Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 21:46:37 +1200
From: Anfernee Williamson <wildstyle@iname.com>
Subject: The Afficial Nastee

This file depicts sexual acts between guys. If that shit turns you off, or
you find it offensive, then how did you turn up here?!

The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but they aint
real. You are. Practice safe sex.

The following story is a fantasy involving two of the members of rap group
Onyx; Fredro Starr and Sticky Fingaz. The key word there is fantasy, I aint
got no idea if their gay, and this story in no way reflects on their
sexuality (as far as I know).

I dont think it needs to be said, but there it is.

Questions, comments, ideas more than welcome at
"wildstyle@iname.com". Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click.
(c) 28 June, 1998

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THE AFFICIAL NASTEE
another Wildstyle tip


"Aiight, aiight. New game."

Fredro watched Sticky suck another tight breath of weed, blowing out a lazy
breath. The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped
lounge. It was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a
short lamp. The dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was
comfortable.

"Check dis." Sticky propped himself up onto his elbow on the messed
bed. Fredro took the offered blunt, passing the bottle in exchange. "Truth
or dare. Yo know it?"

Fredro nodded.

"You say truth or dare," Sticky explained, upright on the bed, bottle
propped between his legs like a phalic object. "Truth, yo get axed a
question an' yo aint allowed to lie. Dare, you gotta do whatever da other
nigga says. Aiight?"

"Yeah, aiight."

Fredro puffed a short breath, watching Sticky from the only seat in the
lounge.  "Yo aint allowed to lie, aiight?"

"Yeah," Fredro managed a tight grin. "I heard da rules nigga..."

"Aiight, well, cause Im phat like dat, Ima let yo go first." The stockier
black took the blunt back from his friend. "I choose truth."

Fredro paused. "Any question?"

"Yeah. Any question."

"Aiight..."

Fredro paused in thought for a moment, eying his friend on the bed across
from where he sat. It wasnt cold in the small flat, but Sticky was still
dressed in his urban styles; oversized black jeans, fatigue shirt and
padded black vest. A black woollen beanie completed his look, pulled tight
over his bald head.

"Aiight. Yo know that tape of Sonee's yo lost. What really happened to it?"

Sticky grinned slightly, flicking blunt ash. He muttered slightly, glancing
back up at Fredro. "It got fucked up in the deck. But yo know I wasnt gonna
tell him dat."

Fredro smiled back, nodding. "Yeah I KNEW that! Had to be that, man!"

"Yo KNOW it was his fav. I wasnt gonna tell him I stuffed dat shit up."
Sticky stared at the dull glow of the blunt. "Aiight, what yo choosin'?
Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Fredro gave him a short nod. Dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt,
and baggy jeans he didnt look too far amiss from his stocky friend. Sticky
pondered slightly.

"Ever swiped money from yo moms?"

"Nah."

Sticky gave him a grin, sucking on the blunt again. "Yo spose to answer da
truth, nigga."

"Yo, it IS." Fredro replied back, more forcably. His stockier friend looked
doubting.

"Sheeet. Yo aint never? Damn." Sticky chuckled. "Ok, truth."

Fredro gave it some thought, leaning back in the chair, both hands on to
top of the bottle. "Damn I dunno....this game is shit."

"Cmon, nigga! Anything."

Fredro stared across the dim lounge. After a moment, he shot a
question. "You ever stolen from Joes?"

Sticky almost blanched, giving the shorter Fredro a shove. "Ah sheeet
nigga! Yo already KNOW da answer to dat. Gimme a real damn question."

"You didnt say it had to be one you didnt know da answer to. Go. Truth."

Sticky shook his head, disappointed and muttering. "Aiight. Cheap
mahfucka.....Im gonna up these stakes nigga. Check dis. Yo a virgin?"

Fredros eyes bugged a little. "What?!"

"Yo heard me bitch. Yo a virgin?" Sticky asked as Fredro stuttered a
little, rubbing his hand over his bald dome. "Well, yo axin' dumb questions
yo already know da answers to. SOMEONE gotta axe sumpin' decent."

Fredro sucked at his full lower lip, his face set. Sticky shoved him again.

"Answer up, nigga."

Fredro shot back a hard look. His light skinned face, high cheekbones and
thick lips never looked more intimidating. A slight sheen had already
gathered on his dome as he sucked up the courage to admit.

"Yeah."

Sticky grinned widely, puffing out another billow of smoke. "What? I didnt
hear yo nigga."

"Yeah. Im a fuckin' virgin."

"See. Now you got da game correct. Truth."

Fredros face was still hard. He felt the sudden threat, of having his
secrets revealed, one by one. He could feel a nervious sweat gathering
under his heavy black sweatshirt. The short brothers mind flouded with
possible questions, anything to get back at Stickys embarrising
question. The virgin question in his case had already been more than
answered.

"How bigs your dick?"

Even asking the question flushed Fredro a little. He felt the sudden heat
of having asked the question of his close friend. Covering his own
embarrisement, he downed another swig of alcohol, feeling the warmth draw a
heaty sweat under his hoody.

"Soft or stiff?" Sticky grinned, grabbing a fistful of his baggy
groin. Fredro still felt the pain of his exposure, biting back quickly.

"Stiff motherfucka...."

Sticky breathed smoke, the billow misting the air lazily. "Eight inches."

Fredro gave an annoyed glance. Moreso from the stocky blacks seemingly cool
responce. His glance dropped ever so slightly as the answer sunk in. Sticky
leaned back on the bed, propping himself on his elbows, passing the blunt
back Fredros way. Fredro took it up, feeling like the loaded gun had been
turned back on him.

"Truth."

Sticky pondered a second as Fredro past the bottle. The shorter black
leaned forward on his elbows, glancing again, his eyes dropping away just
as quickly.  He prepared himself for the next question. The next
humiliation he thought, still stinging from the virgin question. At least
he knew the terms of the game now.

"How many times a day yo jack off, nigga?"

Fredro gave a calculated responce. "Three times. Maybe four." He quickly
shot back. "How many times you do it?"

The stocky black chuckled. "Yo, I didnt say truth or dare."

"Well, then?" Fredros face twisted in his usual annoyance. Sticky drew it
out, gulping from the bottle.

"Truth."

"Answer da question then, nigga. How many times you jack off a day?"

"Three or four. Like yo. Depends how horny I get fo' it." Sticky took
another gulp. Fredro knocked a little ash off the blunt, not smoking, still
sweating from the questions. The loaded gun was back on him again.

"Truth."

"Yo ever tasted yo own cum?"

Fredro froze. His cuss wasnt audible, but it was there. His light skinned
face was hard, his thick lips pursed in a tight grimace. He glanced away
from his interrogating friend, staring onto the darker side of the small
lounge. Under his sweatshirt, he felt like he was burning up. The room felt
way too hot.

"Yeah."

Sticky stayed thankfully silent, Fredro feeling the flush in his lean
cheeks. He felt like he had wasted his chance at get back on the last round
by shooting back Stickys question. The short black sucked back heavily on
the blunt, adding to the rooms slight haze.

"Aiight, nigga. Truth."

"You ever messed around with a guy?"

Fredro glanced up, not expecting the slight stumble from Sticky. "Nah." The
stocky youth came back stronger, with a half laugh. "Fuck off, nigga. I
aint screwed round wit' no niggas."

"Straight up?"

"Yeah. What da fuck is this game, huh? Lie or dare?" Sticky smoothed the
answer out, bolting back a mouthful of alcohol. "I aint lyin'. I aint never
messed wit' a guy."

Score one for the good guys, Fredro thought, almost smiling. The gun turned
back on him again, almost like some strange russian roulette of dark, deep
secrets.  The gun had finally gone off on Sticky that round. Fredro leaned
back into the seat, tugging at his sagging jeans a little. He tried a
different tack.

"Dare."

"I dare yo to take off yo shirt."

Fredro was taken aback a little but the quickness of the dare. Even the
nature of the dare. He shot it back quickly.

"I will if you take off yours too."

"Aiight."

Fredro paused slightly, but Sticky was already shrugging back his padded
vest, slipping it off his arms. Fredro followed suit, dragging his heavy
sweatshirt up off his chest. He paused slightly, not even knowing why, even
though he was a little shy at baring his chest to his friend. Sticky had
seen his naked torso a fair few times, but Fredros shy nature was still
there. He waited until Sticky had tossed aside his vest and started
unbuttoning his fatigue shirt before taking his own baggy white tshirt off.

The short black dropped the shirt down the side of the seat. He shuffled a
little, sitting back, then leaning forward as he tried to cover himself as
best he could without making it look obvious. Sticky was still undoing his
shirt, slowly revealing a stocky chest with each button. Fredro found
himself looking a little, puffing on the blunt as Sticky finished, pulling
the shirt back off stocky arms. Fredro tried not to stare, taking in
Stickys light skinned chest in slight glances.

Fredro felt the silence. The heat. Sticky gave him a lingering glance that
he could almost feel. The light skinned black wasnt as big as Sticky on
build, but in his early 20s, he was still carrying the athletic build of a
teenhood on the streets. Fredro felt his sweat drying a little, at least
slightly relieved at the change in temperature stripping off gave. Even if
Stickys gaze was a little uncomfortable in its place.

"Aiight. Where was we?" Sticky said. He grabbed up the bottle from where he
had put it down beside the bed. "Yo...me...yo...yeah. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Fredro was starting to feel that 'dare' was about as dangerous as
'truth'. He leaned back, trying to relax a little in his half naked state,
still feeling Stickys gaze. The short black returned it.

"Yo ever fantasized about messin' wit' guys when yo jacked off?"

Fredro sucked in a breath. Why the hell was he still playing this fucked up
game? He felt the sting again, hearing the liquid slosh in the bottle as
Sticky gulped again. He felt the heat returning again to his athletic
form. He coughed up the answer somehow.

"Yeah." He quickly eyed the bottle, wishing he had something to
down. Fredro quickly slicked the answer over before Sticky could say
anything else. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Fredro fought out quickly for something. Anything. "I dare you skull the
rest of that bottle." That coulda been better, he thought.

Sticky gave him a slight glance, lifting the bottle. There wasnt too much
left in the bottom, as he swilled it around a little. Sticky lifted back
the bottle, skulling the liquid slowly, but surely, gulp after gulp.

Fredro watched silently. He found himself looking Sticky over a little, the
stocky blacks eyes pinned on the ceiling as he drunk. Fredro eyes flashed
over those stocky shoulders, taking in the course underarm hair, where
Stickys arm held the bottle back up to his mouth. Those dark nipples, the
slight hint of hair between those pecs. Stickys stomach was the same stocky
build as the rest of his light skinned body. A thickish trail of course
backgrowing hair drew Fredros eyes down to the bulge in Stickys baggy
jeans. He couldnt get out of his mind his friends admittance to his size
there.

Fredro shifted a little, tugging at his own jeans, ashamed of the sudden
sturring in his groin. Sticky breathed a long breath, dropping the bottle
down the side of the bed. He gave Fredro a grin.

"Truth or dare?"

The short black wanted it to stop there. He paused slightly. Something made
him call "truth". His eyes fell on Stickys groin again slightly, seeing the
slight jut there, seemingly unknown or uncared by the stocky youth. Fredro
felt the gun turn again on him.

"Yo ever fantasized 'bout messin' wit' Sonee when yo jacked off?"

His heart thumped. Hard. Fredro felt the burn again, his throat dry. He
knew the answer. He didnt want to say that he had thought about their other
group member when he was doing it. Three or four times a day. Tasting his
own cum. While still a fucking virgin. His face twisted a little as he
admitted it, at almost a whisper. Fredro felt like a kid scorned.

"Yeah."

"Truth."

"You ever tasted your cum?" The question seemed to be enough. Fredro just
wanted to make Sticky feel the slight amount of discomfort he was
feeling. It didnt seem to work.

"Fuck off. Nah. I aint tasted dat shit." Fredro stayed silent, his high
cheekboned face still hard, his lips pursed in that hard grimace.

"Truth."

Sticky paused for a moment. Fredro felt his eyes again, feeling his cock
stirring uncomfortably in his jeans. His heart thumped in his chest, his
dick rising completely against his wants with each beat. The next question
came.  Fredro almost knew it.

"Yo ever fantasized about messin' wit' me when yo jacked off?"

Fredro looked Sticky straight in the eyes. He felt the uncomfortable size
of a full erection in his baggy jeans, his heart pounding like a drum. The
sweat was running off his slick dome as he glared almost definately.

"Yeah."

Sticky leaned forward, taking the blunt where Fredro had left it in the
ashtray.  He leaned back on the bed, puffing slightly, staying
silent. Fredro couldnt help notice in his extreme embarrisment the large
bulge that had risen in Stickys jeans. The stocky black looked as though he
was as erect as him.

"Truth."

Fredro stumbled with his question. "You ever thought about doing shit with
guys?"

"Nop." Sticky seemed still way too cool. It infuriated Fredro, the stocky
youth blowing another puff of the blunts smoke. Fredro shot back a venomous
reply.

"You fuckin' lying."

Sticky blew it off. "Nah I aint. We both tellin' da truth here, aint we?"

Fredro swept unknowingly with flow of the game, embarrised, sweating,
erect.  Angry. "Truth, motherfucka."

"Yo gay?"

"What the FUCK?!"

"I axed if yo was gay, nigga."

Fredros face twisted. He stumbled, all but spluttering. "I....ah....I
dont...."  He shook, barely able to speak. "I dont fuckin' know! NAH! What
the fuck?! I aint! I aint fuckin' gay!" Fredros athletic chest and
shoulders rose and fell quickly, slick with nervious sweat. He cussed at
Sticky, his face hard, twisted in an angry grimace. The fuming anger spoke
volumes beyond his stuttered lies.

"Dare."

"I dare you suck my fuckin' cock, you fuckin' bitch!"

Fredro froze. Sticky sat unmoving on the bed opposite him. The small, dark
lounge fell silent, save Fredros rasping pants. A long moment past before
Sticky let the smoke escape his lungs, drifting softly outwards. Fredro
took a gulp of air, his breathing calming slightly as he realised what he
had just said.

"Aiight."

Fredro stayed silent. His mind swum. He opened his mouth almost as if to
say something. Something stopped it as Sticky put the blunt back into the
ashtray.  Fredros mind scrambled to work out what had just passed in his
anger. Through the confusion he realised what he'd dared Sticky to do. And
that Sticky had said yes.

"Aiight...." Stickys voice was lower. Fredros cock throbbed in his baggy
jeans.  He hadnt misheard him. He felt like he had a crowbar stuck down the
front of his pants.

The stocky youth stood up, Fredros eyes following his movements
closely. Sticky nodded towards the bed slightly. "I cant get at yo joint in
dat seat. Sit on da bed."

Fredro stood up. He barely remembered doing it. He had no idea why he
had. He couldnt believe what he had said, still. He couldnt believe what he
was about to do. It was crazy! It had to be a mistake. He dared him to do
WHAT?! Part of Fredro held back, confused, slightly lost. Fearful. A
stronger part of him, a part that throbbed in his rock hard member, moved
him in front of his stocky friend.

Sticky put a hand on his athletic shoulder. It felt reassuring, dispite the
circumstances. Fredro felt those eyes, reassurance too, softer, that thick
black beanie still tight over his bald dome. Stickys hand drifted down his
back, motioning him towards the bed. Fire danced down his slicked body. A
shudder. A tight suck of air. Fredro sat down on the end of the bed where
Sticky had been for most the night.

"Yo....ah....yo dont have to do this dare, man..." Fredro found himself
stuttering. Sticky was already kneeling down at the foot of the bed. The
stockier black looked up at him.

"Nah, its all good, nigga. A dares a dare," Sticky stayed there silent a
moment, the silence slightly unnerving. "What? Yo dont think Im man enough
to do it? Dat it?"

"No. Its cool."

Fredros mind swum, saying yes and no at the same time. A million questions
ran through the short blacks brain. 'Hes doing it cause Im daring him
too?', 'Hes doing it cause he thinks Im gay?', 'Hes doing it cause he wants
to?' Stickys hand on his thigh silenced him mind a moment, overcoming it
with the arrousal and pleasure of the moment.

"Its cool, nigga," Sticky replied. His voice was low, his eyes moving
slowly.  "Open yo pants up fo' me...."

Fredros heart thumped as he slipped his hand onto his belt, undoing
it. Reason kept tugging him away from the act. His arrousal spoke louder,
made his fingers tug open his top button as Stickys hands moved to help
him. The many fantasies he had had of Sticky while jacking off flouded to
reality, throbbing in his erection. His heart thumped as Stickys hands too
over where his had slowed, opening his fly properly, tugging at his baggy
jeans and boxers.

"Sit up a bit, nigga."

Stickys voice was dead low. Shakey, his eyes pinned on his stocky friend,
Fredro moved up a little. Stickys firm hands eased down his boxers and
jeans. Fredros erection slipped into view as his pants went down his
thighs. Sticky kept pulling until he sat naked, his penis standing against
his stomach.

Fredro stayed silent. The fear and embarrisement of being exposed was
dulled by the arrousal of having his close friend before him. Stickys hands
ran lightning along his athletic thighs, drawing a shudder as they slipped
onto his hips.  Fredro watched silently, panting as Stickys hand slipped
around his throbbing six inches.

"Yo da bomb...." Sticky muttered, easing Fredro fully onto his back. Fredro
moaned as his stocky friend eased back his skins, moving into a better
position to suck him.

Fredro watched in silence, his mind now far past the point of protest or
reason.  All thought of the game, or the embarrisement, or anything slipped
from his mind as the pleasure of Stickys touch roamed his athletic body. He
found himself muttering words he couldnt remember, as Sticky squeezed his
skins upward again, drawing a drop of precum. Stickys strong hand slipped
between his thighs, cupping his balls, squeezing and working them, as his
head moved downward.

Fredro cussed, his light skinned face twisting a little. Stickys hot, wet
mouth moved down over his thick head, taking him in, slowly, drawing the
act out. The shorter black reached down, his hands seeking Stickys
shoulders and head, the source of his pleasure. Fredros hands pulled back
Stickys beanie, caressing his smooth, bald head as Stickys tongue caressed
his sexual head.

Stickys mouth moved down, swallowing in deep mouthfuls Fredros stiff
organ. The light skinned black groaned, almost in pain from his sudden
pleasure. Everything below the waist burned with warm, wet pleasure,
Stickys mouth, his hand stroking his cock, his hand rubbing his balls. His
mind was lost in the reality and fantasy of Stickys act. The stocky black
sucked more aggressively on his member, moving back to his head and down
again, in a noisey, tight suck.

"Im gonna nut bruddah," Fredro moaned. His hand was locked on Stickys
stocky shoulder, his other still smoothing over his bald dome. Fredro
muttered more urgently as Stickys mouth punished him sexually, stronger,
more firm. The strong slurping fulled the air as Sticky moved up and down
Fredros rigid flesh.

"Yo Sticky! Ease up! Ah damn, bro! Im gonna nut!"

Fredros face twisted, his hips squirming under Sticky as his peak rose
sharply within him. A sudden, wet release fulled his body with warmth,
releasing tension, the anger, a thick rope of white sperm. Stickys mouth
opened, swallowing cock and semen as it squirted in rhymic streams of
manhood. Fredros hands were locked onto his stocky friend as he came, his
mouth moaning, muttering in the pleasure of release. He slowed, Stickys
tongue still caressing his loosening member, taking cum.

Fredro lay naked, panting heavily, staring at the ceiling as he came to
terms with what had happened. What was going through his mind. How he had
ended up naked under his close friend. How he had fulled his mouth with his
cum. The weight of Stickys hot body against his drew his eyes to his
friends.

"Did yo like gettin' sucked by me an' nuttin' in my mouth?"

"Yeah." The shame of admitting wasnt there. Fredro felt the answer come
very easily.

Fredro felt Sticky all over him suddenly, for some reason, right then. He
was aware of Stickys hand on his chest, easing down onto the side of his
sweaty body. Aware that Sticky hadnt moved off him, of his eyes looking him
over slowly. Fredro left the silence of the moment alone, putting his hand
on Stickys slick shoulder, feeling his breathing, aware of his own, and his
second erection.

"Dare?" Fredro asked after a moment longer. Sticky looked up slightly,
matching the shorter youths gaze. He nodded.

"Drop yo pants?"

Sticky eased himself up, Fredro watching the stocky black closely as he
rose over him. Fredro found his hands moving quickly to help his friend
with his belt. The baggy jeans slipped away, Stickys eight inch penis
bowing forward under its heavy weight as he ditched his jeans. Fredro
shifted as Sticky eased him up the bed, lying with him finally, taking him
in his stocky arms.

"Dont say shit," Sticky whispered. Fredro slipped his hands onto Stickys
strong back. Shaking with his closeness, of his huge member pressed against
him, and his weight on his. "Yo dont gotta dare me nuthin'. Ima do what
ever yo want me to, nigga."

Fredros mind begged to ask Sticky, dare him, thinking somehow he
wouldnt. The thought must have crossed Stickys, or betrayed by Fredros
athletic form, or face. A moment later Stickys mouth eased onto his, his
hand stroking back over his bald dome. Fredro gripped him tight, as if not
wanting the reality of what was happening to escape him. Finally, it was
gonna happen. Finally, with the one person he only dreamed would do it.

Fredro went with the kisses, as Sticky claimed his thick lips. He felt his
stocky friends tongue ease between his lips, opening up a whole new
sensation and pleasure. Fredro opened his mouth wider, Stickys mouth moving
further in on his. He groaned, feeling Stickys huge member burn against his
own as the stocky youth moved on him.

Fredro surrendered himself totally to Sticky. Mouth, mind, body and soul.
Somewhere the movements became something more, sweaty bodies moving against
each other. What had started as a powerful blowjob had moved from sex to
love.  Fredros hands roamed all over Stickys firm body, onto his ass, back
up to his smooth head. Stickys mouth moved onto his neck, the wet pleasure
moving as unfelt sensations washed over Fredros athletic body.

"Take me nigga.....do it, man."

Sticky gazed up from kissing Fredros athletic chest. "Yo sure?"

"Yeah, Im sure." Fredro panted heavily, stroking Stickys stocky
shoulders. "I want yo too."

Sticky nodded slightly, muttering, kissing softly again at Fredros
nipple. His hand was there again, where it had been when he had sucked him
off. Stickys strong hand rubbed up over Fredros hairy balls, stroking
downward firmly. A finger slipped again into the smooth crack of his
ass. The sensation felt familiar, except this time there was no wet
pleasure burning in his cock, blinding the feelings. Stickys fingers
stroked and rubbed over that soft spot, moist with sweat.

Fredro moved up a little. Sticky gazed into his eyes again. His sweaty body
was between his widestread legs. Fredros eyes dropped, over sweaty, stocky
muscle.  Down to that hard organ, still stiff, glistening with
moisture. The shorter black reached out slowly, grasping that burning
brand, slipping his hand down its length. Sticky let out a moan,
shuddered. Fredro felt his hand move an eternity of thick heat, before he
felt the scratch of Stickys pubic hair.

Fredro slowly stroked Stickys length, feeling the wet under his palm,
smearing the youths juices about his broad head. Stickys foreskin stayed
back, tight, exposing his weeping eye, his arrousal and Fredros touch
making his dick drool.  Fredro felt Stickys fingers push, easing against
his sweaty hole. He gasped as Sticky moved forward, taking his lips in a
kiss again. His body responded to the small penetration as Stickys mouth
took his again.

Fredros hand delivered back the pleasure that his body felt, through his
slow moving hand that soon slurped Sticky length. His other hand roamed
hot, stocky flesh, over that slicked head. Stickys hot lips took his again,
still tasting and smelling of the alchole they had both been
drinking. Fredro felt his need and arrousal peaking as Stickys finger
probed deeper, suddenly sparking a blinding wave of pleasure through his
body.

The stocky black felt Fredros responce, easing back, watching his gasping
expression. Fredro was moaning, his athletic body writhing as that finger
rubbed firmly against his spot. Stickys hand rode gently up his body,
drawing further pleasure, as his finger drew a higher threshold deep in his
friends ass.

Fredro panted. His hand moved quickly, mindlessly on Stickys big
member. Their eyes connected, deeply, as they drew heavy pleasure on each
others bodies.  Fredros own eyes were wide, almost disbelieving as his
virginal senses were blinded by unfelt pleasures. Sticky looked back, his
gaze calm, stocky shoulders still heaving.

"Fuck!"

A glimpse of confusion past Fredros straining face, a brief taste of salt
past his lips, wet, almost overbaring. The realisation past over him as
another splash of hot cum trailed up his muscular form, catching him again
in the face.  Fredro stopped jacking Sticky, taken aback. It began to run
in quick drips down his body, from the stream streaked up his light skinned
body. Throbs of thick white added to the stream in lessening blows.

"Fuck," Sticky panted heavily. He gently wrapped his hand around Fredros,
easing it of his drooping cock. "Yo, Im sorry, nigga."

"Its cool," Fredro grinned, a glob of cum glistening on his high
cheekbone. "Ive fantasized about how much yo really cum too..."

"Stop fantasizin'...."

Fredro wrapped his arms around Stickys strong body, feeling the blacks
finger still deep in his ass. The stocky youth gently kissed the cum off
Fredros face.  Fredro took his chance, turning his head slightly, brushing
his lips against Stickys. The bigger youth eased his finger out of Fredros
hot center, smearing his ample stream of cum between them as he embraced
Fredro, taking his lips again.

The two kissed deeply again, lips meshing as each of them consumed the
others.  Fredro found his hands rubbing, gripping, his body responding
under Stickys with a powerful need. He felt the strength in Stickys thick
body, in his lips, personified in the huge cock that was again throbbing
against his stomach. So large, so capible, from the evidence smeared
between their bodies, surrounding them with the stench of sex.

Fredro groaned against Stickys mouth, disappointed slightly as his mouth
pulled from his. The warmth wandered his neck, licking slowly at that which
made his athletic chest sticky. Fredro muttered silently as those lips
kissed slowly down his body. His hands eased up onto Stickys bald head,
gently coaxing him downward. He watched as Stickys hot mouth lingered soft
pleasure on his stiffen organ, licked at his nuts.

Fredro felt his legs spread under his friends strong hands, a sudden, very
warm sensation against his ass. He heard the gentle sucking, knowing the
source of the pleasure; as always, Stickys hot mouth. His ass opened gently
under Stickys fingers, his tongue moving inward as it had on his
mouth. Warmth spread again through his light skinned body.

The warm around them was hot, their bodies sticky with semen and
sweat. Fredro remained silently, grunting quietly only now and then as
Sticky pushed both tongue and fingers deeper inside him. It seemed like an
eternity before Sticky moved back onto him. His weight pressed down on him
again, Stickys hand, wet with saliva and spit, working against his thick
member.

"Do it gentle, nigga..." Fredro found his mind almost trying to back out,
justifying and assuming. His physical and sexual needs spoke louder, his
hands tight on Stickys shoulders.

"Yeah, yo know I will, nigga. Just relax yo. It aint gonna hurt...I
promise."

Fredro found reassurance in those eyes again, in the soft skin under his
hands.  Already a new sensation burned against his stretched asshole, the
center between his widespread legs. The short black couldnt believe the
reality, but knew there was no other explaination. His mind paniced again,
spelling out the physical impossibilities poised at him.

He felt the tightening in Stickys strong body before the discomfort in his
ass.  Fredro grunted. Soothing words quickly followed, as Sticky kissed
against his lips, drawing him back into a warm, now familiar calm. Fredro
was lost again to those lips as muscles tightened, his asshole widening,
opening. His ass began to protest, Sticky slowing, stopping, then working
against him again, with strange skill.

Fredros hands gripped tightly against those hard muscles, feeling each push
within his embrace and against his ass. Something gave suddenly, Fredro
grunting hard against Stickys tight kiss. His ass clamped, tightening
against Stickys huge head as it popped inside his crushing right of
muscle. Fredro could smell the alchole again, as Sticky breathed heavily
through his nose, still kissing noisily at his thick lips.

Gentle motions slowly pressed that thick cock further, deeper. Fredro heard
Stickys whispers to relax again, as he broke the kiss, pushing a little
firmer.  Light skinned muscles tightened and relaxed as slowly Stickys
thick rod made its long passage.

"Open up fo' me, nigga," Fredro heard words take form in his strange mist
of pleasure and pain. The voice calmed him, familiar, the source of
pleasure and fantasy. "Let me in....yeah....Ima do it fo' yo smooth....open
up fo' me Shorty....yeah I know yo like dat name, huh?"

Something inside Fredro melted open to Stickys voice, his body, his spear
of thick flesh. The two youths gasped, as Stickys fat shaft glided smoothly
to burning depths inside Fredro. Everything seemed to pound to Fredros
senses, his heart, his cock. Against his chest, Stickys heart throbbed,
inside him, impossibly, his huge manhood, reminding Fredro of his presence
with every heartbeat.

"Yeah....yo like dat Shorty?" Sticky asked. His voice came as heavy and
ragged as Fredros, their bodies burning against each others. "Yo aiight
Shorty?"

"Yeah...."

"Did yo fantasize bout us doin' dis?"

Fredro nodded, sweat rolling of his bald head. "Yeah...."

Fredro gazed at those dark eyes again. Something made him pull his stocky
friend close, tight. His thick lips took Stickys again. There was no trace
of anger, doubt, fear. Only warmth, intense, throbbing pleasure. Fredro let
out moaned, barely ledgible words as Sticky began his gentle backstroke.

"I....love yo....damn...." Fredro clung to Sticky, calling again as he
began moving against him in a smooth, quicker rhythm.

"I know Shorty....Ima make love to yo in every way yo ever dreamed...."

Fredro felt the warmth of the sex taking him, fulling him like he was
slowly lying down in a hot tub. Stickys strong body moved over him, like
the same fluid motions of water. The short youth lay panting under him, as
Stickys penis rode the rhythmic motions of intercourse against his
asshole. His pants rose to match Stickys and the strokes of his dick inside
his tight center.

Fredro writhed as the motions increased. His body slowly opened more to
Stickys sex, as the stocky youth rode harder, faster. He kept his motions
controlled, easy, watching for discomfort. Sticky saw only the
unexplainable pleasure felt by a virgin losing his. Fredros mouth moved in
moans, unspoken words of pleasure, thanks, pleeding. His hands locked on
Stickys strong body as his friend muttered soft words, calling him "Shorty"
over and over.

Fredro felt the flames shooting over his body again and again as Stickys
fat member took his virginity. A sudden heat flared in his own, wetness
saturating him and Sticky in strong washes of warmth. Fredro felt Stickys
thick shaft in a new, unfelt light as his ring squeezed with each swift
wave of semen. He felt Stickys shifting length, his size, the gradual but
firm hardening and swelling.  A burst of fire took his insides, Sticky
groaning hard with his release above him.

Fredro felt as drained as his friend as the sex subsided. The warm burn of
liquid deep inside him fulled him in ways he never thought possible,
slowing after an eternity. The pleasure gave way to ragged pants, burning
sweat, slicked muscles. Fredros loose ass released that devirgining member
softly, caressing its long, loosening length, milking its cream.

"Fuck!" Sticky panted, lying with Fredro. "Ah fuck Shorty. Fuck I love
dat....fuck, I love YO....I shoulda worked dis shit outta yo soona,
nigga....I know we both needed dat shit..."

"Yo told me yo never though about guys," Fredro grinned. It barely seemed
to make any difference, barely worth even mentioning. "Or tasted yo cum, or
ANY of that shit, man!"

"Yo, I needed to get a rise outta yo, Shorty," he explained. Fredro felt
that big penis nestling against his, sweat and cum mingling. "So I could
getta chance to get anutha rise outta yo..."

Fredro smiled, getting the reference. He didnt care what he had said, what
he had done. He didnt care about the humiliation. It was worth it to feel
that afficial nastee. His fantasies come to life.

In the dimness of the room, blunt smoke all but gone, Fredro embraced
Stickys sweaty, heavy body again. Their lips met again, as Sticky wrapped
his arms around his friend again. Sticky sucked again on those thick
lips. Tasting his Shorty.