(Ex Con Uncle Part 4)
I couldn’t believe what I’d just done.
I’d just rode the cum out of some ex-con I’d just met the same day.
There was Skins, the hardcore skinhead whose blue balls were sore enough to let me throat his cock and ride him…
And raw at that…
I looked at him just sitting there on the sofa with the same look of confusion and satisfaction on his face that I’d seen on Uncle Joe the two times I’d milked him.
What was it about “str8 men” that turned me into this sex fiend?
And… what was it about me that attracted them to me enough to allow me to have my way with them?
Was it my short, lean twink stature?
My smooth, hairless skin?
Or my soft, round glutes?
That’s gotta be it.
I like to wear joggers to school pretty much every day because their cheap and comfy–more comfortable than jeans, slacks, or pants.
Let me explain…
While my waist is pretty small at 30 inches, my quads and glutes are bursting out of size 30 jeans.
While I can button the size 30’s at the waist, I have to go up to about a 34 to fit my thighs in them, so joggers it is.
I’m not a jock or into sports at all, but I do occasionally jog and do squats with added weight since strong quads are good got all the plyometrics I do in dance and some of our musicals at school.
And while Uncle Joe was the first guy to ever technically fuck me, my first time doing gay stuff was way before this.
I’ll tell you about it
As I said in an earlier story I’m a dancer and theater kid for the most part.
I know very little about sports and hated PE class at school because of all the sweating and stuff.
I enjoyed watching the really athletic guys in class, but other than that I HATED it.
Buckley high school, the high school I went to is in the poor part of town. It used to be mostly white back when mom went there, but now it’s mostly black with a few white and Latino students who all got along for the most part.
Most of us were poor, with a few middle class folks who still sent their kids to Buckley high even though it was a hell hole with overcrowded classes, a deteriorating building, and teachers that didn’t give a damn.
All of them except Coach Williams.
Coach Williams was a tall, Black man who wasn’t shredded, but you could tell he used to be.
He not only taught PE, but coached the Basketball team which was apparently pretty good.
They often made it to the playoffs and won some statewide championship the year before I got there.
Kinda weird that the school was state champs in basketball but failed at everything else including academics.
Buckley High was, and still is, a dropout factory.
Since PE was a requirement, and they wouldn’t let me use my dance or theater elective classes in place of it, there I was sitting on the bleachers in the gym watching everyone else have a good time.
I enjoyed watching the basketball players all sweaty–some of them with their shirts off.
Two of them in particular would catch my attention: Rashaad and Carlos.
Rashaad was one of the stars on the basketball team.
According to Coach and so many others, he’s the main ingredient to their state championship team.
Rashaad stood about 6’4 even as a high schooler and was lean and muscular at the same time.
He has really dark, dark skin the color of molasses and it’s smooth and clear… no blemishes or acne.
He has dreadlocks that he keeps pulled back and it accentuates his high cheekbones and chiseled face. Oh, and he has a thick, nappy beard which is weird to see on a high schooler.
Whenever I’d see Rashaad, his shirt was off and the sweat dripped down his washboard abs down to that deep V the guys have.
And like so many other guys at Buckley, he’d often let his pants or basketball shorts sag a little so you could see the top of the waistband of his boxer briefs which were often drenched with the istanbul travesti sweat that pooled at the top.
Every now and then his pubes would peek from below the rim of his underwear when they sagged enough.
And his dick was HUGE!
I mean, even though he wore underwear it was easy to see his thick pole swinging from left to right whether he was doing some complicated cross dribble maneuver on the basketball court, or just walking around.
His dick print was massive.
It wasn’t uncommon for him to have mini-hardons where his Dick would kinda chub up from time to time.
And he used it.
Although Rashaad was in high school, and the crown jewel of the basketball team, he often struggled academically and had 3 kids by 3 different girls already.
Like… wow…
I know, right?
Anyway, I’d often try to get out of PE any chance I got.
I’d tried convincing them to let me get my PE credit with other classes to no avail, so my next resort was trying to do as least as possible when it came to sports and stuff.
Coach FINALLY had a proposition for me…
Apparently, Rashaad was in danger of failing Algebra 2.
Usually, teachers looked out for the star athletes and gave them a passing grade in the interest of high marks on the football and basketball teams, but Rashaad’s Algebra 2 teacher wasn’t having it.
Rashaad would have to get a passing grade the old-fashioned way if he wanted to pass Algebra 2.
Failing would have him removed from all extra curricular activities, including Basketball.
Coach knew I was pretty good in math–well, better than most at Buckley, so he agreed to let me skip PE if I would tutor Rashaad after practices.
I agreed not understanding the fact that Buckley’s basketball team was championship-grade for a reason: they practiced well into the night sometimes!
I agreed to stay after school all the way through practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
This was easy since I usually had theater or dance practices after school until about 630p, then I’d head over to the gymnasium to finish homework waiting until practice was over anywhere.
I was down for it if Rashaad was, and according to coach he was.
That first Tuesday went as expected.
I finished dance class then headed over the the gym to wait until practice was over to tutor Rashaad.
I salivated watching him dominate the court during practices. He was so aggressive and passionate.
It was so fucking sexy.
Finally, practice was over…
They did some corny chant and headed to the showers.
I started putting my things away so I’d be ready when he came out of the shower and we headed to his house where I’d tutor him.
Rashaad was the last one to come out of the shower some 30 minutes later.
He walked over and greeted me.
“Sup bruh,” he said raising his had to slap me a high five with extra seasoning.
“You bout ready to roll?” He asked.
“Uh, yeah…” I said.
For some reason he made me kinda nervous.
Was it because he’s so sexy?
Maybe.
Was it because he’s so popular around Buckley?
Maybe.
Was it because he’s Black and I’m White?
Maybe.
The arrangement was that he’d ride with me since I drove my family’s white Ford Focus to school every day.
We’d do math at his house, then I’d head home.
Rashaad practically folded himself into the front seat and let the seat all the way back before reaching his hand inside his basketball shorts and adjusting himself.
My stomach was in my throat.
Out of the corner of my eye while driving I could see the outline of his thick python in the passenger seat laying across his left thigh with his legs wide open manspreading to the max in my little Ford Focus.
The car ride was totally silent except for the occasional directions he’d blurt out guiding me to turn left, or turn right to get to his house.
We pulled up in front istanbul travestileri of a pretty neat, basic house.
I don’t know why I’d assumed we would be pulling up to some projects somewhere.
I put the car in park.
“Nah bruh, we in the back,” he said guiding me to pull into the driveway behind the house to a converted 2 car garage-turned-cottage which was now living space.
That’s where Rashaad was living for the moment.
Apparently his father was in prison and his mom had disappeared two years prior so he was living alone.
We walked in.
It was clean, but clearly everything was sorta rigged.
There was electricity and air conditioning… but there was no official bathroom…. Just a toilet in the corner with a sink that doubled as a place to wash your hands after using the restroom AND to get water to drink/cook with.
Almost like a studio or efficiency apartment… but probably created without any permits from the city or county lol.
He didn’t say it, but I could tell he was a little embarrassed with his living situation by the look on his face and the way he was acting.
He was acting nervous and so was I.
We sat at a makeshift dining room table and started working on his assignments.
After about an hour it was now rounding 9pm and I was getting tired.
His cell phone rang…
Apparently one of his children’s mothers was calling to chew him out about something.
As he’s going back and forth with her, arguing, he casually gets up and goes over the the toilet.
He pulls out his humongous Dick and starts pissing.
To him, this was probably nothing.
As an athlete he’s probably used to pissing in front of other guys or being otherwise naked all the time.
But for me, this was a stunner…
And apparently my face said it all because as he shook the last droplets before tucking it away, he looked my direction and saw me eyeing his piece.
Busted!!!
He continued talking to the girl on the phone as he walked back to the table and sat down.
“Yo Chad, let’s just catch up on this shit Thursday,” he said as he continued on the phone.
I gathered my things and started to walk out the door.
As I got in the car my heart was beating a mile a minute.
The next several Tuesdays and Thursdays went without event until one night as we were going over some algebra when I noticed he had a massive hard-on.
Rashaad’s Dick was on BRICK.
There I was sitting to his left trying to walk him through the Pathagorem Theorem while the tip of his BBC was poking out of the leg of his basketball shorts.
I noticed and quickly fumbled my words…
I’m sure I was beet red in the face at that moment.
“My bad bruh, it’s just been 3 weeks and my shit is on brick,” he said.
I chuckled.
“Uhhh, it’s… it’s no problem Rashaad,” I replied.
“I mean, I’m not gay or nothing but you wearing them tight-ass pants showing your fat ass, your skin is smooth and shit, and I guess that shit just wakes my Dick up,” he said.
My jaw dropped.
“I know you’re gay and I saw you checking my shit out so as long as you don’t tell anybody it’s whatever…”
My heart was racing…
My hands were sweating…
“So what’s up?” he asked.
I was still still silent.
He leaned back in his chair and let his Dick stand straight up our of the leg of his pants.
It was easily 9 inches, uncut with a single vein pulsing down the length of it.
His baby maker was throbbing yo his pulse.
His detailed abs and pec muscles were contracting with each stroke…
He reached over and took my left hand and wrapped it around his dick and closed his eyes while laying his head back…
I didn’t know what to do.
I started slowly stroking up and down and he moaned a little bit.
I leaned over and let some of my spit fall out of my mouth…
I missed the first time so it landed travesti istanbul on his shorts…
I hawked up a little more spit and the second time was the charm… right on the money…
Then he gave Sort of an exasperated gasp…
I just jacked him off the way I’d Jack myself off at home.
He seemed to be okay with it, too.
He kept his eyes closed the entire time I basically gave him a hand job.
Every now and then precum would gurgle out of his piss slit and moisturize the process.
“Gon’ and put yo mouf on it,” he said…
I’d never done that before…
I mean, id seen a lot of blow jobs on Pornhub and X-tube, but id never done it myself… or had it done to me.
With that I got down on my knees and climbed between his massive, athletic thighs and reached for the waistband of his shorts to pull them down.
His long, black Dick sprung back up at attention as Rashaad’s basketball shorts gathered around his ankles as I leaned in to suck a man’s penis for the first time.
His plum-size bull balls were hanging low AF…
I grabbed his tube steak with both hands…
I looked up at his face…
He still wasn’t looking at me.
His eyes were closed and his head was still back facing the ceiling.
I leaned down and stuck my tongue out preparing to lick his balls…
I did….
They contracted and tensed up toward his body as he trembled.
From the size of those heavy bull balls, I can see how he has 3 babies out there somewhere.
I leaned in a second time expecting to suck on the tip of his penis…
As it entered my mouth his foreskin rolled back and I tasted his salty, pungent precum…
He was in heaven…
“It’s been three weeks, and I just need to…”
And with that Rashaad grabbed the back of my head and forced his missile down my wet, tight twink throat.
I gagged and heaved as he used both hands to raise my head up then slam it back down on his thick pipe.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes…
And I could barely breathe as he picked up the pace…
Matching the rhythm with pelvic thrusts humping my face…
Then the unthinkable happened…
I vomited.
I gasped for air as the vomit spilled onto the floor.
I looked up at Rashaad and he had this crazed, animal look in his eyes looking down at me.
He was out of breath…
I was catching mine…
Then, without saying a word he stood up and grabbed the back of my head again and aimed my mouth at his heavy, meaty Dick…
Then back at it he went…
His low hanging balls slapping my chin as my nose met his nappy, pubic hair each time he forced me to throat his cock.
“Eat that Dick…” he said as he fucked my face so aggressively it was clear he’d done this before.
Then no more slapping from his balls…
They pulled up against his body as he thrust harder and harder than ever before…
He didn’t even care that I wasn’t able to be as careful as before about not using teeth…
He was a mad man…
He was sweaty and his rhythm picked up even more as he pushed one final thrust toward the back of my throat and fell back into his seat.
With his Dick down my throat I could feel it spewing rope after rope down my warm twink throat.
With my nose against his pubes…
Dick as far down my throat as it could go I looked up as his eyes rolled to the back of his head…
It looked like he was having a seizure or something…
I nursed the rest of the cum out of his pipe as I massaged his balls continuing to suck…
He looked down at me and pushed me head off catching his breath.
“You ’bout ready to go,” he said as he stood up… Dick dangling between his legs… and picked up my book bag to hand it to me.
He stopped looking at me and looked away… holding my book bag out at arms length.
He was spent…
He’d spilled his seed and now he was done with me.
Catching my breath I wiped the precum/spit/cum mix from around my mouth and stood up.
I grabbed my bag and casually walked out the door.
That was hot, but felt weird.
I could still taste his salty cum in my mouth on the way home.