I miss my Shorts
This is a 100% true story.........
First off let me tell you a little bit about myself... My name is Shawn, Iku. I'm 29 years old, as of a few months ago. So I guess I'm not a twink anymore. LOL. As if I ever was one. I'm 6'3, 220, 30, 40, 50lbs give or take the time of year and the specials on the menu. I'm a thicker guy. Not fat, but thick. I played football til I was a junior in highschool, a linebacker, big, powerful, strong. And I'm still that. I still hit the gym occasionally, from time to time. But I love pizza & tacos & liquor [alot], so thick I am. And for some reason I have the kind of thickness that everyone always wants to fucking touch. And by everyone, I mean both guys and girls. For some reason, I've always been the target for grab ass games my whole life, from both my male and female friends. Now I'll admit I've succumb to the female touch a lot sooner, and a lot more often. But all my life I've known that I had a certain attraction to both male and female energies, and they to me. And no, I'm not confused or curious. I've explored both, and will continue to do so. But I realized a long time ago, that I'd be stupid to deprive myself of either. I like to indulge. I'm a try-sexual, if you will. I have an indulgent personality, and my tastes and appetite varies.
Well as far as that appetite goes, I've always been, when it comes to guys, more into the tall, thick athletic type, and a bit on the racially ambiguous side, [much like myself]. I'm black, [all black], but I'm light skinned and I have freckles and green eyes, so people often think of me as hispanic or biracial or something other than what I am. I've even gotten Samoan before... But anyway a friend of mine brought it to my attention, that I tend to like guys that look a bit like me in one way or another. Hell, they told me I was a fucking egotist, and really just wanted to fuck myself. It's funny, but it's like 40% true. So I kind of from that point on tried to open myself up to a different type. And thus, my exploration into the male touch began.
I tried white frat dudes, with their six packs and cool bro energy. Older Zaddies, with those sexy grey beards. I even played with this uber conservative, suit and tie, black republican guy. He was kinda twinkish, and really into some KINKY shit. But I just let him blow me in the bathroom of city hall. [I wont tell you which city]... And then there's D.
Now I actually met D online. Instagram of all places. And yes, he slid into my dm's... Really he was just some weird random guy that followed me and liked all my pictures. And nowhere even close to being my type. But eventually after a while I followed him back, out of courtesy. And he actually turned out to be a pretty cool guy. But again far from my type. He was one of those nerdy but kind of hood dudes. You know the type: into anime and video games, and comic books, but he sold weed and had a gold grill in his mouth. Not at all my vibe, aside from the weed. And he wasn't exactly aestically what I go for. He was at least 300lbs, if not bigger. Maybe 5'9. Darkskinned, acne, and he sweat a lot. Not to mention he wasn't particularly that handsome or stylish. It seemed like the only thing he ever wore was sweatpants and superhero tshirts, and these same Nike athletic slides, with tall white socks, no matter what time of day or weather it was outside. But he was a cool guy. And we actually became friends. Especially so when we discovered that we lived in the same neighborhood.
One day I was at the gas station a few blocks from my house. After filling up my tank, I got back into my car and I took selfie and pinned my location. It wasn't even a minute later that my pic was getting a like from D. And by the time I made it home, all of two more minutes, D was sending me a dm telling me that he lived two blocks from that gas station. I told him, I lived, ironically, two blocks from that gas station too, only in the opposite direction. And from then on we became cool. We became friends. Well, maybe not friends. Okay, I'll admit it, he sold me weed at the gas station. But he was a cool guy all the same. And from time to time we smoked together...
Well this brings me to the night of our little incident. It was back in August. A hell of a stressful time for me. I was having a pretty hectic time at work, and earlier that week my car decided to stop working. Not to mention the heat wave that had just decided to break out... So I was beyond stressed and frustrated. And I just happened to take it to social media, like so many of us do now a days. And before I knew it, here comes D when I needed him most, in my dm's asking if I needed to smoke. I desperately did. So I told him yes. But I forgot I didn't have a car, so I couldn't meet him at the gas station. So against my better judgement, I gave him my address and told him to come through. It wasn't long before he was messaging me to come outside.
It was maybe 10 oclock at night, but still hot as hell. So when I came outside, I quickly hopped in to D's big air conditioned SUV. When I closed the door behind me, I hear D with a laugh"So you jockin my style now." He said.
I happened to be wearing the same Nike slides that D lived in, but damn near every other man owned a pair of. But it lightened the mood up a bit, and I laughed.
"So what's up man?" D asked me, while licking his lips and eyeing me up and down, like he always does. He had sort of this Biggie Smalls vibe, if Biggie was awkward and wore cartoon character tshirts. But that's my guy. I'm not gonna knock him too much. And besides I knew he had a bit of a crush on me. And I was barely wearing any clothes, just a wife beater and some thin grey cotton gym shorts, with no underwear. Hell, the shorts were more underwear than shorts anyway. And I told you I'm a pretty thick guy, so my attire lent no question to how thick I really was. And D just kept looking at me, all of me.
"Nothing man. It's just a lot going on. I just need to smoke and clear my head." I responded. D reached down into his center console and pulled out a blunt and a lighter, then handed it over to me. "Chill back and smoke on this. I want you to ride with me for a while." He said with this smooth confidence that I had never seen from him before. But I didn't really care, I just wanted to smoke and clear my head. Then before I could get the blunt lit, D had the stereo on with Kendrick Lamar blasting through the speakers, as he sped off from in front of my house. I didn't really think much it. I wasn't really paying attention to anything going on, yet alone where we were going. I just wanted to zone out and forget all my worries.
But before I knew it, D had been driving for over an hour, and we hadn't gone anywhere in particular. We just road around the city aimlessly. But I was getting tired and I had to get up early the next morning, so I had no plans on really hanging out all night. I really just wanted to smoke and go to bed.
"Where we going?" I finally asked D. We had barely talked the whole time I was in the car. He was just driving, staring off into the road, and from time to time glancing over at me licking his lips. And I on the other hand was so faded that I barely even knew I was there. D really had some good shit.
"Nowhere." D said. I was confused, yet my high had me thinking. If we have no destination, aren't we just sitting still. I was really high.
"Man I'm tired. I'm just ready to go home." I said. Then D stopped the car. "You are home." He said. And surely we were sitting in right front of my house. I was really out of it. Now that I think of it, I don't even think we ever actually left from in front of my house.
"Oh. Alright man. I'll holler at you later." I said as I attempted to get out of the car.
"Wait." D said stopping me from leaving. "We gotta settle up." I was so out of it, that I had completely forgot that D was my drug dealer. But then as I reached for my money, realizing I was half naked with no pockets, I also realized I didn't have any money either. "Fuck" I said, realizing my dilemma. "I got you next time." I said to D in my haze. Then D put his hand on my shoulder, firmly. "See the thing is, you said last time you'd have me this time... And I am trying to run a business here." D had suddenly developed this confidence and boldness that I never knew he had. I mean, I knew he was a drug dealer. He's my fucking drug dealer. But I never thought of him as like a real drug dealer. I always saw him as like the nerdy little fat boy that would give me weed for money. But hey, maybe he actually is a drug dealer.
"Damn. My bad. I don't have any cash on me. You know I'm going through some shit right now. Gimme a break man." I said pleading my case.
"See man any other time I would, but I already let you slide a few times. Its time to settle up." D was really proving himself to be a real drug dealer. "Now if you don't got cash, its other ways."
"How? What?" I asked. I was still faded. And despite being a million times tougher and stronger then this guy, and damn near a whole foot taller; I was somehow in my vulnerable and inebriated state, completely intimidated by him. Then he moved his hand from my shoulder and placed it on my thigh.
"Well I have a particular appetite that you could help me with." He said. I was still very much in a high place. "Man I can't cook" I said. I told you I was totally out of it. I was making no since at all, yet being very logical. "Nigga I wanna suck your dick." D said boldly.
And all I could think to do in that moment was to look down at my dick, which was quite visible through my shorts. And though I'm usually quite free with my body and my sex, I reiterate, D is not remotely my type. So for the first time in years I was a bit self-conscious about my body, about my nakedness, or half nakedness for that matter. I was more than a little bit uneasy about what he had just asked of me. I mean it was written all over my face. I was literally sitting there holding my dick, and looking at it as if it was a separate entity from myself and we were having this super important, super intense conversation. And D was just staring at me like I was crazy or something.
"So what is it man? Are you gonna let me suck your dick or not?" D asked even more emboldened than before... And I was fixed to say no. But suddenly something came over me. This weird feeling. This sudden erg...So I said fuck it, and agreed. Besides his boldness was oddly starting to turn me on.
So D got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side and opened my door. It was odd, because in all the time I've known him, I've never actually seen him get out of his car. And when I tell you the guy was actually shorter than I thought. He couldn't have been more than 5'6 5'7. But in this moment he was the big man in charge. The big intimidating drug dealer.
He opened my door. And immediately started pulling my shorts down and off. I turned around to face him. In the process my shoes fell off into the street, somewhere between me and D. He kicked them out of his way to the side, then tossed my shorts somewhere in the street behind him. Then with no hesitation he starting sucking on my dick. He grabbed it, and looked at it like it was the most miraculous thing he had ever seen. Then he licked the tip and kissed it. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. And my dick shot straight up to its full 9 inch potential. Then he put his lips and his tongue on the tip of my dick ever so softly. And slowly my dick started to disappear. 8 inches, then 7, then 6, then poof, it was all gone, deep into his throat. And he didn't even gag, not a bit. I fell back into the seat, as he licked and sucked and slurped on my dick. The suction that his mouth and tongue created around my dick was so intense. His mouth was so wet. It felt so good it didn't even take more than 5 minutes before I came, [the first time]. And he swollowed every drop, and licked me clean. I thought he was done, but then he went lower. He started sucking my balls. Taking one in his mouth, then the other, then both. I started moaning so hard I could barely breathe. Then he lifted my balls, and his tongue grazed my hole. It sent a shock through my entire body. I protested at first, I was never really too big on ass play. I tried to push his head away from me. But he kept begging and begging to taste me. And I was way too high to protest. So before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees, with his tongue buried deep in my ass. I was in ecstacy. My hole felt so wet and open. It felt so good that even my nipples had a hard on. I took a second, to reach and give them a little rub. But then D took my dick back into his mouth, only this time from the back. It felt so good, and so weird and it was so unexpected that it made had coming so hard I nearly passed out. Afterall it was a heat wave...
Then when we were done, I was in such a haze and so spent that I ended up walking back to my house bottomless and barefoot. I hope my neighbors didn't see. Who am I kidding, I hope they saw everything. Then as I finally made my way into the house and started to close the door behind me, I saw D picking up my shorts out of the street. He looked around to make sure noone was watching. Then when he was satisfied they weren't, it brought them up to his face and took in a deep inhale of my sweaty scent. Then just like that, with his prize in hand, he got back into his car and drove off.
When I woke up the next morning, I went outside and grabbed my shoes out of the street. But I never saw those shorts again.
At least now, I don't have to pay for weed anymore.
But honestly I really do miss my shorts!
Feel free to leave your thoughts and comments at iku_iku227@aol.com
Also this is the first story in my "This is a 100% True Story" series, which I will be chronicaling my real life sexual exploits, on my new blog EroticwordsofIku.blogspot.com
- Please make sure you Donate to Nifty!