Nasty Boyz in the Hood

Nasty Boyz in the Hood - Part 1 by Coproman

I grew up in a Harlem tenement, a five-floor walkup that housed two families on each floor. It was one of those buildings that are simply torn down, nowadays, because they are too big to serve as private residences yet too small to be profitable as apartment buildings. I lived on the top floor, and I remember how effortlessly I would bound up the stairs or race down them as I shuttled from the apartment to the street. I also remember the many boyhood friends I had and the street games we used to play, including "Hot Peas & Butter," "Red Rover," and "Ring-a-levio."

Charlie was one of those friends. He used to live downstairs on the first floor but he and his family moved out of the neighborhood when I was fourteen. Up until that time, he and his older brother Bennie had been regular playmates of mine, and even though he was two years younger than me, I always felt closer to him than to his brother, or anyone else, for a certain very special reason.

When I had reached puberty, at about the age of thirteen--and feeling my "oats," as it were--Charlie suddenly took on a new role in my life as my "nasty boy." I don't remember exactly how it happened, but one minute we were playing in my room and the next minute he was lying face down on my bed with his corduroys and drawers down around his ankles and I was on top of him sliding my dick between his black ass cheeks, not stopping until I had spurted a sticky stream of sperm in his ass crack. From that point on, for the next year, I had tried a number of sexual experiments with Charlie, including sniffing his asshole, spreading it open and looking inside (to see if I could spot any shit), playing with his balls, and pulling his semi-hard dick back between his legs to try to make the head fit in his asshole. Oddly, we never got around to doing anything oral, and I never actually penetrated his anus, but at the end of every encounter, I would get my young rocks off between his 11-year-old buns; then right afterwards, I would get up, pull his drawers up about half-way over his spermed-up ass crack, and slap his ass, urging him to go home, since having had the orgasm would make me lose my sexual desire for him.

Now six years later, at twenty years old, I was still living with my family in that same tenement, as I attended City College. Most of the original families, not only in my building but in the neighborhood, had followed Charlie's family's lead and also moved out. Only Daryl--who, like me, still lived with his parents as he attended college--was still around, living in the building across the street, but he and I had never been terribly close, even as kids. On top of that, I suspected he was "involved" with a couple of the neighborhood children, including the little boy who lived next door to him, so I thought it best to keep my distance, for fear of guilt by association if he ever got busted.

Maybe it was thinking about Daryl and his pedo antics that made me start reminiscing about Charlie. I wondered if he even remembered any of the "nasty boy" stuff; and if he did, would he be willing to talk about it, much less, now that he was eighteen years old, indulge me in any sexual way? I also wondered if I would still have any feelings for him so many years later. Yes, I had a girlfriend, and I considered myself basically straight...but with a little "bend," meaning I had a solid relationship with a female but also a roving eye for good looking males.

So far I had acted upon that penchant only once, or more like REacted, when I was a college freshman. A graduate student--appropriately named Lance--recognized in me something I didn't realize was showing. Tall and light-skinned with dark, mysterious eyes, he became an immediate object of my attention that day he walked in the classroom to substitute for the English professor. I'd never before found Beowulf so fascinating! And when, after class, he invited me out to coffee, I wasn't all that surprised to find myself at his small apartment taking his six-inch schlong up my ass.

For the next year and a half we had gotten together at least once a week; then Lance was offered a teaching position at UCLA, and suddenly my dalliance was flying off to California. I still, of course, had my girlfriend, but she alone could not satisfy what at that point had grown into a major part of who I was. And simply thinking about Lance pumping my rump while I jacked off just wasn't enough.

So, after several months, I was reaching into my childhood to try to fill the void. The problem was that I no longer knew what to expect from Charlie. Having experimented with me, he could easily have decided that sex with males--even as a recreational diversion--was not his thing. But I was still willing to take the risk to find out where his head was, because I knew I wouldn't be lucky enough to run into another Lance if I started from scratch again with a stranger. Being that Charlie already knew my tendencies, at least my approaching him wouldn't come as a complete shock.

Fortunately my old friend wasn't hard to locate. After making a couple of calls, I discovered that he was still in the "hood," but a different one: His parents had moved uptown to a housing complex in the South Bronx. I got the phone number and called on Saturday, and Charlie picked up the phone. Needless to say he was surprised to hear from me, and when I mentioned I wanted to visit him, he was even more surprised. But he wasn't the only one getting surprises. I was surprised to learn that he had started his freshman year at Bronx Community College and was now driving. But I was also disappointed to hear that he had a girlfriend; however, since I had one too, I decided that that didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't go for my proposal. Anyway, we had both just started our intersession breaks, so he agreed to drive over and pick me up sometime during the following week.

On Tuesday afternoon, I was sitting on my stoop, waiting for Charlie to arrive. I kept trying to imagine how his body had changed, now that he was entering manhood. After only a few minutes, a green Nissan pulled up and out he jumped. He was lean and muscular in his blue jeans and black tee shirt, and I immediately felt those old urges returning, especially after he bent over and reached for something through the passenger's side window, causing his butt to poke out. When he stood up again, it was still poking out, and I suddenly remembered what it was that had made me approach him to be my nasty boy in the first place. I fondly recalled how whenever I did my thing to Charlie, my thirteen-year-old dick would nearly disappear between those full black ass cheeks. In fact, he had so much butt that once I had finished, it was hard to tell that I'd done anything to him, until you spread those cheeks apart. Only then could you see my pearly white sperm matted in the crack of his ass.

"Chucky Boy!" I shouted as we approached each other.

Charlie laughed. "Shit, I ain't heard that name since I moved from 'round here. How you doin', man?"

When we shook hands, it suddenly struck me that he really WAS a young man; there was no longer anything soft or childlike about him. But this didn't lessen my attraction to him at all. In fact, having seen how big his butt was, I was curious to know how much the rest of his body had matured and, as we got in the car, I knew I wanted to re-experience it.

"You wanna just drive around and talk for a while before we go to the house?" Charlie asked.

"Sure," I said.

So we took off, headed for the West Side Drive, and began to engage in small talk, mostly about what had happened to everybody in "the old gang." I learned that his brother Bennie was now going to school upstate, two other friends had moved down south, another had joined the Army, and one had died from a drug overdose. As we talked I kept sneaking glances at Charlie. He was even darker than I remembered, but then I recalled how much his darkness used to turn me on, because I loved the slight contrast with my own brown complexion and, especially, the high contrast with my sperm as it lay in his ass crack.

The longer we drove around, the more our chitchat began to dry up, until finally there was a lull in the conversation. That's when I decided to broach that "special" subject.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

I hesitated then asked, "You remember when we used to play in my room?"

Now he hesitated before finally saying, "Yeah. Why?"

"Oh....nothing," I said, covertly looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

"No, come on," he said, glancing over at me. "Why you ask me that?"

"Well, I was just wondering if--and I know you said you had a girlfriend--I was just wondering..."

"If I still wanna fool around like we used to?"

"Uh-huh," I murmured.

Continuing to stare straight ahead, he began to laugh, making my heart sink; and when he pulled over and stopped, I felt even worse, as I anticipated his ultimate rejection and the disappointment I would experience when he said "no" and drove me back home. That's why I was so surprised when, instead of giving me an explanation of why he couldn't or didn't want to, Charlie looked at me and said:

"You know, I been thinkin' about that ever since I moved, how you used to do me and shoot your shit in my butt crack then throw me out, and I never got a chance to do you."

"But I never knew you wanted to," I said. "I thought you just liked being on the receiving end."

"At first I did," he said. "But the last couple of times we did it, after I left your house, I would go home and go straight in the bathroom. Then after I pulled my pants and drawers down, I would reach back there and get as much of your come as I could on my fingers then use it to jack off. That's how fuckin' horny I was."

"Well, you shoulda said something. I woulda let you do me. Why didn't you let me know?"

"I don't know. I was scared to ask you. Then when I finally got up the nerve, we moved, so I never got the chance. And that's the one thing I always wanted to do, mainly to get you back for all them times you did me. I never stopped thinkin' about it."

"So get me back now," I offered. "You can do me right here in the car."

Again he laughed. "No, not here. Somebody might see us. But I DO wanna do you, and when I do, it's not gonna be none of that pitty-pat shit we did back then, where you just slid it back and forth in my crack. I'm goin' in your butthole all the way up to my balls. You hear?"

I was so turned on by Charlie's words that all I could do was nod and mumble, "Uh-huh." I paused then asked, "So where can we do it?"

He put the car in gear and pulled off before saying, "At my house. My father's at work and my mother's down south, and I'm the only other one there, so nobody'll bother us."

As we drove to his house, I was getting hornier and hornier as I anticipated Charlie fucking me up the ass, violently shoving his big black dick up my defenseless shithole. It reminded me of one of the very first times I did him. About half a minute into my getting some booty, he had apparently changed his mind about playing the role of my girlfriend and had tried to shimmy from underneath me. But as he was trying to get away, I grabbed him around his waist, forcing his ass against my dick; and as we both tumbled off the end of the bed, I was still holding on to him, steadily pumping away at his ass, his attempt to escape having served only to make me even hornier than I'd been before and more determined than ever to have my way with him. And as I thought further about that encounter I realized that subconsciously Charlie had WANTED to get his butt banged, because he never once clenched his ass cheeks or tried to turn over onto his back to stop my assault. Nor did he call out for my mother. This was why he eventually ended up in the same position he'd been in the last time he'd visited my house: face down, his pants and drawers around his ankles, and a big gob of my come running down his ass crack. The only difference that time was that his dick was harder than I'd ever seen it before, as if "forcing" myself on him had made him just as horny as it had made me. Now our roles were reversed and I was as turned on as Charlie had been by the idea of having anal sex "forced" on me.

We finally got to Charlie's house, and we practically jumped out of the car and hurried into the building. He lived on the second floor, so instead of taking the elevator, we dashed up the stairs, reminding me of when we'd run up the stairs of the tenement. It took him exactly five seconds to unlock the door, and the moment we were inside (after calling out for his father to make sure he hadn't come home early), he said to me, "Now take them clothes off and gimme some butt!"

We both pulled our shirts off right in the vestibule, as Charlie directed me to his room. Once there, as we finished undressing, my mind was racing. I was eager to see what he was packing down there. When we had played our sex games years before, I had never seen him at full erection, so I never knew how big or small he really was. That's why I was more than pleasantly surprised when he pulled down his briefs and this long, black dick sprang up, slapping against his flat stomach before it bounced back into its point-to-the-ceiling final position. Charlie was only about five-foot-eight, two inches shorter than me, but his dick had to be at least ten inches long, and I found myself not only staring at it in awe but instantly feeling inadequate, as my own seven-inch rod suddenly seemed tiny.

"Ah-ha!" Charlie suddenly said. "I see you lookin' at it, nigger! It's a lot bigger now than it was when you saw it the last time, ain't it?"

All I could do was nod, still staring, and say, "Yeah."

"You didn't think it was gonna be that big, did you?"

"To be honest, no."

"Well, get used to it," he said, " 'cause it's goin' right up your butt. Now turn around and get on that bed!"

"Wait," I pleaded. "Wait a minute."

"What for?"

"Put it in my mouth first, so I can lube you up."

Without saying another word, he pushed me back on the bed then climbed on top of me until his dick and balls were hovering over my face. I opened wide and he immediately shoved his boner in my mouth.

"Mmph!" I complained as he plunged his pole down my throat.

"Suck my dick, nigger!" he yelled. "Get it nice and wet so I can fuck that ass!"

He was so horny that he didn't even give me a chance to get used to the size of his pile driver and began right away to fuck me in the mouth. Because I wasn't swallowing my spit, after a while a steady sloshing sound could be heard coming from my mouth as he worked his meat between my stretched-open lips. But after another minute of this, he suddenly pulled it out, dragging a big blob of spit out with it.

"That's good enough," Charlie said, examining his shiny, spit-coated schlong. "Now turn over."

Obediently I did just that, and as soon as I did, I felt the teenager's strong fingers prying my ass cheeks apart to check out my anus. After staring for a while, he put his mouth close and let so much spit dribble into it that I could feel a slimy stream running down my ass crack to my balls. He then probed me with his middle finger, jamming it inside me to the knuckle then moving it back and forth until it slid in easily. Finally he climbed on top of me and, with one hand still spreading my ass cheeks apart, pushed his dick against my thoroughly moistened asshole. With Charlie applying steady pressure, the crown suddenly popped inside me. I flinched and tightened when I felt this because, up to that point, the only thing that had ever penetrated me was Lance's considerably smaller weapon. But I just pushed out, like I was taking a shit, and tried to relax, because I was as determined to take the entire length of Charlie's black battering ram up my ass as he was to give it to me.

"Ooo--you tight!" he said, his hands now on my shoulders as he steadily stuffed his chocolate rod inside me. "I'm gonna have fun fuckin' this booty!"

It took only a few more minutes for the eighteen-year-old to inch his tool up my ass to the balls, after which he just lay on top of me savoring the tightness of my rectum. Meanwhile I was enjoying an extraordinary feeling of fullness as Charlie's pole throbbed inside me; in fact, the very idea that his dick was no longer just pressed between him and the bed but crammed up my ass was making me horny, and I could feel my cock begin to grow as he began to move on top of me. Propping himself up with his hands, he slowly lifted his hips until just the head of his weapon remained inside me; then, just as slowly, he pushed himself down again, forcing all ten inches snugly back into my poop chute. He repeated this maneuver a few times more, speeding up a little each time and shoving his dick up my ass more forcibly with each down stroke. Soon Charlie's hips were bucking up and down in a frenzy. He seemed to be trying to get out all of his frustration of the last six years in this single encounter. It was as though he were trying to make up in one ass fuck for every one of those times he had wanted to do me but didn't, as he slammed inside me harder and harder, damn near making my teeth chatter with every thrust.

Soon, as I clawed the side of the mattress and closed my eyes, all I could hear were Charlie's heavy grunting, his crotch and balls slapping up against my ass, and the bedsprings violently creaking; and all I could feel were a long, hard phallus plowing my entrails, a tremendous weight writhing and humping against my back like a gigantic muscle, and hot breath on the back of my neck. Charlie was fucking the living shit out of me and I was enjoying every minute of it.

But, of course, such intense physicality had to come to an end sooner or later, and I knew Charlie was nearly there when his already fast strokes sped up even more and the pitch of his grunts got higher.

"Shit!" he finally cried out. "I'm comin'!" Immediately his entire body went rigid as he clung to my back and began to tremble. Now the overwhelming sensation for me was the steady pulsating of his long black tool inside my anus as the teenager spurted his load.

"Yeah! Take my come up yo' tight ass, nigger! Take every fuckin' drop!"

And my rectum complied fully with this command, swallowing squirt after squirt of Charlie's thick sperm then contracting spasmodically until it had sucked his balls dry. Afterwards the teenager just lay limply on top of me, breathing hard, his spit dribbling out of his mouth and onto my neck. Finally he summoned up enough energy to flip himself off and out of me and onto his back.

"Fuck, that was good!" he panted. "I been wantin' that booty for years."

"So I guess you finally got me back, huh?"

"Yeah...for now," he said, smiling.

"Uh-oh," I said. "I think I'm gonna have to hide my asshole from you." As I continued to lie face-down on Charlie's bed, feeling his come oozing out of my anus as I tried to recover from the vicious ass fuck he'd given me, I knew I didn't want this to be just a one-time deal, and I needed to know if he felt the same way.

"Hey, Charlie, how would you feel about me being your nasty boy?" (Even though I wasn't looking his way, I could feel him turning onto his side to look at me.)

"What?"

Now I turned onto my side too, so I could assess his expression. With his head propped up on his arm, he was wearing a smile of intrigue as he waited for me to explain myself.

"Well," I continued, "I really liked what we just did, so I wanted to know if you'd be willing to get together on a regular basis." He started to say something but, anticipating his reluctance, I cut him off. "Now I know you have a girlfriend. I have one too, and I know you have to spend time with them and fuck them and cuddle them and shit every now and then. So I'm not trying to say I wanna take her place. I mean fooling around every now and then--you know, having a little fun and getting a chance to do what you wanna do in bed instead of what they want you to do, that's all."

By now Charlie was just out-and-out grinning, as if I'd just told him he'd won the fucking lottery. "Shit! I shoulda just left your ass on sittin' on the stoop when I drove up today."

"Why you say that?" I asked, chuckling.

"'Cause you gonna fuck things up for me, that's why."

"So is that a 'yes,' as far as me being your nasty boy?"

"Well, as long as you don't start goin' around tellin' everybody that I'm your man or that you my bitch, I guess I'm down for that."

"Great," I said. "Now there's just one more thing."

"I knew there was a catch," Charlie said. "What?"

"Well, just like you never got to do me, I never REALLY got to do you either, since I never put it inside you. So at some point I wanna do to you what you did to me--stick it all the way up your butt, okay?"

Before answering, Charlie gave me the exact same kind of smile he had given me almost six years ago, when he was sitting on my bed with his eyes closed.

Trying desperately to get him to look at me, I'd said, "If you don't open your eyes, then I'm gonna do to you what I did the last time. Do you remember what that was or do I have to remind you?" With his eyes still closed, he immediately answered, "You have to remind me," and when I snapped open the front of his brown corduroy pants, that smile crossed his face.

"Yeah, okay," Charlie finally said. "Since you gave me some, I guess it's only fair to return the favor."

"I'm curious. Have you ever taken it up the ass?" I asked. "'Cause I don't wanna hurt you or nothin' when I do you."

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be alright. 'Cause I already know what it feel like to be on the receiving end."

"You do?" I asked, surprised. "How?"

"You remember my cousin Eric?"

"Yeah."

"He used to do that shit to me all the time when we first moved here," he confessed. "That's how I learned about going inside, 'cause at first I thought he was just gonna slide his dick back and forth like you used to do.

So when he stuck it up my butt, I got the surprise of my fuckin' life."

"Yeah, I'll bet," I said. "So did it hurt?"

"A little bit at first," Charlie said, "but he greased me up a lot with some Vaseline before he did it, so it wasn't that bad. But after he did that shit to me the first two times, I told him I wasn't lettin' him do me no more unless he let me do him. At first he said no, but then I guess he found out nobody else would let him to it to them, so he finally gave in."

"So Eric was your first piece?"

He smiled. "Yeah, and since he never let nobody in there before, his shit was tight. But I just kept pushing till I got my whole dick up his high-yellow butt, then I fucked him till I shot a nice big load up his ass. And I could tell it was a lot, 'cause when I pulled out, I could see it runnin' outta his asshole."

Just listening to Charlie was making me horny all over again, and for a moment I wished Eric were actually there with us so I could watch Charlie ass fuck him and spurt come in his anus.

"So did you and Eric ever do anything besides fuck each other?"

"Like what?"

"Like play butt games."

Charlie squinted as he looked at me, confused. "What kind of 'butt games' you talkin' about?"

"Get on your hands and knees and bend over and I'll show you," I said.

"You not gonna fuck me, are you? 'Cause I'm not ready for that shit, yet."

"No, don't worry," I assured him. "This is something else I like to do."

Still looking uncertain, Charlie assumed the position and waited. My dick, which had wilted a little, was now fully erect again as I approached his up-in-the-breeze black ass--with his dick and balls hanging so beautifully between his legs--and spread open his puckered anus. At first I just stared at the deep pink interior of his rectum, then I put my nose to it and gently sniffed, taking in the essence of his shit odor; then, without warning him, I speared my tongue into his asshole.

"Oh, shit!" Charlie yelled, flinching. "What you doin'?!"

But I didn't answer. I just kept pistoning my tongue in and out of his smelly anus, licking out the tiny bits of shit inside. And apparently the teenager didn't mind this new game at all, because he remained stock still. In fact, the only thing I could feel was his asshole flexing on my tongue.

"Yeah," Charlie finally groaned, getting past his initial shock. "Do it to me! Lick the shit outta my ass!"

As I continued to suck my friend's anus, I decided to reach underneath him to see if he really dug what I was doing or was just tolerating it. I got my answer when I discovered that he was once more sporting a full boner. That's when I knew what else I wanted. It was something I'd wanted from him since we were kids but which, at that time, he was a tad too young to supply. Now, though, he was at just the right age to give me plenty of it.

"Listen," I said, pulling my mouth away from Charlie's shithole just long enough to speak. "Start jacking yourself off while I'm doing you, and when you're ready to come, let me know. I wanna try something."

"Okay," he said, and he immediately started stroking himself while I went back to licking his asshole. For a moment I thought back to the day before, when I had again wondered if Charlie would even remember our escapades. Now, less than twenty-four hours later, I had my face plastered between his young black ass cheeks with my tongue stuck up his ass!

"Damn, that feel good!" Charlie suddenly said. "I never thought somethin' like that would feel so good."

I wanted to respond but it was more important that I continue to stimulate the teenager in this special way, showing him how there was much more to sex than whatever he'd done with his girlfriend or Eric, while giving him a sample of what he could look forward to with me as his nasty boy.

After a few more minutes of my reaming and Charlie's jacking, he finally said, "I'm gettin' ready to come. What you want me to do?"

I quickly backed away from his ass, turned over onto my back and stuck my head between his spread-apart thighs. I then pushed myself up, until his rod was pointed straight at my mouth, and opened wide. Charlie got the message and, after pulling his hand away from his dick, drove all ten inches of it hard down my throat, almost making me gag. He then pumped his hips only twice before groaning and plastering his crotch against my face.

"Oh, shit!" he yelled. "Take it! Take my fuckin' come right down your throat, nigger! And swallow that shit!"

I could feel Charlie's pole first swell then throb madly as he spurted a thick, slimy load of sperm in my mouth. It took the virile eighteen-year-old several seconds to empty his balls, and I revelled in the feeling of his warm spunk filling my mouth and oozing steadily down my throat.

"Fuck! That shit felt good," Charlie said, as he pulled his shrinking penis from between my lips, dragging strands of sperm and spit out with it. He then moved back and looked down at me. "Open your mouth. I wanna see if you swallowed it."

I immediately opened wide, sticking my tongue out too, allowing the teenager to carefully inspect everything.

"Damn!" he said, smiling. "You the first one to do that for me. My girlfriend won't even swallow it."

"I'm not surprised," I said. "I have a problem getting mine to do it too."

"She say she don't like the way it taste," he added, turning around to sit on the side of the bed.

I pulled myself up and sat next to him. "Yeah, mine says the same thing. That's why we need to do it with each other, 'cause I know I don't have a problem with it. What about you?"

"I don't know," Charlie admitted. "I never did it before."

I looked at him for a moment then said, "Well, I haven't come yet, so...you wanna try?"

After a slight hesitation, he said, "Yeah, okay, but..."

"But what?" I asked.

Charlie was no longer looking at me; instead he was staring down at the floor, apparently embarrassed, so I tried to ease whatever fears he may have had.

"Listen," I said, "you can tell me anything you want about your fantasies. I'm not gonna judge you. So what did you wanna say?"

After a long pause, he said, "I want you to..."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck my mouth like you fuckin' a pussy," he finally blurted out.

I smiled. "So you wanna be on the receiving end while I take control?"

Still staring down at the floor, he nodded.

"Well, there's nothin' wrong with that. In fact, that's what I prefer most times, so I understand exactly where you're coming from. Sometimes you wanna give it, but other times you wanna get it, right?"

Again he nodded.

"Then get down there and open up that pussy mouth so I can fuck it!" I said, getting off the bed and shoving him backwards.

As Charlie stared up at me with a strange combination of fear and longing on his face, I proceeded to spin him around and pull his body down until his head was hanging off the foot of the bed. I knew this position would put his mouth and throat in a straight line, allowing me the same maximum penetration I always got when I mouth-fucked Lance. Now standing at the foot of the bed with the teenager's head between my legs, I again looked down and admired his dick. Though only semi-erect at the moment, it was the same size as my full erection. But I refused to let the beauty of his genitals distract me; I had a mouth to fuck.

Leaning over, I stuck my dick down Charlie's throat, and the moment I did, he instantly went back to being eleven years old and my nasty boy. Once again I was aggressively using his body to get my rocks off. And as I forced another inch of my pole into his esophagus, I kept telling myself that he should thank his lucky stars that my cock wasn't as long as his. When I felt my balls finally bump up against Charlie's face and he didn't gag, I knew I had found just the right angle of penetration and began to slowly fuck him in the mouth. It wasn't long before I was plunging the entire length of my dick down his throat, my balls smacking against his nose and upper lip and a "mmph!" buzzing up from his vocal cords every time I stroked into his mouth.

"Yeah," I panted, "take my dick right down your fuckin' throat, you fuckin' pussy!"

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"

"I'm gonna fill your fuckin' mouth up with come!

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"

"And you better swallow every fuckin' drop of it, too!"

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"

By then I was savagely driving my dong to the back of Charlie's mouth, my crotch battering his face every time I slammed into him. It was as though I were experiencing the same desperation Charlie had when he had fucked my ass. Since I had never penetrated him as a kid, this was my opportunity to make up for lost time by raping his virgin mouth. And as I helped the teenager fulfill his masochistic fantasy, I was impressed that he was able to endure my attack so courageously, almost daring me to fuck his mouth as hard as I wanted, just to show me he could take everything I dished out. But I was so pent up by now that I couldn't hold my orgasm back any longer and, after pounding Charlie's tonsils a few times more, I stiffened and shoved my dick as far down his throat as I could, while keeping my crotch jammed against his face.

"Fuck! I'm comin'!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "Take it all right in that pussy mouth, bitch! Swallow that motherfucker!"

As I lay trembling on top of Charlie, I could feel my dick throbbing and hear the teenager struggling to swallow the heavy load of sperm I was shooting down his gullet. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't surprised to see the teenager's erection lying stiffly against his belly. Knowing that he was right on the verge of his own orgasm, I lifted his prong and dove down, shoving it between my lips. Less than thirty seconds of oral action later, I felt Charlie stiffen, groan, and begin to shiver, as his dick began to fire glop after glop of semen into my sucking mouth. Knowing that he and I had just fed each other what we would have ejaculated inside our girlfriends pleased me, because I honestly believed that we--as males--appreciated it more.

After pulling my shrinking dick out of Charlie's mouth, I quickly turned around and did the same thing to him that he had done to me--looked down his throat to make sure he's swallowed my spunk. Satisfied that he had, I nodded and said, "Good. Now your mouth is a pussy, just like mine. Then again, yours was probably a pussy a long time ago, when you and your cousin were doin' each other."

"Nah, we never sucked each other's dicks," said Charlie. "We just did the butt thing."

"And when was the last time that happened?"

"About three years ago, I guess. I think I was, like, fifteen. After that he started goin' out with all these girls and we stopped gettin' together, I guess 'cause he could get some whenever he wanted without givin' up the booty."

"Does that mean he's given up guys altogether?"

"I'm not sure. I heard he used to be seein' this guy who lived in his complex, about a mile from here, but that's just a rumor."

"So Eric lives in the Bronx too, then, huh?"

"Yeah, matter of fact, he's in college up here too," said Charlie. "He go to Lehman. Hey, why you askin' so many questions about him?"

"Oh...I don't know...."

It took only about two seconds for Charlie's face to light up. "Oh, shit--I get it! You thinkin' 'bout what I told you about us fuckin' and you wanna know if he'll be a nasty boy too, right?"

"Possibly," I said, smiling coyly.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Shit, you probably thinking 'bout sticking your tongue up that light-skinned booty of his right now, ain't you?"

"Possibly," I said again. (Actually I was thinking about him shoving his light-skinned schlong of his up my ass and hoping that what Charlie had down there ran in the family!) "But, you know, I was also thinkin' how there're a lot of things three guys can do with each other that two can't."

The teenager just looked at me and shook his head, as his smile broadened. "Mm, Mm, mm--you a freaky little motherfucker, ain't you?"

"So I guess that means you're down for somethin' like that," I concluded. "But do you think Eric'll go for it too?"

"Fuck, yeah," said Charlie. "Horny as that motherfucker is, he'd probably jump right on some shit like that."

"So that means you're gonna invite him to join us, right?"

He thought about this for a minute and said, "Well...it'll have to be soon, while Ma is still down south and intersession is still goin' on. Then we can do it right here."

I had always been attracted to Charlie's light-skinned cousin, and the prospect of the nineteen-year-old joining us in a nasty threesome had me itching with excitement. I was already imagining us humping away at each other in various sexual combinations. But I wanted to take things a step further, going beyond just fucking and sucking, and I needed to know if Charlie was open to what I had in mind. When the teenager suddenly rolled over, sat on the side of the bed again, then stood up, I had a feeling I'd be finding out very soon if he was.

"I'll be right back," he said.

"Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom. I gotta piss like a motherfucker."

When I heard that, my heart began to race. "Wait a minute. I wanna try something else."

"Can't it wait till I get back?"

I hesitated for only a second before saying, "No."

"How come?"

Again I hesitated; then, looking away from him, I mumbled, "'Cause I wanna drink it."

Reluctantly I turned back and, squinting, looked at Charlie's shocked expression.

"What you say?" he finally asked.

"I said, I want you to go in my mouth."

"Damn! That's some freaky shit! Why you wanna do that?"

"I don't know. It's just one of those weird things I always wanted to do but never had the nerve to ask my girlfriend. So since I'm here and you have to go and I'm your nasty boy now, I figured, What the hell, I'll ask you."

Charlie's mouth just hung open in disbelief as he continued to stare at me. Slowly, though, he began to smile and shake his head. "Man, you somethin' else!" He took a deep breath. "Well, if you really want it, you can have it. But don't expect me to return the favor."

Assuring him that I didn't, I quickly climbed off the bed and, crouching down in front of the teenager, gently grasped his cock and placed the head between my lips. I then held on to his firm ass, while he placed his hands firmly on my head.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Mm-hm," I responded.

Right away, a small stream hit my tongue, and the teenager's warm urine began to pour into my mouth. Before it could fill my mouth, I swallowed it, and it was a good thing I did, too, because within seconds, piss was gushing into my mouth full force, and I found myself downing it in huge gulps to keep from choking.

"Yeah, nigger!" Charlie yelled. "Drink it! Drink every drop of my fuckin' piss!"

Even though this was my first piss drinking episode, and I had nothing to compare it to, I knew intuitively that my stomach was taking on a lot more than a urinal would on an eighteen-year-old's typical trip to the bathroom, because after more than a minute, Charlie's pee was still steadily flowing into my mouth. It took several seconds more for the teenager to finish pissing down my throat, and as he flexed his sphincter, squirting the last his urine into the back of my mouth, I could feel his schlong rapidly rehardening between my lips. Smiling, I pulled back, the head of his dick exiting my mouth with a soft "pop" and a spray of leftover piss.

"Shit," I said, chuckling. "I'm gettin' outta here before you hurt me with that thing!"

Charlie laughed at this, saying "Okay, I hear you. We better put our clothes back on anyway, 'cause it's gettin' late and my dad'll be home soon."

As we drove back to my house, we were both quiet. I'm not sure what Charlie was thinking, but I was reflecting on everything we'd done, while feeling my erection grow, and I didn't really know what to say to Charlie. Should I thank him for fucking my ass so well or letting me fuck his mouth or for pissing in my mouth? I was afraid that anything I might say would sound ridiculous, so I just kept my mouth shut.

Soon we were pulling in front of my building, where we double-parked. Leaving the motor running and putting on his parking lights, Charlie just sat there for a while shaking his head and smiling with his lips tucked in.

"Fuck, I can't believe I did some of the shit I did today," he finally said. "Especially takin' a fuckin' leak in your mouth. And then I got fuckin' HARD after I did it!"

I smiled. "You know what that means, right?"

"No, what?"

"It means there's a tiny little pervert locked up deep down in here," I said, pointing to his heart, "and he's DYIN' to be set free."

Charlie laughed. "And I guess you gonna help him get out, huh?"

"Of course," I said, putting on the snootiest air I could. "I just HATE the idea of someone being unjustly incarcerated." I then snickered, adding, "But it'll be a lot easier to spring him if I get some help from your cousin."

"Don't worry. I'm gonna give him a call as soon as I get back home, to see if he's down for it, then I'll call you, okay?"

"Sounds good," I said, as I opened the door. We then leaned towards each other and hugged, after which I grabbed his crotch. "And by the way, the next time you stick this thing in your girlfriend, think of me."

Swatting my hand away, he again laughed. "Crazy nigger! I'll talk to you later."

Thirty seconds later I was standing on my stoop watching Charlie's car speed down the street. It was indeed hard to believe what we'd done today, considering we hadn't seen each other in six years, and I was overjoyed that things had gone so smoothly. But now, with the strong possibility of Eric joining our activities, this had become only the first phase of my new sexual adventure. I just hoped that he would make the next phase even more satifying by being as accommodating as his cousin had been.

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