Date: Mon, 02 Nov 1998 05:24:06 PST
From: eagleman_50@hotmail.com
Subject: A DAY OF LOVIN'

  A DAY OF LOVIN'  by Eagleman

  This is a story of two homeboys who get a chance to spend a day 
together. The usual disclaimers apply.  If you're not into sex between 
males this is not for you. 

   Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@hotmail.com

   It was one of those New York winters that drive people to Florida for 
relief.  The wind was blowing and the cold had a vise-like grip on the 
city.  Luckily, there was no snow or ice and people were still able to 
get around.  But the cold was still murder and many people wanted to 
stay inside and wait it out.  Kevon was one of those who wanted to wait 
it out.  He hadn't missed school all year, but now he just couldn't take 
it. The walk to the subway suddenly seemed too long, so he decided to 
stay home.  His alarm had gone off sometime ago but he turned it off and 
snuggled down in the bed, trying to get back to sleep.  He was alone.  
His mother had gone to work and left him there.  She trusted him to do 
the right thing; after all, he was a good kid, with good grades, and one 
day out wouldn't be earth- shattering. He was seventeen, a junior and 
poised to graduate right on time.  
   Kevon had covered himself with the blankets, the shades were drawn, 
the room was dark and he was enveloped in the darkness.  As he lay in 
his cocoon his thoughts centered on Rasheem.  His thoughts usually 
centered on Rasheem.  He loved him, they loved each other.  Kevon's hand 
traveled down to his cock.  It was hard, laying against his stomach and 
his hand encircled it.  His finger reached up to the tip and he felt the 
pre-cum that was oozing out.  He began to smear it around the crown and 
down the shaft. He thought about Rasheem's body and wished he were 
laying on top of him, kissing him.  He wanted to feel his hard cock 
pushing against his, bringing him to a point of eruption.  From 
experience they knew how to give each other intense pleasure.  Kevon 
missed Rasheem.  He began to remember their first time together.
   It had been about a year ago in a winter such as this one. Their 
coming together had been developing for awhile but suddenly it seemed 
like it was inevitable - it had to happen. They lived in the same 
remodeled tenement building in Bed-Sty, Brooklyn.  They had played 
together as kids and grew up together - real close.  They dressed like 
the other homeboys on the block and talked the same talk, but they knew 
they had something different between them.  On that night Rasheem had 
teased Kevon and they had laughed a lot and felt good about being with 
each other.  They were standing in the hallway, trying to hide from the 
cold and not succeeding too well when Rasheem suggested they go up to 
the top floor.  They mounted the stairs slowly, talking, teasing, just 
being friends.  There were no tenants on the top floor because the 
remodeling wasn't finished and the hallways weren't lit.  Once they 
reached the landing Rasheem stepped into the darkness, moved along the 
corridor into a really dark corner and leaned back against the wall.  
Kevon followed him, unsure about what was going to happen, but knowing 
what he wanted to happen. Kevon stood in front of Rasheem, not really 
being able to see him, but knowing he was there, knowing that his body 
was right in front of him, waiting for him.  Rasheem reached out and 
pulled Kevon to him and hugged him tightly.  He kissed his cheek, his 
earlobe and then he buried his face in his neck. Kevon's hands encircled 
Rasheem's neck and he put his tongue into Rasheem's ear.  He felt his 
body against his and realized how much he wanted this.  
   They had on too many clothes to feel the real essence of their 
embrace.  All the winter garments intruded and kept them from realizing 
the closeness they wanted. Rasheem pushed his hips out from the wall 
trying to get closer to Kevon.  He did, but he was still too far away.  
He moved from kissing his neck to his lips.  In the dark he found them 
and began sucking on Kevon's lower lip.  He tasted him and then pushed 
his tongue into Kevon's mouth.  Kevon's tongue met his and their tongues 
grappled in his mouth. In the midst of the cold they were making their 
own heat. The teenagers kissed and snuggled together for a long time, 
wishing it was summer so they could feel what they really wanted to feel 
and do what they had wanted to do for so long.      
   Rasheem had an idea.  He released Kevon and pulled him along the wall 
to one of the apartment doors.  He pushed the door open and they stepped 
in.  Immediately they felt the heat.  The pipes had been connected and 
there was heat coming from the baseboards. It was still dark, but it 
wasn't cold.  Dark was all right, cold wasn't. In the dark Rasheem began 
to take off his clothes.  Since they had reached the landing of the top 
floor neither had said a word to the other.  They just knew this was 
right, this was what should be happening.  Kevon took off his clothes, 
too.  Soon they both stood in the empty dark room, naked and full of 
desire for each other.  This room was on the moonward side of the 
building.  The light from the full moon sliced into the room and brought 
illumination.  As their eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness they began to 
see each other as they had never done before.  It was then that they 
began to talk.
   "Ra', you so fine, nigga, so fine. I been wantin' you for so long."
   "No, Kev', you the fine one.  You mo' fine than I ever could be." 
   They met in the middle of the room and Rasheem took Kevon into his 
arms and kissed him again.  It was the same as before but much 
different.  Rasheem felt Kevon's warm body against his; he felt his hard 
dick pushing against his and he felt his strong arms encircling him. 
Kevon also knew it was different.  He felt Rasheem's hands caressing his 
mounds of flesh, his buns.  He pushed against him and began to grind his 
cock against Rasheem's.  Their tongues had reunited them as their hands 
explored territory they had never felt before. Their grinding together 
intensified as their hard black cocks rubbed against each other bringing 
them toward the release they sought and wanted so badly.  Rasheem's 
hands were cupping Kevon's ass and relishing the smoothness, the 
firmness of the globes of flesh that were inviting him further.  He 
tried to pull him closer, but that was impossible because they were 
already locked in a tightness that allowed no vacuum. Kevon felt himself 
on the verge of a release that was different than anything he had ever 
felt before. He also knew that Rasheem was experiencing the same thing.  
Their cocks began to erupt at the same time.  Volley after volley of hot 
semen erupted from their teenaged shafts cannonading across the room in 
long spurts. Their first passion had been satisfied, the next was 
pending.
   Kevon remembered it as if it had been yesterday.  He tightened his 
grip on his dick and stroked it again.  His thoughts drifted back to the 
room on the top floor - the room of discovery.  Suddenly, he was aroused 
from his reverie by a knock on his apartment door.  'Who could that be,' 
he wondered.  He eased out of his coccoon, pulled on a pair of sweats 
and ran to the door.
   "Who's there?"  he called from inside, rather annoyed.
   "Ra, man,  Ra!"  Kevon smiled and took off his sweats, he wouldn't 
need them now.  He opened the door and stood looking at the most 
important person in his life - his homeboy lover.
   "Yo, you made your own holiday?"  Ra stepped in and closed the door. 
He looked at Kevon and smiled.  "Fine! You one fine nigga, bro."
   "No, Ra.  You the fine one."  Kevon moved into Rasheem's arms and 
felt his strong arms encircle him. 
   The contrast between these two teenagers couldn't be greater.  
Although Rasheem was an inch taller than Kevon, they seemed to be the 
same height because Kevon was thin.  Rasheem was built, bulked up from 
lifting weights, exercising and playing football.  His body was 
powerful.  His pecs stood out at least an inch above his flat stomach 
and his arms and legs were heavily muscled.  He was handsome, dark and 
handsome with thick black eyebrows and a symmetrical face that had a 
constant smile.  His powerful torso conveyed the impression of ruthless 
strength but he was gentle, loving and affectionate.  Rasheem's 
complexion is best described as 'coffee, no milk.'  Kevon, on the other 
hand, is 'coffee, light.'  He is tall but thin, not skinny, but without 
any extra weight. His pecs are developed but they don't stand out too 
far.  He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long, muscular legs.  
Kevon is a track man and his legs demonstrate it.  He has straight black 
hair that he wears in braids, a long narrow face and light brown eyes.  
Rasheem can never get over the hair on Kevon's body - it's everywhere.  
   Kevon was nude in Rasheem's arms and he felt his hands roaming his 
body in anticipation of what was to come.  This was what he wanted, what 
he craved, what he needed.  He was glad he had stayed home and Rasheem 
had found him.  This was going to be a day for loving and being loved.  
Rasheem's arms tightened their grip on him and he kissed his neck and 
his ears.
   "How'd you know I was here?" Kevon whispered as if someone would hear 
them.
   "You didn't make second period and I checked the list.  Where else 
could you be? Here, waiting for me."  Rasheem smiled and looked at 
Kevon.
   "Pretty sure of yourself aren't you, bro?"
   "Yep.  Who else but me, nigga?"  Rasheem's grip tightened.
   "Nobody, Ra, nobody.  I love you."  Kevon squeezed himself in tighter 
and lay his head on Rasheem's shoulder.
   "God, Kev' you so fine, I love you so much."  Rasheem ran his hand 
along Kevon's braided hair.  Then, he gripped his head in both hands and 
pulled his face towards his.  Their lips met and their tongues began to 
dance in Kevon's mouth.  They just stood there in Kevon's kitchen 
kissing and caressing and loving each other.  They were shut in from the 
fierce winter and enjoying the warmth of their love together.  Kevon 
broke the kiss, took Rasheem by the hand and led him into his bedroom.  
He closed and locked the door and lay down on his back on the bed.  
Kevon lifted his legs, pulled his knees back to his chest and locked his 
arms around the crook of his legs, hoisting his beautifully shaped ass 
into the air.  He was ready.  Rasheem was getting ready.  He took off 
his clothes without taking his eyes off Kevon.  They knew each other's 
need and were anxious to meet those needs with everything they had.  For 
Rasheem, this was about Kevon; for Kevon, this was about Rasheem.  
   Rasheem knew where the lube was.  He got it, applied it to his long 
dick and then got between Kevon's legs and applied some to his manhole.  
They were ready.
   "Yo, you the finest nigga in the Big Apple, bro."  Rasheem grinned as 
he looked deep into Kevon's brown eyes.
   "I told you, bro, you the one.  You so fine I don't stand a chance."  
Kevon laughed and blew Rasheem a kiss.
   Rasheem bent over and positioned his cock on Kevon's little brown 
spot.  He had done this so many times he could do it in the dark as he 
did the first time.  But he liked watching his long black rod disappear 
into this little hole.  He pushed and saw his dickhead break into 
Kevon's body.  Kevon stiffened with the onslaught and then pushed back 
to engulf this dick.  Rasheem continued pushing in and watched as each 
of his many inches disappeared into Kevon's tight tunnel.  He couldn't 
believe how tight and hot it was each time.  His dick was swallowed by 
this smooth, hot passageway.  He felt Kevon's ass muscles gripping and 
releasing his cock as he began plowing into him.  He also felt the hairs 
around Kevon's hole as he established the rhythm of fucking. They knew 
how to do this from so many times before. It didn't matter who was 
giving and who was receiving, they knew how to bond together to make 
each experience one of absolute pleasure.
   Rasheem raised up off Kevon's body and positioned himself to give a 
power fuck.  He braced his legs and his feet on the bed so that he was 
in the best posture to plow deep and hard.  Kevon raised his ass to 
receive each thrust and continued working his ass muscles on the long 
black prong which was reaching deep into his body.  Time had no meaning 
for these two teenagers in the dark room on the cold winter day. They 
were alone in their own world doing what meant the most to them.  
Rasheem humped Kevon for a long time.  His rock hard pecker slammed into 
his lover with a powerful force that brought grunts of pleasure and joy 
from him.  Kevon always made a lot of noise while being fucked.  He 
couldn't help it.  He didn't say anything, he just moaned, grunted and 
sighed.  Rasheem loved to hear him - it meant he was giving him what he 
wanted.  He plowed and listened.  He heard the wind blowing fiercely 
outside; but he was sheltered inside with the sound of Kevon's moaning, 
their bodies slamming and the bed bouncing.   
   "This is 'cause you so fine, Kev, so fine."
   "Shit, Ra, I love you, you fine black stud. Oh yeahhhh."
   "You like this dick, Kev?  Is it what you want?"
   "You know it! Fuck me, Ra, fuck me with your fine self."  It wasn't 
long before Kevon could feel his dick hardening against his stomach.  He 
knew that meant he was about to cum.  He also felt Rasheem's grunts get 
deeper and his thrust becoming more intense.  They were going to nut 
together.  
   They did.  Rasheem's powerful dick exploded in Kevon's hot channel 
filling it with his teenage cum.  His jism gushed out in torrents within 
his lover, bathing the walls of his ass and easing out onto the bed.  At 
the same time Kevon's long dick erupted with white lava.  It spewed into 
Kevon's face and ran down his chin joining with the other semen that had 
spurted onto his chest.
   They cleaned themselves off, pulled the covers up and covered their 
naked bodies.  The wind was still howling outside but the two homeboys 
were wrapped tightly together.  Kevon's head was on Rasheem's chest.  
Rasheem was playing with the bush around Kevon's dick.  He loved to run 
his fingers through his silky pubic hairs. Every so often he would reach 
down and enclasp Kevon's long dick. He was hard and Rasheem knew he was 
ready.  He loved being loved by Kevon and wanted this moment to last 
forever.  
   Rasheem turned over onto his stomach and offered his round, firm 
globes to Kevon.  Kevon got between Rasheem's legs and in the darkness 
of the blanket cocoon he began to caress Rasheem's ass.  He felt the big 
melon buns and squeezed them in his hands.  He spread the cheeks and put 
his face within the valley that separated them and sniffed.  He knew 
Rasheem's musky smell and delighted in it.  He knew others would think 
this gross but this was Rasheem, his lover, he wanted to know all of 
him. In the dark he used his finger to find the hole and then positioned 
his prick at the opening his finger had pointed out.  He pushed in and 
in one stroke hit bottom.  Rasheem groaned and then he lifted his ass to 
push back against Kevon and get all he had to offer.  
   Since Kevon had already come he was under no pressure and he took his 
time.  He plowed steadily and relentlessly, pistoning into Rasheem's 
beautifully shaped, hot ass.  He slammed against the rounded jutting out 
globes and reached deep into his lover.  He pulled all the way out and 
slammed back in again.  Rasheem lifted his ass in rhythm with Kevon and 
used his ass muscles to grasp and release Kevon's long rod.  The clock 
ticked away and their bodies continued to pull and push against each 
other.  Kevon rode Rasheem on his journey to ecstasy.  His big dick was 
taking them together to a place they had been before but was always new 
and different.  They were flowing in perfect unity as their bodies gave 
and received the pleasure they craved.  Kevon lifted himself off 
Rasheem's body and pulled his dick out of his grasping ass.  He turned 
him over, lifted his legs and then, in the dark, plunged back in.  Now 
he began loving Rasheem's face - he kissed him everywhere and began 
whispering to him.
   "Fine nigga, bro.  Real fine.  Fine big ass. Fine big dick.  Fine 
black skin.  Yo, you fine.  I love you."  No beat was missed and the 
rhythm wasn't changed
   "Yo, Kev, fuck me, bro.  Fuck with your fine brown dick.  You doin' 
it right, nigga, real fine."  Rasheem's hands were caressing Kevon's ass 
pulling him into him.  Not that he needed it, he was plowing deep 
without any help.  He liked the feel of Rasheem's hands on his ass, 
though.  He knew what else was coming, too. Rasheem reached around and 
into the crack of Kevon's hairy valley and found his shithole.  He stuck 
a finger in and began finger fucking in rhythm to the dick fucking he 
was getting.  This was the icing on the cake.  Kevon couldn't take it 
any longer.  He cried out and began spurting his stuff into Rasheem's 
well fucked channel.  He unloaded gobs of cum into his lover and felt 
Rasheem's dick twitch under him and then erupt in torrents.  
   They were still under the blankets in the dark cocoon of Kevon's bed.  
The wind was still howling outside and the cold still gripped the city.  
But two teenaged boys in Brooklyn still had erections, were still in 
each other's arms and were getting ready to do what they had already 
done.  
   "Yo, you finer than Tyson and Denzel together. You in a class by 
yourself, nigga."  Rasheem was cradling Kevon's head in his arms, 
rubbing his hand through his braided hair.  His other hand was still 
playing in the silky hair around his dick.  Kevon was tweaking Rasheem's 
nipples and easing his hand up and down his hard shaft.  
   "I ain't shit compared to you, bro.  I told you, you the finest in 
the land."  Kevon chuckled, then reached up and kissed Rasheem.
   "I want you standing up, man. I gotta have it again.  You too fine, 
Kev, too fine.  I love you so much, so much."  Rasheem moaned into 
Kevon's head and began easing off the bed.
   Kevon knew what Rasheem wanted and he got ready to give it to him.  
He got out of the bed, flipped on the light and stood in front of the 
mirror.  He bent over and pulled his asscheeks apart.  Rasheem stepped 
behind him, aimed his lubed cock at the sweet hole and pushed in.  It 
only took one push and he was all the way in.  Kevon pulled himself up 
and Rasheem encircled him with his arms.  They watched themselves in the 
mirror as Rasheem began pumping into Kevon.  They had done this before, 
too, and enjoyed being voyeurs.  Rasheem's hands played with Kevon's 
nipples and his dick.  He messed around in his pubic hairs and caressed 
his upper body. Then he began to stroke Kevon's dick in rhythm with his 
stroking into his ass.  Together they built up to another ejaculation 
and when it came they held each other tightly and cried out in the joy 
of their eruption.  
   Kevon turned out the light and they got back in bed. This time 
Rasheem lay on his side with Kevon flush up against him, his big dick 
pushing at his asscrack.  He lifted his leg onto Kevon's and felt 
Kevon's big dick being pushed into the dark valley between the beautiful 
mounds.  Rasheem reached around to guide it to the right place.  It was 
rock hard and he had no trouble lining it up with his hot hole.  Kevon 
eased into this waiting tunnel - the place he had been so many times 
before, but never got tired of visiting.  Once in, he reached around and 
held Rasheem close to him.  They just lay there, not moving, not 
talking, not doing anything but being joined together by a long, brown 
cock.  
   "I wish I was as fine as you, bro.  You win the prize for fine, 
nigga. First prize!"  Kevon grinned in the dark.
   "You da bomb, bro.  I love you more than words, Kev." Rasheem reached 
back and ran his hand along Kevon's braids.  Kevon's head was on 
Rasheem's shoulder, his dick deep inside his warm tunnel. Gradually they 
fell asleep, ignoring the cold and the wind.  They were safe in their 
warm cocoon with each other. They would wake up after awhile with 
Kevon's hard dick poised for action and then they would start all over 
again.  It was going to be a day of loving for some fine homeboys.