Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1998 06:32:14 EDT
From: JAlize200@aol.com
Subject: Hip Hop Lover

Hip Hop Lover

Like usual, I was cruising around downtown lookin for something to do on a
Friday night last November. I figured I would bounce over to a local hip
hop club called "Steel Hill" even though I wouldn't be able to step to any
of the guys I was attracted there. I could at least enjoy the music, the
attention from the ladies, a few free drinks courtesy of the ladies and the
sights.  When I say "sights," I mean the roughnecks. The gritty bruthas.
The pretty boys... all of `em. I pulled into the parking lot and stepped
into the club just as the rain started to come down lightly.

Like usual, the place was packed, wall to wall people. The first floor was
small and too crowded, so I decided to bounce to the V.I.P. lounge. I used
to work for a record company as a promotions person, so I can get in a lot
of places like that. It was a little too calm in there so I headed to the
basement after talkin to this guy I used to work with. He said that there
was a freestyle contest goin on downstairs. I am a business student with a
good job doin books for a few privately owned restaurants, but hip hop has
always been a love of mine. Brooklyn born and raised, it is like I was born
with it in my blood.

 So I went downstairs to see who was doin the contest. I figured since I
freestyled a lot in high school and a did a little somethin' on a few mix
tapes that I'd be aiight. As shit went on, most of the rhymes being spit
were wack but the men were kinda hot. This one dark skinned boy seemed like
he might be down, and I though I might rap with him after the contest, but
when he opened his mouth to expose a mouth full of gold teeth I had to
rethink it.  It got down to just me and this otha cat, D-cipher. He was
kinda dope rhyme wise and not bad lookin at all. When he stepped to the
middle of the circle made up of wanna-be emcees I eyed him up and down like
I was tryin to see what he was made of, to see if he had anything for
me. At closer look, this boy was fine, finer than any otha nigg in the
club. He had on some cream sweats with brown suede tims, a brown long
sleeve tee shirt and a brown fitted cap pulled down to his eyes.

His skin was smooth and it was a rich caramel color, his lips were big, wet
and reddish pink and he seemed to have a little muscle on him. He was eying
me too, no doubt checkin my Moschino blue jeans with a black fitted sweater
and black leather boots. My hair was cut low in my regular fade style and
real shiny and black and I was kind of dark because you know how a Latino
boy gets after a few hours of swimming in the sun. I knew how to keep
myself lookin good because growin up I didn't have much.

 Well, as me and D-cipher got into the freestyle shit I went for mine
first.  "You don't even know bout this game, rappin for love, not for
fame. Like Busta Bus I ain't tame, stormin on you like Missy cause you
can't stand the rain..." When I rap, I go by Digit because niggaz can count
on me to rip it.  I didn't expect to get ripped though, but when D-cipher
went for his I was tore up. "Yo Digit ya numbers up, shoulda never came
here cause we too rough, you think ya shit is tough? Hell naww, ya weak,
can't take it raw, gut you like a sheep, like a cheap diamond I see ya
flaw. Got ya head spinnin like a circular saw..." Needless to say, D-cipher
won the freestyle contest, but it was all good. We gave each other pounds
and I bounced for the bar to get a beer.

 "Yo kidd, you ain't half bad. Not as good as me dogg, but not half bad..."
D said slyly. "You got skills, its all love, name's Manny" I replied.
"Where you from..." The conversation continued for about an hour and I paid
for our drinks and said I was gonna bounce. "Where you headed?" he said.
"Home, you?" I asked. "Gotta catch the bus to the train station."  "The
station is on my way home, I live in a apartment not too far from there.
I'll drop you off." As we rolled to my car in the parking lot, the rain
picked up from a slight drizzle to a heavy downpour. I jogged to my car but
D kept his slow stroll, not really caring that he was gettin wet. I got in
my car and put in a tape of some shit I mixed up at home on my turntables
as D hopped in.  "Yo, I never got ya name." I said. "Damar man, Damar. My
peeps just call me D...  Yo, who's this?" he said showin off his perfect
white teeth. "DMX" I told him. "Naww, naww, who's mixin?" he asked. "Me
kidd, you like?" I asked.  "You decent, you got a lot of wax?"  "About 300
records, maybe closer to four.  You into wax like that?" He said yeah and I
asked him if he wanted to come back to the crib and listen to some new
Beatnuts shit I got on vinyl.  Before I knew it he was walking up my block
to my steps.


 As he came in he peeled the soakin wet shirt off his chest and hung it on
the back of a kitchen chair. He was wearing one of those tight white
sleeveless tee shirts that showed off his toned arms and flat stomach I
told him to sit on the couch and I'd mix for him for a few minutes. I threw
on some B.I.G. and mixed in some Rakim, then I cut it and tossed on Erykah
Badu so we could just chill out and kick it. I didn't wanna be all the way
across the room from this brutha. I didn't know if he was down, but I
didn't really care.  All I wanted to do was look at him, talk to him, hear
his deep voice crack as he spoke. I wanted to get to know him. I slid down
on the couch next to him.  "What's up wit the Badu?" He said. "She cools me
out, relaxes me." I said as I got up to get a drink from the kitchen. He
stood up with me, "I'ma get ready to go." "Oh, for real? Well, if you ever
wanna..."

 Right then, in mid-sentence, I was interrupted by Damar's juicy pink lips
pressing against mine, but I wasn't gonna complain. I kissed him back,
pressing my lips against his and slowly running my hands down his legs.  He
stuck his tounge in my mouth slowly and put his hands on mine. Then he
flipped me around and pressed me chest forward onto the wall, pressing his
body against mine. I felt his chest against my back as he whispered in my
ear, "Damn, I wanted to get on you since I saw you start rhymin at the
club."  He reached around and rubbed on my crotch through my jeans. "These
bitches are comin' off" he said as he undid my jeans and pushed them off of
my hairless legs. They slid to the floor and I stepped out of them as he
pushed his dick between my cheeks, I could feel the heat comin off of his
body, especially in my crack. "Yo, I wanna get in you Manny. I never really
been attracted to a guy as much as this, but you got somethin about you." I
saw his hat fall to the floor as he pulled my sweater off and then his tank
top.

I reached back and felt his head as kissed my neck and shoulders. His head
was smooth as marble, no hair. I backed up off of the wall and led him into
my bedroom.

 I laid down on the bed and reached over to the nightstand to turn on the
light. As I clicked it on I looked up to see Damar standing in the doorway
with nothing on but his sweats. His caramel brown chest glistened with a
little sweat, his arms were flexed tight as he stretched them upward.  His
abs were slightly present, making little dimples in his flat stomach and
his bald head shined from the dim light. Damn, you'd think he had stepped
right out of a Salt `N' Pepa video! As he walked over to my bed, I watched
his walk.  It was a sexy kind of secure strut. I caught a glimpse of his
ass in the mirror across from the king size bed in my bedroom. He had a
small but round booty outlined in his cream colored sweatpants.

 He laid on top of me and we began kissing again, but this time it was
slower, softer. He wrapped his lips around mine, top first, then bottom. I
bit his lip gently. He ran his hand down my sides and pulled my black
boxers off. I kicked them off of the bed along with my socks. My 8" piece
rubbed against his belly button. He grinded against me as I pulled his
sweat pants off.  He leaned back and took them off for me, exposing his
thick 9 inches. As I looked into his deep brown eyes, I felt a kind of
sensuality that I never really felt before. Even though I just met him I
knew he wouldn't be just some guy, I knew we'd be boyz after all of this.

 He touched my smooth nutts and began to jerk my shit as he licked my inner
thigh and worked his way up to my dick. He licked it down one side, to my
nutts and took them in his mouth as he continued to jerk me. Then, he went
back up to my dick and started to tease it with his tounge and kiss it
gently on the tip. I took my eyes off of this ruffneck nigga for one second
to catch a glimpse of his ass in the mirror as he licked and kissed my
dick, but before I could see his ass flex, he started to put me on my
knees.

 "I wanna smell your crack. I wanna eat this ass yo!" I got up on my hands
and knees as he ran his nose in my hairy ass crack. He began to lick my
ass, going around the hole and then slightly flicking it with his wet
tounge.  He spread my cheeks wide with his strong hands and began to tounge
me deep.  He was fuckin me with his tounge! Damn, it felt good as
hell. Then he quickly jammed two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them like
it was that fat dick of his. I felt his warm spit drip from my ass as he
removed his face and placed his wet fingers on my asshole. "Yo, that shit
is so sweet, its tight as fuck too." He said, laying his face on my ass. "I
want you to fuck me D, tear my ass all up."

 Without having to say anymore I felt his tip on my ass. I didn't even have
to position him, he knew just what to do. It was like he'd studied my body
for years. Shit! This nigga ain't wearin a condom! As I put my hand back to
push him offa me, he held up a little silver package ripped wide open.  The
boy had slipped it on quick without me knowin, damn he's good! As he put
his shit back on me, he moved his hips and pushed it into me slow. "Damn, I
ain't gonna last long in this ass yo... it's too good!" He began to pick up
a little speed after he realized it wasn't hurting me. I was surprised
because brutha is packing a thick piece, but no pain.

 I began to feel it, his rhythm made my ass twitch and clench around his
dick as it slid in and out of me. "Stick that shit in me deep." I said as
he began to give me all 9" of his hot dick. He began to moan as I spread my
ass open a little wider. I could feel it all slide all the way out and then
all the way back in. It felt so good, makin me moan and buck my ass back
into Damar's thrusting body. "Smack it yo!" I said. "Wha? For real? You
want me to smack tha shit?" Damar said, quite surprised. "Hells yeah. Smack
my ass bruh!" I told him. He smacked my ass lightly, then a little harder,
and even harder yet. It felt so good. The mix of his low moans, his rough
hand smacking my ass and his dick slammin in and out of my ass brought me
close to gettin my nutt.


 Damar smacked my ass and told me he was close to bustin his shit. He
pulled me back into him and held my ass to his body tightly as he rammed
his hot meat in and out of my sore red asshole. "Shit, screw me deeper
yo. Take that shit." I said as I felt D's hand slide onto my dick. He
pulled my body up into a kneeling position and fucked me even deeper. I
squatted above his shit and bounced up and down on his dick, turning my
head around so I could kiss him while he busts his nutt. Damar began jerkin
my dick and playing with my nuts as he kissed me. "Ohhhhh shit... I'm bout
to cumm Manny." he said squeezing my cock tightly. "Damn yo, me too...
fuck, d-don't stop papi, ahhhhhhhh." I responded as I felt my balls
tighten. My nutt began to splash out against wall in thick globs from my
wet pink dickhead. It shot two feet across the room to the wall for three
fast spurts, than four more onto my bed, leaving hot wet jitt stains on my
sheets. Right as I got my nutt Damar began to shoot. He jacked my dick and
bit into my neck as he came in hot hard thrusts. I could feel his dick
pulse as he let his shit go. His dick throbbed hard as I could feel four
hard shots in my ass.

 "Ahhhh damn, boy, I never came at the same time wit someone like that, it
was hot as hell!" Damar said peeling his dick out of my ass. "Yo, it WAS
hot, the best fuck I eva had." I replied. I hoped he didn't think it was
just a fuck.  I wish he'd gimme a sign to let me know that I wasn't the
only one thinking about something beyond a one time fuck.

 I though he was gonna leave as he asked where his sweats were and I
pointed to the side of the bed as I slid under the covers. He got up and
went to the bathroom, but when he came back to my room he was still
nude. He folded his pants up and laid them on the dresser and looked me in
the eyes. "Mind if I stay?" he asked, showing off his sexy smile and
crawling under the covers with me. "You know I wouldn't have it any other
way, kidd" I said as he wrapped his arm around me and nuzzled his face into
my back. It's March now and there hasn't been a night where Damar didn't
sleep next to me since.