Time Spent with Dee

Time Spent with Dee

• • • • • • • • • • • • • Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any similarities to actual persons or events are purely coincidental. - - - - - - - - - - - - -

My name is Calvin. I'm 19 years old, standing 6'1. I'm one of those light-skinned brothas: light butter-cream complexion, brown hair, pink lips and hazel eyes to boot. I got a nice body too. Well-toned and athletic from all the swimming I do on a regular basis, and from the other sports I play.

I'm a freshman at the community college studying visual art and graphic design. All the ladies want me and practically hunt me down on campus, like thay have a tracking beacon on me or something. Unfortunately for them I am not interested. There is a good reason I love playing sports. It puts me close to the fellas. I love bumping up next to a guy on the basketball court or holding him by the waist in a game of touch rugby. I love the feel of a hard, masculine body on mine. There's nothing like it. Only thing is, I have to keep my wood down, which isn't easy when you've got seven inches under a pair of basketball shorts.

The interesting thing is, the guy I've fallen for isn't the sporty type that I usually hook up with. He's not exactly a book-worm but he's studying psychology, which means lots of time in the worst place on earth - the library. From what I know about him, he's dougla (mixed East Indian and African/Black), which I figured from his hair being sort of wavy-curly and jet-black. He's a few shades darker than me with his peanut-butter complexion. His body isn't bad either. He's shorter than me; standing about 5'9, and a few months older. Like I said, not the sporty type I'm used to but his body is tight. You could tell dude hits the crunches and push-ups nightly. Not that you'd see it as he's always got his nice body hidden under a sweater of some kind. He's cute too with sparkling brown eyes, dark lips and a smooth face.

The first time I noticed him, I was sitting on the sidelines on the court, rehydrating myself. I was watching the guys who had just handed me and my partner an ass-whooping ring up the points against two other guys. I heard Trina cheering them on. She was a popular girl on campus noted for her tacky but very boy-attracting, skimpy outfits. I turned to see what mess she was wearing that day when our eyes met. He was seated on the bleachers just a row above Trina. Something electric flowed through me at that moment. I smiled and nodded, like I usually do when I see a dude looking. I figured I would tease him and he would look away but he didn't. He smirked and nodded right back. Dude had balls! Unlike some of the so-called masculine dudes I'd been with.

We continued flirting with each other on-and-off for the rest of the game. We had to. Not even my best friend, Tyrone, knew that I was gay, hence my preference for macho guys. Even though he didn't fit my usual parameters, there was just something about him; his eyes, they just called to me. Weird. It had never happened before. Most times it was just eyes meet, we greet, set a date and place, go fuck and that was it. I found myself actually curious about this dude, wanting to find out more.

I got the chance when the game ended. Everyone was leaving but of course, my boy Tyrone stayed behind to wait for me. A few ladies were still there chit-chatting. Thinking quickly, I told him the girls wanted to holla at me since before the game. He dapped me up with a smile and left me to handle my business. I went to holla at someone but it wasn't a girl. I clambered to where he patiently sat and plopped down next to him.

"Enjoyed the game?" I asked.

"Yeah, it was good. Too bad you and your boy got beat," he said, flashing a bright smile.

"That's how it goes. Some days you meet someone better...I'm Calvin, by the way," I said, offering my hand.

"Delroy...but most people just call me Dee," he replied, shaking my hand. He had some smooth hands but his grip was far from weak. Nice!

"So where you headed now, Dee," I smiled. He chuckled at my instant use of his alias, like we were such great friends.

"I was going to study," he said, tugging at his messenger bag full of books, "but if you have somewhere else in mind, G or PG rated of course," he added with that smile which seemed characteristic.

"Sure, sure. Let's get something to eat," I suggested, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder, "You're hungry too right?"

"I could eat."

We headed to my favorite restaurant. It was a very casual diner but it served really healthy stuff so I was all for it.

"Hey, Calvin, how was your game?" the waitress, Conny, asked. She was a cute blonde girl who always tried to flirt with me.

"It was pretty good. We lost but that's life," I chimed. I quickly placed my order and Dee followed suit.

"Seems like someone's got an admirer. She's cute," he grinned.

"Yeah but you know what I'm interested in," I said, licking my lips and nudging his leg under the table.

"Now, now, G or PG only," he reminded me.

"I know, I know," I sighed, slightly disappointed but accepting the situation for what it was: two acquaintances having a nice dinner. Our food arrived. I'd ordered garden salad, and sauteed chicken breast with mushroom sauce. He had gotten the pulled-pork-on-multigrain sandwich with coleslaw.

"Tsk, tsk. And here I thought you ate healthier than that," I teased, shaking my head.

"Bet mine tastes better than yours though," he retorted. We exchanged bites. His pork sandwich was delicious but he couldn't deny that the sauce and chicken breast were a heavenly combo.

"Cat got your tongue now?" I chuckled.

"No, the pig does though," he muffled, his mouth full.

I learned that he didn't live too far from my block; about thirty minutes if you walked fast. His parents were married, unlike my single mother, blah, blah... Hey! Let's get to the interesting part...

"So what else we got planned for tonight?" he asked, rubbing his leg against mine.

"What happened to G and PG only?"

"I'm spontaneous too. What say we flip the script?"

"How so?"

"My parents are visiting my grandmother in Trinidad. They won't be back for another week. Wanna see what we can get up to at my place?"

"Definitely," I smirked. My dick was getting harder by the second when I felt his hand on it. I was rock-hard instantly, albeit a little shocked.

"Delroy! In the restaurant?!" I whispered harshly, trying to push his hand off without drawing too much attention.

"What's the problem?" he asked, reaching over the table and pulling me by the collar. Our faces were almost touching. "We're in the back of the place. No one is even looking at us."

"Yeah," I mumbled, looking around and realizing he was correct, "but what if Conny-" My words were cut off by his lips locked on mine. I gave in almost instantly, swapping spit with him as our tongues played.

"See? Was it so hard?"

"Something is hard alright," I grinned.

"Then let's go. I've wanted to taste you all evening."

We boarded a bus that would pass near Dee's house. It was already dark and there weren't many people on board. We made a beeline for the back seat. I'd never encountered a guy as brave and daring as Delroy. We started making out almost as soon as we took our seats. I groped his crotch and was shocked to feel the size of his dick.

"Damn! How big are you?" I asked, caressing the pipe printing through his jeans.

"Nine and a half. Why?"

"I figured you for a bottom."

"I don't do labels. I just go with the flow."

"And what does the flow tell you now?" I asked, still squeezing his hard dick. He flashed that bright smile and pulled my head down to his crotch. I swiftly and skillfully unzipped his fly and had his dick in my mouth.

"Oh gawd, Calvin! That's so good," he rasped as I hungrily bobbed along his length.

His dick was dark brown with a bright pink head; uncircumcised, and thick. I relished the flavor of his precum mixed with the day's musk. His hand clamped onto the back of my head and urged me further down his shaft. I dropped to my knees and went into overdrive, taking it to the back of my mouth, and fondling his slim, toned body under his sweater. He pulled my head from his crotch and sucked hard on my tongue.

"We're almost at my stop," he whispered, tucking his delicious dick back inside his underwear. As we walked to the door, an older gentleman was grinning at us. He wasn't too old, probably in his early forties.

"Nice show. Can I join in too?" he asked.

"Sorry, maybe next time," Dee winked as we disembarked.

"Creepy old man," I mumbled as the bus pulled off.

"I guess but forget him. Let's walk."

After about five minutes, we arrived at Dee's house. It was a very nice place. A two-story combination of red brick and white-painted wood with black wrought iron gate and railing on the front porch. Inside was more spacious than the exterior led me to believe, and harmoniously combined African, Indian and Caribbean styles and patterns.

"Welcome to mi casa," he joked with arms outstretched.

"It ain't too bad," I faked disdain.

"Whatever," he playfully elbowed me, "Up to my room."

His room was nice, with a twin-sized bed against the far wall. Near the window was his study desk and the bubbling 20-gallon aquarium swimming with tropical fish. It was pretty much the average teenage boy room save for the posters of half-naked male athletes and models stuck to the walls.

"Your parents let you keep those?" I inquired as I sat on the bed next to him.

"Yeah. They know I'm gay, and they're cool with it."

"Wish my parents were that cool."

"Not everyone is that understanding, even parents. Mine were a bit...difficult too, at first. But don't worry about that now. Enjoy the moment," he said, guiding my lips to his.

Our tongue wrestling intensified. We were groping and clawing at each other in a passionate lust. Clothes got carelessly tossed aside until we were both completely naked. I savored the touch of his warm skin against mine as I kissed lower and lower down his abs until, once again, I reached that delicious dick of his.

"Your amazing," he gasped, writhing as I took him to the back of my mouth. I ravenously sucked on his dick, desperate to taste his warm cream. He clasped the back of my head with both hands and pumped upwards, pushing into my throat. I gagged loudly, trying my best to accomodate him but after a few minutes I retreated.

"Sorry. Deep-throating isn't my specialty."

"That's cool. It is mine," he grinned, lunging for my rock-hard dick. I sighed as his hot mouth engulfed me and swallowed all seven inches in one go.

"Shit! Dee," I moaned, thrilled by the sensation of his moist lips strangling the base of my cock. I grabbed a clump of his thick hair and slowly pumped back and forth through the sloppy embrace of his esophagus. He moaned as I picked up the pace, fervently fucking his throat. I pulled out and rubbed my spit-wet dick over his face.

"I want to feel you deep in my ass," he invited, spinning around and displaying his perfectly formed bubble-butt.

I dove right in, spreading those succulent cheeks and chowing down. I ravaged his ass with my tongue; licking, sucking and tongue-fucking for all I was worth, which was a lot. Twenty minutes worth perhaps. I lost track of time immersed in his wonderful ass; feeling him tremble and hearing his moans as I sunk my tongue in again and again, back and forth; lapping like a hungry dog licking the last scraps from the bowl.

I crawled on top of him, kissing my way back up his back to his neck as I pressed my hard dick into his hole. Yeah, I know, condoms and all that but I wasn't thinking. I was caught up in the moment. Plus, the moment my cock-head breached his sphincter, I knew there was no turning back. It just felt way too good. It was like a silky cocoon, perfectly molding to my size and shape. I locked my lips on his as I shoved all the way in. He moaned and writhed beneath me, pushing back onto my dick.

"You really want this dick, don't you?"

"Yes, Calvin. Fuck me, fuck me now!" he demanded in harsh whispers.

I gave him what he wanted; what we both wanted. He gasped and clawed the sheets as I dug into him, at first slow and sensual with tender kisses against the back of his neck then more forcefully, drilling into him. The shampoo fragrance of his hair filled my lungs as I tongued his ear, holding him close as I returned to a more gentle pace. Slowly, I rolled onto my side, taking Dee with me.

I clamped my lips over his; picking up the pace again until I was crashing into him. I held his leg aloft as my balls practically slapped against his from the way I was ramming into him. He stroked his hard cock, moaning into my mouth louder, harder and deeper.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna...cum!" he gasped, tearing his lips from mine as his cock shot thick ropes of white cream over his toned, brown torso.

I guided his lips back to mine; thrusting ever more fervently as the sensation of his hot, wet asshole had me on the verge of orgasm. I pulled out, howling as I sprayed thick white streaks of cum over his balls and thigh. I quickly reinserted myself into the hot depths and resumed fucking him with slow, gentle thrusts until my dick wilted and slipped from his asshole.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Best dick I've had in a while," he admitted.

"So does that mean I can stay the night?"

He laughed then pulled me into another passionate kiss.

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