That next Saturday, Vinny' girlfriend, Cherise, still hadn't returned from Cancun. The doorbell rings and when I answer, I see him and another large black man, standing to his side. They were dressed in shorts and tanks. When I opened the door, Vinny and his friend stepped inside.
"Whassup Mark? This is my home boy, Brian. We all call him Buster." Vinny greeted me as we fist bumped.
Vinny headed to straight to the bathroom while his friend and I became acquainted. Buster was rough looking. He was a light skinned black guy with tattoos everywhere including two full sleeves. He was all bulked up and wore a dew rag on his head. Buster stood about 6'4, weighed at least 250 pounds and was intimidating to say the least, just like Vinny.
Buster spoke in his deep voice like we were buds, "I just got out of the joint. Did two years for trafficking. Vinny and me go way back. He picked me up not an hour ago and the first mutha fuckin thing he wanted to do was shoot hoops. I wanted to get some pussy cause I ain't crushed in 2 years."
I didn't know how to respond. I mainly just listened.
He continued, "Now, don't believe them movies where it looks like guys are fuckin in prison all the time. You don't get the opportunities. I prolly fucked, at the most, 5 times. Shit, the last two weeks, I was in protective custody with cameras in the room so I ain't so much as nutted in...like...forever. I ain't gonna lie, I'm about to bust."
Once again, I just listened when Buster smiled, "I kept trippin about gettin some and Vinny tells me about the legend and he wanted me to meet ya."
Vinny only showed up unannounced when he wanted sex. I knew they stopped by so I could service their cocks. It was very obvious as I had taken care of Vinny many times over. I didn't mind but I was curious if they wanted me to do it right then and there.
"What do you mean the legend?" I asked Buster.
"Vinny says you're the best, bar none. He's gotten more head from bitches and he still says you're the king. I used to shower with the dude when I was senior and he was a freshman in high school. Even younger than all of us, he still had the biggest dick on the team, so I know if ya handle that as good as he say you do, then I'm all in," Buster added excitedly.
"I don't know about being a legend, but I do ok. You do have that right, he is the biggest I have ever had," I laughed referring to his monstrous 12 inch, circumcised manhood.
Vinny came walking out tying the string to his shorts, "Buster, don't listen to him. He does way better than ok. I'm tellin ya, Cherise don't even come close. I'll take Mark any day. That dude can suck a dick. I ain't playin."
"He'll have you shakin and convulsin in your chair while you're blowin your nut and he is as calm as anything just suckin away. No shit," Vinny continued as he cocked his head back, opened his mouth and started shaking to simulate what he does when he cums in my mouth. He then smiled and added, "Are you ready for this? He swallows the gravy, man. Every, fuckin, drop. No shit!"
"Damn, let's get down right now. Don't fuckin play with me like that. You know I been locked up for two years," responded a desperate Buster.
"We are already late. Let's hoop for a little while and Mark can go with us. You'll be alright. I promise, it'll be worth it. Mark, you down?" Vinny asked.
I was proud and flattered by not only the compliment he paid me and my skills, but how he entrusted me enough to pleasure a good home town friend of his. I just didn't want to let him down. I agreed to go and watch them play basketball. As the guys went out to the car, I quickly went to the bathroom to grab some lube, just in case.
They sat in the front as I rode in the back. It was unusually hot that day and this car had no air-conditioning so I was already uncomfortable. We arrived at the basketball court in a rough neighborhood and my comfortability shot up to nervousness. The buildings were mostly abandoned while grass grew up through the cracks in the concrete. Paint was peeling off houses and the surroundings needed updated in the worst way. Right there in the middle of the projects, guys were running up and down the court playing basketball. I was the only white person there. I sat down on a bench, next to a very attractive black girl who was obviously watching one of the guys playing.
While many of guys playing basketball were really good, Vinny and Buster were not. Both of them are bigger, muscular guys and were built to play football, not basketball. The only problem was they thought they were better than what they were and I sure wasn't going to tell them. One would clang up a shot while the other one would shoot an air ball. I will admit, they both could rebound.
Everyone had their shirts off and just glistening with sweat from the heat. The game ended and Buster's team lost and he was pissed. He kicked the fence, then picked up his shirt and walked toward me.
"Fuck this. I can't concentrate. I'm playin like shit. I gotta get some relief before I murder someone. Let's go over there," Buster huffed as he pointed toward one of the buildings.
I sure wasn't going to argue with him as I stayed close by. We walked across the street, down an alley and up some cracked cement steps into one of the old buildings. There was a large lobby with nobody in it and I realized it once was a large corporate building that some small local business and taken over but only needed one of the offices down the hall. However, there was a bathroom off to the left.
Buster directed me, "Let's go in there. That'll work just fine."
We walk in the bathroom and the only way I can describe it was a shithole. The mirror was gone, the sink was rusted and dripping, both stall doors were missing and the place stunk of stale piss.
Buster pointed to the back stall and the toilet was rust stained and disgusting, but functional. Buster used one hand and led me by the shoulder inside the stall and I sat down on the toilet. Between my legs, I could see the water and that is when I spotted the used condom on the floor, next to the wall. Then I saw another one on the toilet paper holder. It was slimy and disgusting and I knew that bathroom was used for the same thing Buster and I were about to do.
Buster had on a pair of long basketball shorts that were tied in the front. He was drenched in sweat and trying to untie the knotted string. He couldn't get it and became impatient, bouncing up and down like a kid at Christmas. He wanted them off so I could immediately get started on his horny dick.
"Here, let me do it," I whispered.
Buster stepped forward and I fiddled with the string until I had gotten it untied while he continued bouncing. I tugged his sweaty shorts down, exposing his semi hard cock trapped inside a soaked, speedo style brief. They were white and because the material was wet, it was almost clear, showing off his bundled junk like breasts at a wet t-shirt contest. When I slid the sticky underwear down to his knees, the pungent smell of his sweat and crotch "punched me in the face."
Buster's fat cock was already semi-hard. It was uncircumcised with this huge lump protruding from the side of his head, covered by the foreskin. He also had a tattoo of a cobra on his dick! The picture of the snake showed it coiled at the base with the body running straight up the shaft and an open mouth displaying its forked tongue by Buster's head.
"Ya like that tat, don't ya? That's my spittin cobra. He's gonna be spittin for you real soon," informed Buster with sweat dripping off the end of his nose.
