A DAY OF LOVIN'

By Eagleman

Published on Nov 2, 1998

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A DAY OF LOVIN' by Eagleman

This is a story of two homeboys who get a chance to spend a day together. The usual disclaimers apply. If you're not into sex between males this is not for you.

Comments welcomed: Eagleman_50@hotmail.com

It was one of those New York winters that drive people to Florida for relief. The wind was blowing and the cold had a vise-like grip on the city. Luckily, there was no snow or ice and people were still able to get around. But the cold was still murder and many people wanted to stay inside and wait it out. Kevon was one of those who wanted to wait it out. He hadn't missed school all year, but now he just couldn't take it. The walk to the subway suddenly seemed too long, so he decided to stay home. His alarm had gone off sometime ago but he turned it off and snuggled down in the bed, trying to get back to sleep. He was alone. His mother had gone to work and left him there. She trusted him to do the right thing; after all, he was a good kid, with good grades, and one day out wouldn't be earth- shattering. He was seventeen, a junior and poised to graduate right on time.

Kevon had covered himself with the blankets, the shades were drawn, the room was dark and he was enveloped in the darkness. As he lay in his cocoon his thoughts centered on Rasheem. His thoughts usually centered on Rasheem. He loved him, they loved each other. Kevon's hand traveled down to his cock. It was hard, laying against his stomach and his hand encircled it. His finger reached up to the tip and he felt the pre-cum that was oozing out. He began to smear it around the crown and down the shaft. He thought about Rasheem's body and wished he were laying on top of him, kissing him. He wanted to feel his hard cock pushing against his, bringing him to a point of eruption. From experience they knew how to give each other intense pleasure. Kevon missed Rasheem. He began to remember their first time together.

It had been about a year ago in a winter such as this one. Their coming together had been developing for awhile but suddenly it seemed like it was inevitable - it had to happen. They lived in the same remodeled tenement building in Bed-Sty, Brooklyn. They had played together as kids and grew up together - real close. They dressed like the other homeboys on the block and talked the same talk, but they knew they had something different between them. On that night Rasheem had teased Kevon and they had laughed a lot and felt good about being with each other. They were standing in the hallway, trying to hide from the cold and not succeeding too well when Rasheem suggested they go up to the top floor. They mounted the stairs slowly, talking, teasing, just being friends. There were no tenants on the top floor because the remodeling wasn't finished and the hallways weren't lit. Once they reached the landing Rasheem stepped into the darkness, moved along the corridor into a really dark corner and leaned back against the wall. Kevon followed him, unsure about what was going to happen, but knowing what he wanted to happen. Kevon stood in front of Rasheem, not really being able to see him, but knowing he was there, knowing that his body was right in front of him, waiting for him. Rasheem reached out and pulled Kevon to him and hugged him tightly. He kissed his cheek, his earlobe and then he buried his face in his neck. Kevon's hands encircled Rasheem's neck and he put his tongue into Rasheem's ear. He felt his body against his and realized how much he wanted this.

They had on too many clothes to feel the real essence of their embrace. All the winter garments intruded and kept them from realizing the closeness they wanted. Rasheem pushed his hips out from the wall trying to get closer to Kevon. He did, but he was still too far away. He moved from kissing his neck to his lips. In the dark he found them and began sucking on Kevon's lower lip. He tasted him and then pushed his tongue into Kevon's mouth. Kevon's tongue met his and their tongues grappled in his mouth. In the midst of the cold they were making their own heat. The teenagers kissed and snuggled together for a long time, wishing it was summer so they could feel what they really wanted to feel and do what they had wanted to do for so long.

Rasheem had an idea. He released Kevon and pulled him along the wall to one of the apartment doors. He pushed the door open and they stepped in. Immediately they felt the heat. The pipes had been connected and there was heat coming from the baseboards. It was still dark, but it wasn't cold. Dark was all right, cold wasn't. In the dark Rasheem began to take off his clothes. Since they had reached the landing of the top floor neither had said a word to the other. They just knew this was right, this was what should be happening. Kevon took off his clothes, too. Soon they both stood in the empty dark room, naked and full of desire for each other. This room was on the moonward side of the building. The light from the full moon sliced into the room and brought illumination. As their eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness they began to see each other as they had never done before. It was then that they began to talk.

"Ra', you so fine, nigga, so fine. I been wantin' you for so long."

"No, Kev', you the fine one. You mo' fine than I ever could be."

They met in the middle of the room and Rasheem took Kevon into his arms and kissed him again. It was the same as before but much different. Rasheem felt Kevon's warm body against his; he felt his hard dick pushing against his and he felt his strong arms encircling him. Kevon also knew it was different. He felt Rasheem's hands caressing his mounds of flesh, his buns. He pushed against him and began to grind his cock against Rasheem's. Their tongues had reunited them as their hands explored territory they had never felt before. Their grinding together intensified as their hard black cocks rubbed against each other bringing them toward the release they sought and wanted so badly. Rasheem's hands were cupping Kevon's ass and relishing the smoothness, the firmness of the globes of flesh that were inviting him further. He tried to pull him closer, but that was impossible because they were already locked in a tightness that allowed no vacuum. Kevon felt himself on the verge of a release that was different than anything he had ever felt before. He also knew that Rasheem was experiencing the same thing. Their cocks began to erupt at the same time. Volley after volley of hot semen erupted from their teenaged shafts cannonading across the room in long spurts. Their first passion had been satisfied, the next was pending.

Kevon remembered it as if it had been yesterday. He tightened his grip on his dick and stroked it again. His thoughts drifted back to the room on the top floor - the room of discovery. Suddenly, he was aroused from his reverie by a knock on his apartment door. 'Who could that be,' he wondered. He eased out of his coccoon, pulled on a pair of sweats and ran to the door.

"Who's there?" he called from inside, rather annoyed.

"Ra, man, Ra!" Kevon smiled and took off his sweats, he wouldn't need them now. He opened the door and stood looking at the most important person in his life - his homeboy lover.

"Yo, you made your own holiday?" Ra stepped in and closed the door. He looked at Kevon and smiled. "Fine! You one fine nigga, bro."

"No, Ra. You the fine one." Kevon moved into Rasheem's arms and felt his strong arms encircle him.

The contrast between these two teenagers couldn't be greater. Although Rasheem was an inch taller than Kevon, they seemed to be the same height because Kevon was thin. Rasheem was built, bulked up from lifting weights, exercising and playing football. His body was powerful. His pecs stood out at least an inch above his flat stomach and his arms and legs were heavily muscled. He was handsome, dark and handsome with thick black eyebrows and a symmetrical face that had a constant smile. His powerful torso conveyed the impression of ruthless strength but he was gentle, loving and affectionate. Rasheem's complexion is best described as 'coffee, no milk.' Kevon, on the other hand, is 'coffee, light.' He is tall but thin, not skinny, but without any extra weight. His pecs are developed but they don't stand out too far. He has broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long, muscular legs. Kevon is a track man and his legs demonstrate it. He has straight black hair that he wears in braids, a long narrow face and light brown eyes. Rasheem can never get over the hair on Kevon's body - it's everywhere.

Kevon was nude in Rasheem's arms and he felt his hands roaming his body in anticipation of what was to come. This was what he wanted, what he craved, what he needed. He was glad he had stayed home and Rasheem had found him. This was going to be a day for loving and being loved. Rasheem's arms tightened their grip on him and he kissed his neck and his ears.

"How'd you know I was here?" Kevon whispered as if someone would hear them.

"You didn't make second period and I checked the list. Where else could you be? Here, waiting for me." Rasheem smiled and looked at Kevon.

"Pretty sure of yourself aren't you, bro?"

"Yep. Who else but me, nigga?" Rasheem's grip tightened.

"Nobody, Ra, nobody. I love you." Kevon squeezed himself in tighter and lay his head on Rasheem's shoulder.

"God, Kev' you so fine, I love you so much." Rasheem ran his hand along Kevon's braided hair. Then, he gripped his head in both hands and pulled his face towards his. Their lips met and their tongues began to dance in Kevon's mouth. They just stood there in Kevon's kitchen kissing and caressing and loving each other. They were shut in from the fierce winter and enjoying the warmth of their love together. Kevon broke the kiss, took Rasheem by the hand and led him into his bedroom. He closed and locked the door and lay down on his back on the bed. Kevon lifted his legs, pulled his knees back to his chest and locked his arms around the crook of his legs, hoisting his beautifully shaped ass into the air. He was ready. Rasheem was getting ready. He took off his clothes without taking his eyes off Kevon. They knew each other's need and were anxious to meet those needs with everything they had. For Rasheem, this was about Kevon; for Kevon, this was about Rasheem.

Rasheem knew where the lube was. He got it, applied it to his long dick and then got between Kevon's legs and applied some to his manhole. They were ready.

"Yo, you the finest nigga in the Big Apple, bro." Rasheem grinned as he looked deep into Kevon's brown eyes.

"I told you, bro, you the one. You so fine I don't stand a chance." Kevon laughed and blew Rasheem a kiss.

Rasheem bent over and positioned his cock on Kevon's little brown spot. He had done this so many times he could do it in the dark as he did the first time. But he liked watching his long black rod disappear into this little hole. He pushed and saw his dickhead break into Kevon's body. Kevon stiffened with the onslaught and then pushed back to engulf this dick. Rasheem continued pushing in and watched as each of his many inches disappeared into Kevon's tight tunnel. He couldn't believe how tight and hot it was each time. His dick was swallowed by this smooth, hot passageway. He felt Kevon's ass muscles gripping and releasing his cock as he began plowing into him. He also felt the hairs around Kevon's hole as he established the rhythm of fucking. They knew how to do this from so many times before. It didn't matter who was giving and who was receiving, they knew how to bond together to make each experience one of absolute pleasure.

Rasheem raised up off Kevon's body and positioned himself to give a power fuck. He braced his legs and his feet on the bed so that he was in the best posture to plow deep and hard. Kevon raised his ass to receive each thrust and continued working his ass muscles on the long black prong which was reaching deep into his body. Time had no meaning for these two teenagers in the dark room on the cold winter day. They were alone in their own world doing what meant the most to them. Rasheem humped Kevon for a long time. His rock hard pecker slammed into his lover with a powerful force that brought grunts of pleasure and joy from him. Kevon always made a lot of noise while being fucked. He couldn't help it. He didn't say anything, he just moaned, grunted and sighed. Rasheem loved to hear him - it meant he was giving him what he wanted. He plowed and listened. He heard the wind blowing fiercely outside; but he was sheltered inside with the sound of Kevon's moaning, their bodies slamming and the bed bouncing.

"This is 'cause you so fine, Kev, so fine."

"Shit, Ra, I love you, you fine black stud. Oh yeahhhh."

"You like this dick, Kev? Is it what you want?"

"You know it! Fuck me, Ra, fuck me with your fine self." It wasn't long before Kevon could feel his dick hardening against his stomach. He knew that meant he was about to cum. He also felt Rasheem's grunts get deeper and his thrust becoming more intense. They were going to nut together.

They did. Rasheem's powerful dick exploded in Kevon's hot channel filling it with his teenage cum. His jism gushed out in torrents within his lover, bathing the walls of his ass and easing out onto the bed. At the same time Kevon's long dick erupted with white lava. It spewed into Kevon's face and ran down his chin joining with the other semen that had spurted onto his chest.

They cleaned themselves off, pulled the covers up and covered their naked bodies. The wind was still howling outside but the two homeboys were wrapped tightly together. Kevon's head was on Rasheem's chest. Rasheem was playing with the bush around Kevon's dick. He loved to run his fingers through his silky pubic hairs. Every so often he would reach down and enclasp Kevon's long dick. He was hard and Rasheem knew he was ready. He loved being loved by Kevon and wanted this moment to last forever.

Rasheem turned over onto his stomach and offered his round, firm globes to Kevon. Kevon got between Rasheem's legs and in the darkness of the blanket cocoon he began to caress Rasheem's ass. He felt the big melon buns and squeezed them in his hands. He spread the cheeks and put his face within the valley that separated them and sniffed. He knew Rasheem's musky smell and delighted in it. He knew others would think this gross but this was Rasheem, his lover, he wanted to know all of him. In the dark he used his finger to find the hole and then positioned his prick at the opening his finger had pointed out. He pushed in and in one stroke hit bottom. Rasheem groaned and then he lifted his ass to push back against Kevon and get all he had to offer.

Since Kevon had already come he was under no pressure and he took his time. He plowed steadily and relentlessly, pistoning into Rasheem's beautifully shaped, hot ass. He slammed against the rounded jutting out globes and reached deep into his lover. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in again. Rasheem lifted his ass in rhythm with Kevon and used his ass muscles to grasp and release Kevon's long rod. The clock ticked away and their bodies continued to pull and push against each other. Kevon rode Rasheem on his journey to ecstasy. His big dick was taking them together to a place they had been before but was always new and different. They were flowing in perfect unity as their bodies gave and received the pleasure they craved. Kevon lifted himself off Rasheem's body and pulled his dick out of his grasping ass. He turned him over, lifted his legs and then, in the dark, plunged back in. Now he began loving Rasheem's face - he kissed him everywhere and began whispering to him.

"Fine nigga, bro. Real fine. Fine big ass. Fine big dick. Fine black skin. Yo, you fine. I love you." No beat was missed and the rhythm wasn't changed

"Yo, Kev, fuck me, bro. Fuck with your fine brown dick. You doin' it right, nigga, real fine." Rasheem's hands were caressing Kevon's ass pulling him into him. Not that he needed it, he was plowing deep without any help. He liked the feel of Rasheem's hands on his ass, though. He knew what else was coming, too. Rasheem reached around and into the crack of Kevon's hairy valley and found his shithole. He stuck a finger in and began finger fucking in rhythm to the dick fucking he was getting. This was the icing on the cake. Kevon couldn't take it any longer. He cried out and began spurting his stuff into Rasheem's well fucked channel. He unloaded gobs of cum into his lover and felt Rasheem's dick twitch under him and then erupt in torrents.

They were still under the blankets in the dark cocoon of Kevon's bed. The wind was still howling outside and the cold still gripped the city. But two teenaged boys in Brooklyn still had erections, were still in each other's arms and were getting ready to do what they had already done.

"Yo, you finer than Tyson and Denzel together. You in a class by yourself, nigga." Rasheem was cradling Kevon's head in his arms, rubbing his hand through his braided hair. His other hand was still playing in the silky hair around his dick. Kevon was tweaking Rasheem's nipples and easing his hand up and down his hard shaft.

"I ain't shit compared to you, bro. I told you, you the finest in the land." Kevon chuckled, then reached up and kissed Rasheem.

"I want you standing up, man. I gotta have it again. You too fine, Kev, too fine. I love you so much, so much." Rasheem moaned into Kevon's head and began easing off the bed.

Kevon knew what Rasheem wanted and he got ready to give it to him. He got out of the bed, flipped on the light and stood in front of the mirror. He bent over and pulled his asscheeks apart. Rasheem stepped behind him, aimed his lubed cock at the sweet hole and pushed in. It only took one push and he was all the way in. Kevon pulled himself up and Rasheem encircled him with his arms. They watched themselves in the mirror as Rasheem began pumping into Kevon. They had done this before, too, and enjoyed being voyeurs. Rasheem's hands played with Kevon's nipples and his dick. He messed around in his pubic hairs and caressed his upper body. Then he began to stroke Kevon's dick in rhythm with his stroking into his ass. Together they built up to another ejaculation and when it came they held each other tightly and cried out in the joy of their eruption.

Kevon turned out the light and they got back in bed. This time Rasheem lay on his side with Kevon flush up against him, his big dick pushing at his asscrack. He lifted his leg onto Kevon's and felt Kevon's big dick being pushed into the dark valley between the beautiful mounds. Rasheem reached around to guide it to the right place. It was rock hard and he had no trouble lining it up with his hot hole. Kevon eased into this waiting tunnel - the place he had been so many times before, but never got tired of visiting. Once in, he reached around and held Rasheem close to him. They just lay there, not moving, not talking, not doing anything but being joined together by a long, brown cock.

"I wish I was as fine as you, bro. You win the prize for fine, nigga. First prize!" Kevon grinned in the dark.

"You da bomb, bro. I love you more than words, Kev." Rasheem reached back and ran his hand along Kevon's braids. Kevon's head was on Rasheem's shoulder, his dick deep inside his warm tunnel. Gradually they fell asleep, ignoring the cold and the wind. They were safe in their warm cocoon with each other. They would wake up after awhile with Kevon's hard dick poised for action and then they would start all over again. It was going to be a day of loving for some fine homeboys.

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