“Aye, yo, what nigga’s ass you been lickin’?”
I frown, looking over at the digital clock. 12:22 A.M. I don’t believe this shit, I think, rolling my eyes up in my head. He has a cell phone—along with practically everyone else in the building—that he keeps hidden up in the ceiling of the halfway house because it’s considered contraband. Now he calls me around the damn clock, checking for me. “Jasper, what in the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t think I didn’t peep how you licked my asshole while you were suckin’ my nuts the last two times we were together.”
“OhmyGod, nigga,” I snap, sitting up in bed. “You fucking mean to tell me you’re waking me up in the middle of the night to ask me about some shit I did to you almost two weeks ago? You have got to be kidding me.”
“Nah, I ain’t kiddin’ shit. I wanna know what’s really good wit’ you. Since when you start lickin’ assholes?”
“Nigga, what’s good is: I sucked your dick. Sucked your balls, then felt the urge to lick around my man’s asshole. Maybe, I wanted to try something different. Shit, you damn sure didn’t seem to take issue with it while I was doing it, nigga. So what’s the problem now?”
“The problem is I wanna know since when you start lickin’ a muhfucka in his ass? All the years we been together you ain’t never done no shit like that. Now, all of a sudden, you on some new type shit.”
My mouth drops open. The nerve of this motherfucker. I literally feel myself about to blow a gasket. “New type shit?” I ask incredulously. “Are you fucking serious? Nigga, I haven’t been with my man sexually in almost five years. A bitch was horny, and fucking turned on that I finally had my man stripped down in bed with his hard-ass dick hovering over my face and the only thing your ungrateful, paranoid ass is thinking about is whose asshole I’ve been licking. Newsflash, nigga: The only ass I’ve ever licked is yours. I tried something new. And guess what, motherfucker? I liked it. No, cross that. I loved it, nigga! That’s why I did it twice! So get the fuck over yourself.”
“Aye, yo, don’t try ’n come at me all crazy ’n shit. I only asked you a simple question.”
“No, nigga. It was a crazy-ass question; that’s what it was.”
He huffs. “Whatever, yo.”
“Whatever nothing,” I snap, pausing so I can get my thoughts in check before I say some shit I don’t really mean. But, this nigga done got me riled up with this dumb shit. “Well, since you’re into asking simple questions, answer me this, nigga: Did you like it? ’Cause the way you had your ass tooted up I’d say you were enjoying it a little too much. So maybe I should be asking you who you’ve had licking your hole while—”
“Aye, yo,” he snaps back, cutting me off, “don’t fuckin’ play me, yo. Ain’t nothin’ pussy ’bout me, yo.”
“How I know?” I ask, deciding to fuck with him some more.
“Yeah, aiight, Pasha. Don’t get beat the fuck up, yo.”
“Whatever, Jasper,” I say, hanging up on him. Two minutes later, he’s calling back. When I don’t answer the house phone, he starts calling my cell, then house line again. “Yes?”
“Aye, yo. Why you gotta play?”
“I’m not playing. Why you always gotta start your bullshit? I mean, damn. Why can’t you enjoy the moments we share without turning them into a buncha extra shit?”
“I do enjoy them,” he says, lowering his voice. “You know how long I’ve been waiting to be with you, girl? You had a muhfucka feelin’ good; too good.”
“Then why you calling here with nonsense?” I ask, swinging the comforter off of me and getting out of bed. I walk over to get my laptop off of my desk, then bring it back over to the bed. I climb back in, propping two pillows up behind me. I turn it on; wait for it to boot up.
“’Cause you did some shit that fucked my head up.”
“Well, did you like it?” He gets quiet. So I add, “I wanted our time to be all about you, Jasper. Don’t you know how much I’ve missed you? I didn’t wanna just suck down your dick, baby, or swallow your balls. I wanted to taste all of you. And licking your ass is something I’ve always wanted to do to you.”
“Why you ain’t say somethin’ then?”
“I didn’t think I needed to.”
“You got me buggin’, yo,” he says, pausing. I can hear him breathing. He’s thinking, wondering. He blows out air into the phone. “And you ain’t do that shit wit’ no one else?”
“No, Jasper, I haven’t.”
“Yeah, aiight, then,” he says. I hear relief in his voice. “Go on back to sleep. I’ma hit you up later on, aiight?”
“Good night,” I say, turning off the PC volume, then logging onto AOL.
“Good night? That’s how you doin’ it?”
“Jasper, what else you want me to say?” The mail icon says I have twelve new messages.
He huffs. “Fuck it, yo. What you gettin’ ready to do?”
I open the first email. Vgl Italian married male here who never gets what he likes the most, head! I am 5’10 180 musc, tattooed with buzz cut. 7 cut & thick here. I will have to sneak out, so you must be within 10 minutes of south Plainfield, or be willing to come to my house, and blow me in my detached garage. Wifey is a sound sleeper. I will be up till around 2 am so definitely interested in a sexy, black chick with great oral skills to give me a hot wet tight bj to completion. Willing to eat your pussy if you want.
“I’m going back to bed,” I lie, deleting the message, then clicking down to the next email. 6’3” 220, handsome, 8 cut brown eyes. Need a great SLOW BJ. Tonight!!! Working midnight shift. Come thru and suck my dick in the parking lot. I’ll finger your pussy for you.
“Yo, I gotta bounce. This nosey punk-ass counselor is comin’ through doin’ rounds and he be on some bitch-type shit tryna hem muhfuckas up. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He abruptly hangs up, and I go back to reading emails. Damn, baby. U sound hot! 22. Italian. 6’4 195 8c. Always wanted to experience skull-fucking a sexy black chick. Hit me up. Young, horny and full of hot cum for your throat.
I smile, tempted to give his young ass a taste of what this deep throat is all about. I type: Baby, if u think you’re ready for the dick suck of ur life, then hit me back with a pic of ur sausage. I’ve always heard Italians had good cock!
After I send my reply I decide to delete the remaining emails. However, just as I’m preparing to exit out of my account, an IM screen pops up from mister Italian Stud Cock.
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: watz up?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: sucking a clean, fat cock
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Then I’m ur man, baby. Got that stud cock 4 u. Thick, clean and always hard. Multiple cummer here. Shoot big loads. U host? Travel?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Travel
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: what r ur stats?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: 34-22-38. Soft, luscious lips, hot tongue with a long, deep throat. Can swallow a dick in one gulp
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Damn, that sounds good. I like that!
DEEPTHROATDIVA: And it feels even better
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Itz gettin late. Can we meet? I’m ready if u r
I glance over at the clock. It’s almost one o’clock in the morning. I contemplate what I should do. The idea of tasting some young Italian dick is appealing to me. I tell him to send me a dick flick before I make my decision. In the meantime, another IM screen pops up.
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: wassup, ma? How u?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: hey there. I’m good, and U?
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF4U: chilln-chilln. Horny as fuk 4 some of that deep throat
DEEPTHROATDIVA: is that ur way of say’n u wanna c me?
Italian Stud sends me an email with an attachment of two pics. I click it open. My mouth waters the minute his dick appears on the screen. It’s a nice thick piece with a big, juicy mushroom shaped head. There’s a big vein that runs across the top of it. I can’t deny, it looks…delicious. And I’m tempted.
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: Maybe. But I’ma respect ya space. My dick is hard 4 more.
DEEPTHROATDIVA: U betta be glad I’m on a dick-fast; otherwise U’d be in trouble. LOL
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: LOL. Me and my dick like trouble.
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: U still there?
DEEPTHROATDIVA: where u @?
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Union. Earl Street
DEEPTHROATDIVA: do u have a safe spot we can go?
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: yeah.
DEEPTHROATDIVA: is 40 mins too late?
ITALIANSTUDCOCK: Nah. Itz good. I can meet u on the corner. I’ll be in blue jeans, white tee, and white sneakers wearing a blue fitted. 908-444-1111
DEEPTHROATDIVA: k. C u then!
I write his number down, then close out the screen. Mister Thick Seven and I chat back and forth for a few more minutes before he tells me he has to go. That he has to go jack off because I got his dick rocked.
DEEPTHROATDIVA: Ooooh. *licks lips* U nasty. Imagine me on my knees with my head back and mouth open wtg 4 u to bust ur nut in my hot mouth
THICKSEVEN-AND-A-HALF: Daaaaaamn. No doubt! Gotta go, babe. TTYL
I click out of the box and shake my head, knowing damn well I have no business entertaining any of these niggas after all the shit I’ve been going through. Girl, turn this shit off and take your crazy ass back to sleep, I think, mulling over my options. Suck dick. Go to sleep. Suck dick. Go to sleep. What’s a girl to do? Before I am able to make a decision one way or the other my cell rings. And in that instant my choice is already made for me. I sigh, feeling almost relieved. “Hello.”
“You sleep?”
“No, Jasper,” I say, leaning over the side of the bed, sitting my laptop on the floor. I slide it under the bed. I lie back against the pillows, resting my head up against the headboard. “I’m sitting up in bed.”
“Oh, word? Doing what?”
“Thinking about you,” I tell him.
“Oh, word? That’s wassup. What you thinkin’ ‘bout?”
“Sucking on that dick.”
“Damn, baby. I wish I was home in bed wit’ you.”
I let out a soft moan. “Me, too. Right now I’d be all over you.”
“Yo, you feel like gettin’ off?”
“Where you at?”
“In my bunk,” he says in almost a whisper. “I got my locker door blocking me. I wanna bust this nut, baby.”
I smile. “You got your dick out?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s do it, Daddy.” I cut off my night lamp, then begin removing my panties. I toss them across the room. “I’m sticking my hand in between my thighs, rubbing my clit while I’m on my knees sucking your big-ass dick, baby…you like that?”
“Ah, shit, yeah…you gonna let me taste that pussy?”
I moan. Then for the next twenty minutes, Jasper and I go back and forth, moaning and groaning and talking nasty shit to each other until we both cum all over ourselves; me all over my fingers, him on his chest and stomach. I clutch the phone to my ear, breathing heavy into his ear.
“Damn, baby…that was good,” Jasper says, catching his breath as well. “Yo, my shit is still hard. I need to be way up in that pussy, yo.”
“I need you up in it, too.” I glance over at the clock. 2:42 A.M. Fuck! I yawn, feeling sleep coming down on me. “But I need to go to sleep now. I’m exhausted.”
“I feel you; me too. Good night, baby. Love you.”
“I love you, too, Jasper.” We hang up. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep with no other thoughts of sucking dick—for now.