Date: Sat, 17 Oct 1998 16:48:34 PDT
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: THE KID FROM THE PROJECT'S

   We were in high school at the same time.  We didn't hang out or 
socialize together, but I remember him.  We were in different crowds, 
very different.  I mean, we're both black, but we moved in entirely 
different worlds.  He was project's - the ghetto side of town; I lived 
in the 'upwardly mobile, middle-class' part of town.  In high school I 
was in the 'college-bound, academically successful' tract; he was in the 
'vocational' tract.  It didn't say anything about us as individuals, 
that was just how it was.  We graduated and went about our business.  I 
went to college, he went - wherever.  We probably wouldn't have met 
again if it hadn't been for that beat-up car of mine.  
   It was summer.  I had finished my third year - senior status. I had 
already come to grips with my sexual orientation, although I hadn't made 
any public statements about it. I had hooked up with a few guys at 
school for some quick stuff, but I was looking for more. It seemed that 
it was always, wham, bang, thank you, good by.  I wanted to be with 
somebody who was an 'all night' lover.  I was horny 24/7 and always 
looking.  Me?  I'm black: light complexioned, think of almond; a little 
over six feet, nice pecs, flat stomach and melon buns.  I've been told 
that my ass is my best asset, could be; actually I think my eight inch 
dick should get that status. By anybody's standards I'm handsome.
   Anyway, I was home for the summer.  I was planning on law school so I 
hooked up a job as an intern in a law office.  It was cool.  The pay was 
good, the work easy, and the demands were few.  There were a few guys 
who were interesting, but I was looking for something else.  I wanted 
someone more my age; someone young, horny, tending towards insatiable, 
wild in bed - that stuff.
   I had this old Nissan that was on its last leg.  I was only driving 
it back and forth to work.  If I went out I used my father's 'Benz' and 
tried to impress.  But on the day in question I had to run an errand for 
my mother and had to use my car.  It was one of those 'had to be done 
now' sort of things. I made it all right, thirty miles there and was on 
my way back when I saw smoke.  Luckily, there was a gas station near by 
and I was able to get to it.  They had a sign that said 'Hours: 7AM to 
11PM' and it was 10:50PM  
   As I pulled in, he walked out.  
   "We close in ten minutes."  He said it as if to say, 'you're out of 
luck, jerk.'  Then he looked at me and I saw a flash of recognition.  
"Hey, whatsup?"
   "Whatsup."  I looked closely at him.  He was my height, dark 
complexioned, muscled.  I didn't remember him as being this handsome, I 
mean this guy was gorgeous - thick eyebrows, sensuous mouth, sweet lips 
- be still my heart. His attitude changed immediately.
   "Listen, man.  Pull your car in here and let me look."  He motioned 
toward one of the bays.  I pulled in and he closed the garage door.
   "I don't know what's the problem.  I was smokin'."
   "Yeah, I saw.  Let me see."  He lifted the hood and looked. 
   "Probably anti-freeze, have to wait for the motor to cool.  How ya 
been?  Long time no see.  Whatch ya doin'."
   "I'm in school, college.  Startin' my last year.  I'm Ok. You?"
   "OK.  I'm workin' here, learnin' this shit. I want to have a place 
like this one day.  You changed."
   "Yeah, how?"
   "Taller, more handsome, nice."  He smiled.  I almost hyperventilated.
   "You the one, man.  I don't remember you being like this."
   "You never noticed me.  I mean I was a project's kid.  Your crowd 
wasn't down with us. You probably don't even know my name."  He said 
that without any anger, rancor or bitterness.  He was just stating a 
fact.
   "No, I don't.  Don't hold it against me, man."
   "I ain't.  I'm Tyrone.  You're Mark."  He smiled again.
   "How'd you know my name."  This freaked me out.  
   "I used to watch you, bro.  Your shit is nice.  I would scope you all 
the time.  I know you didn't notice me.  I mean, I wasn't in your crowd 
and all that shit.  I ain't mad or nothing, that's just the way it was."  
Actually, he was grinning when he said this.  
   "Tyrone, I'm sorry, man.  I don't know what to say."  I felt like a 
jerk.
   "Ain't nothin to be sorry about, man.  Like I said, that's the way it 
was. But, it would be sorry if we let this opportunity slip.  You know 
what they say, 'opportunity only knocks once' and all that stuff. 
Listen, Mark, let's cut the shit. We out here in nowhere. I ain't tryin' 
to make you do something you don't want.  If you say no I'll fix your 
car, charge you whatever and you on your way. If you want to get some 
other stuff started, I'm with you. I been hot for you since high school.  
I ain't gonna believe your comin' by here is just coincidence.  We got a 
little office upstairs with a fold out couch and we could really make up 
for some lost time.  What you say, dude."  He was looking at me real 
seriously, waiting for my response.  This was the most unbelievable 
confrontation of my life. I didn't have to think about it or consider 
it, I knew exactly what I wanted.
   "I wanna get something started.  Where's the office?"  We were locked 
into each other's eyes.  His smile widened and his eyes lit up. He walked 
over to me and kissed me gently on my cheek. Then he put his hand on my 
cheek and pulled me to him.  We kissed.  His tongue sought the depths of 
my mouth and found it.  I reached around amd hugged him to me.  We just 
stood there in the garage, kissing, and caressing each other, oblivious to 
anything else in the world.  Finally we broke loose.
   "You taste good, bro.  I want you bad, real bad."
   "I want you, too, Ty.  Anybody coming by here?  I mean, will we be 
disturbed?"  I didn't want anything to interrupt what we were about to 
start.
   "Nope.  I'm gonna lock up and turn the lights out.  We'll be upstairs 
in the back and nobody can see us from the road.  Besides, we don't need 
a lot of light to do what we gotta do.  Right?"
   "Right, Ty?  Man, you beautiful! Can I undress you, bro."
   "You can do anything you want, Mark, anything you want."
   He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.  Then he locked up, turned out 
the light and led me upstairs.  The office was bigger than I expected 
and nicely furnished.  There was a big desk, a thick carpet and some 
other chairs.  Just like he said there was a couch.  He fidgeted around 
with it and pulled it out - queen size. We were ready for business, 
except for one thing.
   "Ty, do you stay here at night."
   "Sometimes.  I hadn't planned to stay tonight but I got a special 
reason now. My boss don't mind, he trusts me."
   "Let me call home?"  He showed me the phone. I reached my mom and 
told her I had met a friend from school (true) and was spending the 
night.  No problem - after all, I am 21.
   "You gonna stay all night, Mark?"  He was grinning big time.
   "Yeah, Ty.  What I need is gonna take all night."  
   "Oh yeah, bro.  We gonna have a good time."
   I looked at him.  He was fine, real fine.  He had on a garage 
jumpsuit - one of those one piece jobs that mechanics wear.  I walked 
over to him and began unbuttoning it.  I kept my eyes in his.  He leaned 
forward and kissed me on the cheek.  I opened his suit and saw that he 
didn't have anything on underneath it.
   "Shit, man. You naked."  I giggled.
   "Easier to get ready for any action.  Besides, its too hot out."  He 
was still kissing my cheeks.  Then he reached up and ran his hand 
through my hair.
   "I always wanted to do this.  Your curly hair turns me on, Mark. You 
so pretty, man, so pretty."
   He stepped out of the jumpsuit and stood there in his naked glory. He 
was dark chocolate complexion.  His dick stood up - about ten inches, 
hard.  His ass cheeks were mini globes, firm and luscious.  I stepped back 
and undressed.  He watched me and smiled as I walked over to him.
   "Tyrone,  you been waitin' for me and I'm yours.  This ain't no 
coincidence, dude."
   I just melted into his arms. They were strong and muscled and he held 
me close to him.  I sniffed his combination of sweat and grease and I 
was intoxicated.  His thick lips found mine and I pushed my tongue into 
his mouth to interlock with his.  Our tongues wrestled as our hands 
explored each other's bodies.  He eased his way down my back and began 
to caress and knead my ass.  He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me closer 
to him, if that were possible.  My hands were running across his 
strongly muscled back.  I couldn't believe how powerfully he was built.  
I grasped his biceps and worked my hands around them enjoying the feel of 
that part of his rigid flesh.  I could feel his dick pushing against 
mine and began to pump against him.  Soon we were pumping in rhythm, our 
tongues continuing to dance with each other in his mouth.  Our hips were 
grinding together in a very sensual dance of love.  It wasn't long 
before neither of us could take it any longer and he pulled himself away 
from my embrace.  
   "Don't want to nut this soon, bro."  He grinned at me and pulled me 
over to the bed.  He had other plans and all I wanted was to please this 
beautiful, black man.  He crawled into the middle of the bed and lay 
back, raising his hands for me to follow.  I lay down on top of him: 
head to head, face to face, chest to chest, dick to dick.  He embraced 
me and we began grinding against each other again.  His hands began 
their exploration, reaching for my ass.  I felt one on each cheek and 
then he began pulling my asscheeks apart.  Slowly, deliberately, his 
finger began to search for my rosebud.  He found it and pushed in.  I 
had never had anyone do this before - all my other contacts had been 
hurried and superficial - this was different.  He raised his finger to 
his mouth, wet it and then replaced it at my hole.  This time, when he 
pushed, it slipped in, past my ring muscle and into my tunnel.  I moaned 
into his ear and nibbled him.  He reached further into me.  Our dicks 
were still dancing against each other and I could feel myself being 
brought to the edge. Again, he stopped, looked at me and grinned.
   "You fine, Mark, this shit is too good. Get up on all fours."
I raised up so that I was over him on all fours.  He scooted around so 
that his dick was in my face and mine was in his face.  He began licking 
my precum and then took the crown of my cock into his mouth.  I did the 
same to him.  At the same time he spread my cheeks and stuck his finger 
into me again.  His mouth was moving up and down the shaft of my hot 
dick.  His head was bobbing up and down as he engulfed me to the throat 
and out again.  He was lifting himself off the bed so that he could fuck 
my mouth.  His veined rod was easing in and out of my mouth, reaching 
back to my throat and then pulling back out again.  I licked the shaft 
and sucked avidly.  His finger in my ass was driving me up the wall.  I 
knew that I was going to erupt this time, I was too far gone.  He knew 
it too and stepped up his sucking.  He was bucking on the bed and 
pushing his big cock deep into my mouth.  I felt his cock harden and 
expand and then it began: spurt after spurt poured into my mouth.  At 
the same time I began to pour my white lava deep into him.  I felt my 
juice shoot up into his mouth in big spurts.  
   When we were finished we just lay there.  He had reversed his 
position and was laying next to me with his head on my shoulder.  My arm 
was around his upper body and we just lay there enjoying the feel of 
each other's body. I had never had such an intense orgasm - even the 
afterglow was fantastic.  He looked up at me and smiled.
   "How'd you like that, bro?"  
   "You the best, Ty, the best.  We ain't finished, are we?"  
   "Shit no, man.  That was just the soup, kissing was the salad and now 
we ready for the main course."  He took my hand and put it on his big 
dick, it was hard.  He raised up and look me in the eye,
   "Mark, I want to bone you, man. I ain't talkin' about no five minute, 
shit.  I got a real need, man. I been wantin' you for so long. You down 
with this, bro?"
   "Ty, I probably want this more than you.  That's why I'm staying all 
night, and I didn't come to sleep, bro."  He giggled and snuggled 
against me, kissing my neck, my chest, reaching over to my stomach.  He 
was very affectionate and loving and I surrendered myself to him.  He 
pulled me over on top of him again and began to caress my ass.  I could 
tell he was turned on by my melon cheeks.  He moaned and kissed me 
again.  He was just taking his time.
   All the encounters I had ever had had been quick and just barely 
fuflfilling.  I had never been able to spend anytime with anyone and 
just enjoy another guy's body.  This was turning out to be an awesome 
experience with Tyrone.  What made it so good was his beautiful black 
body and his burning desire to have me.  I felt loved and wanted in the 
arms of this African Prince; I felt like this was where I should be.  
   Tyrone eased me off him and told me to lay down on my stomach.  He 
got between my legs and just sat there.  
   "Bro, this booty is fabulous.  I been wantin' this shit for so long."  
He sighed and then put his big hands on each asscheek and rubbed, kneaded 
and pulled.  "You don't remember, man, but we were in gym together and I 
used to scope you in your shorts.  You was even fabulous then, bro.  
This shit is somethin'."  Tyrone was caressing my ass real tenderly and 
just sighing.  Then he bent over and began kissing my cheeks.  He just 
moved from cheek to cheek, kissing lightly.  I had never been loved like 
this before, it was unbelievable.  Then he spread my cheeks to get a 
better look.
   "Same curly hair, same hair as on your head.  Nice little curls in 
this crack.  Oh man, you so damn pretty, so fuckin' pretty, Mark. I'm 
gonna taste you, man."  With that he bent down and began to lick my  my 
brown spot.  His tongue ran back and forth across my shithole; it was 
like he was licking a lollipop or something.  He just licked.  Then he 
began pushing his tongue into me - into my hole.  I raised my ass to let 
him get further in.  He pushed deeper. This was new to me and I couldn't 
believe how sensual it was. I turned my head to watch him.  The 
sensations that flowed through me can't be described.
   Finally, he raised up and looked at me.  He was grinning again.
   "You taste good, Mark, real good, baby."  That was the first time he 
called me 'baby'and I liked that, too. That was just what I wanted: to 
be his baby; to be held by him and loved by him.  He was an unbelievable 
lover!
   "Ty, I love you.  Man, I love you."  Maybe I was crazy with lust, but 
I felt I had to let this beautiful black man know how I felt.
   "I love you too, Mark.  You been in my dreams three years, now it's 
reality.  Turn over, baby, I'm ready for you. You been fucked before, 
Mark"
   "Yeah, but I ain't never had anything this big."  I knew it going to 
hurt going in, didn't matter though, I wanted it. 
   "I ain't gonna hurt you, I'm gonna love you.  Ain't nobody ever 
fucked you like I'm gonna do 'cause ain't nobody ever wanted you so 
bad."
   I turned over and took another look at his cock. It was long and 
thick and it was dripping precum like a broken faucet.  He reached 
somewhere and got a condom and some lube.  He lubed his dick, put on a 
condom, lubed that, then generously lubed my hole.  He reached in deep 
and made sure I was well greased.  Then he lifted my legs, pushed them 
back and scooted up so that his dick was against my manhole.  He looked 
at me and smiled.  Then he began pushing.  I want to tell you that it 
didn't hurt, but I can't say that.  It did hurt.  It hurt like hell, but 
I wouldn't have dreamed of telling him to take it out.  I wanted it and 
the pain meant nothing.  The head pushed past my sphincter muscle and 
into my channel.  I grimaced in pain.  He bent over and kissed me.
   "The pain's gonna ease up, real soon, baby.  Just wait."  He 
continued to push his mammoth cock into me.  It snaked its way down the 
canal and made itself at home in me.  His long black dick rubbed my 
prostate and I moaned at the sensation it created.  He pulled back and 
rubbed it again.  I moaned loudly and forgot the pain.  He stayed right 
there rubbing it again and again.  My moans of pleasure filled the room.  
He said nothing, just kept pushing at that point.  I felt my cock harden 
like never before and I knew I was going to cum.  He had bent over and 
was holding me close, running one hand through my hair, but his cock was 
pushing me into orbit.  
   "Ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaahhhhh."  I came.  My cock went 
off like a starter's pistol, shooting stuff right into my face and my 
chin. He bent over and began licking it off my face, but he never 
stopped pushing his big dick into me.  
   His big cock stretched my tunnel and reach further down than anyone 
had ever gone.  I wrapped my legs around him pulled him closer. My hands 
just ran up and down his back as I lifted my ass to meet each thrust of 
his hot, hard dick.  His head was against mine, we were cheek to cheek, 
and I had my arm around his neck holding him.  
   "This shit is so good, Mark, so good.  Oh man, your ass is so tight. 
Yeah, squeeze that ass, Mark.  Squeeze my big dick, make me cum! "  
Tyrone was whispering in my ear and nibbling my earlobes. He pushed his 
cock deep in me and then pulled it back to the edge of my hot ass.  He 
kept up that rhythm for a long time: pushing and pulling. My ass gripped 
his ten inch rod and I massaged it with my muscles.  It was incredible.  
We pushed and pulled against each other like a well-oiled machine. 
   "I love your tight ass, Mark.  I'm gonna fill you with my stuff, 
baby.  I'm gonna fill your tight ass with my stuff.  You ready?"
   "Yeah, Ty.  I want it. Oh shit, this is good.  Fuck me, fuck me, Ty."
   He did.  I hadn't looked at a watch or a clock so I don't really know 
how long he plowed me. I know it was longer than I had ever been screwed 
or had ever screwed anyone. It didn't matter how long it was as long as 
it was good, and it was. 
   I felt his dick harden and it seemed to expand.  I heard him grunting 
louder and louder.  His grip on me tightened and I knew he was about to 
cum.  He pushed down and then pulled all the way back.  He looked at me 
and slammed back in and began to ejaculate.  His entire body shuddered 
and shook in my arms.  He cried out and then yelled at the top of his 
voice.  I joined him as my dick began erupting with blast after blast of 
jism.  
   Afterwards, we just lay there in each others arms.  He kept running 
his hand through my hair and holding me close.  I felt the heat of his 
body and smelled him and snuggled up closer.  I felt safe and loved.  
   "Tyrone, nobody has ever made me feel like this.  It's incredible!"
   "Mark, I know we're from different worlds but I want to be with you 
and just love you like I feel in my heart."  He was looking deep into 
me. 
   "Ty, forget about the different worlds shit.  We're two black guys 
who love each other and want to spend a lifetime together.  I know I'll 
never feel anything like this with anyone else.  You from the projects, 
so what, you my project lover, dude."  He smiled and kissed me gently.  
He reached down and felt my dick.  In his hand it began to hardened 
again.  I was amazed.  
   "You know what I want, now?"  He grinned at me. I couldn't imagine.
"I want this in me, like I was in you. You down with that?"
   "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah."  
   I fucked Tyrone that night hard and long. Then we slept in each 
other's arms the rest of the night.  In the morning he lay me down on 
the desk and fucked me again.  Then he fixed my car and I went home 
because he had to go to work.  I met him that night after work, went to 
his place and we made love again - most of the night. He's wild, 
insatiable, loving and affectionate; and I love him more than I can 
tell. It's been three years since that night my car broke down and we've 
been together ever since.