“Ah-ight,” Chulito said as they disappeared behind the bedroom door.
Chulito looked around Kaz’s living room. Most of the furniture was custom made and even the television and remote where white. Money was no o anney wasbject for Kamikaze. One day he hoped to have a place like this.
The couch’s imported white Italian leather was soft as suede and Chulito sank deeper into it. They’d sat on those couches for hours watching TV, getting high and had fallen asleep a bunch of times without pulling out the bed. He started to drift off when he heard Yolanda moaning and Kamikaze growling, “Yeah, mama.” His heart was slowly climbing up his throat. Everything felt moist, his brow, his palms, the crack of his ass. He got up and walked slowly toward the door to leave the apartment. As he reached for the doorknob Kamikaze yelled, “Yo, Chulito!”
His stomach gurgled and he went into the bedroom. The air was thick and he could smell sweat. Kamikaze and Yolanda were in his round white bed under a thin sheet. Yolanda sat up. “Come here, you cute motherfucker. You are so beautiful, Chulito.”
He moved to the bed as if he were sleepwalking.
She grabbed his belt, undid it, and his loose pants dropped to his ankles. Chulito felt his dick shrinking into his body.
Kamikaze said, “Yo, relax Chulito. You look like you gonna shit your pants.”
The sound of his voice reminded Chulito that Kamikaze was there on the bed, behind Yolanda. Excitement got added to his nervousness.
Yolanda pulled down his boxer shorts and he felt generations of Catholic shame wash over him.
Kamikaze appeared at her shoulder, kissed it softly and slowly and didn’t make eye contact with Chulito. As Yolanda stroked Chulito, he watched Kamikaze’s thick rough hand caressing her large smooth hip. Then Kamikaze looked at Chulito, raised his two thick eyebrows and smiled —all teeth framed by thick lips. The warm air of a nearby fan tickled Chulito’s pubic hairs and his dick awakened.
“Ah, good, he’s finally starting to grow, look,” she said.
“I don’t want to look at his shit!” Kamikaze buried his face in Yolanda’s hair.
“C’mon on, papito,” she said coaxinxg Chulito to join them on the bed. “Move back, Kamikaze.”
Chulito took off his shirt, kicked off his sneakers, stepped out of his pants and boxers and got into the bed beside her.
justifyan>She told him to lie on his side and she faced him. With a determined look in her eye, she reached down, grabbed his dick, slipped on a sticky condom and slipped him inside her. He instinctively began moving his hips in and out. It was warm and wet and their genitals made a slick, slippery sound.
“Very nice, Chulito. Keep moving, papito.” She pulled him closer to her. As Chulito put his arm around Yolanda, his hand brushed Kamikaze’s chest and he quivered.
Chulito and Yolanda developed a rhythm. His sweat dripped down his face, neck and chest, but it felt as if someone were pouring seltzer water all over his body and the tiny bubbles were bursting and tickling his skin. He held onto Yolanda’s hips. To his surprise he liked almost pulling all the way out of her and then shoving his hips forward into her while pulling her toward him. Each long deliberate stroke brought him higher. He felt as if he would float to the ceiling still attached to her. His head bobbed back and forth and he grunted with each thrust. Kamikaze watched. “Look at chu, Chulito. You don’t need me here. I’m bouncin’.”
Yolanda stopped him. “You and your dick ain’t going nowhere.”
“Ah-ight, but I’m not just gonna watch,” Kamikaze challenged. “I’m all horny and shit.”
So they made a Yolanda sandwich. Chulito continued to pump deeply from the front while Kaz kissed the back of her neck and squirmed against her ass. Kamikaze then lifted Yolanda’s leg and Chulito felt Kamikaze’s cock poking at her pussy too, then it slipped and nudged his balls. Chulito shuddered, but kept pumping. Kamikaze persisted until Chulito felt it. Kaz’s cock pushed inside Yolanda, rubbing the underside of his own dick as it slid inside. They all sighed simultaneously. Chulito breathed in small gasps and felt like he was going to pass out from the sensation of Kamikaze’s hardness gliding against his dick. He pressed his face into Yolanda’s breasts to keep from popping.
“You’re a fucking freak, Kaz. Open me up, motherfuckers.” Yolanda bit the top of Chulito’s head.
Her voice was distant, as if she were in the next room. Chulito thought his body was going to explode all over the place. He thrust himself faster, imagining what their dicks looked like wrapped together insider her. He released one hand from Yolanda and reached to hold onto Kamikaze, who pushed his hand off and pulled out. The quick retraction brought Chulito to the edge. Kamikaze whispered, “Can we try the position I like before I bust my nut?”
Yolanda turned to look him in the eye. “Only because you gonna pay extra…and I like that position, too.”
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Chulito and Kamikaze were facing each other. It was wild for him to see Kamikaze naked, sweaty and holding his big, hard, shiny dick. Kaz was thick and long. Chulito had never seen a dick like that in gym class. He wondered how he measured up for Yolanda after having a dick that size inside her.
Kamikaze jerked his cock while Yolanda lapped his swollen nuts and slurped each ball in her mouth. Chulito felt his orgasm rising and shut his eyes, because the image of Kamikaze jerking off was bringing him there. That vision burned on his brain along with the memory of Kamikaze’s stiff prick pressing against his.
Kamikaze’s deep low moans grew louder. When Chulito looked he saw Kamikaze’s eyes rolling back into his head as he murmured, “I’m coming, mama.”
The first shot hit Chulito right below the chin and the second shot hit him between his nipples. The rest landed on Yolanda’s round breasts and soft belly.
Chulito was buzzing. He wiped his chin and continued to hump, but held out for Yolanda. He felt like she was close by the way she shoved her hips into him. She looked at Kamikaze’s dick and flicked her tongue in its direction. His dick had become softer, but didn’t shrink like Chulito knew his would after he came. Yolanda’s arms scooped underneath Kamikaze’s legs and her nails gripped his thighs. “Don’t just sit there,” she said to Kamikaze. “Play with my tetas! Kiss them! Kiss me!” Kamikaze obeyed by smearing his cum around her dark brown nipples and squeezing their tips. He then wiped one clear and sucked it. She trembled and let out a series of short breaths combined with high yelps. Kamikaze sat up to watch Yolanda come while he cupped her breasts with his hand and rubbed the nipples with his thumb. She shouted a litany of curses in Spanish, “Carajo, coño, puñetaaaa,” and let out a gasp that made her deflate to almost half her size. Then she looked up at Chulito, smiled and nodded. “You worked me, you cute fuck.” She continued to move her hips in slow small circles. Then she reached up and wrapped her manicured hand around Kamikaze’s soft cock. When she squeezed it, Chulito saw a white pearl of cum ooze out of his slit. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at Kamikaze’s dick so he quickly diverted his stare from it to Yolanda’s eyes.
Chulito was about to pass out from holding back his orgasm, so he pumped harder and boom! His entire body convulsed like the Pentecostals he spied on in the churches on Manida Street. He wondered if getting the spirit felt the same way. His knees gave and he toppled onto Yolanda slick with sweat and Kamikaze’s cum. When Chulito opened his eyes, Kamikaze dick was inches from his face and Kaz was smiling. Chulito smiled back, pulled himself out of Yolanda and slipped beside her on the bed. The condom drooped with the weight of his cum and Chulito’s dick began to shrink. Yolanda pressed her lips to Chulito’s mouth and he smelled the musk from Kamikaze’s balls all over her lips. When he pushed his t Hipushed ongue in her mouth, it was coated with the taste of Kamikaze. He kissed her hungrily, licking the roof her mouth and the insides of her cheeks. One of Kamikaze’s wiry pubic hairs got transferred into his mouth. He pushed it under his tongue and held it there.
Kamikaze laughed. “You ain’t no virgin no more, little nig
ga.” He wiped some of his own cum off his hand then raised it up. Chulito licked Yolanda’s lips one last time, then leaned on one elbow and slapped Kamikaze high-five with his cleaner hand and their fingers laced together. “You did it, Chulito. I was a witness. Hey, Yolanda, we just birthed a sex son.”
She sat up and pushed her curly locks away from her face, “Ay, what the fuck are you talking about? Mira, get out of my way so I can clean up. That was good Chulito, but this don’t make you a man or nothin’. It takes a lot more to be a man than just fucking a woman.” Then she got up and went to the bathroom.
Kamikaze laughed and fell back on his bed. Chulito loved how Kamikaze was comfortable being naked. He started getting hard again, so he reached for a small towel by the side of the bed and wiped himself.
“You missed a spot.” Kaz pointed to the glob of cum that had landed on Chulito’s chest. “Sorry about that, bro, but having my bolas sucked drives me wild. You should have it done some time and see what I mean.” Chulito rolled the hair around the inside of his mouth and imagined rolling his tongue around Kamikaze’s balls.
Kamikaze wiped his hands with another towel, flipped Chulito with it, then tossed it on the floor. “Wanna smoke?”
“Sure.”
He lit a joint and danced around the room, “Chulito ain’t no virgin no more.”
Chulito smiled at the memory of his first time and heard Kamikaze in the shower. He watched steam escape out the door and dissipate as it hit the dry air in the room. The ceiling fan caused some of it to swirl around the apartment filling it with the sweet, fresh scent of the minty liquid soap Kamikaze loved. He imagined the light lather all over Kamikaze’s body, small bubbles sliding down his legs with the hair all matted down and sleek. With his eyes closed he could see Kamikaze soaping up his crotch and the foam mounting as he rubbed it in.
Chulito shook his head to clear it, then called his mom and assured her that everything was O.K. He apologized for not coming home and in order to calm her down, he made a list of promises to her like he would get his GED, would call her in the future no matter what, and he wouldn’t get any girls pregnant.
There was a mounting pressure growing in Chulito’s bladder. He tried to hold out until Kamikaze finished taking a shower because it was difficult peeing with a hard-on. He’d decided to go to the kitchen, stand a foot or two away from the sink and pee like an erect fountain boy when Kaz’s cell started ringing with Fabolous’s “Keepin’ it Gangsta.” The phone was clipped to the pants hanging on the bathroom door handle.
“Yo, Chuly-chu, get me my phone!”
Chulito scurried to the bathroom, unclipped the phone, entered the steamy room and handed the phone to Kamikaze. “Yo, I gotta take a leak.”
“Ain’t nobody stopping you.” Kamikaze kept his head out of the shower to keep the phone from getting wet.
Chulito pulled down his boxer briefs, sat on the bowl and pushed his erection down to pee into it. Chulito felt every muscle in his body relax as the urine flowed out of him, while Kamikaze talked with one of the suppliers who had a stash ready for disbursement.
“See you at three.” Kamikaze ended his conversation and handed the phone to Chulito. “Should I leave the water on?”
“O.K.,” Chulito responded. Kamikaze slid the curtain open, stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried himself.
Seeing Chulito sitting on the bowl he reacted. “Fo! You taking a shit? I thought you said you had to pee, nigga.”
“I am peeing, it’s just…”
“Oh, I see. I guess things are back in working order down there. Maybe you should give Veronica a call now.” Kamikaze pumped his hips. “We could do her like we did Yolanda back in the day.”
“Bet.” Chulito finished peeing, but sat pressing down on his erection waiting for Kamikaze to leave the bathroom.
“I gotta go see Hank at three for a pick up, you comin’?”
“Yeah.” Chulito stayed seated on the toilet. “But I gotta go home first, O.K? Show my face.”
Kamikaze dried his hair with a towel then wrapped it around his waist. He went over to the mirror, wiped off steam and put shaving cream on his face. Chulito realized that Kamikaze was not leaving the bathroom any tspathroom ime soon so he got into the shower quickly.
Seeing Chulito’s erection bounce, Kamikaze said, “Don’t be taking a long shower and shit. It’s already after eleven o’clock and if you want to come with me we gotta eat and stop by your house before heading up to Hank’s in Connecticut.”
Chulito tried to ignore his erection as he washed himself, but the memory of the Yolanda incident and seeing Kamikaze naked again had him horned out. He squeezed his cock and felt a rush through his body accompanied by guilt. Kamikaze continued to talk and shave.
Chulito washed his underarms, bolas, ass crack, and feet. Then he gave his dick a few strokes and jerked off as quietly as possible. It could be fast, he thought. The sink water went off. Good, Chulito thought, Kamikaze would leave the bathroom and he could just finish the job. Then the hair blower come on. Chulito continued to stroke himself and circle his nipple with his thumb sending waves of pleasure up and down his body. The intensity built quickly in his balls. He held his breath as the first stream of cum shot out of him. Kamikaze turned off the blower. For the second and a third squirt he was was silent, but by the fourth shot a short gasp escaped from him and he continued to tremble.
“Did you just come, nigga?” Kamikaze asked matter-of-factly. “You better make sure none of that shit sticks to the tub when you’re done, and hurry up ‘cause we gotta go, or I’m gonna leave ya ass.”
Chulito stood in the warm shower, his knees weak. He never thought that he would do something like that, and Kamikaze treated it like no big deal. Nothing was too weird for him. It was one of the things that made Kamikaze different from any of the guys in the neighborhood. Chulito loved that about him.
chapter four
Chulito watched as a warm, powerful blast of wind shoved Carlos around the corner of Garrison and Hunts Point Avenues. Chulito’s heart shifted into high gear, as it always did, when he saw Carlos suddenly appear half a block away. Outwardly, Chulito stayed nonchalant, as if he had been leaning on the car in front of their building by chance, but he had been there hoping to run into Carlos.
A week had passed since the party posse, and Carlos was like a phantom walking by without making eye contact, as if Chulito, or anyone else on the block, didn’t exist.
Now, as Carlos came closer, Chulito’s pulse quickened. Carlos’ shopping bags swung out of control, his hair flew wildly obscuring his face, shorts flapped around his legs and his loose shirt ballooned all around him occasionally revealing a small line of smooth skin on his stomach. It was like Mother Natureth= wanted to see Carlos naked and was threatening to blow off his clothes.
Since the fellas weren’t on the corner and it was too early for many people to be around, Chulito decided to not let Carlos just walk past. He distracted him from his struggle with a loud, “Yo!”
Carlos looked at Chulito leaning on the car.
“Hey, Carlos, how you been?” Chulito braced himself for Carlos’ tirade.
Instead, Carlos ignored him and continued to walk into their
building.
“Hol’ up, Carlos, please?” Chulito checked to see who was
around then stood up. “I called and texted you a couple of times to
apologize.”
“Hey, Chulito, they still call you that, right? They haven’t
changed your name to Thug or Nigga?”
“Nah, it’s still Chulito.”
“What’s with the braids? Your curly hair is too soft? Looking
for new ways to look gangsta?”
Chulito patted his head. “I had them done this morning. All the
cool reggaetoneros are sportin’ them. You know I like to keep up.
What do you think?” Chulito winked.
Carlos shrugged. “What do you want?”
Chuli
to looked away. He’d wanted to talk to Carlos, but now
that he had his attention he didn’t know what to say. “Can we go
talk privately?”
“No. If you have anything to say, say it now. Here.” Carlos
stood still, but the wind continued to animate his clothes and hair.
“Well?’
Chulito looked away from Carlos. “I’m sorry about not keeping
our plans that—”
Carlos interrupted him. “You already apologized. I got your
texts and your phone calls. Consider them sufficient.”
Chulito’s palm sweated. He wanted to say that he wished they
could rewind and go back to the phone calls they were having. He
wanted to say how excited he was anticipating Carlos’ return. He
wanted to go up to Ca>
Carlos put down one shopping bag and pushed his hair out of
his face. Chulito realized that this was the first time in over a year
that he was seeing Carlos’ face up close and it was all eyes like
Japanese animation characters. A lock of hair was caught on one
of his eyelashes and it reminded him of the morning Carlos was
leaving for college.
Carlos was outside, on the very spot where they both now
stood, with his maletas, boxes and shopping bags. Clara, the
marimacho who always wore plaid shirts and who worked at
Borinquen cab service, was going to drive him out to Long Island.
His mom stood there looking so proud of him. People kept
stopping by to say “good luck.” Chulito’s mother brought Carlos a
container with arroz con gandules and chuletas she’d cooked the
night before. Chulito saw all this through a slit at the bottom of his
shade. He felt as he did now, full of thoughts and feelings about
Carlos but unable to express them. Earlier that summer the bottle
incident had happened and they never spoke about it. Just about everybody loved Carlos. He was so smart that he
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