Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2006 16:13:37 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Starting with Nothing 

			   STARTING WITH NOTHING
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Welcome to the Mad Tower." Jamal said to himself as he looked out the
bus window. Even through the plastic windows scarred by X-acto knives with
gang symbols, he could spot the building that had to be the place. A tall
building surrounded by demolished piles of rubble, a small basketball court
along one side, populated by basketball hustlers and what looked like a
couple of drug dealers, yep, that had to be place, all right. A place where
people went when they had no place else to go. A place for losers...or for
someone like him, a place to start out. He wasn't staying in the Mad Tower,
no, sir! A couple months, maybe, sleeping on Tybalt's floor, then he would
have enough money for his own place, maybe some small decent single, just
another step in itself, but better than the Mad Tower, that was for sure.
     Why was Tybalt living in the Mad Tower for, hell! He'd left Shreveport
over two years ago, why was he still in such a shitty place anyhow? He'd
figured his cousin for better than that, he'd been surprised when he'd
gotten the address from his aunt and learned its reputation from his
fellow-riders on the city bus he'd taken from the Greyhound station.
     His relationship with Tybalt was a little complicated. He'd grown up
with Tybalt and called him his cousin. But Tybalt was actually the son of
his aunt's live-in lover from a prior marriage. So they'd grown up calling
each other "cousin" and now that the man had left his aunt about five years
ago, what the hell were they to each other?
     Well, he was a person Jamal knew in this city. And a person he could
live with rent-free until he got a job and on his feet and his new life
started. That was enough.
     The elevator on the place was out of order, the sign on it browned and
crumpled; it hadn't worked in a long time. Hell, his "cousin" was on the
third floor!
     The smell of urine hit him when he opened the door to the stairs. God,
some wino was using the place for his own personal piss-pot! There was the
hot, fetid smell of cooking, cabbage at a guess, that or a big pot of pinto
beans. Both of them stunk something awful! A burst of foul language
(another guess, he didn't get the language, it wasn't English or Spanish),
and then he was back into the hallway. God, it smelled worse than the
stairs! Didn't anyone ever clean up this fucking place! And that racket,
God, he loved rap music, but did it have to be played so fucking loud!
     Well, here was Tybalt's apartment. Number 308. He knocked, though he
wondered if Tybalt would hear him through the racket, but the door opened
and Tybalt was there. Larger than Jamal, and a heck of a lot darker (he was
coffee-with-no-milk, Jamal was lots-of-cream, maybe more than half!), and
strong, his arms had been muscled when Jamal had last seen him, and he was
even bigger now. His hair was tightly woven into cornrows, and he looked
tougher, maybe even meaner, than he had back in Shreveport. But his smile
was the same old Tybalt.
     "Hey, Jamal, come on in." Tybalt said. "Mama said you were coming to
stay with me."
     "Good." he hadn't been sure Tybalt had gotten the message, wondered a
little if Tybalt would let him stay or not. He'd been pretty sure he
would...but that's not definite.
     He wasn't as sure when he saw the place. Looked around, then back at
Tybalt.
     "Make yourself at home." Tybalt said.
     "With what?" Jamal asked. "Don't you have any...anything?"
     The apartment was practically empty! Bare walls, bare floor except for
a pallet on the floor, a few clothes on a rack that looked like it had come
from a dry-cleaners, and a boombox-like radio on the floor. That was it!
     "It's what I've got." Tybalt said.
     "But...but you've been here for two years." Jamal said. "Haven't you
gotten a job yet?"
     Tybalt got angry, his face fell into those lines easy. "Hey, you think
its' so fucking easy, getting a job in this town? Shit, I barely make
enough to pay the rent on this place, buy some food and shit, and it's
gone! What'd you think, you just come to this town and everything's going
to be all right?"
     Jamal's face fell, as well it should. "Is it that bad?"
     "They don't give a brother a fucking chance in this town, man!" Tybalt
said. "They hear you live in this fucking building, they assume you're a
gangbanger or a pusher or a hustler or a crack addict. So you get a job and
then what? First fucking thing goes wrong, goes missing, and they blame you
and they fire you! Then you try to get another job, and they check on the
first job and then they turn you down, then you end up like me, standing
out by the U-Haul place hoping to get a job helping white shit move for a
couple of bucks...if you're lucky!"
     "I didn't know that." Jamal said.
     "You'd better haul ass back to Shreveport if you know what's good for
you." Tybalt said.
     Jamal gulped. "I don't have enough money to get back to Shreveport."
     "Me, neither." Tybalt concluded. "That's why I'm still here. And now
you're here."
     "Maybe I can do okay." Jamal said, to himself more than Tybalt.
     But Tybalt answered, "Shit! Well, come on and make yourself at home. I
got some Rice-A-Roni we can fix for supper. You better hang onto as much of
your money as you can, we can shop for groceries tomorrow, whatever you're
willing to spend of what you have. But save out fifty bucks for a monthly
bus pass, you have to have one if you're going to get a job in this
town. Nothing close by you can do for jack shit."
     Jamal had exactly seventy-five dollars on him. Jesus, what had he
gotten himself into? Shit! He had nothing, absolutely nothing!
     With nothing better to do, nothing at all, he sank down onto the
pallet. He sat there a while, and then something cold kissed his
cheek. Cold and damp. He looked over at it, up Tybalt's arm. He was being
offered a can of Schlitz Malt Liquor. "Here." Tybalt said. "You need it
more'n me."
     Jamal took it gratefully, took a big slug off of it, and then handed
it up to Tybalt. "We'll split it."
     "Thanks." Tybalt sat down beside him. Not like there was any place
else to sit in this place, except maybe on the window-sill.
     They passed the can back and forth once more, and then Jamal said,
"How you keep this cold?"
     "Got a small ice chest." Tybalt pointed. "Good one, ice keeps in there
nearly 24 hours, and ice for a cooler comes free at the store if you buy
something from them to put into it, they'll scoop it out of their ice-maker
for you. I could use a refrigerator though. One for sale at the second-hand
shop down the street, forty dollars. Can't decide if I should get a fridge
or a stove."
     "How about a hot plate?"
     "Got one. It sucks." Tybalt said. "It's how I'm making the Rice-A-Roni
right now."
     "Still need to get a fridge first." Jamal said. "My first check, I'll
pay half for the fridge."
     "Hey, thanks." Tybalt said. "We need one." He handed the can back to
Jamal. "You can finish it. I'll go stir the Rice-A-Roni."
     "Great." Jamal said and turned the sweet malt up to his lips. Maybe
this wouldn't be so bad after all.
     They ate and listened to the radio. The loud racket down the hall kept
on going until nine o'clock, then it stopped suddenly. After that, it was
better.
     But at ten, Tybalt turned off the radio. "I got to get some sleep." he
said. "I have to be at the U-Haul place by five a.m. if I'm going to get
any work. By ten, it's not worth sticking around."
     "Okay." Jamal said. "I'll buy a paper and make some calls for a job
and we'll go shopping when you get back."
     "Sure." Tybalt said. "Let's get to sleep."
     "Okay." Jamal said. "But where?"
     "You can share with me." Tybalt said. "Hell, we did it plenty of times
growing up."
     "Yeah." Jamal said. He snickered, remembering those times as
kids. Hell, his first sexual exploration had been with Tybalt and some
other kids about his own age. They'd been crazy in bed, the kids making up
a crazy-quilt of intertangled limbs so they'd all fit into the bed, and
their hands reached for whoever's willy was nearest, and they got
busy. They'd tried a bit of sucking, too, but about the time it all got
really interesting, a revival had made everyone uncomfortable with the idea
of playing with their own willies, not to mention others. They'd started
wearing their briefs in bed (they'd all slept naked before), their sex play
had stopped, and never started up again. Something sad about that, Jamal
always felt, not that he'd had the courage to say such a thing. Religion
had been a big deal in his life, and even his scorn for such things these
days were an echo of the way it had been so overwhelming to him when
younger.
     Jamal got down to his boxers, looked over at Tybalt, who was down to a
pair of blue briefs with white stripes marking the fly. Tybalt looked up at
him and Jamal smirked. "So, how far you wanna go?" He said to Tybalt.
     Tybalt smiled back. "All the way."
     "Fair enough." Jamal said and skinned off his boxers. "I hate wearing
my underwear to bed." He'd returned to sleeping nude about six months
before, though in a solitary bed and bedroom.
     "Yeah." Tybalt agreed. "Might as well be comfortable." He took off the
briefs and threw them at Jamal, by design or bad luck, they got Jamal right
in the face.
     "Man, you need to wash those things." Jamal said, wrinkling his
face. "They're skanky!"
     "Been washing them out in the sink." Tybalt said. "Saving money for
laundry."
     "Well, wash them better next time." Jamal lay down on the bed and
pulled the covers over himself.
     Tybalt slid in next to him. The pallet wasn't very big, the base of it
was an old sleeping bag, and it was about four feet across. Big for one
guy...crowded for two.
     There was a sort of musky smell from Tybalt's body next to him. Jamal
had never smelled such a thing before. The few who had slept next to him
since he had hit puberty hadn't smelled like this. The women had smelled of
perfume, or body creams, the sole man (his brother) had smelled of soap
from a bath taken just before bed. This smell was of a man who hadn't
showered before getting in bed...maybe not for a few days, even.
     The smell was...intoxicating. Powerful. It seemed to touch some primal
thing inside of Jamal, he felt his cock spring into attention immediately!
God, he hadn't felt this horny in...how long? Ever since his hormones had
settled down at age fifteen!
     "How long has it been since we shared a bed?" Tybalt asked him.
     "We was just kids." Jamal affirmed.
     "Had some good times then." Tybalt said.
     "Yeah." Jamal said. Was Tybalt asking him...?
     "I haven't thought of those days in I don't know how long." Tybalt
said. "Man, I'm glad you come to stay. Man misses his family, more'n he
thinks he does."
     "Family. Such as we are." Jamal said. Kind of a long connection...does
having a father who fucks your aunt make a man a relative? "You and me are
friends, anyhow."
     "Yeah. Friends." Tybalt said in a husky whisper. "I've missed
friends. Especially like we used to be."
     And a firm, black hand closed upon Jamal's cock. Jamal's only response
was a soft groan. So long! God, it had been so long!
     "You remember this?" Tybalt said.
     "Yeah." Jamal breathed. "When we was kids...."
     "Yeah." Tybalt said. "Only we aren't kids no more."
     "Yeah." Jamal said. And then, realizing that Tybalt was asking him a
question, and to make clear his answer, he grasped towards Tybalt's
crotch. He misjudged it, fumbled, touching a part of Tybalt's leg or
abdomen, he couldn't quite tell which in this position, and Tybalt's other
hand reached and caught and guided his hand over and down to its intended
landing site.
     "Whoa!" Jamal said when he felt that huge pud that Tybalt was packing
between his legs. Damn, Tybalt was hung! No wonder his God-fearing aunt had
lived in sin with Tybalt's father for so long, and it had been the man who
had left her, not the other way around, if this had been the same kind of
tool he'd used on her! Over ten inches of hard black dong pounded under his
hand, he could feel the blood boiling inside of it.
     Tybalt's hand began to pump Jamal's cock, and Jamal returned the
favor. Hell, maybe this would be all they'd do, not such a big
thing. Sometimes, a brother needed a hand like this and you could give it
to him without getting into the down low about it. Just a favor of sorts,
as long as you didn't do something like...kiss?
     Suddenly his lips propelled themselves at Tybalt's mouth, he groaned
as their mouth-flesh collided. Groaned again as he felt that wide, pink
touch of Tybalt's fish into his mouth, questing for his own, and he reached
out to taste it, suckle that tender tentacle of Tybalt's that searched over
and across his mouth, a slim sheath of slimy fluid over it that tasted of
Rice-A-Roni and malt liquor...and man!
     Tybalt's hand left Jamal's shaft and went around him, Jamal did the
same and their erections collided as they embraced, pushed their groins
towards each other, they were grinding now against each other, a rhythmic
rubbing that roiled their tubes of man-steak across each other, slipping
the succulent skin over the globe of their gorged glans and washed them
with waves of welling pleasure that pulsed and pounded in their veins,
vigorous, vibrant, voluptuous, voluble...screaming delight!
     "Oh, God, oh, God!" Jamal gasped as he hunched at Tybalt. "Aw, man,
aw, man, we're going to make it, we're going to make it, man, you and me,
we'll make it tonight."
     "Sure, sure." Tybalt crooned to him gently, "You and me will make
it. We're going to be together here, you and me. Got no money for nothing
else, a brother's got to take what he can get, right?"
     "Yeah." Jamal agreed. "Nothing but each other."
     "It's a start." Tybalt said. "Let's see where it goes."
     "Sure, sure." Jamal gasped. "Where do you want to take it?"
     "Can I put it in you?" Tybalt wheedled, unsureness in his voice
now. "I'll be easy on you, I'll do you good, man, you won't hurt none if I
can help it...."
     "Okay, okay." Jamal cut him off. He didn't want Tybalt begging him, it
didn't feel right, not big, strong, older Tybalt, the man who was supposed
to take care of him in this new, big city. He didn't want Tybalt to ask
him. "Come on, take me, just...you got any lube?"
     "I got some." Tybalt said. "Got some Vaseline, I mean, I use it on my
lips if they get chapped.
     "That'll do, that'll do."
     "It's in the bathroom." Tybalt said. "I'll get it and be right back."
     The separation was a sort of agony, so far, it had been a mad
adventure in the bed, not quite real, not mundane, pedestrian life, but
something approaching a fantasy, he could have kept it up and not felt it
quite real in the morning. But if Tybalt got up...they'd have to treat this
as more than a fantasy.
     The decision came with more ease than he'd expected. "Okay. But
hurry. Man, I got to do this now, before I change my mind or something." He
was telling himself that as much as telling Tybalt. If he stopped to think
about this, his mother's Sunday afternoon preachings might start in on him,
the way she'd come back from church all fired up and lay into him. Hell,
that was what had sent him after Tybalt more than anything, he was tired of
justifying himself to her.
     He didn't have to justify himself to anyone any more. Only to Tybalt,
who wanted to fuck him. That made it easier. His demons he laid to rest,
for now, at least. They might wake up later, but for now, they rested easy.
     Tybalt got into the bathroom, there was a metallic sort of fumbling,
and then a harsh flare of yellow light, Tybalt had had to turn on the light
to see where the Vaseline was. Then it was off again, only a second or so
of reality, and now the darkness wrapped them up again, the glares of the
saints and martyrs faded away again. They couldn't see him in the dark!
     "Let me do it from behind." Tybalt said. "Both of us on our sides, and
I'll ease it in gentle. You won't hurt none, honest you won't."
     "Just do it." Jamal hissed. "It's okay. Just do it."
     He'd never expected such a huge tool to try to penetrate him. A black
man experienced jail, it was hard to keep out of it when your skin was the
wrong color, and he knew that one time he could end up in a cell with
someone who decided to use him like that, for domination and pain and
anger. This wasn't like that. Tybalt took it as easy as he could...but
damn! That was a big fucking piece of meat he was trying to jam up in
there!
     Tybalt stuffing it at his butt was knocking him around on the pallet,
for God's sake! They fetched up against a wall, hell, he was scooting the
entire bed around with them on it!
     "Ah, hell!" Tybalt said after a time. "I got to do it harder than that
on you. You ready for it?"
     "Yeah, man, yeah, do it, come on, stuff it in me." Jamal urged him. "I
can take it, I know I can!"
     He wasn't so sure when Tybalt caught hold of his upper leg and used
that to hold him firm while he stuffed that bulb of his glans into Jamal's
ass. Shit, it felt like he was cramming an apple up there! How the fuck big
was Tybalt! That apple-glans was followed with a thick, oversized cucumber
of shaft right behind it, God damn but it hurt! He must have been crazy
agreeing to this! He couldn't take it, he couldn't!
     "Come on, come on!" he groaned, less in desire for sex than a desire
to get it over with! He'd heard that once it got inside you, it stopped
hurting. All the women had acted that way, and he figured it would be the
same for him.
     It was better, somewhat, once that huge shaft began plunging into him,
once the sphincter had been ravaged apart and it was only a case of his
insides having to unwrinkle to give it all room. God, this was like taking
a really constipated dump...in reverse! All the exertion, all the
discomfort, and it was getting more, not less!
     After some interminable time, Tybalt gasped, said with a heavy tone,
"Okay, man, that's got it in you."
     "Oh, thank God!" Jamal meant thank God it was over, but Tybalt
chuckled.
     "You're liking it, are you?"
     Not really, but he didn't hate it, neither. "It's okay." he settled
for saying. "Got to get used to it, I guess."
     "Get used to this." Tybalt answered and began to move back and
forth...and Jamal gasped!
     What the fuck was happening to him? He had a flare of ecstasy boiling
up from inside him...and it wasn't coming from his cock! It was below that,
deeper...more satisfying!
     "Oh, man!" Jamal groaned. "Man, that's doing it for me!"
     "I figured it would." Tybalt agreed. "Everyone loves this tool when it
gets inside them."
     "Yeah, ah, wow, yeah!" Jamal breathed. "Ah, man, that feels good, so
good!" He didn't understand it, but he liked it, shit, did that make him a
queer, or just normal? How was he supposed to know! It felt right...he'd
settle for that.
     "Ah, yeah, fuck me harder now, harder!" Jamal encouraged Tybalt. When
Tybalt did it faster, that made the pleasure bubble up even more, this was
less like the strident delight his dick gave him, it welled up more gently,
less like he was being showered with joy than that it was seeping up around
him, submerging him little by little. Was this what women felt? No wonder
they all claimed they needed so long to come, a feeling like this, you
wanted it to go on and on forever! Give him a dick up his ass all night
long, moving, and he'd call it Heaven without looking around for the Angel
Gabriel! "Ah, yeah, yeah, man, uh, yeah, uhhh, uhh, uhhh!"
     "Nice ass, man, really nice ass." Tybalt murmured to him from behind,
a moist sound that bubbled around his ear before going inside. "Going to
love having this in my bed, that's for sure."
     "Give us something to do when we get home at night." Jamal agreed. "We
got nothing now, that's for sure."
     "We got each other." Tybalt said. "That's something."
     "Yeah." Jamal agreed. "Fuck me harder. Let me feel that thing slap in
and out of me. Damn, man, you going to fuck me, come on and fuck me!"
     "Yeah, yeah!" Tybalt began to really hump Jamal's butt now. He even
rolled them over and got on top, so he could drive that dong down into
Jamal's bowels, and that made it even better. God, he was being fucked by a
big, strong, black man and he was loving it, shit, he must be queer if he
liked it this much! Though how anyone couldn't like it once they had
it. Maybe it was just something that men had always liked doing until God
came along and told them to cut it out for whatever reason. Well, he wasn't
listening to that crap anymore, he wanted a dick up his ass, he was going
to get one up his ass. "Maybe do yours, too." he muttered up to
Tybalt. "You like that, cousin?"
     Tybalt was lost in his own desires, he didn't answer. Or maybe that
was an answer. "Ah, ah, man, shit, God this feels good, ah, man, going to
fuck you every night, man, God, man, God, uh, uh, ahh!"
     "Come on, man, shoot that in me, shoot it hard." Jamal guttered
out. He was drowning in the pleasure now, the rock of his spirit was now
deep within the well that had sprung up out of him from the joy of Tybalt's
prick in his butt, he was ready to see where and how this was going to make
him shoot his nuts off. But for that, he needed it harder, more. "Come on,
plug me, man, give it to me, come on, harder, uh, huh, harder, uhh, uhh,
guhh!"
     "Ahh, gahh, hahhh, uhh, guhhh!" Tybalt smoldered above him, the heat
of those sounds pouring down like flames. Oh, God, Jamal felt, he was going
to come, he was going to come! Come on, body, you going to squirt from
this, you'd better do it now!
     By sheer effort of will, he forced his body to take this joy into its
realm of his cock, he channeled it there by raw force and packed it in
tight. His cock throbbed on the pallet, he began to squirm to let the
foreskin add its bit to the mixture, he had a hot, sweaty, black man
pounding his ass, he was going to shoot his wad from it, damn it, he didn't
want to wank off after, come on, he told his body, come on, shoot it, shoot
it, shoot it!
     And his body staggered up the hill to ecstasy, he nurtured the
blossoming flower of the climax as it opened, and as the orgasm struck him
at last, he could only think to himself, thank God, thank God I made it, I
don't have to do it with my hand or nothing, thank God! That was uppermost,
like icing on the cake of his ejaculation, he soaked the bedding beneath
him with his salty squibs of jism, and fell into a lassitude marred only by
the rutting beast that had been Tybalt who was still ramming him hard.
     "AAHHH, AHH, GAHH, UHHH, GAH, UH, UH, UHH, UHH, GUHH-HUHHH-HHUUHHH,
KUH-GNNNNHHHKKKKHHH!" Tybalt finally finished, and that final grunt was
accompanied by a blast of jism into Jamal's ass, he felt it suddenly burst
in around Tybalt's dong like a hundred openings had poured it from Tybalt's
cock like a sieve into his butt, and Tybalt's rock-hard dong was pumping in
and out of that sticky cavern, and the come squelched as Tybalt foamed it
up inside of Jamal's ass, and then Tybalt was done, and he pulled out,
leaving a mess with the consistency of the foam-head on a mug of beer,
Jamal squeezed his ass and it bubbled around inside him, and Jamal relaxed
and felt the bubbles popping as bubbles do, one here, one there, but
rapidly all over at once, until the entire mass of the load was
substantially less than it had been and his ass felt like something closer
to normal if a bit sticky.
     "Ah, shit, man!" Tybalt said to Jamal as he crawled off. "That was so
fucking hot. I never had an ass like yours, man, ever."
     "It was good." Jamal agreed. "You and me got something to do besides
listen to the radio now, I guess."
     "Yeah." Tybalt chuckled. "I just hope you don't end up on a night job
or something."
     "I wouldn't take one." Jamal assured him.
     Tybalt frowned. "Don't say that. You might end up with a decent
job. Man, you get something, you take it and you hang on tight. That's how
I screwed up, not sticking with it. A boss would chew me out, I'd get mad
and quit. You do that twice, you get shit for work."
     "Okay, okay." Jamal said. "We'll hang in there, you and me, and work
together and get out of this. I find a good job, and they need someone,
I'll tell them about you. Together, we'll get out of this place."
     "We'll do good." Tybalt said.
     Jamal looked at the bare apartment. "Be hard to do worse, that's for
sure."
     "I got nothing, and so do you." Tybalt said. "But we got each other
now."
     "Yeah." Jamal agreed. "Now let's get some sleep, if you got to be up
at five o'clock."
     As Tybalt settled in, Jamal looked across the empty floor at the wall
beyond. They had nothing. A hell of a place to start out, nothing.
     But look at it this way...when you start with nothing, you can only
get better from there.

				  THE END
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