Date: Mon, 12 Oct 1998 19:26:59 EDT
From: JAlize200@aol.com
Subject: New House

New House

It was a perfect day for moving, 73 degrees, sunny, dry, not to mention 
the fact that the fellahs were on time, and ready to go. Finally, after 
all these years I was getting my own house, no more apartments to 
outgrow, no more cheap money grubbing landlords to deal with. Everything 
was ready, and as I strolled through the apartment remembering whom I'd 
done here, who had done me there, I realized there were many great 
memories here, but now it's time for more hot boys, and new adventures, 
in my new home. We got everything moved into the new house by late 
afternoon, and as promised the pizza, and beer were on me. I ordered 
something for everyone, and by the time the pizza and kegs arrived the 
stereo was hooked, and the party had begun. When I opened the door to 
pay for the pizza, I knew I was going to like living here. The delivery 
boy was about 20 years old; cute as shit, as he stood there in his 
uniform telling me he had four more pies in the car, and the total is 
$69.69. I looked into his dark intense eyes, smiled as I said unm, and 
thought two of my favorite numbers, c'mon in I said. I directed him to 
the kitchen and watched as his loose fitting pants hung off that phat 
high top ass, you know the type of ass that sits so high on a boy it 
looks like its actually on his back. 
He had the rooms' attention as he bent over to set down the pizza, 
exposing those boxers I just love on a boyee. As he walked back toward 
me I could sense he was checking out the company he was in, and as he 
went to get the rest of the pizza's he looked me over from head to toe, 
and said, "I'll be right back Boss." 

While he was gone, the crowd cheered assuring me that this was my house 
warming gift. "Yeah right." I said. When he returned I held the door for 
him and this time escorted him to the kitchen again my eyes gravitated 
to that plump juicy butt, unfortunately, the boxers were not available 
for viewing this time since he set these pizza's on top of the other 
ones. I asked, "what's your name," as I extended my hand, he firmly 
grasped it shook it a meticulous three times, looked me dead in the eye, 
and said "Billy, and yours." I replied "Wayne," as I thought to myself a 
"roughneck with a brain," and offered him a beer, and an opportunity to 
stay, and join the party. As you can see I've just moved in, and we're 
celebrating. He declined my offer, but asked "how long we were going to 
be partying?"
I told him "probably till you get back." He said,"bet, I get off at 11." 
On his way out I decided to test the water a little, and see just what 
the deal was. I said "I hope this doesn't offend you but, I gotta ask, 
I'm wondering if your lips taste as good as they look." 

He looked at me with bewilderment, as the crucial seconds passed away 
feeling like hours. It seemed like eternity before he cracked the 
pearliest smile I've ever seen and said, "you're crazy," but I'll still 
be back. 

Well anticipation is not one of my strongest points, and within an hour 
I'd pretty much forgotten Billy, continued unpacking, and entertaining. 
In fact it was time to tap the second keg, put an assortment of pizza in 
the oven to stay warm, the rest in the fridge, and light the fireplace. 
Everyone had their tour of the house, and now it's time to kickback in 
front of the fire, tell stories, and get fucked up! It's been a long 
time since we all got together like this, and we vowed to do it more 
often, which is cool especially since none of us are queens, and we 
really can go anywhere together, without getting clocked. 

Soon it was 11:38 and Paul who is Eddie's lover remarked, well I guess 
your house warming gift has been returned. I reminded everyone that I 
was not pressed, and frankly didn't expect him to come back, as everyone 
joked about which one of us scared dude away. The joneing grew louder 
and louder, and no one seemed to notice that the doorbell was ringing. 
Once heard, I said "speak of the devil" and responded to the door, only 
to find another deivery man with more food, who was at the wrong house. 

I turned and told Damien he could sit back down, cause it's not Billy. 
He played it off like he was just going to refill his glass. Not! When 
my attention again focused on the departing stranger, I noticed another 
car pulling up out front, and would'nt you know it was Billy. He said 
Damn, don't tell me everyone's leaving already. I said "naw that was 
just a lost delivery man, glad you made it back." Billy replied are you, 
really? I said "yeah" as I let him in and introduced him to everyone, as 
if they didn't know who he was. 

I asked Billy where he lived since he obviously had time to change his 
clothes, and freshen up. He said Dekalb, so I remarked on how quickly he 
made it home, and back. He said Oh, I left work early. Eddie, John, 
Jeff, and Tony were getting a spade game started while Billy and I hit 
the keg, and got to know each other. Turns out he's actually 23, working 
on a master's in Business, at Morehouse, no kids, no girlfriend, and no 
plans for any. 

Eddie, and John got whipped, and I called next with Billy as my Partner. 
Damien came in with the telephone to tell us he had to go, he and some 
boy were going to a club to chase some puhnanee. It seemed like Jeff, 
and Tony were on a roll, they set us the first hand, and we only made 
board the next two hands. I always said they made a hot team in more 
ways than one, but they never seemed to hit it off that way. I guess 
opposites don't always attract, cause Jeff is about 5'9, dark skinned, 
with those bushy jet black eyebrows, and moustache Medium build, real 
butch, and truly one of the kindest persons I've ever met. If he can, he 
will do for you, no questions asked. Tony also is very attractive but 
he's about six (6) inches taller, and about the complexion of the creamy 
nougat in the middle of a Snickers bar. Now I've fucked around with both 
and I know Jeff "melts in your mouth, and not in your hands," and Tony 
is certainly satisfying, in fact as I sit here losing another hand I 
wonder what a menage a trois would be like with me being the glue to 
keep it together. Umn, I did say something about new adventure's didn't 
I? Each of us doing everything to each other, see Tony has what you 
would call good hair, and in the crack of his ass it curls when its wet. 
You can actually swirl it around in circles around the opening of his 
asshole, and watch the goose pimples rise on his back as you lightly 
blow on his wet booty hole. 

Jeff on the other hand lives for tonsil removal, and straight deep 
dicking, he'll even let you get up in him so long as you don't ask. And 
trust me the last thing you want to do with Jeff is ask him to stop, he 
don't know the meaning, and it seems to excite the fuck out of him, in 
fact he doesn't even get turned on till you start asking him to stop. 
Then he'll tell you "take this dick," "I'm almost there," "Give me that 
ass baby", "You know you want this big black dick," or "Shutup Bitch," 
as he slaps that ass. I know this is the same kind hearted person I was 
telling you about, and I mean it too he's very romantic, always taking 
you somewhere, or doing some little thing for you, and all without 
asking. Believe it or not though this same sweet brother will fuck your 
goddam brains out, and back in again, and expects to be treated the 
same. 

Lady luck must be sitting in my lap, cause Billy and I only need five 
(5) more books to win this game, speaking of which, now what do you 
think? We haven't outright talked about sex, or the sexualities, but my 
earlier question about those lips; and he still came back? Did he think 
I was just kidding? Did he believe I wanted to know? Think I didn't? Or 
did he come back to let me find out? 

Decisions, decisions, decisions. 

What should I do? 

We're making eye contact, but hell so are Paul, and Eddie shit they 
don't count, they already look like they wanna go put the bed together. 
Hey, not a bad idea, tell them to go put the bed together, and watch 
Billy's reaction. 

Nothing. 

Okay, let's try this so Billy, what else you got planned for tonight? 

I don't know wassup with you? My dick I thought to myself but I don't 
know if you're ready for that yet. You trying to hang out? Yeah sure. 
Well it certainly sounds like he's open to suggestions. Man fuck this, 
we beat them. I'm taking Billy out back, I gotta know and the New Yorker 
in me wants to be blunt. 

So Billy, you never did answer my question. What you mean? You known, 
those lips man. So what about my lip's Wayne. Do they taste as good as 
they look? Yeah, they do. Eintt, wrong answer! Well what was I supposed 
to say? How about "you'll have to tell me," "I'll let you be the judge," 
or "taste em', and find out." Billy, said "Damn you kindda bold aren't 
you." I said "I'm from New York, and we like to get what's on our chest 
off." He said, yeah you ain't kidding. I said "you know if the subject 
makes you uncomfortable just say so, I'll leave it alone." 

Billy said, "It's not that, it's just I didn't expect you to go there. I 
mean nobody's ever cracked on me like that, you caught me off guard." So 
wassup you still ain't telling me what I wanna hear. 

You wit that or what? 

I mean I've done it before, I don't go looking for that, but I can hang. 
Cool I'm glad, cause aside from the fact that I think you're sexy as 
shit, I also like other things about you. 

"Yeah, like what?" 

Well the first was your firm handshake, then I also took note of the 
fact that you looked me in the eye when you spoke, and even though you 
were ethically stylish, I could tell you were educated, cool, 
adventuresome, and purposeful. "Damn you got all of that from just those 
few minutes?" 

Yeah, but most of it was just unconfirmed feelings, now is when I find 
out if my intuition is correct. Billy said "suppose I just wanna be 
friends?" I said "so, I'm not some pressed queen who if turned down 
doesn't want to know you. In fact the reasons I asked about your lips, 
or specifically whether or not you wit it, has very little to do with 
the fact that I find you attractive. 

The main reason is that I don't want to become attached to someone in 
any way who is unwilling to accept me for me, or feel forced to hide 
certain aspects of my life from you because you do not approve. 

You see Billy, initial physical attraction does one thing; get my 
attention. Understanding, and the ability to communicate is what keep 
it." 

Billy said "I get a lot mfer's trying to push up on me but, none of them 
have come close to stepping to me, as you." We went back inside as Jeff, 
Tony, and John were leaving. I asked, "where are Paul, and Eddie?" John 
said "you told them to put the bed together, didn't you?" Billy looked 
at me, smiled and said, "look kid I gotta get going, but yo' you got the 
digits call, if you need any help unpacking, you wanna talk or hang 
out." You know it boyee! I shut the door, and proceeded upstairs to see 
what Paul, and Eddie had gotten into or out of? I'll say this Paul, and 
Eddie sure didn't waste any time. They had the waterbed assembled, and 
in full motion when I walked in the room. Eddie looked at me and said 
"wassup is the party over already, without interrupting the rocking of 
Paul's knee caps. I told Eddie he was certainly true to his zodiac sign 
(Taurus), as I caught glimpses of his big balls bouncing against Paul's 
ass. Knowing my fascination with video cameras Paul said "bet you'd like 
to get a shot of this." I said, "Do I? Don't go anywhere I'll be right 
back." When I returned with the camcorder I asked, "how long have you 
two been fucking?" Paul said "Daddy trying to catch a sunrise." Eddie 
grabbed Paul's hips and pulled him on his dick, as he slammed forward 
and said "tighten that ass baby." 

Needless to say my shit was there! These two fine ass brothers were 
fucking for points. Eddie was fucking Paul down to the bed, and then 
wrapping his arms around his waist, to hoist him back to the doggy style 
position. Paul was getting dick fo' days, Eddie was trying to make 
babies, and I was getting a handful to go along with this Kodak moment. 
As I watched Eddie continue to pull Paul, onto his dick it looked like a 
part of him was lost inside of Paul. Like for several brief moments his 
hips became a part of his ass, and the stroke was no joke I mean Paul 
squeezed out tension in measured doses forcing Eddie to swing his shit 
perpendicular to that ass to make that hole open back up. This really 
got interesting when he took his dick all the way out. Reentry reminded 
me of that little space capsule landing on earth in "I dream of Jeanie." 
Maximum resistance, dick glistening, poised over that hole waiting for 
the moment that hole puckers closed, thinking the assault had come to an 
end only to learn the same was not true, and squeezing that muscle ever 
so tight trying to keep the big bad dick out. Surrendering hopelessly 
when the weight of it all just burrows thru. 

Stroke after stroke 

Eddie twisted Paul's body so that his left shoulder was on the bed, 
keeping his groin perpin-dic-ular (no pun intended) to Paul's butt 
putting Paul's right leg up in the air so he could plow that ass. Now 
this shot was all that and a bag of chips. Eddies big balls were being 
dragged up Paul's inner thigh each time he went in that ass, and then as 
if that wasn't enough, because his sack hung like that, when he pulled 
back, his nuts would get squished underneath his dick, and pop in front 
of him. So when he came forward again not only did Paul feel the weight, 
heat, and thickness of Eddie, he also felt him massage his nuts against 
his anus. Eddie had no mercy, he would push Paul's leg up in the air 
till it started to hurt, slide his dick all the way in, and then move 
his pelvis up, and down with a slight forward, rapid agitation. All the 
while Paul was hopelessly devoted to the dick, moaning, begging, and 
occasionally crying for more and sometimes less. I really wished he just 
shut up, and take the dick, in fact I even considered shoving my own 
dick in his mouth just to shut him up, but then who would work the 
camera. Thus I began to imagine who could adequately shut him up? Jeff, 
yep he would do, Jeff is a young black Doctor, Ear, Nose, and Throat 
Specialist to be exact,  guess you know which is his favorite! Jeff 
would shove that black dick of his down Paul's throat just enough to 
make him gag, but short of choking him. What can I say the man is about 
his work. He will replace Paul's whimpers with instructions. Relax, 
stare into the jet black glistening hair surrounding my dick, and inner 
thighs, wrap your arms around my waist and hold on hold as you envision 
yourself falling off a cliff. Suck on my dick as if your sucking on a 
milkshake that's too cold. See my dick as the straw, the desirable 
contents half way up the straw, you know if you go down further; 
sucking, licking, and swallowing you'll be able to taste it. Don't worry 
I've got your head, I'll massage your neck to keep it from stiffening 
while you go for it. Yeah, baby that's it, it's coming straight at you, 
just what you've been waiting for. Damn what a scene, hope I've got 
enough tape. Jeff placed his left leg behind Paul's neck and straddled 
his shoulder further immobilizing him, holding his head about three 
inches from the bed instructing him to hold on baby don't fall, I'm 
coming. Think he didn't. Jeff held that boy's head, and pumped dick all 
in his throat with surgical precision. If I didn't know better I'd swear 
Paul was hypnotized, I mean he was really holding onto Jeff like he was 
afraid of falling, didn't even gag when Jeff said, "drink me baby" and 
nutted all down his throat I focused my lens on Paul's lips as the long 
black softening shaft of Jeff's dick emerged from its silky womb. By 
this time Eddie was ready to make a baby, he turned Paul onto his 
stomach and laid on his back, closed his legs, and without warning stuck 
him. Eddie tapped that ass, wrapped his arms under, Paul's shoulder and 
locked his hands behind his head, slamming in and out that ass making 
his cheeks bounce. 

Paul now eager to please his lover bucked, flexed his ass muscles, swung 
his hips, and grabbed at that dick like kids at a carnival bobbing for 
apples. Eddie dove in and out that ass, making sure Paul could feel 
every entry. When Eddie came in that ass, he tightened his grip around 
Paul's head, spread his legs so far that Paul's pelvis was elevated off 
the bed and pushed his dick so far into his ass that his own back arched 
about four inches. Eddie had slammed all the muscles in their bodies 
into contraction, and held them there for what seemed like eternity. 
Paul was crying as Eddie whispered I love you boy, relaxed his hold, 
massaged his head, closed his legs, and went to sleep with his dick 
buried in his lover's ass. I on the other hand could no longer contain 
myself, as I relived my version of what just happened, and busted my 
first nut in my corner house. 

Two days later I invited Billy over for dinner, then he asked me to 
dinner and a movie Thursday. I met Billy downtown, we consolidated 
vehicles and went to a soulfood restaurant called "My Brother's Keeper" 
dinner was great, and the conversation was even better we talked even 
more about each other, first experience, fantasies, families, past 
relationships, goals, commitments, and general viewpoints. When we got 
back in the car Billy told me "I'm glad we met," and squeezed my hand. 
Likewise, I said as I intertwined our hands, and stared into those deep 
dark eyes. Billy, and I began dating regularly, we saw each other two or 
three times a week, cooked dinner for each other, dined out, went to 
clubs (mostly straight), hiking, fishing, ball games. Some nights we 
would just sit or lay in front of the fire, and develop new ways to 
define foreplay. In fact we seldom fucked, not that it wasn't all that 
and more! Truly it was, but neither of us are used to getting done that 
much, so we found other ways to satisfy each other. Billy, has all these 
what I call hot spots on his body. They're really erogenous zones that 
send him into a frenzy when licked, nibbled, or blown on, and I like to 
pleasurably torture these areas, which ultimately makes Billy's body 
quiver uncontrollably. The first time we made love we were at my house, 
we had rented "Sarafina" and were watching it wrapped in each other's 
arm with the soft glow of the fireplace casting our shadows into a 
motion picture all it's own. Billy started nibbling on my ear, neck, and 
whispering how good he felt when he was around me, how none of his other 
encounters ever amounted to anything more than sex, and how he felt he 
was experiencing some inexplicable feelings toward me. 

We laid down in each other's arm, and began kissing passionately, I 
nuzzled on Billy's chin, neck, nipples, and lightly scraped the tip of 
my fingernails along his back while I slide the sharp edges of my teeth 
ever so slightly along the side of his neck, and nipples. I pulled 
Billy's shirt out of his pants, and up his torso so I could run my 
tongue between his ribs, while I squeezed his butt, with one hand and 
his nipples with the other. These sensations were almost unbearable to 
Billy no one had worked his body over with a tongue the way I did, and 
he soon came to enjoy our foreplay more than anything else. I was amazed 
at the passion bundled up in this young man, while I am only three years 
older than Billy, he is the only man I've ever met this young who is a 
freak for his tongue. I mean Billy would lick my ass, nuts, nipples, 
neck, thighs, ear, temples, and not necessarily in that order. The boy 
is hot. He says I'm the only dude he's ever met with such a smooth 
almost, honey glazed complexion. 

The next three months were great, we planned my August 22 birthday bash 
together, and Billy vowed it to be an event I won't soon forget, which 
is kindda nice cause even as a child my birthday wasn't a very 
celebrated event. Two days before my birthday Billy came over handed me 
a card, and said happy birthday, Boo (my new nickname). I thanked him 
with a kiss and told him I would open it on my Birthday. Billy insisted 
I open it now, which I did, to find my baby posed nude on a birthday 
card, with two tickets to Puerto Rico in it. Jokingly I asked who's the 
other ticket for? 

He had booked us on tomorrow's 1:00p.m. flight, and we would spend four 
nights, three days, and return on Saturday. I happily rescheduled 
everything, packed, and left the spare keys with Damien to check on 
things while we were away. 

Billy, was a man of his word, this was truly a birthday I would never 
forget. A good time is an understatement we had a ball, as it turned out 
Billy had hired this photographer to shoot a nude spread of him with a 
birthday theme for me. He had the card, and several other prints of he 
made, including a sexy poster of him showing off his long legs, six pack 
stomach, and genitalia. We even lived out a fantasy of ours (pulling two 
women), for a double date which was so cool because after we did them, 
we got busy ourselves, (if only the walls could talk). A bond had 
certainly been formed. 

We arrived at my home approximately 10:00 p.m. and I just couldn't wait 
to get Billy behind closed doors. Gratitude, and an indescribable sort 
of feeling had come over me, I think I'm falling in love. I opened the 
door, and stepped into awe. I've been set up, these motherfuckers, 
played me. Person's I haven't seen in years greeted me by yelling 
surprise as I turned on the light, and just when I thought, it couldn't 
get any better. 

This was truly the best day of my life, and this started a tradition 
that Billy and I continue to this day. We never know what the other has 
planned for the other's birthday, but it's always worth the wait.