we entered 6th grade, we played "Show Me Yours". That didn't last long because my Mum soon went back to work, and had less time for traveling to the city to hang out. By that time we had already been calling each other "cousin", and people who didn't know us believed it.
While both of my parents were Black, his mom was white and his dad was Black, he was mixed. But unlike me, he experienced more racism growing up. While I was living in the suburbs, he lived in the middle of Bensonhurst with working class white Italian Americans. He was only one of ten Black people in his whole school; he knew what a "mulignan" was before he was five years old. He became a street tough dude, the kind that could only be found in Brooklyn. He was the type that usually wore a fitted cap, with a white tank top, loose sagging jeans that showed a bit of his designer boxers that covered his plump ass, brand new Jordans, and a gold chain with matching diamond earrings. The dude exuded swagger with the attitude of not caring who knew he was gay, but would curb stomp a nigga for calling him a "faggot". That's why I was surprised when he invited me to happy hour "wanting to talk".
"What do you mean?" I wanted clarification.
"He seemed hostile at the party, but nobody did anything to him," I noticed it too. After everyone had fucked me, he was the only one who didn't join in on the drinking games and various conversations. "Yall good?"
"I'ma be real," I started. "I think he's mad that Kal is around. He hasn't said anything, but I feel it."
"The nigga was only talkin' to you and Davit!" he said. "He ain't say shit?"
"Nothing," I told him. "Even the next morning, he left before breakfast."
"Why he mad about Kal? I thought yall had an agreement?" His accent was so strong, the perfect mix of Brooklyn Italian and hood that felt comforting enough to let me drop my "safe for work" persona.
"I think he's afraid I'ma drop him. But like, the nigga knows he's bae! He's got to!" I know he wasn't my "boyfriend", but we had a good thing going.
"You say that, but my dude," he took a sip of his beer. "Your ex fiancee from five years ago popped up at the party. You walked in with the nigga! I can't blame homie for feeling some type of way. I would too."
"You'd have to date someone to actually feel some type of way sir!" I glared at him.
"Aye, I date!"
"Since when?" he started to respond, but I cut him off. "And you can't say Rico!" I knew he'd try to respond with the name of his high school sweetheart from almost a decade ago.
"We go on dates sometimes," he took another sip of his beer.
"Fucking in your mother's basement whenever his boyfriend dumps him is not dating," I rolled my eyes. "You're better than that."
"I be gettin' bitches," he puffed his chest. "Just none of `em keep me interested. Not like Tristan," he licked his lips then looked to the side.
"You can't be serious," my eyes widened. "I thought you said my friends were too `out there' for you."
"The nigga wears booty shorts!"
"So? That's how he likes to express himself. Don't look down on him. That's not gonna get you anywhere," I crossed my arms.
"My bad. You right. It's just.." he paused. "It's a lot. They don't do that where I come from."
"And yet, I've met more bottoms in Bensonhurst than anywhere else in Brooklyn. Even Williamsburg!"
"You gonna hook me up or nah?"
"I'll do it," I raised my drink. "But like, do better my G." We clinked glasses.
"Now back to you," he pivoted the subject. "Who's dick was better? Kal or Micah? Cuz them niggas was packin'!" This is why we're friends.
"Yo! They was goin' in!" I responded. "Micah was fuckin' like he was pumpin' at the gym or some shit!" I'm glad we were at a gay bar. "And ol' Kal was over there on some Lionel Richie type shit!"
"I'm dead!" He cracked up. "You really had them niggas all worked up over yo skinny ass!"
"Not my fault them dudes get sprung!" I laughed at myself and the situation.
"I get it though, that pussy was A1," he stated plainly. "I know how them dudes get. Had to fight off a few back in the day."
"That's why I don't know what to do," I let out. "Kal just got back to the city, and I think it's for good. And... I want to see if we can fit into these new lives that we have. And part of that life is Micah. And I don't think Micah can handle that."
"You gotta talk to him," he made it clear. "Talk to both of `em. Tell them how you feel, and see what's up. And let that be it. No Muss, No Fuss." He had to add his dad's catchphrase.
"You're right," I agreed, albeit surprised at how well he laid it out. "I'll do it."
"Now that that's settled," he placed both hands on the table. "Is we fucken here, or at the crib?" He already knew the answer to that question.
We'd fucked in the bathroom of this bar so many times that the bartenders knew to specifically only let one of us go to the restroom at a time. We HAD to go to his mom's basement because it's the only place in Bensonhurst I'd still be willing to fuck without risking getting arrested (I don't do well with pastel colors).
We wasted no time with foreplay once the outside door to the basement was closed. I removed my tie and button down, and threw my slacks off onto the pile where he'd thrown his clothes. We were only wearing our sneakers, me in my classic black and white Chucks and him in his Jordans. He threw me onto the bed, then got in between my legs to suck my dick. He licked from my balls to my tip then back down, repeatedly before swallowing it whole. His mouth was extremely wet with saliva, as it kept dribbling down. I watched as he used one hand on my shaft, while twisting his mouth around the head. I loved being able to just lay back as he worked his magic. I felt his tongue flick on the underside of my shaft, causing my body to shudder. After a while I had to stop him. I didn't want to cum before he fucked me. I pushed him off my dick, then looked into his eyes. His face was covered with spit and precum. "Fuck me now!" I demanded.
Tony pushed my legs open as I grabbed the lube from the nightstand. I squirted some into my hand and rubbed it onto his rock solid dick as he licked my left pit. Neither one of us were wearing deodorant and were worked up by the combined smell of our musks. As he kept rubbing his head and tongue through my pit, I lined his extremely thick 5.5 inch chode with my hole then wrapped my legs around his hips to pull him into me.
Tony and I never did calm or passionate fucks, this was simply us both trying to get a nut. He straightened his body, looked down at me while holding my legs, and pushed his chode as far as it could go. "Fuuuck!" I moaned out as he stretched me. His dick was one of the few that still had the ability to test my walls like I was still a virgin. It was literally the size of a beer can! Thick as fuck, with veins that could be felt with every thrust! It didn't take long for my cunt to start creaming as he kept fucking me. "This pussy is on point today!" He told me mid thrust. His face looked as though he was concentrating on his rhythm, with sweat dripping down his forehead. I had to grab onto the sheets as he got rougher, spreading my legs further. "You like dat dick, cuz?!" He asked, slapping my face. "Hell yeah! Gimme that dick nigga!" I barked at him. This turned him on, he pushed my legs together, with my knees over my chest and my sneaker covered feet on his chest, he spit on my face and pushed in hard. I screamed as he hit my prostate with force. My cunt then queefed loudly, from being loosened like this. "Yeah! Make it talk boy!" he admired his work before slot fucking me with more force. He repeatedly called me a good bitch and spit on my face some more. The aggression and strength this dude had threw me over the edge, as I felt my dick shoot my cum onto my stomach. "Oh shit! I made you nut?!" He was feeling my hole tighten up around his cock, he slapped my face once more, then three HARD deliberate thrust before finally dropping his load into me. "Yeah nigga! Take that nut!" He huffed out as he fucked his cum into me.
When he pulled out, I instantly got on my knees and licked his humongous chode clean. He had one rule when topping: clean the top's dick - to say "thank you". And I was always thankful when he fucked me! I felt my gaping hole and weakened legs quiver as I attempted to suck on his engorged dickhead, there was so much nut and cream in his foreskin.
"Let me know how it goes with Micah and Kal," Tony said to me as he stood in front of his dresser adjusting his durag. I had almost finished getting dressed to go home, and he put on a pair of baggy gym shorts that sagged under his boxers.
"Yeah, yeah," I knew his deal. "I'll let you know what Tristan says."
"That's why you da GOAT," he laughed.
"I truly hate you," I shook my head.
"But dat pussy love me," he licked his lips.
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