This story contains some offensive language. Enjoy!
Bassir
"Fuck you I'm good at golfing." Tyrell was pouting because he was losing. He is really bad at mini golf and it's starting to get funny. I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around him grabbing his hands. His tattooed fingers contrast my clear fingers. Our skin colors also were a big difference, him being light skin and me being dark.
"Here let me show you how to do it the right way." I slowly pulled back the stick and brought it down, hitting the ball. He went along with my movements with no complaints. "See the ball went in on our first try." I whispered into his ear causing goosebumps to break out on his arms. I stepped away grabbing my golfing stick and went to the next hole.
All the other people here were staring while I helped Tyrell swing. I hope I didn't take it too far. I was just teasing him but maybe doing that in public was too much.
"Get out of your head and let's continue playing." He smiled at me before trying to hit the ball again.
After golfing we went to a burger place by his house. I fought him to pay but in the end I let him. He doesn't show it much but I know he has loads of money from selling drugs. He doesn't really speak on it but I can tell from his car to the clothes he wears, he's rolling in drug money. His office looks professional but you can tell from the way he looks and carries himself that it's something going on under it all.
"You supersized my meal. My baby got money." I joked. He laughed and nodded.
"Yeah I better have some fucking money all the work I do." I sipped my drink with a smirk.
"What is it you do?" He glared at me. "I know it's definitely illegal but you never told me what it is exactly."
"You ask me this all the time." He sighed.
"You never give me a straight answer."
"Alright well I sell products. Freedom, guns, drugs are some examples." He said.
"Was that so hard?" He threw a fry at me with a pout.
"So what do you do?" I sat back and sighed.
"You know I teach a few classes but I'm also a social worker." I explained.
The night finally came and it was just us in the burger place. The fluorescent lights were our main source of light. The place was empty except for us and an old couple who was cuddling in a booth.
"So you like kids?"
"I love kids. I want a whole litter. Romero is the first of five more."
"I hate kids, I want my own but I know I'm going to hate everybody else's. Romero is the first kid I've ever actually liked." I laughed and stole one of his chicken nuggets. "You a whole ass thief gimme my nugget back." I quickly put it in my mouth and smiled.
"So how many kids do you want?"
"I want my chicken nugget back." He was really sad over some nuggets.
"I'm sorry. I'll give you a kiss for the nugget."
"I don't want no damn kiss, I want my nugget." I smiled and nodded.
"You don't wanna kiss me. I knew you felt uncomfortable but not wanting my kisses." I waited for him to speak out. His face was worried then he glared.
"Bassir, stop acting like that, you know I'm fine with kissing yo black ass."
"So I can kiss you whenever I want?" He nodded and closed his eyes. I leaned in but stopped just before his lips. "That's good, I'll keep that in mind." A blush came over his face fast. He's so damn cute.
*~*~*
"Do I have you all to myself tonight?" Tyrell asked, stepping out of his bathroom. He was throwing his wet hair into a tight bun. He was completely naked and looked comfortable walking around like that. He walked over to his closet and started putting lotion on his body.
"I can if you want me to." I said watching him bend down and get his legs.
"Of course I do. I be missing yo big headed ass." He laughed. "Can you come and get my back." He asked without turning around. I quickly got out of bed and walked over to him. He put some lotion in hand. I started slowly messaging it into his back.
"I really liked that diner we went to today." He said. "And that old couple was so fucking cute. I wonder how long they been together."
"Mm." I agreed. I slowly ran my hands down his back till I was right above his ass. I massaged the end of his tattoo that was a cross. I moved my hands down till I was full on grabbing his ass.
"Bassir." He gasped. I hummed but kept rubbing his ass. I slowly ran my hands from his ass to the front of his body. I positioned myself so my dick, which was still in my boxers, was resting on top of his ass. My chest was pressed against his back and I had my hand around his dck slowly stroking him.
"Look at me." I whispered in his ear. Tyrell's red face turned towards me. I caught his lips with my own, getting a surprised moan from him. He quickly caught up with my lips and started melting in my arms. I started grinding my dick on his ass.
"Fuck." He mumbled on my lips. His hips started rocking in time with my strokes. It wasn't long before his pulsing dick was exploding in my hand. Tyrell was trying to catch his breath while still leaning on my chest.
"You are amazing babyboy.'' I kissed his neck.
*~*~*
"You don't need me to help you?" Tyrell asked, looking down at my slowly softing dick. We were sitting in his den. He was sitting on my lap with his dick resting near my own. My head was poking out the band of my boxers and Tyrell's eyes kept glancing down at it.
"Do you have a problem with it?" I laughed.
"With what?" He questioned looking back up at me. I glanced down at my dick. He quickly blushed. "No, just thinking about something. I like your dick." He sighed. "Okay, well I don't like it. I don't dislike it though. I just don't really have any clear feelings towards it."
"Okay." I laughed. "What are you thinking about?" He became uncomfortable before sighing.
"Who's the bitch in the relationship?"
"What?" I questioned.
"Like who's gonna take it up the ass. Who's the woman?" He explained.
"No one. That's the point we're both men."
"Okay but like, which one of us is going to have to be bitched out?" I gave him a hard stare before thumping his head. "Ow what the fuck Bassir?" He cluchted his red forehead.
"Nobody is a woman or a bitch Tyrell. We are both men and nobody is getting bitched out. When we eventully have sex we'll both be equally in contoll." I sighed.
"Okay but one of us is going to have to get fucked and I don't want your dick in me, it's too big." He glared. "It runs down your leg. I'm only sitting on half of it and the other half is still too long. Yo print reaches the middle of your thigh." He joked.
"Tyrell you're not small either. You are the biggest I've seen besides myself." I replied. His dick was starting to jump again.
"You just said besides yourself meaning you're the biggest. Bassir you haven't actually fucked people with that." At my blank look he nodded. "Okay well they're probably still not walking straight."
"It's going to be okay babyboy. I'll prepare you and take it slow." I rubbed his ass trying to comfort him.
"Wait, why can't I prepare you and take care of you? When did we decide I was the one getting fucked?" Pieces of his hair were framing his face. He looked so angry but I couldn't help noticing how good he looked like this. His lips were pink and pouty. I could tell he was comfortable with me now by the way he acted.
In the beginning he was comfortable but still trying to figure how we fit together, now he knows and has no problem being completely open with me.
