by Khari D. Hawke
Ok so what do I do first, I need to straighten up, I’m still cooking, and I need to take a shower and I have company comin. So I dash my ass into the living room and straighten it up, sprayed some air freshener and started vacuuming. As I finished and turned the vacuum off I turned around and guess who’s standing in my door way posted up on a wall, watching me…Yep you got it right…Carlos.
“Wassup man, what you getting it all bitchy fresh up in here for, you havin company?” he said sarcastically.
“Oh so I guess we just lettin ourselves in to peoples houses now huh?” I replied back.
“Nigga I got a key so I coulda just let myself in but I didn’t have to, you left the door open so I let myself in. Damn is that a problem? Do I need to go back out and knock?” he asked defensively.
“Nah you’re in now fool…kick ya shoes off, get comfortable cuz I’m about to get my ass in the shower and I got some hot wings in the kitchen so help yourself.” I answered
“That’s wassup…get that booty clean nigga…” Carlos said as he laughed and literally took his shoes off and started towards the kitchen.
Ok…am I really trippin or did he just tell me to wash my ass? Ok I know what he just said but imma let that shit ride since I been knowin this nigga for a while and that’s just how he talks. As I enter my sanctuary (bed room) I began to strip down as I head to turn on the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself since I have a house guest and I didn’t really wanna start nothing if there was going to be anything before I took a shower. I walked back into the bed room, shower still running and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. I reached down in my bottom drawer to get a wife beater and for some reason I was having trouble finding one. As im digging I felt something touch my ass. As I calmly look behind me it’s Carlos standing there with a devilish grin and his tongue sticking out.
“Nigga what the fuck are you doin? I shouted as I jumped up startled.
“Nothin I just saw ya ass in the air and thought I’d help myself.” Carlos replied still laughing. “Nah but for real…do you have any ranch dressing?” he asked in a more serious tone.
“Nigga the ranch is in the refrigerator where it always has been and what’s with all of these ass comments? Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked almost teasing but serious.
“Awe hell naw! I aint with that homo shit boss! You know I gets madd pussy! Shit did you forget that time you let me use your crib and I told you to sneak in and watch cuz I liked being watched?” He asked as he seriously defended his manhood.
“Nah I haven’t forgotten.” I said just to ease the situation because I could tell that he was really getting serious.
“And I was beatin that shit up wasn’t I? He asked
“I aint gon’ lie, I felt sorry for the po’girl on my couch with her body posted up on her neck and yo monster ass was buried deep as hell in her.” I replied and I reminisced on that day and how I wished I could have seen his dick but there was really no way for me to. I think he did that shit just so I could watch him but he wanted to tease me at the same time. Shit he did a helluva job at that!
“Nigga get out so I can go take my shower” I said as I pushed him by the arm towards my door and we went the rest of the way out the door laughing because he felt validated by my response and his ego had been stroked.
As I got in the shower I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day and how badly I wanted to call Terrell and tell him that I was sorry and that I didn’t want to fight anymore…lol. Damn I really am trippin (I thought to myself) it really does sound like I’m making this shit much more that it really is. He’s my barber and I’m one of his many clients. So nothing makes me more special. Wait a minute….something better make me more special! I wonder how many of his other clients have gotten the same treatment that I do. “C’mon Trey snap out of it.” I said to myself as I tried to change the subject in my mind. Then I started to visualize Carlos in the living room. He looked really good today, clean shaven with that smooth brown skin and he knew exactly what he was doing walkin up in here with some jogging pants on and nothing under them. I could see that familiar print that I noticed during PT. As I continue to think about him and lather my body in soap I noticed that my nipples were hard. Then I rubbed down and my dick is standing at attention. Luckily for me Im not the type to beat off in the shower cuz I woulda blew the roof off this mutha fuck with the nutt I got built up in me. So I completed my shower and got dressed and entered the living room to find Carlos sitting on the couch browsing through my flick collection.
“Man why you been holdin out on me?” “You didn’t tell me you had a collection like this! Man you got all the booty talks and everything…damn! I’m bout to pop one of these in. I made you a plate man…it’s in the microwave.” He said as he approached the DVD player and inserted a movie. I just attempted to blow it off and walk into the kitchen and get my plate. I decided to stay in the kitchen and eat because there was just too much sexual tension in the house right now and as bad as I want Carlos I know that I really cant do it. I work with him. I’m his supervisor. We both serve our country! In the United States Military! The home of the “Don’t ask Don’t tell policy!” So I stayed in the kitchen and stood at the counter and ate. As I walked back into the living room Carlos yelled out,
“Damn look at the ass on this bitch boss! She got a fat ass!”
“Yeah that mutha fucka is huge my nigga! I don’t think I would handle all that personally!” I replied.
“Sheeeeeiiiiiittt! I could! I wish I had a bitch over here right now! I would stick my dick in her throat and gag her!” he said in a very sexually vulgar type of way.
I think it just turned me on though. There was something about him talking dirty and raunchy that was a turn on to me. As I sat down on the couch next to him I was thinking of what I could say to respond to that statement. I mean…it really doesn’t need a “bitch” to come over when he has everything that he wants sitting right next to him.
“Yo do you mind if I turn these lights off boss? He asked in a very calm tone.
“I don’t care…that’s just less I’ll have to pay on my light bill.” I stated cheaply.
As he stood up I expected to see a hard print but I didn’t. I was really wondering what was good with his dick for real now because the way that he was talking he sounded like he was hot and ready for $5.99…lol.
So I relaxed on the couch as he returned. I was wearing nothing but my t-shirt and boxer briefs and I was kinda glad that the light was off because I was beginning to get excited thanks to the flick playing and the fact that I was sitting next to a fine brutha who’s sexiness seemed to be in super mode that night. Instead of sitting on the other end of the couch, he sat down on the very next pillow just disrespecting the hell outta my man space. Not that I wanted any space between us but still…He just sat there for a sec watching the flick as I watched him out of my peripheral and nothing seemed to be happening. But for some reason I had a feeling that something was about to happen. I don’t know where I got this feeling from but I just had that feeling.
“Yo boss.” He said breaking the ice.
“Whats good man? I answered as I turned to face him.
“Yo promise me you wont be mad at me.” He said lookin me in my face.
“Mad at you? What do you mean?” I asked back inquisitively
Just as I thought he was about to answer he grabbed the back of my head and planted a kiss on me so passionately that I was lightheaded when he let go.
“That’s what I mean! I’ve been wanting to do that for so long but I just couldn’t build up enough courage to do it. I hope ur not mad.” He said lookin at me lickin his lips ever so lightly.
I wanted to say, “Hell nah I aint mad! I think your tongue just found it’s new home…my mouth! But I kept it cool and soothed him at the same time.
“Nah I aint mad man…I just don’t know if this is cool man! I mean, we work so close together and I just don’t want no problems with the job and with you if you’re ever mad at me for some reason or vice versa. I don’t know…I mean…I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.” I rambled.
“Aight since the ice is already broken nigga, I see you lookin at me. You don’t think I noticed you lookin at me at pt? and that time you let me sleep at work during the holiday when we were on minimum manning day and it was just the two of us? I still remember I woke up and my dick was rock hard and you were jus sitting at your desk pretending not to be workin but you were lookin; I caught you.” He said grinning at me.
Startled and shocked I really didn’t know what to say! This nigga really dug deep for this one…lol.
“Why didn’t you say something then?” I asked.
“Cuz man…I didn’t want you to reject me cuz I caught you!” “I just thought that you would deny that you was lookin and that would leave me out there lookin like an ass!” he answered.
Awweee. This fine assed nigga, too damn fined for T.V. has a complex with rejection. I think that is so sexy considering the fact that I would have turned my office into a porn studio and changed my name to “Pinky” for a day and let him ravish my body for all it was worth!
“So what now?” I asked at a loss for words.
“What do you mean what now? I don’t know what now…I aint never done no shit like this before!” He answered.
“Well you said you wished you had a bitch over here and you said what you would do to her if she was here…well…….” I said hesitantly
“I don’t wanna gag U! I want to to go slow with you! That was just some talk about a bitch that wouldn’t mean shit to me…but you…nah I couldn’t do that you u!” He replied.
I just looked at him as he responded to my proposition and he looked at me and grinned again and just began to kiss me passionately again. “I just wanna make it right with you man. Can we take it slow? I want this to last all night!” he said between kisses.
As I continued to kiss him I turned to face him and his body conformed to mine. As he lay between my legs and kissed me intensely I began to grab and pull at the back of t-shirt. I pulled it up over his head and threw it somewhere. Then I began to caress his back and sides and my legs began to tighten at his waist. There was so much passion in this room that is was unreal. Aside from the bitch moaning in the flick on the screen all I could hear was his deep voice growling and vibrating on my chest. I was precumin so badly that I thought I had pissed on myself. In the heat of passion I managed to lose my underwear and wife beater so I’m laying on the couch completely naked while this sexy beast it on top of me grinding into me and coating my mouth with his love. I took a second to pay attention to him grinding to see if I could feel his dick on me but I still couldn’t. That kinda threw me off and we had to fix this fast. I placed my hands in the back of his basket ball shorts and grabbed his ass. He flexed his ass muscles as I began to push him on to me harder. He was practically fucking me hard with his shorts on so I pulled my hands out and pulled down on them. He lifted up, tongue still in my throat and helped me get his shorts off. When we did get them off I felt something that felt like a damn snake or something drop down between my legs.
“What the fuck….hold on….sit up for a sec.” I said cuz I know I had to examine the dick first anyway.
“What??” he said as he sat back on his knee and his dick was hanging between his legs.
I sat up just enough to put my hand down there and felt from the base of the shaft which was almost too thick to grip and felt my way down for what seemed like forever.
“O hell naw…what you gon’ do with that nigga…damn how big is it?” I asked afraid and amazed at the same time.
“Awe man…c’mon…it’s nothing…and you’ll see. It’s not all the way hard yet.” He said smiling as he laid back on me and resumed tongue lashing my throat.
I was so turned on that I could have sworn my ass was already wet. Since I don’t get fucked on a reg it’s rare that I feel that sensation and that tingling but I think I was ready for him. I wanted him so bad I don’t think it mattered. I was so mentally enthralled that anything could have happened at that moment. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance of my ass. In my mind I wanted to stop him but I didn’t have to. He stopped himself and just left it there and began to kiss and rub me all over and before I knew it his muscle had filled every inch of my anal cavity and I loved it. He leaned over and began to tongue my neck so deeply that I almost passed out from the intensity. He whispered in my ear “I’m all yours” and began to slow stroke me like we were made for each other. As he stroked and kissed I thought my chest was going to explode. I held on to his lats and rubbed down to his tiny waist and back up. We were making pure love. If love ever existed in a fleshly form…we were it. His dick was so big, and so good, and so hard and so a perfect fit that I would have married him right then if he asked. He just kept whispering in my ear callin me baby while he massaged the walls within me. I couldn’t help but love it. He was so hard on the outside but showing me the soft and gentle giant inside him while he connected with my soul. He reached back and held my thigh and slid his hand down to my waist for leverage as he began to dick me in a circular rhythm. It felt so good I had to cry out…”Damn nigga” as I reached up and rubbed his chest and down his abs to his waist. I looked up at him and he was looking at me. As our eyes met he laid back down and began to kiss me again. He wrapped his arms underneath my back and grabbed my shoulders. As I reached up to hold on to him in the same manner he began to dig in me faster, deeper, harder. With one hand across his back and the other hand on the back of his neck while we continued to tongue fight this nigga fucked the life out of me. Every stroke seemed to get deeper and stronger. It was as if he was getting stronger by the stroke. Oh my God I can’t take it baby…he said as he looked me in the eyes again I felt the girth of his shaft thicken and his pace began to multiply. I looked at him in the face and he looked back as he began to unleash inside of me.
“I love you nigga…I always have…” he said as he filled my insides with his passion spray. I instantly began to come while our stomachs were together and before I knew it…
“I love you too!” blurted out of my mouth!
I mean…I’m telling the truth! I have always had feelings for this nigga but never thought I would be in the situation to tell him how I felt. Fuck…the heat of passion is a mutha fucka…what is happening to me?
Just then there was a knock at the door…….
Stay Tuned.
Ok so what do I do first, I need to straighten up, I’m still cooking, and I need to take a shower and I have company comin. So I dash my ass into the living room and straighten it up, sprayed some air freshener and started vacuuming. As I finished and turned the vacuum off I turned around and guess who’s standing in my door way posted up on a wall, watching me…Yep you got it right…Carlos.
“Wassup man, what you getting it all bitchy fresh up in here for, you havin company?” he said sarcastically.
“Oh so I guess we just lettin ourselves in to peoples houses now huh?” I replied back.
“Nigga I got a key so I coulda just let myself in but I didn’t have to, you left the door open so I let myself in. Damn is that a problem? Do I need to go back out and knock?” he asked defensively.
“Nah you’re in now fool…kick ya shoes off, get comfortable cuz I’m about to get my ass in the shower and I got some hot wings in the kitchen so help yourself.” I answered
“That’s wassup…get that booty clean nigga…” Carlos said as he laughed and literally took his shoes off and started towards the kitchen.
Ok…am I really trippin or did he just tell me to wash my ass? Ok I know what he just said but imma let that shit ride since I been knowin this nigga for a while and that’s just how he talks. As I enter my sanctuary (bed room) I began to strip down as I head to turn on the shower. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself since I have a house guest and I didn’t really wanna start nothing if there was going to be anything before I took a shower. I walked back into the bed room, shower still running and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs. I reached down in my bottom drawer to get a wife beater and for some reason I was having trouble finding one. As im digging I felt something touch my ass. As I calmly look behind me it’s Carlos standing there with a devilish grin and his tongue sticking out.
“Nigga what the fuck are you doin? I shouted as I jumped up startled.
“Nothin I just saw ya ass in the air and thought I’d help myself.” Carlos replied still laughing. “Nah but for real…do you have any ranch dressing?” he asked in a more serious tone.
“Nigga the ranch is in the refrigerator where it always has been and what’s with all of these ass comments? Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked almost teasing but serious.
“Awe hell naw! I aint with that homo shit boss! You know I gets madd pussy! Shit did you forget that time you let me use your crib and I told you to sneak in and watch cuz I liked being watched?” He asked as he seriously defended his manhood.
“Nah I haven’t forgotten.” I said just to ease the situation because I could tell that he was really getting serious.
“And I was beatin that shit up wasn’t I? He asked
“I aint gon’ lie, I felt sorry for the po’girl on my couch with her body posted up on her neck and yo monster ass was buried deep as hell in her.” I replied and I reminisced on that day and how I wished I could have seen his dick but there was really no way for me to. I think he did that shit just so I could watch him but he wanted to tease me at the same time. Shit he did a helluva job at that!
“Nigga get out so I can go take my shower” I said as I pushed him by the arm towards my door and we went the rest of the way out the door laughing because he felt validated by my response and his ego had been stroked.
As I got in the shower I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day and how badly I wanted to call Terrell and tell him that I was sorry and that I didn’t want to fight anymore…lol. Damn I really am trippin (I thought to myself) it really does sound like I’m making this shit much more that it really is. He’s my barber and I’m one of his many clients. So nothing makes me more special. Wait a minute….something better make me more special! I wonder how many of his other clients have gotten the same treatment that I do. “C’mon Trey snap out of it.” I said to myself as I tried to change the subject in my mind. Then I started to visualize Carlos in the living room. He looked really good today, clean shaven with that smooth brown skin and he knew exactly what he was doing walkin up in here with some jogging pants on and nothing under them. I could see that familiar print that I noticed during PT. As I continue to think about him and lather my body in soap I noticed that my nipples were hard. Then I rubbed down and my dick is standing at attention. Luckily for me Im not the type to beat off in the shower cuz I woulda blew the roof off this mutha fuck with the nutt I got built up in me. So I completed my shower and got dressed and entered the living room to find Carlos sitting on the couch browsing through my flick collection.
“Man why you been holdin out on me?” “You didn’t tell me you had a collection like this! Man you got all the booty talks and everything…damn! I’m bout to pop one of these in. I made you a plate man…it’s in the microwave.” He said as he approached the DVD player and inserted a movie. I just attempted to blow it off and walk into the kitchen and get my plate. I decided to stay in the kitchen and eat because there was just too much sexual tension in the house right now and as bad as I want Carlos I know that I really cant do it. I work with him. I’m his supervisor. We both serve our country! In the United States Military! The home of the “Don’t ask Don’t tell policy!” So I stayed in the kitchen and stood at the counter and ate. As I walked back into the living room Carlos yelled out,
“Damn look at the ass on this bitch boss! She got a fat ass!”
“Yeah that mutha fucka is huge my nigga! I don’t think I would handle all that personally!” I replied.
“Sheeeeeiiiiiittt! I could! I wish I had a bitch over here right now! I would stick my dick in her throat and gag her!” he said in a very sexually vulgar type of way.
I think it just turned me on though. There was something about him talking dirty and raunchy that was a turn on to me. As I sat down on the couch next to him I was thinking of what I could say to respond to that statement. I mean…it really doesn’t need a “bitch” to come over when he has everything that he wants sitting right next to him.
“Yo do you mind if I turn these lights off boss? He asked in a very calm tone.
“I don’t care…that’s just less I’ll have to pay on my light bill.” I stated cheaply.
As he stood up I expected to see a hard print but I didn’t. I was really wondering what was good with his dick for real now because the way that he was talking he sounded like he was hot and ready for $5.99…lol.
So I relaxed on the couch as he returned. I was wearing nothing but my t-shirt and boxer briefs and I was kinda glad that the light was off because I was beginning to get excited thanks to the flick playing and the fact that I was sitting next to a fine brutha who’s sexiness seemed to be in super mode that night. Instead of sitting on the other end of the couch, he sat down on the very next pillow just disrespecting the hell outta my man space. Not that I wanted any space between us but still…He just sat there for a sec watching the flick as I watched him out of my peripheral and nothing seemed to be happening. But for some reason I had a feeling that something was about to happen. I don’t know where I got this feeling from but I just had that feeling.
“Yo boss.” He said breaking the ice.
“Whats good man? I answered as I turned to face him.
“Yo promise me you wont be mad at me.” He said lookin me in my face.
“Mad at you? What do you mean?” I asked back inquisitively
Just as I thought he was about to answer he grabbed the back of my head and planted a kiss on me so passionately that I was lightheaded when he let go.
“That’s what I mean! I’ve been wanting to do that for so long but I just couldn’t build up enough courage to do it. I hope ur not mad.” He said lookin at me lickin his lips ever so lightly.
I wanted to say, “Hell nah I aint mad! I think your tongue just found it’s new home…my mouth! But I kept it cool and soothed him at the same time.
“Nah I aint mad man…I just don’t know if this is cool man! I mean, we work so close together and I just don’t want no problems with the job and with you if you’re ever mad at me for some reason or vice versa. I don’t know…I mean…I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.” I rambled.
“Aight since the ice is already broken nigga, I see you lookin at me. You don’t think I noticed you lookin at me at pt? and that time you let me sleep at work during the holiday when we were on minimum manning day and it was just the two of us? I still remember I woke up and my dick was rock hard and you were jus sitting at your desk pretending not to be workin but you were lookin; I caught you.” He said grinning at me.
Startled and shocked I really didn’t know what to say! This nigga really dug deep for this one…lol.
“Why didn’t you say something then?” I asked.
“Cuz man…I didn’t want you to reject me cuz I caught you!” “I just thought that you would deny that you was lookin and that would leave me out there lookin like an ass!” he answered.
Awweee. This fine assed nigga, too damn fined for T.V. has a complex with rejection. I think that is so sexy considering the fact that I would have turned my office into a porn studio and changed my name to “Pinky” for a day and let him ravish my body for all it was worth!
“So what now?” I asked at a loss for words.
“What do you mean what now? I don’t know what now…I aint never done no shit like this before!” He answered.
“Well you said you wished you had a bitch over here and you said what you would do to her if she was here…well…….” I said hesitantly
“I don’t wanna gag U! I want to to go slow with you! That was just some talk about a bitch that wouldn’t mean shit to me…but you…nah I couldn’t do that you u!” He replied.
I just looked at him as he responded to my proposition and he looked at me and grinned again and just began to kiss me passionately again. “I just wanna make it right with you man. Can we take it slow? I want this to last all night!” he said between kisses.
As I continued to kiss him I turned to face him and his body conformed to mine. As he lay between my legs and kissed me intensely I began to grab and pull at the back of t-shirt. I pulled it up over his head and threw it somewhere. Then I began to caress his back and sides and my legs began to tighten at his waist. There was so much passion in this room that is was unreal. Aside from the bitch moaning in the flick on the screen all I could hear was his deep voice growling and vibrating on my chest. I was precumin so badly that I thought I had pissed on myself. In the heat of passion I managed to lose my underwear and wife beater so I’m laying on the couch completely naked while this sexy beast it on top of me grinding into me and coating my mouth with his love. I took a second to pay attention to him grinding to see if I could feel his dick on me but I still couldn’t. That kinda threw me off and we had to fix this fast. I placed my hands in the back of his basket ball shorts and grabbed his ass. He flexed his ass muscles as I began to push him on to me harder. He was practically fucking me hard with his shorts on so I pulled my hands out and pulled down on them. He lifted up, tongue still in my throat and helped me get his shorts off. When we did get them off I felt something that felt like a damn snake or something drop down between my legs.
“What the fuck….hold on….sit up for a sec.” I said cuz I know I had to examine the dick first anyway.
“What??” he said as he sat back on his knee and his dick was hanging between his legs.
I sat up just enough to put my hand down there and felt from the base of the shaft which was almost too thick to grip and felt my way down for what seemed like forever.
“O hell naw…what you gon’ do with that nigga…damn how big is it?” I asked afraid and amazed at the same time.
“Awe man…c’mon…it’s nothing…and you’ll see. It’s not all the way hard yet.” He said smiling as he laid back on me and resumed tongue lashing my throat.
I was so turned on that I could have sworn my ass was already wet. Since I don’t get fucked on a reg it’s rare that I feel that sensation and that tingling but I think I was ready for him. I wanted him so bad I don’t think it mattered. I was so mentally enthralled that anything could have happened at that moment. He placed the head of his dick at the entrance of my ass. In my mind I wanted to stop him but I didn’t have to. He stopped himself and just left it there and began to kiss and rub me all over and before I knew it his muscle had filled every inch of my anal cavity and I loved it. He leaned over and began to tongue my neck so deeply that I almost passed out from the intensity. He whispered in my ear “I’m all yours” and began to slow stroke me like we were made for each other. As he stroked and kissed I thought my chest was going to explode. I held on to his lats and rubbed down to his tiny waist and back up. We were making pure love. If love ever existed in a fleshly form…we were it. His dick was so big, and so good, and so hard and so a perfect fit that I would have married him right then if he asked. He just kept whispering in my ear callin me baby while he massaged the walls within me. I couldn’t help but love it. He was so hard on the outside but showing me the soft and gentle giant inside him while he connected with my soul. He reached back and held my thigh and slid his hand down to my waist for leverage as he began to dick me in a circular rhythm. It felt so good I had to cry out…”Damn nigga” as I reached up and rubbed his chest and down his abs to his waist. I looked up at him and he was looking at me. As our eyes met he laid back down and began to kiss me again. He wrapped his arms underneath my back and grabbed my shoulders. As I reached up to hold on to him in the same manner he began to dig in me faster, deeper, harder. With one hand across his back and the other hand on the back of his neck while we continued to tongue fight this nigga fucked the life out of me. Every stroke seemed to get deeper and stronger. It was as if he was getting stronger by the stroke. Oh my God I can’t take it baby…he said as he looked me in the eyes again I felt the girth of his shaft thicken and his pace began to multiply. I looked at him in the face and he looked back as he began to unleash inside of me.
“I love you nigga…I always have…” he said as he filled my insides with his passion spray. I instantly began to come while our stomachs were together and before I knew it…
“I love you too!” blurted out of my mouth!
I mean…I’m telling the truth! I have always had feelings for this nigga but never thought I would be in the situation to tell him how I felt. Fuck…the heat of passion is a mutha fucka…what is happening to me?
Just then there was a knock at the door…….
Stay Tuned.
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