I'm sure that every once in a while, you run into a person and look at them like "damn". One automatically begins to assume by looking at them that they can put it down in the bed. Then you become bold enough to approach them and proposition them for an encounter. Surprisingly they say yes and you exchange contact information and look forward to the night ahead. You prep and primp yourself so you can make it a night to remember, even if it is just a hook up. When the time finally comes and he meets you at your place, there are a million thoughts running through your head, the main being, "This shit is about to be good." This is exactly how I felt when I ran into this guy named "KC" at a basketball game. I was definitely in for a surprise, and not in a good way.
June, 25, 2003, I was off from work that day and my cousin was in this summer basketball league and had a game that evening. I decided to go to the game being that I didn’t have anything else to do that day. I was still feeling like I was on top of the world and I had just purchased a new outfit keeping in mind this was around the time that Gap was still in. I admit I was going to see my cousin play but I was really going there to scope the boys. So I prepped and primped and prepared to make this hour drive to Doyline, Louisiana. My grandmother was kind enough to let me use her car while she was at work. As I was driving, my thoughts began to drift off to a few of my past experiences, Dae, Walt, and all the others. I must have been in a serious trance because before I knew it, I was finding a parking spot. I got out and walked into the gym and paid the $5 admission. I walked past the concession stand heading towards the gym so I could find a seat. It was a damn circus. There were so many people that I had a hard time finding a seat. Looking on to the court, I saw boys from all over north Louisiana, doing lay ups, warming up and stretching. I had to admit there were some fine young boys out there but I had it in my head that they were too young for me so I turned my focus back to the task at hand, finding a seat. It took me awhile but I finally found one. I wound up sitting next to this sexy looking caramel skinned guy. He was a little on the short side but he was muscular as hell. He was about 5'7", short locks and looking at his arms, once could come to the conclusion that he was heavily tattooed. I quickly took my seat because just from looking at him, I felt myself getting a little aroused. A few seconds later, there was a loud buzz and the announcement over the loud speaker indicated that the first game was about to begin.
My cousin was playing in the first game and needless to say, I really wasn't into basketball very much but I did like seeing my cousin play. He was already playing varsity and was only in junior high. The game commenced and from the first shot that was made, it was already getting live. I was surprised that I was even into as much as I was. The game continued on and before I knew it, halftime was already starting. I got up to go to the concession stand because I was parched and needed something to drink. As I was rising, I bumped into the guy that I was sitting next to. He looked up at me and gave me a look like he was about to get buck. I quickly said excuse me and walked speedily down the bleachers. As I was walking, I felt the feeling of ice between my shoulder blades, that feeling I always get when I know someone is staring at me. I slightly glanced over my shoulder and they guy I was sitting beside was hot on my tail. In my head, I’m starting to panic because I didn’t know what to expect. I made it to the concession stand and he got in the line right beside me. As I was waiting, he looked and me and said “Wassup dude?” I just looked over at him and nodded my head. He then asked me where I was from. I told him Simsboro and he replied, "Oh damn, you in the woods." I gave a small chuckle and replied yes. We started making small talk while waiting in line and that’s when it hit me, this dude was trying to make conversation with me. I kind of smiled on the inside. I finally made it to the beginning of the line and ordered my favorite soda at the time, cherry 7up. I began to head back to the gym but then I heard the guy say, "Hold up cuz, wait on me." Now anybody around us probably would have come to the assumption that he and I already knew each other but that clearly wasn't the case. My thoughts were that he wanted to give the impression that we did know each other so he wouldn't seem suspect, but at that point, I had already knew something was afoot. I waited and we walked back to our seat just before the second half of the game began. We made a little more small talk and he asked me who I was there to see. I told him I was there to see my cousin. His next reply caught me off guard. He said, "You sure you aren't here to see me?" I almost choked on my soda. I looked at him, eyes bucked out and he just laughed. Of course by this time I had learned that his name was KC. We continued to watch more of the game and I have to admit, my cousin was doing his thang out there on the court. The crowd was going crazy and making the usual threats towards the referees for making unfair calls. Throughout the entire second half, I noticed that KC kept stealing glances from time to time. I just acted like I wasn't paying attention although he did have my complete attention. A time out was called during the game and that's when he asked me what was I doing after the game? I told him nothing, that I was probably going to go back home. That's when he said I should come over by his place to chill and smoke. Now I had never smoked before but at that time, I was like, what the hell. The game started back and continued with 3 minutes left on the clock, and those last three minutes were intense for the crowd and the players, the score was neck and neck with my cousin’s team up by 3 points. As the clocked rolled down to 30 seconds left, they were tied and my cousin's team had the ball. Of course they used the strategy of running down the clock until they felt they could make that one last shot to win the game. The ball was passed to my cousin with 7 seconds on the clock. I already knew that he was going to make this 3 pointer and at the sound of the buzzer, you heard the swish of the net. The crowd went wild, and I even jumped up shouting. I got up and everyone was on the court and grabbed my cousin, hugged and congratulated him. At that point it was about 7:30pm. When I was done with my cousin, I turned around and KC was standing right there smiling. He asked was I ready to go and I was like yeah. We walked out the gym and he followed me to the car and said to wait right there and he would pull around so I could follow him. When he pulled around, I put the car in gear and trailed behind him.
I followed him for about 10 minutes and before I knew it, we were pulling into the housing complex, a nice way of saying the projects. I parked beside him and we got out and went into this apartment. It was fairly decent inside. He told me to have a seat and I did so. He asked if I wanted something to drink. I said yea and he brought me a glass of cherry kool aid, straight hood. We began to talk some more and I saw him pull out a cigar and a small bag of marijuana. I watched as he split the cigar open and began to fill it with the dime sack he had. He then lit it up and took two puffs and passed it. I had never smoked before so I didn’t know anything about the technique of smoking. So I just puffed and blew smoke, at least that's just what it looked like everyone was doing. At that time I didn’t know you were supposed to inhale. I continued to take puffs and then I passed it back to him. He asked me a few more questions like, how old I was and other general things just to pass the time I assume. That icy feeling came back and when I turned and looked at him, his eyes were bloodshot red and he had this look on his face that clearly said I'm waiting on you. I felt my body tremble just a little bit. I asked him where the bathroom was and told me down the hall. I went in and took a piss then washed my hands. I then looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself, “What the hell am I doing, I don’t even know this dude, he could be a killer or something.” For some reason, that made it even more exciting. I composed myself and when I opened the door, KC was standing there with his shirt off. For him to be so short, his chest was big and firm looking as hell. My assumption was right and he was covered in tattoos. My mouth dropped and before I knew it, I was being lifted up and carried to a bedroom. KC threw me on the bed and turned me over on my stomach. In my head I’m thinking, "This nigga don't play, I know I'm about to get the business." He lifted my shirt and yanked my pants down with a swiftness. I then heard him say, "Damn shawty, you got a pretty booty." I giggled a little bit because it sounded a bit elementary that he said booty. The giggle was quickly replaced by a moan because I all of a sudden felt wet lips kissing my ass cheeks. He was very good at teasing with is tongue. I time licked or kiss my ass cheeks, I let out a moan. I then felt both hands on my ass cheeks and he spread my buns and inserted his tongue deep in my love box. I tried to get away because that shit felt so good. He held on tight and kept licking. All of a sudden I yelled, not moaned, but yelled, "Yes Daddy!!!" He licked the spot between my asshole and my balls and that was one of the best feelings. Knowing he had found that spot, he continued to work around that area. I had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming it felt so good. I felt spit begin to run down my legs and I knew this dude had my ass ready for plunging, but first, I had to inspect that dick and see what it was about. I moved his hands and turned over. He looked at me and I made a motion with my eyes for him to pull them pants down. He understood and when he pulled that dick out, I realized that’s where his remaining inches from his height had gone. He was already rock hard and it was the biggest, thickest caramel, cut caramel bar I had ever seen. I quickly got to my knees because I couldn’t wait to get my mouth around it, but I wasn’t able to. What happened next threw me for a loop. When I got to my knees, I had barely wrapped my hands around it before I felt squirt after squirt after squirt of nut shooting in my face. It took a few seconds to register what had just happened. This nigga was shaking and my face was covered in nut. I could not believe that I didn't even get to feel the dick, let alone put my mouth on it. When he bounced back from his reverie, I looked at him and he looked at me and smiled. Without a word, I got up, went to the bathroom, wiped my face off, and politely walked out.
I got in the car, started it up and sped off. I was pissed. Yes the volume of ejaculate he spewed was hot as hell and could have filled an 8 ounce glass but the fact that all I did was touch it and he nutted uncontrollably pissed me off even more. I had a pouty look on my face all the way home. I was so over that night, I didn't even jack my dick when I got home. It was then that I realized that all experiences were not going to be the best.
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