Not What I Expected To Happen At A Hockey Rink
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“Why you act like a girl,” Londarrien Rawls hissed as he skated past the slightly older reveler.
“Leave me alone,” glared Hampton McKinney as he recoiled from the shove his bully delivered.
“We should beat his ass,” snarled Hampton’s best friend Jasmine.
“It’s not worth it. He’s in like the eighth grade and probably has a troubled home life,” the straight ‘A’ student played it off.
“Well, you know I don’t mind.”
“Yes, girl. Calm down.”
“Sissy,” the taller-than-average junior varsity basketball player announced racing past the caramel-skinned nerd.
“Forget this,” Hampton said. “I’m going outside for some air.”
“Want me to come,” Jasmine inquired lovingly.
“Nah. You stay in here and drive these boys wild.”
“Suit yourself,” she answered skating away.
Hampton, who was the student council representative for his tenth grade class at Douglass High School, pulled of his wheels and handed them to the attendant. He slid his feet into his bright blue-green low top Chuck Taylors. He headed out the door with his head buried in his phone texting this friend and that.
Londarrien, the one who could pass for a college freshman even though he wasn’t in high school yet, scanned the floor. At six-foot-two he towered over most of the crowd on the floor, but he did not see his victim so he skated quicker and caught a glimpse of Hampton heading outside. He hopped up the step and traded in the skates for his size twelve black Nike Air Stepback Retro high-tops. He hustled out the door and searched out Hampton.
Londarrien did not see him immediately so he walked around the side of the rink. There was Hampton – leaning against the wall. “Textin’ yo’ boyfriend,” the gifted athlete called out.
“Who I’m texting is none of your business,” Hampton scowled.
“So it is your boyfriend,” Londarrien snickered.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You ain’t say it wasn’t him neither.”
“Can’t you find someone else to harass.”
“No. I wanna harass you.”
“What for? I’ve never done anything to you.”
Londarrien shrugged his shoulders.
“Answer me,” demanded the five-foot-seven-inch effeminate Model U.N. delegate.
Londarrien stood still debating his next move. He clinched his fist and thought about the night before. It was Friday and he was up late playing NBA 2K14 on his Xbox 360. His grandmother, who had to work early, was fast asleep, and his uncle, who shared the split level home with them, had been to the club as usual. The gamer heard saw headlight and figured Murk must have returned. He looked out of his window to see the smoke colored 2003 Lexus GS 300 he expected. He also spotted unfamiliar silver 2007 Kia Sportage parking alongside the curb next to the driveway. He watched his mother’s brother motion for the other driver to come his direction. Londarrien paused his game and walked quietly down to the lowest level of the house. He went into the utility room which had a small hole that made his Uncle Murk’s man cave visible. He saw his tall, slender uncle enter followed by a medium-height dark-skinned guy.
Murk turned on the TV confident he wouldn’t disturb anyone because of the sound-proofing he had installed a couple years prior when he retired from the Army and came back to live with his momma. He pulled out a bottle of vodka from the mini fridge along with some orange juice. He poured up two drinks and handed one to his guest. The stranger lit up a blunt and inhaled. Then, he passed it to Murk.
After drinking and smoking for about ten minutes, the guest stood up and asked, “You wanna see this?”
Murk exhaled and said, “Yeah, shake that ass.”
The next thing Londarrien knew was the visitor had dropped his pants and was twerking his juicy chocolate booty that was covered with only a pair of obviously too small pink lace boyshort panties. He watched his uncle smack the cheeks and then disappear. Murk returned with a bottle of baby oil and squirted all over the dancer. His uncle massaged it in while the companion jiggled, gyrated, and popped his plump derriere.
Murk sat back as he got his nine inch dick sucked. It was sloppy and both enjoyed it. Then, the bottom got up from his knees and bent over the bed. Murk eased up behind him.
“That ass is tight,” the dominant top confessed.
“Ooh you like it daddy,” inquired the attractive passive man.
“I do, faggot.”
“I love it when you call me that.”
“I know, faggot. Take this dick.”
Murk pumped the bitch hard and slow for a while and finished up in the missionary style. The bed squeaked until they had both nutted. He showed the guest to the restroom and then wished the fairy good riddance.
“You enjoy that, bro,” Murk yelled out.
“Yeah, unc,” Londarrien admitted.
Murk had drilled the hole for his nephew one day after he caught the k** spying on him and lady friend. He told him that it was their secret and he could never tell what he saw. Londarrien swore. It was not the first time he’d seen his uncle fuck a sissy – that had been a year earlier.
“bro,” Murk had started back then. “Do you got any questions about what you just saw?”
“I mean, uh, naw I don’t guess,” Londarrien stumbled.
“Do you know what you saw?”
“Yeah, you fucked a dude.”
“Not a dude. A faggot.”
“So you gay?”
“No, I’m not gay. You’re young now, but you’ll understand when you get older. Sometimes a straight man just needs a faggot to fuck hard so he can get rid of all his frustrations. Remember what you see down here is between us.”
“Yes sir,” Londarrien agreed.
That had been the extent of their discussion. Londarrien could see that his uncle seemed to have much more fun with the sissy boys than the women.
“What the hell are you doing,” Hampton sneered jolting the rising basketball star back to reality.
“This,” Londarrien said lunging towards him and kissing his neck.
“What the…”
“You ‘ont like it,” the aggressor checked while squeezing Hampton’s butt cheeks.
“I, uh. Uh. Londarri…Uh,” Hampton grappled.
“You know you like how I be flirtin’ wit you.”
“Yes,” Hampton admitted with a sigh.
“Come back here and suck my dick.”
They walked deeper into the wooded area behind the skating rink. Londarrien whipped out his nine inches and Hampton sucked as if there were no tomorrow. Londarrien slapped his face with it and held on to his closely cropped hair.
Hampton could not believe he was sucking this guy’s dick and how massive it was. To date, it was the largest he’d had – even compared to that of Jasmine’s dad. He bobbed his head and slobbered all over the meaty shaft.
“I wanna fuck yo’ ass,” Londarrien declared.
Hampton stood and pulled down his orange shorts, “Yes, sir.”
“Stick it in there, faggot!”
“Owwww,” howled Hampton.
“Hell yeah! That shit feel good.”
“Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!”
“You like this dick, faggot?”
“Yes sir!”
Londarrien only lasted another ninety seconds as he was so turned on. He shook his dick to dispose of the excess dripping cum then zipped up his pants.
“You betta not tell nobody ‘bout this neither, you faggot ass punk,” he said spitting in Hampton’s face before he turned to walk away.
“Leave me alone,” glared Hampton McKinney as he recoiled from the shove his bully delivered.
“We should beat his ass,” snarled Hampton’s best friend Jasmine.
“It’s not worth it. He’s in like the eighth grade and probably has a troubled home life,” the straight ‘A’ student played it off.
“Well, you know I don’t mind.”
“Yes, girl. Calm down.”
“Sissy,” the taller-than-average junior varsity basketball player announced racing past the caramel-skinned nerd.
“Forget this,” Hampton said. “I’m going outside for some air.”
“Want me to come,” Jasmine inquired lovingly.
“Nah. You stay in here and drive these boys wild.”
“Suit yourself,” she answered skating away.
Hampton, who was the student council representative for his tenth grade class at Douglass High School, pulled of his wheels and handed them to the attendant. He slid his feet into his bright blue-green low top Chuck Taylors. He headed out the door with his head buried in his phone texting this friend and that.
Londarrien, the one who could pass for a college freshman even though he wasn’t in high school yet, scanned the floor. At six-foot-two he towered over most of the crowd on the floor, but he did not see his victim so he skated quicker and caught a glimpse of Hampton heading outside. He hopped up the step and traded in the skates for his size twelve black Nike Air Stepback Retro high-tops. He hustled out the door and searched out Hampton.
Londarrien did not see him immediately so he walked around the side of the rink. There was Hampton – leaning against the wall. “Textin’ yo’ boyfriend,” the gifted athlete called out.
“Who I’m texting is none of your business,” Hampton scowled.
“So it is your boyfriend,” Londarrien snickered.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You ain’t say it wasn’t him neither.”
“Can’t you find someone else to harass.”
“No. I wanna harass you.”
“What for? I’ve never done anything to you.”
Londarrien shrugged his shoulders.
“Answer me,” demanded the five-foot-seven-inch effeminate Model U.N. delegate.
Londarrien stood still debating his next move. He clinched his fist and thought about the night before. It was Friday and he was up late playing NBA 2K14 on his Xbox 360. His grandmother, who had to work early, was fast asleep, and his uncle, who shared the split level home with them, had been to the club as usual. The gamer heard saw headlight and figured Murk must have returned. He looked out of his window to see the smoke colored 2003 Lexus GS 300 he expected. He also spotted unfamiliar silver 2007 Kia Sportage parking alongside the curb next to the driveway. He watched his mother’s brother motion for the other driver to come his direction. Londarrien paused his game and walked quietly down to the lowest level of the house. He went into the utility room which had a small hole that made his Uncle Murk’s man cave visible. He saw his tall, slender uncle enter followed by a medium-height dark-skinned guy.
Murk turned on the TV confident he wouldn’t disturb anyone because of the sound-proofing he had installed a couple years prior when he retired from the Army and came back to live with his momma. He pulled out a bottle of vodka from the mini fridge along with some orange juice. He poured up two drinks and handed one to his guest. The stranger lit up a blunt and inhaled. Then, he passed it to Murk.
After drinking and smoking for about ten minutes, the guest stood up and asked, “You wanna see this?”
Murk exhaled and said, “Yeah, shake that ass.”
The next thing Londarrien knew was the visitor had dropped his pants and was twerking his juicy chocolate booty that was covered with only a pair of obviously too small pink lace boyshort panties. He watched his uncle smack the cheeks and then disappear. Murk returned with a bottle of baby oil and squirted all over the dancer. His uncle massaged it in while the companion jiggled, gyrated, and popped his plump derriere.
Murk sat back as he got his nine inch dick sucked. It was sloppy and both enjoyed it. Then, the bottom got up from his knees and bent over the bed. Murk eased up behind him.
“That ass is tight,” the dominant top confessed.
“Ooh you like it daddy,” inquired the attractive passive man.
“I do, faggot.”
“I love it when you call me that.”
“I know, faggot. Take this dick.”
Murk pumped the bitch hard and slow for a while and finished up in the missionary style. The bed squeaked until they had both nutted. He showed the guest to the restroom and then wished the fairy good riddance.
“You enjoy that, bro,” Murk yelled out.
“Yeah, unc,” Londarrien admitted.
Murk had drilled the hole for his nephew one day after he caught the k** spying on him and lady friend. He told him that it was their secret and he could never tell what he saw. Londarrien swore. It was not the first time he’d seen his uncle fuck a sissy – that had been a year earlier.
“bro,” Murk had started back then. “Do you got any questions about what you just saw?”
“I mean, uh, naw I don’t guess,” Londarrien stumbled.
“Do you know what you saw?”
“Yeah, you fucked a dude.”
“Not a dude. A faggot.”
“So you gay?”
“No, I’m not gay. You’re young now, but you’ll understand when you get older. Sometimes a straight man just needs a faggot to fuck hard so he can get rid of all his frustrations. Remember what you see down here is between us.”
“Yes sir,” Londarrien agreed.
That had been the extent of their discussion. Londarrien could see that his uncle seemed to have much more fun with the sissy boys than the women.
“What the hell are you doing,” Hampton sneered jolting the rising basketball star back to reality.
“This,” Londarrien said lunging towards him and kissing his neck.
“What the…”
“You ‘ont like it,” the aggressor checked while squeezing Hampton’s butt cheeks.
“I, uh. Uh. Londarri…Uh,” Hampton grappled.
“You know you like how I be flirtin’ wit you.”
“Yes,” Hampton admitted with a sigh.
“Come back here and suck my dick.”
They walked deeper into the wooded area behind the skating rink. Londarrien whipped out his nine inches and Hampton sucked as if there were no tomorrow. Londarrien slapped his face with it and held on to his closely cropped hair.
Hampton could not believe he was sucking this guy’s dick and how massive it was. To date, it was the largest he’d had – even compared to that of Jasmine’s dad. He bobbed his head and slobbered all over the meaty shaft.
“I wanna fuck yo’ ass,” Londarrien declared.
Hampton stood and pulled down his orange shorts, “Yes, sir.”
“Stick it in there, faggot!”
“Owwww,” howled Hampton.
“Hell yeah! That shit feel good.”
“Fuck me! Fuck me, baby!”
“You like this dick, faggot?”
“Yes sir!”
Londarrien only lasted another ninety seconds as he was so turned on. He shook his dick to dispose of the excess dripping cum then zipped up his pants.
“You betta not tell nobody ‘bout this neither, you faggot ass punk,” he said spitting in Hampton’s face before he turned to walk away.
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