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Fake It Till You Make It
by Don bellew
“Here it is. I got it right here.”
He watched the bill wave slowly. “Nawh, man. I can’t do it. Let me cut your grass or something. I gotta get some money, I owe this guy and he‘s pressing me, you know?”
“Look at the yard. I cut the grass yesterday, Fred.”
“Ain’t you got nothing else I can do?”
I just grinned. “Yeah, I told you …”
“Hell, I mean a real job … wash your car? Clean your gutters or …”
“No, Fred! I’m horny, dude. I’ll make it twenty five, okay? All you got to do is let me look at it. Just turn me on, man… What are you afraid of?”
“I ain’t afraid, man! I’m just not gay, you know? That ain’t me. I don’t do shit like that.” He turned to look up and down the street. The block was quiet, nobody around.
“Fred … I never thought you were gay. I don’t want to see no sissy dick. I wouldn’t be offering money to some faggot, would I? I know you’re a real man …”
“So why me, huh? Why you hitting on me, then?” He was nervous, a little hostile but he was still there. He wasn’t running away, was he?
“Cause you need money and I got the money … it’s a cash transaction, that’s all, man. You think real men don’t sell their dicks?” I laughed. “Forget it, Fred. You don’t need the money bad enough. Come back when you get desperate. I ain’t gonna beg you, I just made the offer. Now I gotta close the door. All the cool air is getting out, house is already hot …” I slowly closed the door, he looked around, again.
“Wait a minute, man! Just wait, okay? I AM desperate! I gotta get this money, dawg. Let me come in, okay? Let’s talk about it … I, uh …” His hands flapped, expressed his agitation, his confusion.
“Well, come on in, Fred, but there ain’t nothing to talk about is there?” I held the door open and he slipped inside with another glance over his shoulder. He was scared to death somebody would see him come in my house.
“You got a beer or something cold? I’m burning up, man.”
“Sure, I got plenty of beer. Come on back to the kitchen.”
He followed me. He was quiet, thinking it over. I knew he was going to do it. He was just arguing with himself, now. Give him time, let him relax, get used to the idea.
He took a long drink of Bud and leaned back against the counter top. I slid my eyes down the length of his body. He grinned. “What you looking at, man? I ain’t all that good looking. Don’t see why you want to look at me like that, for real.”
“Oh, now you begging for some flattery? Shit. You know what you got, Fred. You always coming around here in them low rider jeans, your ass hanging out the back, your big old dick swinging loose … You know people gonna look at you, you like the attention, don’t shit me.”
“Man, I dress for the ladies! I like it when women look at me, sure. Don’t need no man checking out my ass, though. That shit creeps me out! I ain’t no punk ass ho-boy.”
“Don’t worry. You got a cute ass but I don’t want to fuck you, Fred. I’d rather suck that big old dick.”
“So now you want to blow me? I thought you was just gonna look at it? Gonna cost you more to blow me, man. That’s some high priced meat, prime beef!” He squeezed his dick through the denim. “Cost you fifty. You got fifty, right?”
“I got it but I ain’t giving it to you, Fred! You just ain’t worth it, man. I can get a dick for ten if I cruise down to the park. Forget it, dude. You got me confused with some high roller; I’m just a working man. Fifty bucks would buy my groceries this week!”
“Man!” he whined, “You can go fifty, you know you can. This ain’t some gutter dick. I’m clean and I’m healthy, man! I be worth it … make you cream all over yourself, man.”
“Oh, now you a salesman? A big time hustler? I said forget it, Fred. I made a mistake. I was half joking, anyway… never figured you’d go for it.” I opened the refrigerator, pulled out another beer. “Here you go. Take one for the road. No hard feelings, okay?”
“What’s this? We had a deal, right? Now you don’t want to see my dick? I ain’t even worth twenty bucks?” He whined, squeezed his dick, and lifted it up to show off the huge lump. “Aw, man! Come on … do the deal, dawg. I got to get this little change!”
“Sorry, Fred … just, well, this is embarrassing … it’s not what I had in mind …”
“You mean you don’t want this?” He stepped close and pulled my hand down to his dick, hunched against it. “Gimme that twenty in your pocket and you can play with this thang, hold it right in your hand, make me hard, man… get this meat! You know you want it.” He slid his hand across my chest. He felt for my nipple under the tee shirt, pinched me playfully.
“It’s getting hard, dawg… you feel that? I’m getting hard for you, getting hot, man!”
He was. I could feel his heat and his swelling shaft. I pushed the back of my hand against it. He circled my shoulders, ran his palm down my back, cupped my ass. “Where’s that twenty, man? In your pocket? I’m gonna search you, pat you down …” His hands began sliding over my ass, around to my front pockets, like a horny cop. He felt of every lump he found … even slid his hand over my crotch, lighting a fire in there.
“Mmm, yeah. You like this, huh?” He patted the rising hardness under my fly. He found the crinkle of a folded bill in my right front pocket. “Here it is! That’s what I need. Come to papa, little Andrew …” He turned me, shoved his dick against my ass, ran his hand down into my pocket and his fingers toyed with my thigh, the hard knob of my cock, pulled out the twenty and shoved it into his own pocket. “All right, Gee… now you done bought it, you can play with it …” He grinned, turned me, let me watch as he opened his fly and shoved down on his drawers. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees and held his tee shirt up high over a tight, ripped belly. “Come on, get it, man … get me off, do something with this thang!” He stroked it, the huge brown shaft stood straight up and seemed to throb with life.
It was hot in my hands, moist and pulsing. “Ah, yeah, Gee, squeeze it hard, make me feel it!”
He closed his eyes tight and hunched into my fist, his hands reached out to hold my shoulders. He pulled down on my arms…gasped …”Suck it, man! Cop that rod …Get down there!” He pushed down on my shoulders.
I bent down and kissed it, ran my tongue across the grainy head. He shoved forward, ran his palm across my hair … “Man, please! …just suck it!”
I opened my mouth and let him slide inside, my lips caressed the shaft, wet the dry skin, slid lower and deeper. He groaned, moaned, and rubbed my back. He tugged at my shirt, lifted it up my back and over my head. I rose up to let him strip it off. He ran his palms over the naked skin, sighed … he was watching my face, now, his eyes intent but half focused, dreamy. “Where’s your bed, man? I can’t stand up much longer.”
“Come on...” I took his arm.
“Wait a minute…” He stopped to shuck off his shoes, kick off his jeans and shorts. He peeled off his tee shirt and tossed it on the floor. “Okay … let’s go.”
He lay back on my bed, nothing left but his white socks. He spread his legs wide, beckoned me to come on … right between his legs. He lay still a while, his eyes closed and his arms behind his head. He moaned softly while I went down deep, slowly encompassing his shaft, to the bottom, slowly backing off… “Awww,” he grunted, pushed up to meet my throat. “That’s so hot, man! Slow down, slow down … I don’t want to nut yet … let me ride!”
He rose up and bent over me, slid his hands down under me and tugged at my belt. “Pull ‘em off, dawg. Get naked for me … I wantta see you all turned on. Show me some skin …”
I stood to undress; he watched then grabbed my ass and pulled me to the bed. He covered me, full length, groin to groin, and ground his cock against mine. His chest was slick, he was sweating. He buried his face in my neck, curled his arm under my neck and pulled me tight. When I reached behind him and cupped his ass I didn’t know if he would let me … he liked it. He opened his thighs, muttered into my neck, “Touch my ass hole … oh, yeah… yeah …” He wriggled away, raised up to look down at my face with a grin. “Don’t stick it in, man! What do you think I am? Just touch it, okay?” And he laughed, lay back down and relaxed as I massaged his ass; let my finger slide over his sensitive, puckered hole. He shivered.
“Damn, that feels good!” He crawled up my body, rose to his knees, and straddled my face. “Now I’m ready, man … get this nut for me… I’m about to pop!”
He leaned back and his face tilted to the ceiling as I sucked him in and began a serious blow job… he pumped forward, pulled back with a gasp. His hands reached under him and found my cock, he held it in a tight fist and let the head slide in his moist crack … he shoved forward again. That did it for him. He paused mid-thrust, groaned and spewed out a hot load in my mouth.
He rolled off me, still breathing hard. He rose to an elbow, looked down at my dick, up at my face. He grinned. “Go ahead, get yours man. Beat it off. I want to see it shoot.” When I hesitated he stroked my balls, slid a finger up my shaft. “Do it, man!”
I grasped it in my fist, stroked it. He was watching, amused and interested but a little detached. I wasn’t sure I could do it, it felt strange, him watching. His face was so close, hovering over mine. I closed my eyes, stroked harder, and lifted my hips.
“Yeah, git it … hit that nut, man!” And I did. I splattered my belly and rose up to see the results. A thick thread of my juice crossed the back of his hand where it lay on my hip. He grinned and wiped it off on the sheet. “Cool.” he smirked, giggled. “Big time cool, man! That was a load!”
He rolled away and curled into a ball, buried his face in his arms and sighed. I pulled the sheet up to cover his legs. He pulled it up to his shoulder and lay still. I guess we dozed.
I got up later and went to the bathroom, took a leak. He followed, leaned on the door jamb. “I need a shower, dawg.” he spoke quiet, a little depressed.
“Sure. Clean towels right there. Help yourself, Fred.”
I left him to it. Got his clothes from the kitchen and brought them to the bathroom. I sponged off my belly and got dressed.
He didn’t smile again until he was about to leave. He kept his face down, remained too quiet. “Look, this was just between us, right? You ain’t gonna tell nobody …?”
“Don’t even have to say it, Fred. You’re not the first straight man I been with. I never tell. I’ll keep it private and maybe you’ll come back to see me sometime … right?”
“Ah, I don’t know man. It’s not my thang … I ain’t into that gay shit. Just I needed the money, you know?”
“Well, when you need the money again, sometime … you won’t forget?”
That’s when he grinned. “Doubt I’ll forget, dawg!”
“Was it hot?” I grinned.
“Nawh, man. It was okay, though. I didn’t mind it much.”
“Straight men! You guys are all the same.”
“Yeah? What you mean?”
“It’s always your first time and it‘s never really hot.”
“Shit! You just fake it till you make it.” Big grin.
“Here. This is for you…” I held out a second twenty.
“Hey, thanks.”
“That’s for faking it so good.”
“Listen. If I need some more money, sometimes?”
“Wait until after I get paid, Fridays, okay?”
“Yeah … look, if this leaves you broke …?” He held out the twenty.
“Thanks. But you keep it. You was worth it.”
“Yeah?” he grinned.
I touched his face. He smiled. Really smiled.
“Yeah.” I told him.
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