This file depicts sexual acts between guys. If that shit turns you off, or you 
find it offensive, then how did you turn up here?!

The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but they aint real. You 
are. Practice safe sex.

The following story is a fantasy involving two of the members of rap group Onyx; 
Fredro Starr and Sticky Fingaz. The key word there is fantasy, I aint got no 
idea if their gay, and this story in no way reflects on their sexuality (as far 
as I know).

I dont think it needs to be said, but there it is.

Questions, comments, ideas more than welcome at
"wildstyle@iname.com". Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click.


Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without express permission of the author.
(c) 28 June, 1998, Anfernee Williamson

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THE AFFICIAL NASTEE
another Wildstyle tip


"Aiight, aiight. New game."

Fredro watched Sticky suck another tight breath of weed, blowing out a lazy 
breath. The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped lounge. It 
was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a short lamp. The 
dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was comfortable. 

"Check dis." Sticky propped himself up onto his elbow on the messed bed. Fredro 
took the offered blunt, passing the bottle in exchange. "Truth or dare. Yo know 
it?"

Fredro nodded.

"You say truth or dare," Sticky explained, upright on the bed, bottle propped 
between his legs like a phalic object. "Truth, yo get axed a question an' yo 
aint allowed to lie. Dare, you gotta do whatever da other nigga says. Aiight?"

"Yeah, aiight."

Fredro puffed a short breath, watching Sticky from the only seat in the lounge. 
"Yo aint allowed to lie, aiight?"

"Yeah," Fredro managed a tight grin. "I heard da rules nigga..."

"Aiight, well, cause Im phat like dat, Ima let yo go first." The stockier black 
took the blunt back from his friend. "I choose truth."

Fredro paused. "Any question?"

"Yeah. Any question."

"Aiight..." 

Fredro paused in thought for a moment, eying his friend on the bed across from 
where he sat. It wasnt cold in the small flat, but Sticky was still dressed in 
his urban styles; oversized black jeans, fatigue shirt and padded black vest. A 
black woollen beanie completed his look, pulled tight over his bald head.

"Aiight. Yo know that tape of Sonee's yo lost. What really happened to it?"

Sticky grinned slightly, flicking blunt ash. He muttered slightly, glancing back 
up at Fredro. "It got fucked up in the deck. But yo know I wasnt gonna tell him 
dat."

Fredro smiled back, nodding. "Yeah I KNEW that! Had to be that, man!"

"Yo KNOW it was his fav. I wasnt gonna tell him I stuffed dat shit up." Sticky 
stared at the dull glow of the blunt. "Aiight, what yo choosin'? Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Fredro gave him a short nod. Dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt, and 
baggy jeans he didnt look too far amiss from his stocky friend. Sticky pondered 
slightly.

"Ever swiped money from yo moms?"

"Nah." 

Sticky gave him a grin, sucking on the blunt again. "Yo spose to answer da 
truth, nigga."

"Yo, it IS." Fredro replied back, more forcably. His stockier friend looked 
doubting.

"Sheeet. Yo aint never? Damn." Sticky chuckled. "Ok, truth."

Fredro gave it some thought, leaning back in the chair, both hands on to top of 
the bottle. "Damn I dunno....this game is shit."

"Cmon, nigga! Anything."

Fredro stared across the dim lounge. After a moment, he shot a question. "You 
ever stolen from Joes?"

Sticky almost blanched, giving the shorter Fredro a shove. "Ah sheeet nigga! Yo 
already KNOW da answer to dat. Gimme a real damn question."

"You didnt say it had to be one you didnt know da answer to. Go. Truth."

Sticky shook his head, disappointed and muttering. "Aiight. Cheap 
mahfucka.....Im gonna up these stakes nigga. Check dis. Yo a virgin?"

Fredros eyes bugged a little. "What?!"

"Yo heard me bitch. Yo a virgin?" Sticky asked as Fredro stuttered a little, 
rubbing his hand over his bald dome. "Well, yo axin' dumb questions yo already 
know da answers to. SOMEONE gotta axe sumpin' decent."

Fredro sucked at his full lower lip, his face set. Sticky shoved him again. 

"Answer up, nigga."

Fredro shot back a hard look. His light skinned face, high cheekbones and thick 
lips never looked more intimidating. A slight sheen had already gathered on his 
dome as he sucked up the courage to admit.

"Yeah."

Sticky grinned widely, puffing out another billow of smoke. "What? I didnt hear 
yo nigga."

"Yeah. Im a fuckin' virgin."

"See. Now you got da game correct. Truth."

Fredros face was still hard. He felt the sudden threat, of having his secrets 
revealed, one by one. He could feel a nervious sweat gathering under his heavy 
black sweatshirt. The short brothers mind flouded with possible questions, 
anything to get back at Stickys embarrising question. The virgin question in his 
case had already been more than answered.

"How bigs your dick?"

Even asking the question flushed Fredro a little. He felt the sudden heat of 
having asked the question of his close friend. Covering his own embarrisement, 
he downed another swig of alcohol, feeling the warmth draw a heaty sweat under 
his hoody.

"Soft or stiff?" Sticky grinned, grabbing a fistful of his baggy groin. Fredro 
still felt the pain of his exposure, biting back quickly.

"Stiff motherfucka...."

Sticky breathed smoke, the billow misting the air lazily. "Eight inches."

Fredro gave an annoyed glance. Moreso from the stocky blacks seemingly cool 
responce. His glance dropped ever so slightly as the answer sunk in. Sticky 
leaned back on the bed, propping himself on his elbows, passing the blunt back 
Fredros way. Fredro took it up, feeling like the loaded gun had been turned back 
on him.

"Truth."

Sticky pondered a second as Fredro past the bottle. The shorter black leaned 
forward on his elbows, glancing again, his eyes dropping away just as quickly. 
He prepared himself for the next question. The next humiliation he thought, 
still stinging from the virgin question. At least he knew the terms of the game 
now.

"How many times a day yo jack off, nigga?"

Fredro gave a calculated responce. "Three times. Maybe four." He quickly shot 
back. "How many times you do it?"

The stocky black chuckled. "Yo, I didnt say truth or dare."

"Well, then?" Fredros face twisted in his usual annoyance. Sticky drew it out, 
gulping from the bottle.

"Truth."

"Answer da question then, nigga. How many times you jack off a day?"

"Three or four. Like yo. Depends how horny I get fo' it." Sticky took another 
gulp. Fredro knocked a little ash off the blunt, not smoking, still sweating 
from the questions. The loaded gun was back on him again.

"Truth."

"Yo ever tasted yo own cum?"

Fredro froze. His cuss wasnt audible, but it was there. His light skinned face 
was hard, his thick lips pursed in a tight grimace. He glanced away from his 
interrogating friend, staring onto the darker side of the small lounge. Under 
his sweatshirt, he felt like he was burning up. The room felt way too hot.

"Yeah."

Sticky stayed thankfully silent, Fredro feeling the flush in his lean cheeks. He 
felt like he had wasted his chance at get back on the last round by shooting 
back Stickys question. The short black sucked back heavily on the blunt, adding 
to the rooms slight haze.

"Aiight, nigga. Truth."

"You ever messed around with a guy?"

Fredro glanced up, not expecting the slight stumble from Sticky. "Nah." The 
stocky youth came back stronger, with a half laugh. "Fuck off, nigga. I aint 
screwed round wit' no niggas."

"Straight up?"

"Yeah. What da fuck is this game, huh? Lie or dare?" Sticky smoothed the answer 
out, bolting back a mouthful of alcohol. "I aint lyin'. I aint never messed wit' 
a guy."

Score one for the good guys, Fredro thought, almost smiling. The gun turned back 
on him again, almost like some strange russian roulette of dark, deep secrets. 
The gun had finally gone off on Sticky that round. Fredro leaned back into the 
seat, tugging at his sagging jeans a little. He tried a different tack.

"Dare."

"I dare yo to take off yo shirt."

Fredro was taken aback a little but the quickness of the dare. Even the nature 
of the dare. He shot it back quickly.

"I will if you take off yours too."

"Aiight."

Fredro paused slightly, but Sticky was already shrugging back his padded vest, 
slipping it off his arms. Fredro followed suit, dragging his heavy sweatshirt up 
off his chest. He paused slightly, not even knowing why, even though he was a 
little shy at baring his chest to his friend. Sticky had seen his naked torso a 
fair few times, but Fredros shy nature was still there. He waited until Sticky 
had tossed aside his vest and started unbuttoning his fatigue shirt before 
taking his own baggy white tshirt off.

The short black dropped the shirt down the side of the seat. He shuffled a 
little, sitting back, then leaning forward as he tried to cover himself as best 
he could without making it look obvious. Sticky was still undoing his shirt, 
slowly revealing a stocky chest with each button. Fredro found himself looking a 
little, puffing on the blunt as Sticky finished, pulling the shirt back off 
stocky arms. Fredro tried not to stare, taking in Stickys light skinned chest in 
slight glances.

Fredro felt the silence. The heat. Sticky gave him a lingering glance that he 
could almost feel. The light skinned black wasnt as big as Sticky on build, but 
in his early 20s, he was still carrying the athletic build of a teenhood on the 
streets. Fredro felt his sweat drying a little, at least slightly relieved at 
the change in temperature stripping off gave. Even if Stickys gaze was a little 
uncomfortable in its place.

"Aiight. Were was we?" Sticky said. He grabbed up the bottle from where he had 
put it down beside the bed. "Yo...me...yo...yeah. Truth or dare?"

"Truth." Fredro was starting to feel that 'dare' was about as dangerous as 
'truth'. He leaned back, trying to relax a little in his half naked state, still 
feeling Stickys gaze. The short black returned it.

"Yo ever fantasized about messin' wit' guys when yo jacked off?"

Fredro sucked in a breath. Why the hell was he still playing this fucked up 
game? He felt the sting again, hearing the liquid slosh in the bottle as Sticky 
gulped again. He felt the heat returning again to his athletic form. He coughed 
up the answer somehow.

"Yeah." He quickly eyed the bottle, wishing he had something to down. Fredro 
quickly slicked the answer over before Sticky could say anything else. "Truth or 
dare?"

"Dare."

Fredro fought out quickly for something. Anything. "I dare you skull the rest of 
that bottle." That coulda been better, he thought.

Sticky gave him a slight glance, lifting the bottle. There wasnt too much left 
in the bottom, as he swilled it around a little. Sticky lifted back the bottle, 
skulling the liquid slowly, but surely, gulp after gulp.

Fredro watched silently. He found himself looking Sticky over a little, the 
stocky blacks eyes pinned on the ceiling as he drunk. Fredro eyes flashed over 
those stocky shoulders, taking in the course underarm hair, where Stickys arm 
held the bottle back up to his mouth. Those dark nipples, the slight hint of 
hair between those pecs. Stickys stomach was the same stocky build as the rest 
of his light skinned body. A thickish trail of course backgrowing hair drew 
Fredros eyes down to the bulge in Stickys baggy jeans. He couldnt get out of his 
mind his friends admittance to his size there.

Fredro shifted a little, tugging at his own jeans, ashamed of the sudden 
sturring in his groin. Sticky breathed a long breath, dropping the bottle down 
the side of the bed. He gave Fredro a grin.

"Truth or dare?"

The short black wanted it to stop there. He paused slightly. Something made him 
call "truth". His eyes fell on Stickys groin again slightly, seeing the slight 
jut there, seemingly unknown or uncared by the stocky youth. Fredro felt the gun 
turn again on him.

"Yo ever fantasized 'bout messin' wit' Sonee when yo jacked off?"

His heart thumped. Hard. Fredro felt the burn again, his throat dry. He knew the 
answer. He didnt want to say that he had thought about their other group member 
when he was doing it. Three or four times a day. Tasting his own cum. While 
still a fucking virgin. His face twisted a little as he admitted it, at almost a 
whisper. Fredro felt like a kid scorned.

"Yeah."

"Truth."

"You ever tasted your cum?" The question seemed to be enough. Fredro just wanted 
to make Sticky feel the slight amount of discomfort he was feeling. It didnt 
seem to work.

"Fuck off. Nah. I aint tasted dat shit." Fredro stayed silent, his high 
cheekboned face still hard, his lips pursed in that hard grimace.

"Truth."

Sticky paused for a moment. Fredro felt his eyes again, feeling his cock 
stirring uncomfortably in his jeans. His heart thumped in his chest, his dick 
rising completely against his wants with each beat. The next question came. 
Fredro almost knew it.

"Yo ever fantasized about messin' wit' me when yo jacked off?"

Fredro looked Sticky straight in the eyes. He felt the uncomfortable size of a 
full erection in his baggy jeans, his heart pounding like a drum. The sweat was 
running off his slick dome as he glared almost definately.

"Yeah."

Sticky leaned forward, taking the blunt where Fredro had left it in the ashtray. 
He leaned back on the bed, puffing slightly, staying silent. Fredro couldnt help 
notice in his extreme embarrisment the large bulge that had risen in Stickys 
jeans. The stocky black looked as though he was as erect as him.

"Truth."

Fredro stumbled with his question. "You ever thought about doing shit with 
guys?"

"Nop." Sticky seemed still way too cool. It infuriated Fredro, the stocky youth 
blowing another puff of the blunts smoke. Fredro shot back a venomous reply.

"You fuckin' lying."

Sticky blew it off. "Nah I aint. We both tellin' da truth here, aint we?"

Fredro swept unknowingly with flow of the game, embarrised, sweating, erect. 
Angry. "Truth, motherfucka."

"Yo gay?"

"What the FUCK?!"

"I axed if yo was gay, nigga."

Fredros face twisted. He stumbled, all but spluttering. "I....ah....I dont...." 
He shook, barely able to speak. "I dont fuckin' know! NAH! What the fuck?! I 
aint! I aint fuckin' gay!" Fredros athletic chest and shoulders rose and fell 
quickly, slick with nervious sweat. He cussed at Sticky, his face hard, twisted 
in an angry grimace. The fuming anger spoke volumes beyond his stuttered lies.

"Dare."

"I dare you suck my fuckin' cock, you fuckin' bitch!"

Fredro froze. Sticky sat unmoving on the bed opposite him. The small, dark 
lounge fell silent, save Fredros rasping pants. A long moment past before Sticky 
let the smoke escape his lungs, drifting softly outwards. Fredro took a gulp of 
air, his breathing calming slightly as he realised what he had just said.

"Aiight."

Fredro stayed silent. His mind swum. He opened his mouth almost as if to say 
something. Something stopped it as Sticky put the blunt back into the ashtray. 
Fredros mind scrambled to work out what had just passed in his anger. Through 
the confusion he realised what he'd dared Sticky to do. And that Sticky had said 
yes.

"Aiight...." Stickys voice was lower. Fredros cock throbbed in his baggy jeans. 
He hadnt misheard him. He felt like he had a crowbar stuck down the front of his 
pants.

The stocky youth stood up, Fredros eyes following his movements closely. Sticky 
nodded towards the bed slightly. "I cant get at yo joint in dat seat. Sit on da 
bed."

Fredro stood up. He barely remembered doing it. He had no idea why he had. He 
couldnt believe what he had said, still. He couldnt believe what he was about to 
do. It was crazy! It had to be a mistake. He dared him to do WHAT?! Part of 
Fredro held back, confused, slightly lost. Fearful. A stronger part of him, a 
part that throbbed in his rock hard member, moved him in front of his stocky 
friend.

Sticky put a hand on his athletic shoulder. It felt reassuring, dispite the 
circumstances. Fredro felt those eyes, reassurance too, softer, that thick black 
beanie still tight over his bald dome. Stickys hand drifted down his back, 
motioning him towards the bed. Fire danced down his slicked body. A shudder. A 
tight suck of air. Fredro sat down on the end of the bed where Sticky had been 
for most the night.

"Yo....ah....yo dont have to do this dare, man..." Fredro found himself 
stuttering. Sticky was already kneeling down at the foot of the bed. The 
stockier black looked up at him.

"Nah, its all good, nigga. A dares a dare," Sticky stayed there silent a moment, 
the silence slightly unnerving. "What? Yo dont think Im man enough to do it? Dat 
it?"

"No. Its cool." 

Fredros mind swum, saying yes and no at the same time. A million questions ran 
through the short blacks brain. 'Hes doing it cause Im daring him too?', 'Hes 
doing it cause he thinks Im gay?', 'Hes doing it cause he wants to?' Stickys 
hand on his thigh silenced him mind a moment, overcoming it with the arrousal 
and pleasure of the moment.

"Its cool, nigga," Sticky replied. His voice was low, his eyes moving slowly. 
"Open yo pants up fo' me...."

Fredros heart thumped as he slipped his hand onto his belt, undoing it. Reason 
kept tugging him away from the act. His arrousal spoke louder, made his fingers 
tug open his top button as Stickys hands moved to help him. The many fantasies 
he had had of Sticky while jacking off flouded to reality, throbbing in his 
erection. His heart thumped as Stickys hands too over where his had slowed, 
opening his fly properly, tugging at his baggy jeans and boxers.

"Sit up a bit, nigga."

Stickys voice was dead low. Shakey, his eyes pinned on his stocky friend, Fredro 
moved up a little. Stickys firm hands eased down his boxers and jeans. Fredros 
erection slipped into view as his pants went down his thighs. Sticky kept 
pulling until he sat naked, his penis standing against his stomach.

Fredro stayed silent. The fear and embarrisement of being exposed was dulled by 
the arrousal of having his close friend before him. Stickys hands ran lightning 
along his athletic thighs, drawing a shudder as they slipped onto his hips. 
Fredro watched silently, panting as Stickys hand slipped around his throbbing 
six inches.

"Yo da bomb...." Sticky muttered, easing Fredro fully onto his back. Fredro 
moaned as his stocky friend eased back his skins, moving into a better position 
to suck him.

Fredro watched in silence, his mind now far past the point of protest or reason. 
All thought of the game, or the embarrisement, or anything slipped from his mind 
as the pleasure of Stickys touch roamed his athletic body. He found himself 
muttering words he couldnt remember, as Sticky squeezed his skins upward again, 
drawing a drop of precum. Stickys strong hand slipped between his thighs, 
cupping his balls, squeezing and working them, as his head moved downward.

Fredro cussed, his light skinned face twisting a little. Stickys hot, wet mouth 
moved down over his thick head, taking him in, slowly, drawing the act out. The 
shorter black reached down, his hands seeking Stickys shoulders and head, the 
source of his pleasure. Fredros hands pulled back Stickys beanie, caressing his 
smooth, bald head as Stickys tongue caressed his sexual head.

Stickys mouth moved down, swallowing in deep mouthfuls Fredros stiff organ. The 
light skinned black groaned, almost in pain from his sudden pleasure. Everything 
below the waist burned with warm, wet pleasure, Stickys mouth, his hand stroking 
his cock, his hand rubbing his balls. His mind was lost in the reality and 
fantasy of Stickys act. The stocky black sucked more aggressively on his member, 
moving back to his head and down again, in a noisey, tight suck.

"Im gonna nut bruddah," Fredro moaned. His hand was locked on Stickys stocky 
shoulder, his other still smoothing over his bald dome. Fredro muttered more 
urgently as Stickys mouth punished him sexually, stronger, more firm. The strong 
slurping fulled the air as Sticky moved up and down Fredros rigid flesh.

"Yo Sticky! Ease up! Ah damn, bro! Im gonna nut!"

Fredros face twisted, his hips squirming under Sticky as his peak rose sharply 
within him. A sudden, wet release fulled his body with warmth, releasing 
tension, the anger, a thick rope of white sperm. Stickys mouth opened, 
swallowing cock and semen as it squirted in rhymic streams of manhood. Fredros 
hands were locked onto his stocky friend as he came, his mouth moaning, 
muttering in the pleasure of release. He slowed, Stickys tongue still caressing 
his loosening member, taking cum.

Fredro lay naked, panting heavily, staring at the ceiling as he came to terms 
with what had happened. What was going through his mind. How he had ended up 
naked under his close friend. How he had fulled his mouth with his cum. The 
weight of Stickys hot body against his drew his eyes to his friends.

"Did yo like gettin' sucked by me an' nuttin' in my mouth?"

"Yeah." The shame of admitting wasnt there. Fredro felt the answer come very 
easily.

Fredro felt Sticky all over him suddenly, for some reason, right then. He was 
aware of Stickys hand on his chest, easing down onto the side of his sweaty 
body. Aware that Sticky hadnt moved off him, of his eyes looking him over 
slowly. Fredro left the silence of the moment alone, putting his hand on Stickys 
slick shoulder, feeling his breathing, aware of his own, and his second 
erection.

"Dare?" Fredro asked after a moment longer. Sticky looked up slightly, matching 
the shorter youths gaze. He nodded.

"Drop yo pants?"

Sticky eased himself up, Fredro watching the stocky black closely as he rose 
over him. Fredro found his hands moving quickly to help his friend with his 
belt. The baggy jeans slipped away, Stickys eight inch penis bowing forward 
under its heavy weight as he ditched his jeans. Fredro shifted as Sticky eased 
him up the bed, lying with him finally, taking him in his stocky arms.

"Dont say shit," Sticky whispered. Fredro slipped his hands onto Stickys strong 
back. Shaking with his closeness, of his huge member pressed against him, and 
his weight on his. "Yo dont gotta dare me nuthin'. Ima do what ever yo want me 
to, nigga."

Fredros mind begged to ask Sticky, dare him, thinking somehow he wouldnt. The 
thought must have crossed Stickys, or betrayed by Fredros athletic form, or 
face. A moment later Stickys mouth eased onto his, his hand stroking back over 
his bald dome. Fredro gripped him tight, as if not wanting the reality of what 
was happening to escape him. Finally, it was gonna happen. Finally, with the one 
person he only dreamed would do it.

Fredro went with the kisses, as Sticky claimed his thick lips. He felt his 
stocky friends tongue ease between his lips, opening up a whole new sensation 
and pleasure. Fredro opened his mouth wider, Stickys mouth moving further in on 
his. He groaned, feeling Stickys huge member burn against his own as the stocky 
youth moved on him.

Fredro surrendered himself totally to Sticky. Mouth, mind, body and soul. 
Somewhere the movements became something more, sweaty bodies moving against each 
other. What had started as a powerful blowjob had moved from sex to love. 
Fredros hands roamed all over Stickys firm body, onto his ass, back up to his 
smooth head. Stickys mouth moved onto his neck, the wet pleasure moving as 
unfelt sensations washed over Fredros athletic body.

"Take me nigga.....do it, man."

Sticky gazed up from kissing Fredros athletic chest. "Yo sure?"

"Yeah, Im sure." Fredro panted heavily, stroking Stickys stocky shoulders. "I 
want yo too."

Sticky nodded slightly, muttering, kissing softly again at Fredros nipple. His 
hand was there again, where it had been when he had sucked him off. Stickys 
strong hand rubbed up over Fredros hairy balls, stroking downward firmly. A 
finger slipped again into the smooth crack of his ass. The sensation felt 
familiar, except this time there was no wet pleasure burning in his cock, 
blinding the feelings. Stickys fingers stroked and rubbed over that soft spot, 
moist with sweat.

Fredro moved up a little. Sticky gazed into his eyes again. His sweaty body was 
between his widestread legs. Fredros eyes dropped, over sweaty, stocky muscle. 
Down to that hard organ, still stiff, glistening with moisture. The shorter 
black reached out slowly, grasping that burning brand, slipping his hand down 
its length. Sticky let out a moan, shuddered. Fredro felt his hand move an 
eternity of thick heat, before he felt the scratch of Stickys pubic hair.

Fredro slowly stroked Stickys length, feeling the wet under his palm, smearing 
the youths juices about his broad head. Stickys foreskin stayed back, tight, 
exposing his weeping eye, his arrousal and Fredros touch making his dick drool. 
Fredro felt Stickys fingers push, easing against his sweaty hole. He gasped as 
Sticky moved forward, taking his lips in a kiss again. His body responded to the 
small penetration as Stickys mouth took his again.

Fredros hand delivered back the pleasure that his body felt, through his slow 
moving hand that soon slurped Sticky length. His other hand roamed hot, stocky 
flesh, over that slicked head. Stickys hot lips took his again, still tasting 
and smelling of the alchole they had both been drinking. Fredro felt his need 
and arrousal peaking as Stickys finger probed deeper, suddenly sparking a 
blinding wave of pleasure through his body.

The stocky black felt Fredros responce, easing back, watching his gasping 
expression. Fredro was moaning, his athletic body writhing as that finger rubbed 
firmly against his spot. Stickys hand rode gently up his body, drawing further 
pleasure, as his finger drew a higher threshold deep in his friends ass.

Fredro panted. His hand moved quickly, mindlessly on Stickys big member. Their 
eyes connected, deeply, as they drew heavy pleasure on each others bodies. 
Fredros own eyes were wide, almost disbelieving as his virginal senses were 
blinded by unfelt pleasures. Sticky looked back, his gaze calm, stocky shoulders 
still heaving.

"Fuck!" 

A glimpse of confusion past Fredros straining face, a brief taste of salt past 
his lips, wet, almost overbaring. The realisation past over him as another 
splash of hot cum trailed up his muscular form, catching him again in the face. 
Fredro stopped jacking Sticky, taken aback. It began to run in quick drips down 
his body, from the stream streaked up his light skinned body. Throbs of thick 
white added to the stream in lessening blows.

"Fuck," Sticky panted heavily. He gently wrapped his hand around Fredros, easing 
it of his drooping cock. "Yo, Im sorry, nigga."

"Its cool," Fredro grinned, a glob of cum glistening on his high cheekbone. "Ive 
fantasized about how much yo really cum too..."

"Stop fantasizin'...." 

Fredro wrapped his arms around Stickys strong body, feeling the blacks finger 
still deep in his ass. The stocky youth gently kissed the cum off Fredros face. 
Fredro took his chance, turning his head slightly, brushing his lips against 
Stickys. The bigger youth eased his finger out of Fredros hot center, smearing 
his ample stream of cum between them as he embraced Fredro, taking his lips 
again.

The two kissed deeply again, lips meshing as each of them consumed the others. 
Fredro found his hands rubbing, gripping, his body responding under Stickys with 
a powerful need. He felt the strength in Stickys thick body, in his lips, 
personified in the huge cock that was again throbbing against his stomach. So 
large, so capible, from the evidence smeared between their bodies, surrounding 
them with the stench of sex.

Fredro groaned against Stickys mouth, disappointed slightly as his mouth pulled 
from his. The warmth wandered his neck, licking slowly at that which made his 
athletic chest sticky. Fredro muttered silently as those lips kissed slowly down 
his body. His hands eased up onto Stickys bald head, gently coaxing him 
downward. He watched as Stickys hot mouth lingered soft pleasure on his stiffen 
organ, licked at his nuts.

Fredro felt his legs spread under his friends strong hands, a sudden, very warm 
sensation against his ass. He heard the gentle sucking, knowing the source of 
the pleasure; as always, Stickys hot mouth. His ass opened gently under Stickys 
fingers, his tongue moving inward as it had on his mouth. Warmth spread again 
through his light skinned body.

The warm around them was hot, their bodies sticky with semen and sweat. Fredro 
remained silently, grunting quietly only now and then as Sticky pushed both 
tongue and fingers deeper inside him. It seemed like an eternity before Sticky 
moved back onto him. His weight pressed down on him again, Stickys hand, wet 
with saliva and spit, working against his thick member.

"Do it gentle, nigga..." Fredro found his mind almost trying to back out, 
justifying and assuming. His physical and sexual needs spoke louder, his hands 
tight on Stickys shoulders.

"Yeah, yo know I will, nigga. Just relax yo. It aint gonna hurt...I promise."

Fredro found reassurance in those eyes again, in the soft skin under his hands. 
Already a new sensation burned against his stretched asshole, the center between 
his widespread legs. The short black couldnt believe the reality, but knew there 
was no other explaination. His mind paniced again, spelling out the physical 
impossibilities poised at him.

He felt the tightening in Stickys strong body before the discomfort in his ass. 
Fredro grunted. Soothing words quickly followed, as Sticky kissed against his 
lips, drawing him back into a warm, now familiar calm. Fredro was lost again to 
those lips as muscles tightened, his asshole widening, opening. His ass began to 
protest, Sticky slowing, stopping, then working against him again, with strange 
skill.

Fredros hands gripped tightly against those hard muscles, feeling each push 
within his embrace and against his ass. Something gave suddenly, Fredro grunting 
hard against Stickys tight kiss. His ass clamped, tightening against Stickys 
huge head as it popped inside his crushing right of muscle. Fredro could smell 
the alchole again, as Sticky breathed heavily through his nose, still kissing 
noisily at his thick lips.

Gentle motions slowly pressed that thick cock further, deeper. Fredro heard 
Stickys whispers to relax again, as he broke the kiss, pushing a little firmer. 
Light skinned muscles tightened and relaxed as slowly Stickys thick rod made its 
long passage.

"Open up fo' me, nigga," Fredro heard words take form in his strange mist of 
pleasure and pain. The voice calmed him, familiar, the source of pleasure and 
fantasy. "Let me in....yeah....Ima do it fo' yo smooth....open up fo' me 
Shorty....yeah I know yo like dat name, huh?"

Something inside Fredro melted open to Stickys voice, his body, his spear of 
thick flesh. The two youths gasped, as Stickys fat shaft glided smoothly to 
burning depths inside Fredro. Everything seemed to pound to Fredros senses, his 
heart, his cock. Against his chest, Stickys heart throbbed, inside him, 
impossibly, his huge manhood, reminding Fredro of his presence with every 
heartbeat.

"Yeah....yo like dat Shorty?" Sticky asked. His voice came as heavy and ragged 
as Fredros, their bodies burning against each others. "Yo aiight Shorty?"

"Yeah...."

"Did yo fantasize bout us doin' dis?"

Fredro nodded, sweat rolling of his bald head. "Yeah...."

Fredro gazed at those dark eyes again. Something made him pull his stocky friend 
close, tight. His thick lips took Stickys again. There was no trace of anger, 
doubt, fear. Only warmth, intense, throbbing pleasure. Fredro let out moaned, 
barely ledgible words as Sticky began his gentle backstroke.

"I....love yo....damn...." Fredro clung to Sticky, calling again as he began 
moving against him in a smooth, quicker rhythm.

"I know Shorty....Ima make love to yo in every way yo ever dreamed...."

Fredro felt the warmth of the sex taking him, fulling him like he was slowly 
lying down in a hot tub. Stickys strong body moved over him, like the same fluid 
motions of water. The short youth lay panting under him, as Stickys penis rode 
the rhythmic motions of intercourse against his asshole. His pants rose to match 
Stickys and the strokes of his dick inside his tight center.

Fredro writhed as the motions increased. His body slowly opened more to Stickys 
sex, as the stocky youth rode harder, faster. He kept his motions controlled, 
easy, watching for discomfort. Sticky saw only the unexplainable pleasure felt 
by a virgin losing his. Fredros mouth moved in moans, unspoken words of 
pleasure, thanks, pleeding. His hands locked on Stickys strong body as his 
friend muttered soft words, calling him "Shorty" over and over.

Fredro felt the flames shooting over his body again and again as Stickys fat 
member took his virginity. A sudden heat flared in his own, wetness saturating 
him and Sticky in strong washes of warmth. Fredro felt Stickys thick shaft in a 
new, unfelt light as his ring squeezed with each swift wave of semen. He felt 
Stickys shifting length, his size, the gradual but firm hardening and swelling. 
A burst of fire took his insides, Sticky groaning hard with his release above 
him.

Fredro felt as drained as his friend as the sex subsided. The warm burn of 
liquid deep inside him fulled him in ways he never thought possible, slowing 
after an eternity. The pleasure gave way to ragged pants, burning sweat, slicked 
muscles. Fredros loose ass released that devirgining member softly, caressing 
its long, loosening length, milking its cream.

"Fuck!" Sticky panted, lying with Fredro. "Ah fuck Shorty. Fuck I love 
dat....fuck, I love YO....I shoulda worked dis shit outta yo soona, nigga....I 
know we both needed dat shit..."

"Yo told me yo never though about guys," Fredro grinned. It barely seemed to 
make any difference, barely worth even mentioning. "Or tasted yo cum, or ANY of 
that shit, man!"

"Yo, I needed to get a rise outta yo, Shorty," he explained. Fredro felt that 
big penis nestling against his, sweat and cum mingling. "So I could getta chance 
to get anutha rise outta yo..."

Fredro smiled, getting the reference. He didnt care what he had said, what he 
had done. He didnt care about the humiliation. It was worth it to feel that 
afficial nastee. His fantasies come to life.

In the dimness of the room, blunt smoke all but gone, Fredro embraced Stickys 
sweaty, heavy body again. Their lips met again, as Sticky wrapped his arms 
around his friend again. Sticky sucked again on those thick lips. Tasting his 
Shorty.