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“I think you ain’t ready for it.”
“Yeah, a’ight. Whatever you say.”
“It’s what I know, baby.” She spins outta my arms, then backs her ass back up into my crotch. A Lil’ Kim joint starts playing and this sexy thing-thing starts getting all nasty with it. And all this humping and grinding is doing is making me hornier by the minute. So fucking horny that I’m ready to bust in my drawers.
I pull her into me real close, then lean into her ear. She slips a hand in back of her and starts tryna grab at my dick. I almost nut on the spot as the base of my dick presses my clit.
“Ma, real shit. You mad sexy. I wanna fuck you, yo.”
“Then fuck me,” she demands. Her bluntness shocks me at first, but it doesn’t take me long to quickly recover. It’s game on, yo. Right here in the dark corner of the club I’ma ’bout to bust her pussy open. I remove my hand from her waist, glancing around the club to see who’s peepin’ us. No one, so it’s all gravy. We ’bout to get our fuck on. I quickly unzip my jeans, then reach inside the opening of my boxers and fish my thick, eight-inch dark brown dick out—it’s smaller than the one I usually pack. But it’s still thick enough to bust her guts out. It’s smooth, not too veiny, and matches the color of my skin almost perfectly.
She tries to reach for it in back of her. She wants to stroke it, but I shove her hand away, dipping at the knees. I brush my thumb over her slit, then dip the tip of it in. She’s so wet. I grip my shit and circle her sticky lips and opening with the head. She moans over the music.
And I don’t give a fuck who hears her. This pussy is ’bout to be mine for the night. I keep teasing her slit, circling the hole of her pussy with my dick. I bring my thumb up to her mouth, circling and teasing it the same way I’m doing her cunt. She sucks it into her mouth as if she’s sucking my dick. Finally, I give in, giving her this dick. I push it into the back of her ready pussy, slowly. Then grab her hips and pull her toward me, forcing my whole dick in. I hear her gasp as Soulja Boy’s “Tear It Up” starts playing. I grind into her pussy.
“Mmmmph…fuck me!”
“This what you want?” I growl into her ear over the music. “This hard dick?”
“Yes! Fuck me!”
I grab her by the waist and ram my dick in her. She’s handling it like a pro, giving it as good as she’s getting it, humping and pumping her hips. I repeatedly bang into her pussy—tip-to-base, tearing it up, nearly lifting her off the floor with each thrust. She bu
cks her ass, pushes me back up against the mirrors and rodeo rides my dick. To the drunken club-goers we simply look like two drunken heads freakin’ each other on the dance floor, not fucking our brains out.
Still, I peep a few heads stealing glances over at us, muhfuckas tapping their boys and nodding over toward us. But I ain’t sweating that shit. The only thing I’m tryna do is get this nut. She works my dick as I work her pussy. I can feel sweat on my neck and down the center of my muscled back. Her cunt grips my dick. I can feel her coming over the music. The bass, the rhythm, the lyrics, moving through her as her body shudders. Fast and hard, I cum with her, then hold onto her waist for a few extra minutes, grinding into her gooey center. She keeps dancing on my dick.
We stay in this position for another full song, rocking back and forth, trying to catch our breaths before I finally pull out and stuff my wet, sticky dick back in my boxers, then zip my jeans up. On some real shit, if this was poppin’ off under different conditions—with her knowing who and what I really am—I’d have her sucking my dick clean. But since it ain’t that kinda party, I gotta stick ‘n’ move. She pulls down her dress, then turns toward me. She has a fresh-fuck glow on her sweaty face.
She presses her moist lips up to my ear. “That was real good.”
“No doubt. You got some good pussy, ma.”
She grins. “And you got some real good dick. I’d like to get another round. You got a name?”
“It’s Reggie.”
“I’m Nicole.”
“That’s wassup.” I grab a chunk of her ass. “Yo, check it. I’ma ’bout to dip. But let me get them digits before I bounce.” She hits me with some dumb shit ’bout not giving her number out, but she’ll take mine. Yeah, whatever. The bitch let a random muhfucka fuck her on the dance floor, but she doesn’t give out her digits. Go figure. It ain’t no biggie, though. I already got what I wanted. My dick wet. And there ain’t gonna be no second rounds. There never is. “You know what, yo. Don’t sweat it.”
I lean in and give her a kiss on the cheek. She says some other shit, but I done already started blocking her out. The only thing on my mind now is getting in my whip so I can finish stroking out the rest of this nut.
She blows me a kiss, then dances off as I make my way through the crowd and out the door.
• • •
“Yo, muhfucka,” my boi Prince says, taking two pulls off the blunt we just rolled, then passing it to me, “you stay stylin’, son.”
“Nah, my niggah, real shit,” I say laughing at her. It’s a little after twelve in the afternoon. We’re chilling at my crib, smoking a blunt and eating shrimp. And I just finished telling her what popped off down at the club last night. Prince and I been mad cool for like fifteen years, around the same time we both came out to our families. I was fifteen. She was like sixteen going on seventeen.
Anyway, it wasn’t really no surprise to my fam when I tol’?’em I was gay since I stayed rockin’ baggy jeans, Timbs and wife beaters. And my ponytail stayed stuffed up under a fitted hat. Or I stayed posted up in a pair of baggy sweats and a hoodie and sneakers. I wasn’t beat for nothin’ girly. Give me a football or a basketball over some Barbie dolls and makeup and I was good.
My moms said she already knew it. Shit. I guess even if she didn’t already know, she woulda known for sure after walking in on me and seeing me rocking a pair of men’s boxers with a seven-inch dick hanging outta the flap of them.
I had been experimenting for a minute with harnesses and dildos, and had even started wearing them to school, which is what I was preparing to do the morning my moms walked in. For weeks, I’d been alternating from jock-style to thong-style harnesses tryna decide which one was really the most comfortable fit for me. I’d like them both, for different reason. And this particular day, I’d chosen the jock-style harness under my boxers.
I was standing in front of the mirror, my gaze fixed on my reflection, upward curved dick hanging outta the slit of my boxers, my hand gripped around it. I was standing there grinding it into my hand, imagining I was fucking some pussy. I was getting juicier by the minute as I stroked my thick black dick, the harness rubbing up against my clit. My legs were cocked open as I fucked my hand. I let out a deep moan as I bust my nut.
