Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 19:31:03 EDT
From: Mocha Muscle <mochamuscle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nate

Nate

He had to be the finest brotha I had ever seen in my life. As he walked 
(no, strolled) by me in the park that day I knew instantly that I had to 
have a piece of him. He was tall, about 6'4" and looked to be somewhere 
around 23 or 24 years old. In his Bulls' gear, his body was almost 
identical to Jordan's. Long, muscular brown legs with brick-like calves, 
and massive thighs. An ass so tight it looked like two granite boulders 
straining against the fabric of his loose shorts when he went for a 
dunk. His back flared from his shoulders and tapered down to the perfect 
32-inch waist. His arms were long and twisted. When he lifted his shirt 
to wipe the sweat from his face you could see his six pack, and lats, 
that should have been immortalized in stone. As I leaned against the 
fence near the court I watched him take out one brotha after the next 
without all the clownin one would come to expect from a playa with this 
much game. No...this brotha had skillz! I just wondered if they 
translated off the court as well.

After he destroyed the last fool to call next, he began to walk towards 
me. "Thank you, Jesus!" I muttered to myself. As he got closer I got my 
pose on and tried my damnedest to think of just the right words to tell 
this man about how I wanted to rub, lick, and suck every inch of his 
dark chocolate-colored body...without sounding too desperate, of course. 
At about three feet away, the look of determination from the court on 
his face melted into a smile that shone so bright it nearly blinded me. 
My knees began to wobble. And my heart pounded. "Hey, Baby! C'mon over 
here and give Daddy some suga!" I almost died. Just as I was about to 
open my mouth and say "Yesss! Yesss!" a small voice from behind me 
screamed "Daddy!" and I heard the sound of little scampering feet coming 
from behind. I looked on as he bent down and scooped the little 
"darling" into those massive arms and planted a big kiss on the little 
giggling, brown cherub's cheeks. I coulda died.

As they walked by, a giggling child under one arm, and ball under the 
other, he glanced at me and gave me the universal head sign followed by 
a "'sup" to which I managed to respond, despite my obvious state of 
moatedness. I gotta get my gaydar fixed.

He passed by close enough for me to feel the heat from the game 
radiating from his body and to smell his scent. The clean yet earthy 
scent of a man without smelling funky, or like funk covered with some 
cheap-ass cologne. 

As I stood there, nostrils flaring, eyes closed, looking like a complete 
idiot I was snapped back into reality by the hard slam of a car door and 
the sound of screeching tires. I turned and looked and heard him yelling 
"Teri, this ain't right, girl! You can't keep me from seeing my baby!" 
The car he was yelling at hauled ass down the street. He threw the ball 
at the car, hitting it so hard it had to have made a dent, before 
rolling down the street somewhere. Sitting on the curb, head in his 
hands, and shoulders slumped, is how he stayed for five minutes or so, 
before he began to walk off.

Before I could stop myself, I heard "Hey, man! You aiight?" come flying 
out of my mouth. He looked up at me and said "Muthafucka, do I look 
aiight?" He must have noticed how I recoiled because before I could say 
"Well, fuck you too, you curb sittin, childless muthafucka... ," he said 
"My bad, bruh. I didn't mean to step to you like that, but as you could 
probably tell, I'm going through some shit right now." He began to 
slowly walk off again, this time without the confident, kick-ass stroll 
I first saw, but a tired, loping gait. As he neared me, I began to walk 
beside him.

"Was that your family?" Was that a dumb-ass question?

"Yeah, man." His look confirmed that it was indeed a dumb-ass question.

"It's none of my business, man; but you know you can go to court to 
petition for custody or at least visitation rights. That shit ain't 
right. "

"They ain't goin' grant custody to me."

"Why not?" Oops! I could tell from the look on his face that that was 
one question too many.

"Nothin, man. Nothin."

There was silence for awhile. He walked, and I followed along trying not 
to be too obvious. I tried to play it off as if I just happened to be 
walking in the same direction as he. Despite my initial carnal desires, 
I could tell by the pain in his face that he needed some help. Bad.

"Look, bruh. I was just going to a bar down the street to get a beer.
Looks like you could use one too."

"Yeah. A beer would be cool. My name's Nate, man." He stopped and 
extended his hand.

"Kevin." I looked down at those well-manicured, long-fingered, strong 
hands, and the lust re-entered me for a split second. His grip was 
strong. He looked at me with those big brown eyes and I almost lost my 
cool. He had long, curling eyelashes, a thick, brooding brow, and high 
cheekbones, broad nose, a squared-off jawline, and big, beautiful, 
kissable lips. If God made this man in his own image, God is one 
fine-ass muthafucka.

We continued to walk in silence until we entered the bar. After a few 
beers, Nate began to relax and became more talkative. I learned he had 
just recently moved back to LA after attending school and starting his 
career as an architect back east. While in college, he met Teri, who he 
later married. They had a child, now six-year-old Sharonda, whom he 
adored. After moving back to LA, things started to go bad in their 
marriage. Divorce was pending, but they couldn't work through the child 
custody phase, as evidenced by the scene in the park.

I told Nate about myself, 26, freelance information systems designer. I 
design and install networks for companies nationwide. From Chicago, but 
decided after a few too many winters that I needed to live in a place 
where the weather couldn't kill you. The fine-ass brothas here did a 
little to persuade me, too.

After a few more beers, Nate and I began to shoot a little pool. He was 
loosening up and things were going well when I began to feel 
uncomfortable. I had begun to notice a brotha sitting with his back to 
the bar, staring me down as if I had stolen somethin of his. He had been 
staring way too long. Apparently Nate hadn't noticed, so when I asked 
him if he knew the brotha, the look on Nate's face told me he did.

"'Sup, Keith?"

"Don't 'sup' me muthafucka. What the fuck is this shit?" Keith stood, 
wagging his crooked fingers in my direction. ME! Oh, hell naw! That 
muthafucka was not trying to throw shade this way.

"Naw, Keith. Don't even start trippin like that up in here. I had a bad 
day, and don't want to get into this shit right now."

"I know somethin else yo ass won't be gettin into, triflin muthafucka!"

Everybody in the bar (including me) stopped and looked, trying to figure 
out just what the hell was going on. Somebody laughed and said "Hey, 
Chuck. When did this place turn into a gay bar? You need to let a brotha 
know about that shit, man!" Everyone laughed.

Nate, visibly shaken, looked at me and said "Let's get the fuck outta 
here. NOW!" He quickly walked towards Keith and said "That shit you did 
was fucked up! You cost me my kid, muthafucka!" And with that, Nate 
clocked his ass. BAM! Keith went down in a heap.

"Y'all muthafuckas got to take that shit outta here" the bartender said. 
Nate looked at him, then at me, and quickly exited. I ran after him, 
stopping only momentarily to look at Keith as he lay in a heap on the 
floor and to say "Guess he told yo ass!"

I caught up with Nate outside the bar as he was walking around in 
circles muttering "why I got to be this way, why?"

"Nate, you okay, man?" Here I go again.

"No, I'm not okay. My whole fuckin life is falling apart over some shit 
I don't even have control of. I'm losin my baby; I'll probably never see 
her again. I lost my family just because...because..."

"Because of what, Nate?" I stood there looking at him, perplexed.

"Because I'm gay. Muthafucka, is that what you wanted to hear? I'm a 
fuckin faggot."

YESSSSS! There is a god. But right now I had to think of something other 
than myself. Shit!

"Nate, man, let's talk about this, I'm sure ..."

"I don't want to talk to you, or anyone else right now. Get the fuck 
away from me!" He spun around and began running down the street, back 
towards the park. "Nate! Nate! Hold up!" I began to run after him. 
No...I have no shame.

"Hold up! Nate! Stop, man! Stop!" I knew I couldn't keep up with him for 
much longer. Just what I'd say to him, I didn't know. But I had to try 
somethin.

Nate stopped at the courts. He began walking in circles again, muttering 
to himself.

I caught up to him, and I was completely out of breath.

"God! Please help me! HELP ME!" He threw his arms up, and fell to his 
knees on the ground.

"Nate?" I walked towards his kneeling body, not knowing what to say or 
do.

"It's going to be okay, man. C'mon." I walked towards him, thinking 
about the entire day. About how I watched him on the court, how much he 
loved his child, what he had been through, what he was going through 
now, and how much I wanted this man. As I got closer all that came to my 
mind was...

"What are you doing to yourself, man? Why are you doing this to 
yourself? So, you're gay. Big fuckin deal. That doesn't mean that you 
can't be a good father. That you can't be there for your child when she 
needs you. Hell, my fuckin father was straight as they come and all he 
did was whup my ass and criticize me. You are gay, muthafucka. But so 
are a lot of us. So deal with it. It's not the fuckin end of the world. 
You got a baby to raise, man. And you can't do that or anything else on 
your fuckin knees. So get the fuck up. NOW!" Was that my Momma's voice I 
heard coming out of me?

Well, I'll be damned. It worked. He got up, turned to me, and said...

"You don't know man..."

I looked him dead in the eyes. "Yes....I do."

I wrapped my arms around him as he sobbed. He sobbed in the park, on the 
street, and back to my apartment. What...you expect me to just let this 
fine muthafucka go?

When we got back to my place (yeah, yeah, yeah...shut the fuck up) he 
seemed numb from he whole day. I let him in, threw on the latest Mary 
J., and we sat on my sofa.

"I'm tired," he said. Now, if he had been a weak muthafucka, I would 
have just talked to him and put his ass out. But, oh no.

"Just let go..." I said. This is where I'm going to lose what little 
respect y'all had for me.

I moved in closer to him. Placed my hands on his shoulders. The muscles 
in his neck tensed at first, but soon relaxed as I pressed my fingers 
against his warm, velvet-like skin. I turned him around so that his back 
was facing me and rubbed his shoulders.

He leaned back, let his shoulders drop, and let out an "Mmmmmm, that 
feels good."

Jackpot!

I continued to rub and knead my way down his back. Where the muscles 
were tight, I kneaded and caressed them until they relaxed. His back was 
like none other I had felt before. The muscles of various sizes were 
striated and crisscrossed from the base of his neck to his strong, 
supple spine. His head rolled forward and I could feel the tension 
transfer from his back to my fingers.

"I can't be doin this," he said as he abruptly pushed my hands away. Uh 
oh!

"Doin what?"

"THIS. With you. This is how I ended up in this mess in the first 
place." He began to get up.

I moved in closer. "Just let me do this, okay. Let me show you that it's 
not as bad as you think. I've been waiting years for someone to come my 
way who isn't completely broken. Not a victim. Who knows what it is to 
love someone or something more than just himself. Someone educated, 
someone who has it goin on despite of what society has dealt him. It's 
you, man....It's you." Well...it was the truth!

"Why me? Why do I have to be this way? Why can't I be like any normal 
muthafucka? Huh? "

"Because you're not just some 'normal' muthafucka. You're special, man. 
I know it, and so do you. Despite all the shit that life has dealt you, 
you've managed to come out on top, my brotha. Cherish that."

I sat there, looking up into his eyes. The pain showed there. But also a 
kind of confusion, as if he was in a situation he didn't know how he'd 
gotten himself into, and didn't know if he wanted to get out of. He 
shook his head, sucked his teeth, looked up at the ceiling, and placed 
his hands on his hips.

"If you want to go, you can. But I'd like it if you'd stay and talk for 
awhile." I waited for what seemed like an eternity to learn his 
decision. He began to walk towards the door. Just as I thought the 
finest man I'd ever encountered was about to step, he stopped and looked 
out the window. "There's going to be a big fat check in the collection 
plate tomorrow" I said to myself as I looked up and smiled.

I grabbed the remote from the coffee table and clicked on the Joshua 
Redman CD. Enough of a vibe to help clear your head, with just a hint of 
seduction.

"What do you want to do...talk?" I asked.

Standing at the window, he shook his head, "Naw, man. I don't want to 
talk anymore. Right now I don't know what I want to do." He turned and 
leaned against the window sill. The light from the moon was at his back; 
from where I sat he was just a shadow, a fine-ass dark silhouette 
against the moon.

I got up and walked towards him, slowly. As I got closer, he looked up 
and turned his face away from me, but not fast enough that I didn't 
notice the tears streaming down his face in the light of the moon.

I was close enough to touch his shoulder, and he began to cry. Hard. My 
closeness proved too much for him, so he jumped up and almost knocked me 
over trying to brush past me towards the door. Once again, I ran after 
him. Grabbing his hand I said "Nate, please, don't go." He turned 
towards me and I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him into me. He 
let go.

He cried like a baby. His head against my shoulder, tears and snot just 
drippin. But I just stood there, wet, and rode it out until he quieted 
down. That's when he did it.

I had been rubbing his back the whole time while his arms were limp at 
his sides. Then I detected the slight touch of his fingertips slip 
underneath my t-shirt and rest on the small of my back. His strong hands 
began to travel up my spine, slowly, and tentatively at first, then 
pulling me closer to him. Wow. Felt like I had butterflies in my dick!

One of his hands worked it's way down my back and grabbed my ass. Know 
what I did next? I exhaled.

This brotha was good. Those lips were working me like none other before. 
He kissed my brow, my eyes, my cheeks, my nose...everything but my 
mouth. Just when I thought he'd forget that part, his thick pink tongue 
worked its way between my lips and snaked it's way inside my mouth. It 
was hot,and thick, and expertly worked in time with mine, twistin and 
turnin, probing the inside of my mouth. I loved the scent of his breath, 
the natural taste of his mouth. It was so good I forgot to breathe and 
almost passed out.

He stood there, holding me in his arms grinding what seemed to be the 
biggest bulge I had ever felt into my abs. I took my hand and slid them 
under the leg of his baggy shorts and worked my way up to the bulge. As 
suspected, I felt the straps of his jock against his ass--damn! His ass 
was so hard the straps didn't even make an impression. I followed the 
strap up to the heavy pouch. His dick, all 13 thick, meaty inches of it 
was coiled there, straining against the cotton and elastic about to pop 
out. I helped it.

My hands went wild clawing at his shorts and jock trying to rip them off 
to get at that dick. "Calm down," I told myself. After regaining my 
composure I lifted his shirt up and rubbed my hands over his brick-hard 
abs. He pulled it over his head and I proceeded to do as I said--lick 
every inch of that dark chocolate body.

I licked, flicked, and gnawed at his thick, brown nipples. They felt 
like two brown pencil erasers underneath my tongue. I stayed there for a 
while, going back and forth, each time feeling his hard pecs flex 
underneath his smooth, tight skin. I raised his arms, and dove into 
those armpits, inhaling his scent into my nostrils and licking the hairs 
there until they were shiny , swirling curls. "Mmmmmm." He liked this 
shit. 

I grabbed the top of his shorts and began to work my way with my tongue 
down his chest to his abs. I stopped at his navel and fucked it with my 
tongue, poking it in and out. As I traveled further south, off came the 
shorts. I left the jock on...that shit turns me on. I quickly relieved 
myself of my pants and t-shirt, shoes and socks, all without losing 
contact of my mouth against his skin. I was now kneeling before this 
man, butt nekid.

As Nate grabbed the back of my head, I mouthed his dick and balls 
through the cotton of his jock. His scent was overpowering. His shit was 
uncut, and the head poked out from the right side of his jock and 
pressed against his thigh. I worked my tongue against his thigh, coming 
close enough to the head of his dick so that he could feel my breath on 
it, but never quite touching it. It pulsed, and began to leak a clear 
strand of precum against his thigh. I lapped it up like a cat, playing 
with the strand as it ran from my lips to the head of his dick.

Nate couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed my head and ground the tip 
of his dick against my lips. I pressed the foreskin between my lips and 
sucked on it, pulling it taught over the head of his dick. I reached up 
with one hand, grabbed his dick at the base, and squeezed the skin up 
around the head of his cock until it bunched up and worked my tongue 
into the hole. I sucked so hard my cheeks collapsed, and I made the 
brotha moan from my tongue swirling around the head, stopping at "the 
spot" underneath where the skin attaches itself to the corona. He began 
to pump.

I pushed the skin back, exposing the head of his dick for the first 
time, and flicked the slit while I stroked his dick.

"Stop playin, man. Suck it!" he growled.

Don't have to tell me twice.

I inhaled the muthafucka, stretching my mouth as wide as I could around 
the six-inch circumference. I flattened my tongue, and slowly inched my 
way down the thick, black shaft. I wasn't gonna even try to take it all; 
it seemed like it would be a mile before my lips came anywhere near the 
short and curly patch of black bush in my sight at the other end of his 
dick. When the head hit the back of my throat I almost gagged, but I 
controlled the reflex and slowly worked it further down. That's when 
Nate proceeded to pump again. A nice slow groove punctuated by the slurp 
slurp as his dick worked its way in and out of my mouth, and an 
occasional moan from either one of us . This shit was so good, I was 
drooling down my chin onto my chest. The drool and the precum were 
frothing at the sides of my mouth. The motion made my nine inches 
(uncut, too), now sticking straight up from my thighs, bob up and down. 
I used one hand to stroke it, and the other hand to pull and twist 
Nate's hairy balls.

There we were, in the middle of my living room in the moonlight. Nate 
standing with my head in his hands, head thrown back, knees bent, ass 
flexin , pumping in and out of my hungry-ass mouth; me on my knees 
moanin and stroking like my life depended on it.

He began to go deeper, which I knew I couldn't take. I strained my head 
back against his hands and released his dick from my lips with a pop.

"Whaaaa?" he said as he looked down.

I slurped the mixture of cum and saliva from my lips, swallowed hard and 
said "let's go." I got up from my knees, grabbed his hand and led him to 
the bedroom.

I pushed him down on his back and took off his Jordans and socks. Damn! 
This muthafucka even had pretty feet. Big, long thirteens. No hammer 
time. Even his baby toe looked good enough to eat. I did.

I went shrimpin fo days, causing the muthafucka to moan like crazy as my 
tongue slid in between his toes. When I slurped his big toe into my 
mouth I thought he was going to lose it. I worked that muthafucka like 
it was a dick .

"Damn, Baybee, Damn!" Nate said.

"I got somethin else fo yo ass if you think this is good."

I worked my tongue up the inside of those legs, stopping at the knees 
and licking the back of them. My dick, pressed hard against leg, was 
leaving a slimy trail of precum from his ankle to the inside of his 
thigh. I flipped him over onto his back, and spread his legs. Wide.

I grabbed his ass with both hands, spread his cheeks, and went downtown. 
Licking and flicking, in and out, I worked that little brown hole til it 
clamped around my tongue and just about severed it. Nate moaned, lifting 
his ass to meet my tongue every time it poked into his asshole. And just 
like I was working his ass, I was working mine with a couple of fingers, 
mirroring the motion. 

I went from Nate's ass, to balls, to dick, and back again; each time 
slurping and sucking and sliming that muthafucka until there was a small 
puddle beneath Nate.

He couldn't take it any longer and flipped over. His dick was pressed 
against his abs, flexin.

"Gimme dat ass," he demanded.

"You want summadis?" I said as I slid my way up his body. Straddling his 
thighs, I reached for the night table, fumbled in the drawer for 
you-know-what as fast as I could. Magnums and some lube, a good ho's 
best friends.

I placed the open condom in my mouth, leaned down, and unrolled it over 
his dick. Yeah, I'm good. I proceeded to lube up my ass, making sure it 
was good and ready to take all of what lay before me. Crouching above 
Nate, I grabbed his dick and placed it at the entrance of my ass, bit my 
lip and felt my asshole strain to get the head in. I felt it pop in, 
took a couple handfuls of Nate's pecs, and lowered myself onto that 
sweet black dick. It felt like every internal organ I had was being 
pushed up into my throat.

I breathed hard, trying to relax. Looking into his eyes, I went further 
down. If my asshole could talk the muthafucka would have been screamin. 
I ain't gon lie--it hurt like hell!

Nate grabbed my hips and tried to grind into me.

"Whoa! Slow down, Baby...It ain't going nowhere. I ain't never had 
nothing this damn big up there before. You trying to kill me, man?" He 
laughed for the first time. I just about melted.

With sheer determination and a desire to fuck this brothas brains out, I 
proceeded. I was finally all the way down, and I began what I call the 
hoola -hoop. I was grinding and gyrating my ass so smooth, I had the 
brotha mumbling and prayin to Jesus.

"Goddamn, this shit is good!" Nate said.

"Stop all the chit chat and just fuck me, muthafucka!" was my response.

"It's like that, huh? How yo ass like this?" You know what that brotha 
did? It was all a blur. He flipped my ass over til my head was hanging 
off the bed, threw my legs around his waist, grabbed my ass, and 
proceeded to fuck me until I was speaking in tongues.

"Oh, muthafucka! This shit is yours, Nate! You sweet, black muthafucka, 
this shit is yours!"

My room ain't never been that funky; the aroma of sweat, ass, and dick 
was everywhere. With both of us sweatin our bodies slapping together 
made the sweetest sound I've ever known. He was tearin this ass up! Each 
time he pulled out he lifted me up off the bed, then slammed back into 
me pressing his full body weight against me. I was clutching the sheets 
to shreds, grabbing his back, his ass, his neck. He was pounding me so 
hard the mattress started to slide off the bed, the lamp from the night 
table fell off, and the headboard was pounding against the wall. My 
neighbors probably thought someone was being killed.

We went at it like this for what seemed to be an eternity. Everytime he 
moved into me I felt my insides quake, my heart beat faster, and my ass 
trying to suck more and more of that beautiful black dick inside of me. 
I clutched him, fearing that the next stroke might just be his last and 
he would leave me, body spasming, aching for some more of him. The lust 
I had for this man was causing an intense feeling in my groin and my 
chest that I'd never experienced before. Every nerve in my body was 
firing off, causing white flashes in my brain intense surges of energy 
throughout my body.

My dick was pressed tightly between our two bodies and the motion from 
his strokes caused the skin to slide back and forth over the head, 
causing it to twitch, jerk, and leak. It was itchin, and those abs of 
his were the perfect place to scratch against.

I began to whimper...no, it was more like crying. This beautiful black 
man was giving me the fuck of a lifetime.

Suddenly, the sweat began to poor from Nate's body, his strokes got 
longer, and he ground into me more when he reached the bottom. His dick, 
which was incredibly big to begin with, started to swell and pulse even 
more . I knew what was cummin.

"Oh, shit! OH SHIT!" he said, he reached underneath me, clutched my ass, 
and slammed his dick so hard up my ass I had to scream. I felt the 
muthafucka erupt inside me like a fuckin volcano, filling the condom 
until it leaked out onto his thigh and down the crack of my ass. That 
was all I could take.

I wrapped my arms around that muthafucka and I shot like I never shot 
before. Blast after blast of my cum came shooting out of me. Cum was 
everywhere: the bed, his chest, my chin....everywhere. And I was 
flailing about and screeching at the top of my lungs.

When it was over I couldn't speak. It was like when you were a child and 
you cried so much your body would spasm. Uh, huh...you know!

He laid me back down, and fell on top of me. Laying there, his dick 
deeply embedded in my ass we fell asleep, tightly clutched in each 
other's arms.

Told y'all I'd get him!