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Ish has graduated from high school, and turned 18.This chapter takes place during the summer before he goes to college. ------------------------------------------ Before The Stuy Chapter 5
My half day at school was pretty uneventful for the most part. After turning in my two final research papers for grading, as well as my textbooks from the semester, I cleaned out my locker of any personal effects (A LOT of condoms). I gave the school halls one last look. The poorly lit fluorescent lights that illuminated the locker lined halls felt dimmer, as if casting a shadow on my time as a teen. No more Friday night football games, no more spring theater productions, no more school dances. It was somber; yet, I was proud of myself for surviving four years of drama, bullying, and confusion. I didn't believe that high school were the best years of my life, but they were damned sure better than they could've been.
By the time I'd made it back home, it was still early afternoon; work hours. Usually my parents would still be gone, which I was looking forward to because I wanted to take a nap. But those plans were changed once I saw my dad's car still in the driveway.
"Hey kiddo," Dad greeted me as I walked through the front door. He was sitting on the couch, still wearing his sweatpants and NY Jets t-shirt that he had on when I left in the morning.
"What are you doing home?" I asked as I set my backpack down near the stairs. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything's fine," he smiled. "Just wanted to spend the afternoon with my favorite son."
"I'm your only son," I quipped as I made my way towards the couch.
"Don't let Sean and Cory hear you say that," he laughed to himself. He wasn't wrong, considering how blended our families were. "You really like Kal, huh?" Jumping straight to the point.
"I think so," I nodded. "I can't explain it; but yea, I do."
"What do you like about him?" Dad seemed interested in knowing.
"He's really easy to talk to. His hair is beautiful. His eyes are hypnotizing. And the sex, oh my god -"
"I get it," he stopped me. "He seems to like you too. We had a really good conversation this morning."
"Oh gosh," I started to worry. "What did you do to him?" My Dad might've seemed like a regular suburban Black dude, but homie was Italian as fuck.
"Don't worry, we just talked," Dad clarified. "But he did promise to make sure to protect you, and to keep Ravi away from you. I like the guy."
"Thank goodness," I let out a sigh of relief.
"How would you feel about staying in the city this summer?" he asked.
"The city? Why?" I was confused.
"Your Mum and I talked about you staying at our apartment in Brooklyn. It'll be good for you to experience what it's like to live on your own before you go to the dorms."
"I'm only going to be in the dorms for a semester," I reminded him. "The guys already promised me that I'd get to room with Sean at the house second semester."
"That's all good, but I still want you to have some sort of independence before you go to school."
"What's the catch?" There's always a catch.
"You'll be doing some basic work around the properties while staying at the apartment," he explained. "Collecting rent, sweeping the halls, collecting our mail. Basic things while we finally take that second honeymoon we've been talking about."
"There it is," I caught him. "But that sounds too easy."
"We just want you to be prepared for adulthood," he seemed genuine.
"Will I still be allowed to see Kal?" I asked, wondering if this was the other shoe waiting to drop.
"You're 18," he placed his hand on my shoulder. "I can't tell you who you can and can't date. Besides from my understanding, he'll be in the city too."
"I'll do it," quickly accepting the offer.
"FINALLY!" I let out a huff as I dropped my backpack and duffle bag after walking into my parents' Brooklyn apartment. I still couldn't believe that the day had come. After graduating from high school and turning eighteen, my parents had finally let me go out on my own in the world. With their help, of course.
Graduation day was pretty standard. After walking across the stage and receiving my diploma, our parents threw a party for Cory and I to celebrate. Former classmates and some of Sean's fraternity brothers came, all taking advantage of the pool and grilled foods. Kal and his Mum dropped by to meet my parents and Cory's mom. Gifts and cash were piling up in the dining room, most of them were from my parents' coworkers and friends who had known us since we were kids. Of course, I managed to sneak off and suck a few loads out of some of the frat boys in my room while they snuck me a couple of beers to share with Cory. The former quarterback of my school's team dropped to his knees to give me a good send off before he left town. It was a great time, the perfect way to say "goodbye" to my high school years.
My eighteenth birthday was far more tame. Cory, Sean, and Kal took me out for dinner near the water to celebrate, before going home to watch our favorite movies. That night, for the first time ever, Cory slept in the guest room to give me and Kal some privacy, while Sean slept on the couch in the living room. The next morning we woke up to Cory making breakfast, while he and Sean teased Kal and I about how loud the sex was; Kal was almost as loud as the girls that Sean normally brings home. I was really happy that my brothers were getting along with him. While we weren't officially a couple, he'd quickly become a big part of my life.
"I really hate Manhattan traffic," Kal placed my big suitcase next to the door before closing it.
"We made it though," I tried to be optimistic, even though I was the one who drove us through the hellscape, before looking around my new home for the summer.
My parents' apartment was nothing like I'd expected. When they said that it was too small to raise a family, I pictured a tiny one bedroom place; they obviously undersold the beautiful duplex. The entrance was through the garden level of the brownstone, where we entered into the living and kitchen area that expanded the whole floor, separated by a full sized bathroom with walls sticking that divided the rooms. There were two medium sized bedrooms on the parlor level that shared another full bathroom. The garden wasn't much, but a paved over backyard with a covered wet bar and a picnic table in the middle. Above the duplex were two apartments on the 3rd and 4th floors that were rented out. I now understood why my parents never complained about having to stay here due to work.
"This place is awesome!" Kal said walking down the stairs after putting my suitcase in the front bedroom.
"I know!" I agreed. "This is gonna be a great summer!"
"Hell yeah!" he chimed as he made his way towards me. "Walking distance from my babe, close enough to the mosque, and no parents to bother us." He gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Kal had moved into one of his mother's various apartments when he started working at the Mosque where his family worshiped when they first moved to the States. In the time we'd been seeing each other he'd taught me quite a lot about Partition and how important his Muslim faith was. He also taught me how strong colorism played a role in Indian culture. I couldn't help but to constantly be surprised and amazed at how collected he seemed to be, having come from so much adversity that he dealt with. I was also shocked at how progressive his family and mosque were about him being gay.
"Speaking of," I knew he'd have to leave soon for evening prayers. "Think we have enough time to break in the couch before you go?"
"I think I can fit that in," he winked, pulling my hand to lead me into the living room.
Standing in front of the couch, he pushed me down so that I could sit while facing him. I watched as the beautiful man unbuttoned his short sleeve shirt, removing it, before quickly dropping his joggers. My dick was rock solid under my cutoffs as I stared at him only wearing white high tops and his gold chain necklace. I wanted to reach out to rub my hand along his hairy torso, but knew better than to do so when he was in charge. He was a very dominant bottom that loved making me sweat.
"Take off your shirt," he commanded as he stepped towards me. Of course I obliged, feeling him undoing my shorts as I completed my task. I lifted up to allow him to remove my cutoffs, letting my hard dick flop against my stomach as I sat back down.
He looked so beautiful as he licked from my sweaty ball sack up to the head of my dick. He repeated this teasing mechanism multiple times, causing my cock to twitch. I moaned when he finally placed his mouth over the head before swallowing all of it. His warm wet mouth bobbing up and down, creating a pool of saliva and precum on my pubes. He was an artist when it came to giving me head. I felt his tongue flicking over my piss slit every time he reached the top.
Without warning he pulled off of my dick, giving me a devilish grin. "You ready?" was all that he asked me before I nodded. With both feet planted on the couch, he lined his hole over my spit covered cock, then sat down on it. Not pausing at all. Thankfully there was still cum in his hole from when I fucked him that morning. "Fuuuck" we both moaned as his ass sat perfectly on my lap. He kissed me, wrestling our tongues, moving back and forth.
"It feels so good," he started bouncing up and down. "I love your ass," I held onto his hips as he made me his bitch. "That's all you love?" He slightly moved his body so that his left armpit was in front of my face. I didn't need to respond with words, only my tongue.
I really loved the natural scent of a sweaty man. The way that his pheromones intoxicated me were unlike any athlete or frat boy that I'd hooked up with before. Licking his hairy pit, as he ferociously bounced on my dick - screaming, made it easy to forget the world around me. Switching to his right pit, made me happy to be his bitch any time that he wanted. I love the feeling of his sweaty spit covered hairs covering my face as I rubbed my head in the stretched out crevice.
"I'm getting close," he put his arms down fucking himself harder onto me. "Me too!" I told him before he wrapped his big right hand around my neck, choking me.
We looked directly into each other's eyes as he moaned loudly. Screaming that he loved my cock, telling me that I'm a good little bitch. The intensity of the fuck was too much, I didn't know how much longer I'd last. "Bollocks!" He screamed, as his hole tightened and thick ropes of cum blasted from his piss slit. His mid-orgasm roar turned me on so much that I started blasting my nut into his hole as he kept bouncing. This was our best fuck yet.
"See you for dinner?" He asked me after having showered and dressed again.
"Of course," I kissed him on the cheek as I stood by the door in my gym shorts.
"Be sure to call your dad to let him know you made it here," he flicked my nose before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you!" His eyes widened as he heard the words coming out of his own mouth. "I - uh - err," he stammered, trying to recover. "Um, bye!" he quickly ran out the door.
He just said that he loved me, he's never said that before. Did he mean it? Don't get me wrong, I never believed that I was incapable of being loved, or loving someone else - my family made sure of that. But I'd never actually been in love before this. The guys I dated in the past were not real loves, they were -at best- infatuations that turned into toxic situations.
************ "Do you love him?" Sean asked me, after I called to tell him what happened.
"We've only been dating for a few weeks," I told him, trying to think rationally.
"So? Who cares if it's only been a few weeks? If you love him, you love him," he spoke matter of factly.
"I don't want to get hurt again."
"I'm pretty sure he knows better than to hurt you." Making it clear that he and the frat bros would make him regret it. "Did you want to say it back?"
"Yes," I admitted. "I really did, but now I'm worried that I screwed it up by not doing that."
"You have dinner plans, right?"
"Yeah, after he leaves work."
"Tell him at dinner. If he doesn't say it back, don't feel bad. He'll get there if he's serious about you."
"So I'm just supposed to wait to see if he ever loves me?" That sounded like a nonstarter for me. "Yes, you are." He stated. "You can't rush love, but you can let it guide you."
"You sound like Dad," I chuckled.
"Who do you think I learned it from?" Of course. "Give yourself time to breathe, things will work out." I stayed quiet, I knew that he was right. "Everything else okay?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I responded. "How's the house?"
"Pretty quiet, but good," he told me. "Can't complain, cuz I chose to stay here for the summer. Can't wait for you to get back though, the guys keep asking about you."
"I'm sure they'll find a fleshlight to share until I'm back in the fall," we both laughed. "Besides, it's not like you guys aren't having parties."
"Getting ready for one now."
"Of course you are," he and the boys loved a good party. "I'll leave you to it."
"I'll call you tomorrow," he sounded sincere. "Love you lil bro." I heard someone in the background ask if he was talking to me, then heard a collective "LOVE YOU ISH" from the guys.
"Love you too," I responded before hanging up.
************ When Kal and I met for dinner, we both felt very underdressed for the spot that he chose. It was a pricey restaurant in the Prospect Heights section of Flatbush Ave. Both of us were wearing jeans, a polo, and sneakers; very casual attire. Everyone else around was an adult wearing sports coats, suits, and dresses. We decided to ditch the formal dinner idea, and get hotdogs from the street while sitting on the steps of the library.
"So.. what's up?" I asked him as he ate his second turkey dog. "How was evening prayer?"
"Good," he spoke with his mouth full, then resumed eating in silence. We didn't often have silence between the two of us.
After we finished eating, he grabbed my hand as we stood up, and led me towards Prospect Park. As we walked the wide main trail, we saw a few people jogging and walking, having conversations or focusing on their workout. It was very lowkey, but a great way to spend our time together on the warm Brooklyn night.
"You ever fuck in a park?" He asked me, finally breaking the silence. I had to look around real quick to make sure that no one was close enough to hear.
"Nope, why?"
"There's rumors about guys coming here to cruise," he looked to the stars in the sky. "Wonder what that's like."
"Guess we'd have to find a spot to see," I shrugged, looking at him waiting for some kind of eye contact. I knew what cruising was, due to reading stories online, but I'd never done it. Besides, my main focus was the big ass elephant in the room... Park?
"I've passed the area before, I know where it's at," he said, finally looking in my direction. "Wanna check it out?" I shrugged, then followed him off of the main trail, down a narrow one surrounded by trees. I held onto his hand for the ten minutes that we walked through the wooded areas.
I heard things before I saw them, strong grunts and the occasional moans, tree branches snapping and leaves rustling. Figures moved fast in between the trees wearing hoods and hats to cover their faces. The further Kal led me, the more men, of all ages, that I saw standing around hoping to see something that they liked or waiting for someone to approach them. When we reached a small, but secluded, clearing we saw two different guys on their knees surrounded by dudes with hard dicks sticking out of their pants. The white dude looked about 30 years old, attractive, with his face covered in sweat and cum as he huffed some poppers. The Black dude looked closer to our age, had fresh cornrows, and a beautiful face that looked even better when he was slobbering on a cock. Kal wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder, as we watched the show in front of us. I felt his dick getting hard under his pants as mine did as well. Neither of us spoke a word as he undid my pants, and took my dick out to play with it. Kissing my neck as he rubbed my balls and teased my cockhead. I was so focused on watching the show that I didn't notice the anonymous dude who dropped to his knees in front of me until he started sucking me off. Kal's right hand was still at the base of my dick as he used his left to push the man's head down onto me. I let my body go limp as I gave into the sensation. The dude was good at what he was doing. His mouth was warm and wet, using some type of vacuum trick to suck up any spit that might've dripped. My dick felt good tingles as I heard him huff some poppers before he forced me down his throat. No gagging, just allowing Kal to push his head down repeatedly.
When I saw the Black dude that was giving head to the others bend over, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "I gotta fuck you," I whispered into Kal's ear as I leaned back. He pushed the dude's head all the way down my dick once more, then pushed him off of me. Turning around to lean against a tree, Kal pulled his pants down to his knees then lubed himself with his own spit. I held onto my pants as I shuffled my way to him, spit on my dick, then lined up with his hole. The first push had a bit of resistance, but Kal pushed back until half of it was in him, letting out a groan. I knew I should've let him get used to it, but I needed his hole to make me nut. I started pulling out a bit, then pushed back in, repeating it slowly at first. I heard his whimpers, but they soon turned into moans of pleasure. I picked up my pace, holding onto both sides of his hips, as I fucked myself further into him. I knew he wanted my dick, and I was gonna give it to him. I slammed him into the tree repeatedly as I fucked him, both of our knees buckling. Soon there was a crowd of men watching me use him. "OOO FUCK!" he cooed before his hole started to clench on my dick, tightening and releasing several times, letting me know that I'd just made him cum. Feeling this, I slammed into him one more time before my nut started shooting into his hole. I stood still as it kept shooting, then fucked it into him. He tightened his snatch as I pulled out, then quickly spun around on his knees to start licking my sensitive cockhead. He was being a true sub at this moment, a nasty slut, and I loved it. I loved him.
When he zipped up my pants, he have me a sloppy kiss letting me taste his hole and my nut, before dressing himself and leading me away from the fuck den of Prospect Park. I later saw a wet spot in his pants from when I made him cum; that made me proud of myself.
"You gonna say something?!" I asked him as we walked along the north side of Eastern Parkway. He still hadn't said anything about the L word that he used earlier in the day. It was now 11:30pm, a new day was about to be here!
"What's there to say?" He held my hand, shrugging. Neither of us wanting to pay attention to the occasional stares we were getting.
"Nigga! You told me that you loved me, and bolted!" I laid it out plainly. "The fuck was that?!"
"I don't wanna talk about it," he looked forward.
"We're talking about it," I said matter of factly. "Cuz I love you, and need to know if you love me too!"
"But it's barely been a month! I just started this summer job. Your dad and brothers will kill me if I say it then take it back. Even though I kinda already said it, and don't wanna take it back. But.. what if I break your heart? What if you break mine?! Fuck! It's only been a month!" He rambled very fast, I'm surprised he was able to breathe. I'd never seen him like this, this vulnerable; it only made me even more attracted to him.
"Listen," I pulled him to one of the benches to sit with me. "I just told you that I loved you, and you're worried that bad things could happen. Stop. Take a deep breath." He did three deep inhales and exhales with me. "Now listen to my voice. Fuck everything else right now. Just know that I love you. That's all."
"I love you too," he spoke softly, then pulled me in for a hug.
It was only my first day of living in Brooklyn for the summer!
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