Ever since football practice started in July I had thought Hakim was the greatest looking guy at Mission High, but he'd never even talked to me. He had big and pillowy lips, deep chocolate skin, beefy and thick thighs, and the biggest pair of muscled pecs on a guy I'd ever seen. What was really amazing about this guy was his hair. He kept his head shaved, but he kept a full beard and had a lot of chest hair. I mean, the guy was only 17! Not that I spent much time looking at him. Naw, I had a girlfriend with big ole tits and another girl from the Catholic school who used to suck my cock, but I admit I always liked a well-built guy, especially if he was African-American. Truth is, I couldn't keep my eyes off this 6'3" 205# package of manmeat in the locker room after practice.
I guess I should fill you in on myself. I'm 5'11", weigh 175, and am pretty proud of my physique myself. I have blue eyes and black hair, a smooth, well-developed chest and defined arms and shoulders. But my lower body is what turns heads. I work hard to keep my legs strong, and yet it's my ass that separates me from the other white guys. Even as a 10-year-old I remember my dad saying how big my butt was to the tailor one day when I was getting for a suit down at Macy's. I do squats every day, just to keep things tight. Mission is right near the gay part of town, so I was always getting lots of looks. Once in a while when I was stressed I'd even get on the Muni-Metro just to let all the guys grab my ass.
Hakim plays defense and I'm quarterback and so I didn't believe it when he called last Monday. "Yo, Aaron, it's Hakim McHugh. Look," he says, "my dad's riding my ass `bout Spanish, so you wanna hook me up?"
What the fuck? I'm thinking, picturing his 8-pack abs. Then, like a fucking genius, I remember my Spanish teacher had put my name out for tutoring. "Oh, you mean tutoring! Oh, yeah," I says, " When you wanna do this?"
So then he's like, "I live at 262 Palou, so get your bubble azz up here by 8:00, aiight."
"Okay," I say, "whatever," and I hang up. Yeah, right "whatever," I'm thinking. More like, whatevathefuckuwant, Hakim!
Right away, I jump in the shower and I start thinking about what he said about my bubble azz. Was he thinking what I was thinking? So I start thinking about his creamy cocoa eyes and hella big arms and I get this raging hard-on and pretty soon I got my soaped up finger halfway up my ass. Hmmm, I'd never done that before, but it felt pretty sweet. As soon as I'm dried off, though, the phone rings and it's Sarah, the girl who thinks I'm her boyfriend. Stupid female just won't get a clue; I mean, I let her suck my dick sometimes and she thinks she owns me. I was supposed to pick her up 45 minutes ago, so I make up some bullshit excuse, tell her never to call me again, and, throw on my white spandex shorts that are way too tight and my white t-shirt.
I get on the bus and it's hot and it's rush hour. Sure enough, all eyes on the bus are all over me, men and women. The bus is packed and I end up standing in the back which is fine with me. There's this latino guy I recognize on the other side of the bus who's eyeing me. I noticed him because he always wears these loose pants and once when I was standing over him I noticed he was looking at me and grabbing his balls. He's twenty-five or so, balding, and sexy as hell. Usually he's with his wife and daughter, but I see he's alone today. Soon enough, he starts playing with his dick through his jeans. Fuck, I'm thinking, I don't need an engraved invite so I go over and stand in front of his seat. Within ten seconds, I'm not lying, Carlos - I just think of him as Carlos, I could give a fuck what his name is - has his hand all over my ass. I didn't expect it so quick, so I let out this grunt and the woman in front of me turns around and it's Carlos' wife and daughter. Damn, this guy has balls. Meanwhile, the guy's been moaning and rubbing my legs and reaching around to my balls. All of a sudden I was really happy that I'd worn not only these easy-access shorts but an extra-long t-shirt because I feel a draft up the crack of my ass. This crazy Mexican sonofabitch has my shorts almost all the way down to mid-thigh! Next, I hear him suck his finger and he starts sticking his finger up in me. Damn, this guy knows what he was doing! Suddenly, I notice his wife gets up and grabs the little girl's hand and turns around. Obviously this is their stop, and my man doesn't even pull his finger out; in Spanish, he makes up some excuse about needing cigarettes down the street. Lucky for us he's got this old sleeping couple next us so we're practically alone. I notice he's got his dick out and he's jacking off and within a couple minutes he pulls his finger out and I feel some of his cum hit my ass. Then, I hear him zip up and he's out the door.
I'm still moist in the ass and in complete disbelief as get off the bus at the next stop. I'm gonna practically live on the 15-Geneva from now on. It had been two years, when Father Putnam got transferred from St. Vincent's, since my ass had gotten that kind of attention. Thank God I'm wearing the long t-shirt otherwise everyone on the still-full bus would see my hardon going down my leg and know. (Probably, they already knew; everyone's so blase in the city about man-on-man sex.) It was only a three block walk up a hill, so my dick hadn't gotten soft by the time I got to Hakim's.
As soon as the door opens I get a whiff of weed and I see this stud is wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. "Dayum, boyeee," he yells loud enough for the neighbors to hear, "howmi s'posed to study when you all like that?" Shit, I think, maybe these shorts were a mistake. But then he gently grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. He let out a low whistle, and murmurred,"Mmm, mmm, mmm!"
"Shut up buddy," I respond, "look how you're dressed! Besides, do you usually smoke while you study."
"Here," he said as he passed me the joint, "let a brother see how good you can suck, with this blunt."
When I took three hits, I smiled and laughed and said, "I been known to suck on things much bigger, Hakim, my man."
He started laughing and ordered, "Get your pretty white booty in the kitchen, grab a coupla beers, and meet me up in the master bedroom."
In twenty seconds I had my shirt off and walked in the big rooms with two opened bottles of beer. "Eric," he ordered authoritatively, "get face down on my daddy's bed." He had taken his shorts off and Hakim had me so horny and wet that I didn't give a fuck whether he didn't know my name. In no time I was face down, pumping my dick into the shorts, waiting for the onslaught. Once I was face down, he started another of his deep down belly laughs. "You ain't nuthin' but a cheap Third Street crack ho'!"
Right away, I feel his big smooth fingers on my ass and I hear, "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Who cream is this on your azz, white boy?!"
I laughed and told him about the bus and he laughed too, saying, "See what I mean about ho', ho'" I didn't care what he said as long as he got those shorts down.
"Just shut up, Hakim," I said, "and get me naked!"
"Whack!" I'd never been hit so hard. "You my bitch and Ima do witchu whatevada fuck I want!" he said as he took a swig of his beer.
"Yessir," was all I could whimper.
He pulled my shorts of and took a couple licks of my asscheeks. "Ooooo, baby, you are sweeter'n vanilla ice cream." With that he grabbed a beer and poured a good cup on my ass and began licking away. His hot tongue felt so sweet and by his groans he was enjoying as much. I lost track of time but fifteen minutes must have passed.
Presently, Hakim stopped licking me up and yelled, "Daddy!" At that I looked up and saw the finest 30- something year old standing at the door jacking a dick the size of a baseball bat.
"Get ova here, white boy! You got a mad pretty mouth."
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