(Ex Con Uncle Part 4)
I couldn't believe what I'd just done.
I'd just rode the cum out of some ex-con I'd just met the same day.
There was Skins, the hardcore skinhead whose blue balls were sore enough to let me throat his cock and ride him...
And raw at that...
I looked at him just sitting there on the sofa with the same look of confusion and satisfaction on his face that I'd seen on Uncle Joe the two times I'd milked him.
What was it about "str8 men" that turned me into this sex fiend?
And... what was it about me that attracted them to me enough to allow me to have my way with them?
Was it my short, lean twink stature?
My smooth, hairless skin?
Or my soft, round glutes?
That's gotta be it.
I like to wear joggers to school pretty much every day because their cheap and comfy--more comfortable than jeans, slacks, or pants.
Let me explain...
While my waist is pretty small at 30 inches, my quads and glutes are bursting out of size 30 jeans.
While I can button the size 30's at the waist, I have to go up to about a 34 to fit my thighs in them, so joggers it is.
I'm not a jock or into sports at all, but I do occasionally jog and do squats with added weight since strong quads are good got all the plyometrics I do in dance and some of our musicals at school.
And while Uncle Joe was the first guy to ever technically fuck me, my first time doing gay stuff was way before this.
I'll tell you about it
As I said in an earlier story I'm a dancer and theater kid for the most part.
I know very little about sports and hated PE class at school because of all the sweating and stuff.
I enjoyed watching the really athletic guys in class, but other than that I HATED it.
Buckley high school, the high school I went to is in the poor part of town. It used to be mostly white back when mom went there, but now it's mostly black with a few white and Latino students who all got along for the most part.
Most of us were poor, with a few middle class folks who still sent their kids to Buckley high even though it was a hell hole with overcrowded classes, a deteriorating building, and teachers that didn't give a damn.
All of them except Coach Williams.
Coach Williams was a tall, Black man who wasn't shredded, but you could tell he used to be.
He not only taught PE, but coached the Basketball team which was apparently pretty good.
They often made it to the playoffs and won some statewide championship the year before I got there.
Kinda weird that the school was state champs in basketball but failed at everything else including academics.
Buckley High was, and still is, a dropout factory.
Since PE was a requirement, and they wouldn't let me use my dance or theater elective classes in place of it, there I was sitting on the bleachers in the gym watching everyone else have a good time.
I enjoyed watching the basketball players all sweaty--some of them with their shirts off.
Two of them in particular would catch my attention: Rashaad and Carlos.
Rashaad was one of the stars on the basketball team.
According to Coach and so many others, he's the main ingredient to their state championship team.
Rashaad stood about 6'4 even as a high schooler and was lean and muscular at the same time.
He has really dark, dark skin the color of molasses and it's smooth and clear... no blemishes or acne.
He has dreadlocks that he keeps pulled back and it accentuates his high cheekbones and chiseled face. Oh, and he has a thick, nappy beard which is weird to see on a high schooler.
Whenever I'd see Rashaad, his shirt was off and the sweat dripped down his washboard abs down to that deep V the guys have.
And like so many other guys at Buckley, he'd often let his pants or basketball shorts sag a little so you could see the top of the waistband of his boxer briefs which were often drenched with the sweat that pooled at the top.
Every now and then his pubes would peek from below the rim of his underwear when they sagged enough.
And his dick was HUGE!
I mean, even though he wore underwear it was easy to see his thick pole swinging from left to right whether he was doing some complicated cross dribble maneuver on the basketball court, or just walking around.
His dick print was massive.
It wasn't uncommon for him to have mini-hardons where his Dick would kinda chub up from time to time.
And he used it.
Although Rashaad was in high school, and the crown jewel of the basketball team, he often struggled academically and had 3 kids by 3 different girls already.
Like... wow...
I know, right?
Anyway, I'd often try to get out of PE any chance I got.
I'd tried convincing them to let me get my PE credit with other classes to no avail, so my next resort was trying to do as least as possible when it came to sports and stuff.
Coach FINALLY had a proposition for me...
Apparently, Rashaad was in danger of failing Algebra 2.
Usually, teachers looked out for the star athletes and gave them a passing grade in the interest of high marks on the football and basketball teams, but Rashaad's Algebra 2 teacher wasn't having it.
Rashaad would have to get a passing grade the old-fashioned way if he wanted to pass Algebra 2.
Failing would have him removed from all extra curricular activities, including Basketball.
Coach knew I was pretty good in math--well, better than most at Buckley, so he agreed to let me skip PE if I would tutor Rashaad after practices.
I agreed not understanding the fact that Buckley's basketball team was championship-grade for a reason: they practiced well into the night sometimes!
I agreed to stay after school all the way through practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
This was easy since I usually had theater or dance practices after school until about 630p, then I'd head over to the gymnasium to finish homework waiting until practice was over anywhere.
I was down for it if Rashaad was, and according to coach he was.
That first Tuesday went as expected.
I finished dance class then headed over the the gym to wait until practice was over to tutor Rashaad.
I salivated watching him dominate the court during practices. He was so aggressive and passionate.
It was so fucking sexy.
