you.” Kamikaze kept his head out of the shower to keep the phone from getting wet.
Chulito pulled down his boxer briefs, sat on the bowl and pushed his erection down to pee into it. Chulito felt every muscle in his body relax as the urine flowed out of him, while Kamikaze talked with one of the suppliers who had a stash ready for disbursement.
“See you at three.” Kamikaze ended his conversation and handed the phone to Chulito. “Should I leave the water on?”
“O.K.,” Chulito responded. Kamikaze slid the curtain open, stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried himself.
Seeing Chulito sitting on the bowl he reacted. “Fo! You taking a shit? I thought you said you had to pee, nigga.”
“I am peeing, it’s just…”
“Oh, I see. I guess things are back in working order down there. Maybe you should give Veronica a call now.” Kamikaze pumped his hips. “We could do her like we did Yolanda back in the day.”
“Bet.” Chulito finished peeing, but sat pressing down on his erection waiting for Kamikaze to leave the bathroom.
“I gotta go see Hank at three for a pick up, you comin’?”
“Yeah.” Chulito stayed seated on the toilet. “But I gotta go home first, O.K? Show my face.”
Kamikaze dried his hair with a towel then wrapped it around his waist. He went over to the mirror, wiped off steam and put shaving cream on his face. Chulito realized that Kamikaze was not leaving the bathroom any time soon so he got into the shower quickly.
Seeing Chulito’s erection bounce, Kamikaze said, “Don’t be taking a long shower and shit. It’s already after eleven o’clock and if you want to come with me we gotta eat and stop by your house before heading up to Hank’s in Connecticut.”
Chulito tried to ignore his erection as he washed himself, but the memory of the Yolanda incident and seeing Kamikaze naked again had him horned out. He squeezed his cock and felt a rush through his body accompanied by guilt. Kamikaze continued to talk and shave.
Chulito washed his underarms, bolas, ass crack, and feet. Then he gave his dick a few strokes and jerked off as quietly as possible. It could be fast, he thought. The sink water went off. Good, Chulito thought, Kamikaze would leave the bathroom and he could just finish the job. Then the hair blower come on. Chulito continued to stroke himself and circle his nipple with his thumb sending waves of pleasure up and down his body. The intensity built quickly in his balls. He held his breath as the first stream of cum shot out of him. Kamikaze turned off the blower. For the second and a third squirt he was was silent, but by the fourth shot a short gasp escaped from him and he continued to tremble.
“Did you just come, nigga?” Kamikaze asked matter-of-factly. “You better make sure none of that shit sticks to the tub when you’re done, and hurry up ‘cause we gotta go, or I’m gonna leave ya ass.”
Chulito stood in the warm shower, his knees weak. He never thought that he would do something like that, and Kamikaze treated it like no big deal. Nothing was too weird for him. It was one of the things that made Kamikaze different from any of the guys in the neighborhood. Chulito loved that about him.
Chapter Four
Chulito watched as a warm, powerful blast of wind shoved Carlos around the corner of Garrison and Hunts Point Avenues. Chulito’s heart shifted into high gear, as it always did, when he saw Carlos suddenly appear half a block away. Outwardly, Chulito stayed nonchalant, as if he had been leaning on the car in front of their building by chance, but he had been there hoping to run into Carlos.
A week had passed since the party posse, and Carlos was like a phantom walking by without making eye contact, as if Chulito, or anyone else on the block, didn’t exist.
Now, as Carlos came closer, Chulito’s pulse quickened. Carlos’ shopping bags swung out of control, his hair flew wildly obscuring his face, shorts flapped around his legs and his loose shirt
Chulito pulled down his boxer briefs, sat on the bowl and pushed his erection down to pee into it. Chulito felt every muscle in his body relax as the urine flowed out of him, while Kamikaze talked with one of the suppliers who had a stash ready for disbursement.
“See you at three.” Kamikaze ended his conversation and handed the phone to Chulito. “Should I leave the water on?”
“O.K.,” Chulito responded. Kamikaze slid the curtain open, stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried himself.
Seeing Chulito sitting on the bowl he reacted. “Fo! You taking a shit? I thought you said you had to pee, nigga.”
“I am peeing, it’s just…”
“Oh, I see. I guess things are back in working order down there. Maybe you should give Veronica a call now.” Kamikaze pumped his hips. “We could do her like we did Yolanda back in the day.”
“Bet.” Chulito finished peeing, but sat pressing down on his erection waiting for Kamikaze to leave the bathroom.
“I gotta go see Hank at three for a pick up, you comin’?”
“Yeah.” Chulito stayed seated on the toilet. “But I gotta go home first, O.K? Show my face.”
Kamikaze dried his hair with a towel then wrapped it around his waist. He went over to the mirror, wiped off steam and put shaving cream on his face. Chulito realized that Kamikaze was not leaving the bathroom any time soon so he got into the shower quickly.
Seeing Chulito’s erection bounce, Kamikaze said, “Don’t be taking a long shower and shit. It’s already after eleven o’clock and if you want to come with me we gotta eat and stop by your house before heading up to Hank’s in Connecticut.”
Chulito tried to ignore his erection as he washed himself, but the memory of the Yolanda incident and seeing Kamikaze naked again had him horned out. He squeezed his cock and felt a rush through his body accompanied by guilt. Kamikaze continued to talk and shave.
Chulito washed his underarms, bolas, ass crack, and feet. Then he gave his dick a few strokes and jerked off as quietly as possible. It could be fast, he thought. The sink water went off. Good, Chulito thought, Kamikaze would leave the bathroom and he could just finish the job. Then the hair blower come on. Chulito continued to stroke himself and circle his nipple with his thumb sending waves of pleasure up and down his body. The intensity built quickly in his balls. He held his breath as the first stream of cum shot out of him. Kamikaze turned off the blower. For the second and a third squirt he was was silent, but by the fourth shot a short gasp escaped from him and he continued to tremble.
“Did you just come, nigga?” Kamikaze asked matter-of-factly. “You better make sure none of that shit sticks to the tub when you’re done, and hurry up ‘cause we gotta go, or I’m gonna leave ya ass.”
Chulito stood in the warm shower, his knees weak. He never thought that he would do something like that, and Kamikaze treated it like no big deal. Nothing was too weird for him. It was one of the things that made Kamikaze different from any of the guys in the neighborhood. Chulito loved that about him.
Chapter Four
Chulito watched as a warm, powerful blast of wind shoved Carlos around the corner of Garrison and Hunts Point Avenues. Chulito’s heart shifted into high gear, as it always did, when he saw Carlos suddenly appear half a block away. Outwardly, Chulito stayed nonchalant, as if he had been leaning on the car in front of their building by chance, but he had been there hoping to run into Carlos.
A week had passed since the party posse, and Carlos was like a phantom walking by without making eye contact, as if Chulito, or anyone else on the block, didn’t exist.
Now, as Carlos came closer, Chulito’s pulse quickened. Carlos’ shopping bags swung out of control, his hair flew wildly obscuring his face, shorts flapped around his legs and his loose shirt
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