May the Circle be Unbroken

            “Cuz, you want me to lock up after I sweep this hair?” Asked my cousin, Jayson.  He didn’t have a shirt on, and those gray bicycle shorts left little to the imagination. Damn, when did these young niggas get so comfortable with wearing tight shit?

            “Yea, do that.” I said quickly turning away. “I’m going to go in the back and add up today’s take; Leave out the back way when Auntie comes to get you.”

            “Oh, Yeah, that. She got called in to do a shift at the ER, if it’s not too much trouble could I please crash with you tonight because I don’t have a key to get into the house.” 

            “Alright, man.” I reluctantly agreed. “Just be ready to dip when I am done.”

            “Bet.” He said returning to sweeping.  I stole one more look at that apple phat ass before heading to the back.

            Goddamn, if it wasn’t for my Aunt Lucy and my Mama hounding me to give Jayson a summer job to keep him out of trouble before he began his senior year of high school, I wouldn’t be in the position of fighting every urge I had to bend him across one of my barber chairs and make that ass shake.   As much as I wanted to, I knew that I couldn’t.  

            My late cousin, Jerod gave me and a few other cousins a special gift that we share to this day. The problem is, one mother fucker was ungrateful and almost fucked all of it up. I ain’t even going to speak his name because I don’t like to remember the day that he was dealt with. Plus, I feel hella guilty whenever my Auntie comes around crying and wondering where he is, why he won’t reach out to the family, and why he won’t just come home.

            He put us all in a fucked-up position because we can no longer share Jerod’s special gift among other cousins.  If ever there was someone perfect for our circle, it’s Jayson, but that’s a door that would have to remain closed.   Plus, I promised my cousin, Chris, a few weeks back that I would not do anything that would fuck it up for all of us.

            “What’s wrong with you Quame?” asked my cousin, Chris, after he’d laid a beast master level fuck on me.  “You ain’t seem like you were into it. What’s on your mind?”

            “Jayson, man. I gotta get him out of my shop before….  Cuz he don’t be wearing nothing but basketball shorts or biker shorts. All I see is dick when he’s coming and booty when he’s going. Shit be making me hella horny. I almost fucked a niggas fade up the other day because he kept walking across the floor in them bright yellow Umbro shorts. Man, I’ma wind up fucking up. I just know it.”

            “No, you’re not.” Said Chris. “Your ass got just as much to lose as the rest of us. We don’t need another Breon on our hands. Me Too and social media got these Lil niggas fucked up. They live for attention.”

            “But, what if he’s different? I got the feeling that he’s one of us.”

            “Don’t even chance it, Quame.”  

            “I swear I won’t, but I ain’t gonna lie, that shit got me tempted like a mother fucker.”

            “Do you fantasize about fucking him?”

            “Nigga, is you black?”

            “Fuck me like you wanna fuck him.”

            “Stop playing.” I said, even though the look on Chris’s face was as serious as cancer. Damn, Chris was going to let me have some get back after all the years of him banging my ass out. My mind was so tripped out over that shit, I almost shot off before my dick even got hard.

            “How does it start; does he play with your dick like this?”  

            For a thug ass nigga, Chris had some baby soft hands. Damn they were as soft as my girl’s and like my girl’s, his soft hands made my dick hard and shiny like granite. 

            “Damn, Lil’ JIT,” I said going into full role play. “You got my shit like this, you better be able to take care of it.”  

            “You want me to put in my mouth?” He teased licking my head before taking that shit so far down his throat I feared he was going to choke.  Chris was a pro though, Jerod had taught us well how to please each other.  Damn I missed Jerod.  

            “Alright nigga chill!” I said after a few minutes of some mind- blowing dome.  “Your lil ass ain’t bout to get off by without getting fucked.” 

            “You gotta take it easy though, Cuz.”  He said staring at my dick with worry in his eyes. I don’t blame him. My shit was like a Hummer limousine on prom night:  long, black, shiny and jacked up like a mother fucker. I almost felt sorry for him, but he started it, and after all the times that nigga had run up in me, won’t no way in the hell he won’t gonna get it. 

            “Damn, Quame!” He winced when I put it in.  I wanted to be gentle, but Chris’s ass was so hot, tight and wet at the same time, my dick got out of control.   “OHH!!! Damn Quame….

            “Quame!  Yo, Quame!”   Jayson knocked while entering my little office room.  “I’m all done; you bout ready?”

            “Yeah, gimmie a minute.” I grimaced as I pretended to still count money.

            “Yo, Quamie, is Trineece gonna be at the crib tonight?”  He asked. 

            “Nah man, Trineece is at her Mom’s. We had an argument this morning and we decided to take a few days away from each other.”

            “Oh, that’s cool.” He said. “Not that you and your girl are having problems but that we can have the crib to ourselves so you can fuck me.”

            Damn he said that shit. That little nigga was too brave.

            “Boy go the hell on with that shit.’ I said fighting with every urge to lay him across my desk and tear his little mannish ass up.

            “I ain’t no snitch,” He said “We keep the shit in the circle. Jerod taught me that.”

            I almost broke down and cried. Damn, Jerod was forever looking out for me. And though he didn’t know it at the time, he got just one more right for the rest of us before he died.

            “I can’t fuck you in me and my girl’s bed. I said when entered my crib.

            “I know, we always keep shit respectful.” He said before dropping to his knees on my living room floor and sucking my dick so good I wished Jerod was still alive so I could thank him for training up the Lil’ JIT so well.

            “You’re going to have to take it easy.” He said taking off his biker shorts. “I’ve only been fucked once before and that was before cuz died.”   

            He got down on all fours.  The sight of that tight pink hole winking at me almost made me skeet my load before I even started.   I got the head in and he went scrambling across the floor, screaming and crying. He laid on his stomach panting and puffing trying to shake off the pain.

            “Yo, Jayson, if you can’t take it man, we can do something else.” 

            “No!” He said sniffing back the tears. “I ain’t no runner. Long as I’ve been wanting you to fuck me, I’ma take this dick down.”  He got back into the doggy style position. 

            I ate his asshole to get him moist, relaxed, and opened because the next time I went in. I wasn’t planning on stopping until I bust; shit, his ass was gonna learn not to start if you can’t finish.

            “Damn, Quame!”  He shrieked when I stuck it in. He was shaking and crying but the true to his word, he wasn’t running. I laid him down flat and straddled his hips as I tore into that tight, hot, juicy goodness. 

            Jayson made one mistake, he threw that ass back to me one good time and that triggered something in my brain that sent my dick into overdrive.  I pounded his ass like I was drilling for oil. He screamed, he begged, he even tried to scoot away, but I won’t having none of it.  My Mama always taught me don’t play with grown folks unless you ready for them to treat you like one.

            “Please, Quame!” He begged nearly hoarse from screaming and crying. “I’m tapping out cuz, I can’t take it no more. I’ll suck the nut out of you. You can cum in my mouth!”

            Jerod had always taught us to be merciful, especially with the Lil’ JITs who were just getting broken in.

            His mouth was as hot and tight as his asshole had been. It didn’t take long before I was gunning pearl in his mouth.  He swallowed it then really let go crying.

            “Jayson, what’s wrong, Fam?”

            “I let you down. I didn’t want to tap out, but I couldn’t help it.”

            That shit brought tears to my eyes because I said the exact same thing to Jerod when I was 14 and couldn’t finish.  Now I was the older cousin, the trainer.  Like Jerod did with me, I held Jayson close.

            “Cuz, cuz, cuz, you didn’t let me down, baby. In fact, you did damn good, this is only your second time and you lasted as long as you did.  You’re only going to get better.”

            “You think so?”

            “Nigga, is you black? Besides I’ma make you get better. Now that I got that ass open, I’ma stay in it until you are a pro at taking dick.”

            “Thanks, Quame.” He smiled. He kissed me passionately. For a minute I got carried away and let the shit happen but then I had to set him straight.

            “That’s a no -no. I love you, but I ain’t trying to fall in love with you; understand?”

            “I understand.” He said stroking my semi-hard dick.

            “If your ass gets me hard again, it’s going back in you.” I warned.

            “Good”, he smiled. “Practice makes perfect right.”

            I laid back and once again thanked my cousin, Jerod, for all that he’d done to create this circle.

Jayson stroked my dick back to full capacity, eager to redeem himself.

The End

As always, thank you guys for your support. This is going to be the last story I share for a couple of months as I am busy compiling  my next book of erotic stories. Hopefully,  I will  have it completed and published by mid April or early May. My plan is to give one of you faithful readers a free copy when it's published.  Take care ! XOXO