Mookie: A Short Story
by Phaggotry
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Your freaky ass would, I thought.
I was trying hard to suppress my need to laugh with a huge smile plastered across my face. It was funny and sexy as hell at the same time.
His dick was proud and drooling like crazy arching its way back toward the rigid rippling effect that was his stomach. One could argue he was excited because he was looking up at me and the sleeping monster between my legs that treated him so well. But I knew better than that. That was more like icing on the cake in comparison to what I was doing to him right then.
It started out as one of those Friday nights between two close friends, Mookie and I, where we were ready to get our party and bullshit on, donned in our flyest gear. We made our rounds, shot some good game, and upped the ante almost every half-hour until we struck out. Striking out at a time when we both needed to be broken off big. Afterwards, we rolled over to a sex party that proved not to be the jump-off like it was the week before. Even the dude that was collecting the money at the door knew what was up and gave us a refund and then some. Next came our stroll over to the late-night diner, where Mookie and I flirted with this waiter that was down for getting tag-teamed by the two of us but he wasn’t due to come off the clock for another six hours. We were destined to save our night, but the only thing we did was head back to the crib and tore up a bottle of 150 proof and some purple haze.
We drank and talked, drank and bullshitted, talked and partied and drank some more. We drank like we were fish in water, feeling good and carefree. Somewhere along the way, I fetched Mookie to the kitchen to microwave some Hot Pockets. He came back with some bananas talking about we needed our potassium. I tried yelling him back to the kitchen to do what I told him to do. All Mookie wanted to do was eat his banana, skin first before he came too and peeled it off. He ate it in such a seductive manner that it made me regret not sticking with the first piece I hooked earlier that night. But no, I thought. The redbone was better looking than him and the sunshine yellow dude was better looking than the redbone and lucked out on everybody. I said out loud I was horny. Mookie told me he was at a crossroads, between us, real talk. Mookie wanted to get fucked but never got fucked before, so he really didn’t know if he really wanted to go through with it in the first place.
An opening, all I needed was an opening. And being that we were close friends, I knew what to use and how to use it to my advantage. Besides, what stranger can do you better than your homeboy? He knew I could fuck. Mookie had been right there beside me running those old-fashioned Chattanooga choo-choos on those young bucks with those hungry watering holes famished for those well-fed sea serpents. Mookie knew I could fuck. He also knew he didn’t want my kind of fucking. Not at my usual ravenous tempo.
“We’re friends, not fuck buddies.” I cajoled him carefully, adding that “those other bitches we usually find are in heat and need a freak that will leave them comatose after the fact. Man, I know you ain’t like that! You’re my boy, nah-mean?”
I took him in the back and hammered him out. He took my third leg like a trooper. He wasn’t a virgin like he said, though. Not a true, never-had-his-cherry-popped virgin. The way his hole gripped it and talked back I knew it had been a few years since he got the bottom knocked out of his bumbling brown ass. Toward the middle and end of it though, Mookie was riding it like a ten-speed, never losing his incredible stride.
Mookie and I took it back to the living room and got back to the liquor and weed an hour or two before sunrise. I sprawled out on the sofa leaving him nowhere to sit, other than to lie at my feet on the rugged floor.
It started off by accident, with me staring at the ceiling and moving my feet towards the floor. Mookie didn’t say anything and neither did I. I just felt the warmness of his chest and stomach on underneath my wide heavy foot. It was heaven to be high, terrible to be drunk, and empty to be spent. And yet, to be like that all at the same time with the cool air rolling over our naked bodies was just the median I needed. I happened to look down, looking at a friend looking back at me as if he couldn’t believe what we had just done back there. I let Mookie know he wasn’t just another piece of ass by plucking his nipples with my long toes, nice and slow.
We didn’t say another word. We just let the mood in the room talk for us, occasionally sharing glances that spoke a hell of a lot more than mere words. I got lost in the possibilities of us, or at least the next time we can do what we did again. I swept my other foot over his torso, and I listen to him playfully whine that my foot was cold as he caressed it warm in his hand. I did him a favor and tuck my other foot back under me to try and warm it up as well.
Mookie inhaled deeply as I used my cold foot to pluck at his nipples once more. I caught his dick sleepily drifting up from his lap. With the last blunt in my mouth, I decided to share with my friend this one last thing. I put it in between my big toe and the one next to it and coast it over his mouth, his lips, and instructed him to take a toke.
He does, nice and very slow with my toes and the ball of my foot pressed against his soft lips like the kiss we never shared.
Author’s Note: This story was greatly inspired by “Smoke ‘em if you Got ‘em,” a drawing by Belasco (Wed. May 28 2008, http://www.belasco-comix.com/2008/05/smoke-em-if-you-got-em.html?zx=f14fbec32c2f16fd)