City Barbershop of Brooklyn: An Urban Gay Erotica Pentilogy by Calvin Freeman

Author:Calvin Freeman [Freeman, Calvin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00JT2DI04
Published: 2014-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWO

Dishes

I was about to take off my clothes and get ready for bed when the phone rang. It wasn't a number I recognized, but I thought it might be my brother calling from a smuggled cell phone in prison. He did that sometimes, so I answered no matter how often the telemarketers kept after me.

"'Sup," said a bass voice with a rugged quality that made my dick stand on end. I knew it was a sexy man even before I recognized the voice. "This is Obadiah. You should come over, baby. We could... do whatever."

"Oh, hey," I said. "You wanna see me? I wouldn't mind see you, big daddy."

"Yeah, I'm 'bout to put the kid to bed. Just come over and be quiet. Don't wake the kid up. I need some ass, baby." He hung up without waiting for me to say anything. I loved that kind of cocky attitude, so I slipped shoes back on my feet and ran out the door.

Luckily Obadiah only lived one block over. I tiptoed over as though I had to sneak past the whole world rather than just one little boy, and Obadiah met me at the door. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, his bulge visible through the worn crotch fabric.

We walked past the hole-marked walls and stained carpet of his building. He led me to his place, then we quietly slipped inside. News played on the TV, the sound turned almost all the way off. Children's toys were scattered around the floor, a mound of dishes in the sink.

"Sorry about the mess," he whispered. He seemed genuinely embarrassed.

"Daddy-" said a small boy's voice. I turned and saw the kid there in his pajamas, mumbling something half-asleep. Obadiah scooped him up and took him back to his room.

I wanted Obadiah to keep inviting me over, so I went to town on the dishes. He really wanted a female, and I wanted to act like I would if I was really his female. He needed someone to take care of him, to give the place a domestic touch.

"You don't need to do that," he said quietly, coming up behind me and wrapping his strong arms around my chest. He kissed my neck and my ear. I moaned softly.

"Let me help," I said, "I wanna help."

He was about to say something else, but I took his hand in both of mine and placed his long middle finger in my mouth. I pushed my ass back against his crotch. His cock was hot and hard already, pressing against my jeans through his sweatpants.

I turned around and shoved both my hands into the crotch of his sweatpants. His dick and balls were slick with sweat. I slowly kneaded all his flesh with my fingers.

I got down on my knees and pulled his sweatpants down.

"Wait," he said, "I'm gonna bust, baby, you so good. But I wanna get in that ass."

"Baby, come on," I said, "You need someone to take care of you. Lemme suck yo' nut down real good.

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