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... that we both had our hands on our cocks. "I mean they were big then, bigger than us. But Jesus, not like this . . ." I pictured it in my mind, remembering the light in the stairwell, and look Kyle gets when he pulls his thing out. So proud . . . I started to rub myself, and then stopped suddenly. There was a knock on the door. My father and I came back to reality, and looked at each other. We knew what it meant. The two of them were back. They wanted more. ** The time I remember most vividly was about six weeks after that. It was late May. Our apartment windows are open against the heat, and the noises from outside fill the air: Boom boxes and shouts, a burglar alarm that rings unheeded, far away. I'm sitting on the couch watching Kyle and his friends work Dad over. They're standing around his recliner. One of the boys is the one I did in the stairwell with Kyle - I'd seen him a few times since then, enough to know his name: Reed. The other kid is older than Kyle or Reed. He's a tall, dark brown kid who looked to be about sixteen. Lionel was his name, he had a short, close cropped Afro, and he had gold all over him: a half dozen thick chains around his neck, a bracelet on his wrist with "Badass" in big, block letters, and a couple of rings on each hand, rings with short, sharp spikes designed to cut skin in a fight. He had wide shoulders and a lean, hard belly, and there were tattoos running down both of his arms. I liked that boy. The three of them were having a wild time. ...

... Lionel was a coke dealer; I'd seen him around the neighborhood leaning against his white Lincoln Continental, and Kyle and Reed had taken him up to our place to score some free coke, and get in good with him. Now the three of them stood around my father with their backs to me. Dad had the recliner in the upright position, so he could lean forward and take turns sucking off each of the boys. God it was beautiful! So hot to see those young black boys. >From the couch I could see their shiny black asses bump and shake as Dad went down on them. I loved the electricity of this, the smell of rank, dirty sex that seemed to rise off their bodies. I loved the sound of them, their laughter, the wild animal looks that shot out from their eyes. And most of all I loved what was happening to me. I was naked on the couch, naked and snuggled up to Ken. He had his long arms around me, I rested my hand on his thigh, and I traced tiny circles there with the tips of my fingers, keeping him excited because I loved that huge, black Johnson of his. I was his now. When the three boys first came into the apartment, they looked at me, their eyes streaked across my body. Me, Dad and Ken watched them do the coke, and when they were done, Reed started for me. Ken stopped him dead in his tracks. "This one's mine," he said, and that was the end of it. He was like that all the time, now. He'd taken a special liking to me, and no one, not even Kyle, touched me anymore. And that was fine, just fine with me. ...