Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 01:07:58 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: A Little Extra on the Hustle

		       A LITTLE EXTRA ON THE HUSTLE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     It was too narrow a space for a real basketball game, but great for
one-on-one or two-on-two, a concrete space some thirty feet wide by a
hundred feet long, and holding two basketball hoops. Clarence was making
some easy layups close to sundown one evening when he caught the high sign
from Levon and Tyrell. A new guy was heading onto the courts, a basketball
dribbling lazily from his hand. Clarence began to put on the sparkle while
his friends grew clumsier, missing shots and bickering about their game.
     The new guy looked around and came over to Clarence. "Hey, man, you up
for a little one-on-one?" he asked. Damn, he was a nice-looking stud,
muscled but not muscle-bound, with the broad arms and wide chest that
boasted of weights studiously lifted...or boxes at a warehouse lifted
equally assiduously. His face was proudly African-American, with strong,
wide lips, a broad flaring nose, and his head shaved bare. His chest under
the tank-top bore a thick patch of "O's" of chest hair, and Clarence longed
to run his tongue through that mesh, try to uncurl those beautiful black
circles on that deeply brown, smooth, shining skin...but business was
first.
     "Sure." Clarence said and, just to show off, lobbed his own basketball
toward the trash can nearby used for such things. His ball made along, easy
arc over a hundred feet and hit the round bin's bottom without touching a
bit of rim.
     "Nice move." the new guy said, smiling and showing perfect teeth like
rows of pearls about a fashion model's neck, ideally arranged and neat.
     "How well can you move?" Clarence asked.
     "Let me warm up and I'll show you." the guy said. Clarence stepped
back and the guy ran in and did a forward layup, got his ball before it hit
the ground, then dribbled, turned around and sank it again with his back
turned. Yeah, a real hotdogger.
     "Man, you fouled me!" Levon griped at Tyrell.
     "So keep your feet out of my jump zone." Tyrell responded. "You made
me miss."
     "Shit, you been missing all morning."
     "You ain't doing much better." Tyrell said and sank his next one,
clumsily, it bounced off the rim and nearly rolled out, then went in.
     Clarence sidled over to where the new guy was doing a
cross-dribble. "When you warm up, what say we pluck that pair of pigeons?"
     "Are they game?" the guy asked.
     "They think they got game." Clarence affirmed.
     "Best kind." the guy answered. "Name's Reese." And he shoved out a
huge paw of a hand.
     "Clarence." Clarence said and took it. Damn, this big, black stud was
muscled, his fingers hurt from that careless squeeze. He didn't wince, but
it was an effort. He set out to sparkle more as they began to play.
     Levon and Tyrell were scuffling now, no real contact, but it was
threatening to be, Tyrell was trying to take the ball from Levon and Levon
was holding the ball far longer than game rules allowed.
     "Man, come on, are you playing or are you staying?" Tyrell complained,
standing still.
     "Get out of my face." Levon said.
     "Hey, hey!" Clarence interrupted them. "You two want to break it up?"
He waited for them to look at him and added, "Maybe a little two-on-two?"
     Tyrell and Levon were cousins, but they didn't resemble each other
very much. Tyrell was taller, thinner and darker than Levon. The muscles on
Tyrell's body were long, lean ones, which made him surprisingly lithe and
fast. Levon was compact, even his head was flatter and squarer. But his
body moved with a sweet harmony of its own, and more than made up in
agility what he lacked in height, and he could jump high enough to block a
man taller than one would think. Levon could slam-dunk better than anyone
Clarence knew, in fact!
     And they really could do the hustle, looking eager and just a bit
naive. Clarence wanted to grin, these two could sink a basket from a
hundred feet away blindfolded, and knew every move in the book. But now,
they looked like two young cocksure punks who needed to be taken down a few
notches.
     "How much?"
     "Twenty dollars." Clarence said, before they could say something to
ruin it. The game had to seem friendly, no big money changing hands. Tyrell
and Levon tended to want to put up big money right off the bat.
     Done, the game began, and Clarence and Reese landed two baskets easy,
one, retrieve, lob, run-up, layup and two. That was a part of the
game. Next go-round, as Clarence was setting up to take a shot, Tyrell
fouled him. Clarence was expecting it, but it hurt just the same. He landed
hard and Tyrell snaffled the ball and lobbed it to Levon who sank
it...still not looking like experts.
     "Hey, watch it!" Clarence said.
     "Personal foul!" Reese declared. "Two freeshots!"
     "Man, maybe they play that where you come from!" Tyrell said. "If you
can't take the shame, don't play the game!"
     "Basketball is not a contact sport!" Reese said, rightfully angry.
     "He's right." Clarence said gently.
     "Man, we play by street rules." Levon said. "You sink it, you wink
it. If you don't, you won't."
     "I'm not continuing play under these rules." Reese declared.
     "Now, man." Levon moved in for the kill. "I know Tyrell can be a pain,
but we got some money riding here. I think with a little more juice, we can
convince him to be a gentleman."
     "How much?" Reese was furious, basketball was sacred, damn it! You
didn't make personal contact if you couldn't avoid it, especially on a man
about to lob a shot. You could block him, you couldn't tackle!
     "How about a hundred each?" Levon said.
     "Done...but let's see your money." Reese said.
     "Let's see yours." Levon said. "Latisha! Come hold the money, honey!"
     "Okay!" Latisha, a young girl of about eight years old, dropped her
jumprope and came over. Holding bet money was an honor and a privilege, so
her dark little face beamed with pride.
     "Come on, pony up." Levon said to Clarence.
     "Man, I don't have money on me. I didn't come here today to gamble,
this has just happened." Clarence said. He turned to Reese. "Man, can you
spot me that much? We can take these two, you know we can."
     No man ever bets his whole wad; Reese had it, you could tell by his
face, but he wasn't thrilled about loaning it to a stranger, either. "I
don't know." Reese said doubtfully.
     "Man, I'm not putting my cash up for a lip ticket." Tyrell said
firmly.
     "My word is good!" Clarence said firmly.
     "Your word is shit!" Tyrell said.
     Clarence looked at Reese. "Man, I can taste that money." he said
slowly.
     "You can taste this!" Tyrell said, hand on his crotch, waggling it in
the loose shorts. "That's the kind of lip ticket I can cash for you."
     Clarence let them see him stare at Tyrell's hand, at the monstrous
bulge it cradled inside the cloth, let them see him lick his lips. "I can
taste that money." he said again, softly.
     "We know the way you swing." Levon said. "And maybe your new friend
here would be willing to make a sporting proposition."
     "What is it?"
     "One hundred fifty of yours against two hundred of ours. You spot my
man Clarence the fifty, and if you two lose, Clarence here gives us all
three a little lip service at the end of the game."
     "Man, I don't do that shit!" Clarence said.
     "Sure you do. Everyone in the projects knows it." Tyrell said back at
him. "I been wondering how it would feel to have a brother working on this
love machine."
     "How about it?" Levon said to Reese. "You win, you get your
hundred. You lose, you lose an extra fifty, but you get a ride on
Clarence's mouth express."
     Clarence looked at Reese. "Man, we can take them." he said to
Reese. We ain't going to lose, you know that. Come on, man, pony up fifty
and if we lose, I'll give you the best blow job you ever dreamed of."
     Reese seemed to be considering the merits of losing, then he said with
firm decision. "Deal." He opened his wallet and Clarence groaned when he
saw inside. Reese could have paid a thousand out of that stash, easy. Reese
added a crisp, new fifty-dollar bill to Latisha's grimy hands and said,
"Now, you stand where we can see you, honey."
     "Over by the basket." Levon said. "Good girl."
     Latisha strutted away, proudly holding $350.00 in her little hands
like it was diamonds.
     "Man, you shouldn't talk like that around a little girl." Clarence
said.
     "You talked it, too." Tyrell said. "'Best blowjob you ever dreamed
of.'" He chuckled derisively.
     "I ain't sucking nobody, because we're going to whup your ass now!"
Clarence said. And to Reese. "Let's go!" And they sprang into play with a
whoop of cameraderie!
     But Tyrell and Levon were now magically better players. And Clarence
tried to keep it from showing that he was now playing worse. He just missed
shots and unintentionally blocked Reese from a sure shot once.
     Reese was properly furious when they were done, he could tell he'd
been conned.
     "That's game!" Tyrell said when he sank the last basket. "Good
thing. I can hardly see where I'm shooting now."
     "Care to go for double-or-nothing tomorrow?" Levon offered. "We'll
spot you three points."
     "No, I can tell when I've been had." Reese said, scowling. "The oldest
damned game in the projects, and I went for it." And he looked at
Clarence. "You were in on it!"
     Clarence blanched, not entirely acting. This was a tough-looking
mother they'd chosen for their pigeon. "Not me! You forget what I bet
here?"
     "Yeah." Reese said, and then it sunk in. "Yeah!" And it wasn't a nice
grin on his face. He was angry, and he could get a little of it back now,
on his teammate!
     "Latisha, honey, you come give Uncle Levon the money and then go in
and tell your Mommy to bathe you and get you all dressed up, 'cause we're
all going out for dinner tonight." Levon said. He looked over at
Clarence. "Right after we collect the rest of that bet."
     "Hey, let's go inside, then." Clarence said. "We can use my room."
     "Why?" Tyrell said, hitching at his manhood again. Damned, the guy had
a big sausage in there! You could see it, even with the fucking bad lights
here. The two overhead lights were both shot out and the city hadn't
bothered replacing it, the entire gaming court had taken on a dusky,
surreal feeling to it. They were alone for now, later on drug addicts and
their connections would show up using this place for their trades. A police
car would visit frequently, and score some busts once or twice a week. But
that was all later on tonight. For now, they had the place to themselves.
     "Yeah, why?" Levon said.
     "Yeah." Reese said. Now it was like three of them against him. Reese
was mad at him for blowing the game, mad at Tyrell and Levon for scamming
him (but nobody was allowed to be mad about being taken in, not officially,
anyway), and only one way to take it out. On Clarence.
     "All right, guys." Clarence said slowly. "One at a time, and you other
two keep an eye out. I don't want to get busted for sucking cock in
public."
     "Who's first?" Tyrell asked.
     "We'll let this guy have the first fun." Levon said. "Only fair,
seeing as how he's paying for all this."
     "Yeah, I'm first." Reese said in low tones, and his hand came up to
his shorts. They were proper store-bought shorts, and looked expensive. But
the t-shirt was off-the-rack, white ribbed cotton.
     Clarence knelt on the concrete, feeling the dust and grime and sand
gritting on his knees. Lord, he had to love this, looking up at a big,
strong black man pulling out his cock. Just like this, no romantic talk, no
baby-pleases, just here it is, suck it! He wet his lips, looked up, eyes
wide, feeling like a puppy before his master.
     "Here it is." Reese growled. "Suck it!" He waggled his dong in front
of Clarence's face and a whiff of sheer, hot, sweaty, male raunch hit his
nostrils. Clarence groaned, his mouth watered of itself, and he stuck out a
tongue moistened and nearly drooling, a droplet of saliva dangling from the
tip, presenting it like a carpet to be walked upon.
     Reese laid his long hard dong on that tongue-carpet, and the flavor of
sweaty prick was hot and rancid on Clarence's tongue. He curled the edges
of his tongue up, to wrap it around that cock like a bun wraps a hot dog,
nestling it between, and he pulled himself by his tongue onto that prick,
feeling it slide into his mouth like a loaf of bread into the baker's oven,
where he'd worked once.
     "Mmh, yeah." Reese said and his big paw, that big hand which could
hold a basketball all by itself, came out and Clarence watched it curl
around his head like a five-headed snake, and pulled him forward. That big
cockhead kissed the back of his mouth, caught, buckled, dove downwards!
Gah, uh, gah, he was stuffed full of hard black cock! Shit, yeah, a
brother's dick, better than any white boy he'd ever had! It was thick and
raunchy and pulsed like a black snake inside his mouth, Clarence could feel
it crawling over his tongue as it was wormed inside him deeper, he just
held his mouth open and his throat loose and let Reese shove that long warm
dong into him, deeper, deeper!
     Reese buried most of it before he stopped, and he hunched then,
angrily, sliding his cock back and forth inside Clarence's throat, so deep
he couldn't really taste it, so deep his whole world was black cock, his
eyesight was filled with horny, sweating, black men, three pairs of eyes
staring down at him and him up at them, helpless and impaled upon a black
column of manhood!
     "Uh, shit, man, you're a pro!" Reese groaned. "Better at this than you
are at basketball! Shit, uh!" Reese hunched at him again, and then began to
withdraw that thick dong. A good thing, Clarence felt faint, he had been
unable to breath. Now he savored a slight sip of air as Reese freed his air
passageway, his nostrils took in sustenance, and then Reese shoved into him
again and then pulled out, and the air from his lungs followed it, blowing
out, and then Reese crammed the dong into him again and he was again
blocked. In this way, a little at a time, he breathed, he endured, he
relished the feel of sucking a heavy black dong attached to a powerful
black man, strong and healthy...and with money, too! This would be a man
worth knowing, one way or another.
     Clarence brought his lips into play as Reese continued to plunge-fuck
his face, long deep strokes, Clarence milked at it as it pulled out,
released to permit it to surge into him and gripped to pull it as it
released him once again.
     Reese's hands grabbed his head and Reese began to hunch with his
powerful thighs into Clarence's mouth, the strong, sturdy legs were driving
that dick into him, Clarence milked at it harder as he did, God, yes, suck
this strong black cock, suck it dry, suck it into him, more, more, more!
     "Uh, uh, GUH-HENNKKHHH!" Reese growled and a hot flood of jizz poured
into Clarence's mouth and throat. He tasted it, loved it, hot and salty and
musky and slimy and rich and sweet, God, sweet, he loved it, he wanted
more, more, more, more! More, as the hot juice poured down his throat,
more, as the heavy load backed up and spilled into his mouth, more, more,
as the load became too much, as a dribble of it slipped from the sides of
his mouth, more, more, more!
     "More!" Clarence murmured as Reese finished, pulled out of him. "More,
more!" he muttered. "God, more!"
     "Yeah, more!" Tyrell said. "Me, now. More hot come for our little
neighborhood cocksucker!"
     "Yeah, more!" Clarence begged shamelessly, licking his lips to get
that dribble back, rescue it before it got away, swallowed hard to save it
all before Tyrell could shove that equally hard, thick black cock into him.
     Tyrell was a bit thinner but longer than Reese, it was a cock Clarence
had sucked a score of times before. He was always amazed at how hot that
cock was, how it nearly seared his tongue. It did so now, a hot slab of
meat lay on his tongue and surged against his lips, the fat heavy foreskin
bunching up at his lips while the cockhead quested about to find admittance
deeper within him.
     Tyrell liked it hard and fast, Clarence knew that, he got so damned
hot when he was having sex, he just wanted to get off, and right
away. Knowing that, he began to hunch rapidly at Tyrell's cock, his lips
burned with the heat of that cock, burned with the friction of his fast
movements, burned, burned!
     "Oh, yeah, yeah, you do that so good!" Tyrell moaned. "Shit yeah,
faster, faster, shit, suck it faster!"
     Clarence sucked him faster, God, it was so easy to suck Tyrell fast,
his cock was so thin, so limber and agile it just slid into his mouth so
easily. Tyrell didn't need or want deep-throat, but still Clarence's
tonsils took a beating from the jabbing of that hot cockhead against the
back of his mouth. Faster, faster, he sucked, come on, Tyrell, give me that
super-hot jizz, I want it, man, I want it all, all!
     "Uh, uh, guh, uh, Nnnnnnh!" Tyrell moaned and his teeth clenched as if
he were afraid to vent his pleasure. Then he gurgled, deep in his throat
and Clarence braced himself, for this horny fucker was about to come, and
when he did, he came rough!
     This was no exception. Tyrell lost all semblance of gentleness. Where
Reese had been an animal in his heat, Tyrell was a monster, he forgot
Clarence was anything but a warm hole he was fucking, he bucked and
thrashed and crammed it in hard and Clarence couldn't breathe with any
impunity, he coughed and gurgled as that hard, hot rod squirted jizz deep
in his throat and he got it in his lungs, snorted and gagged, and still
Tyrell shot his load, ramming, cramming, jabbing that cock into him, it
hurt, damn it, it hurt! Shit!
     "Uh, huh, uh, uh, guh-huh!" Tyrell finished and held onto Clarence's
head while he caught his breath, panting and heaving above him, sweat
falling from his face like droplets of hot, stinging rain onto Clarence's
neck and shoulders.
     "Get off him, damn it, I'm about to burst!" Levon said, jerking Tyrell
away after a time.
     Clarence looked up, semi-dazed, vision blurred, as Levon stood before
him. After the two tall studs, it was almost like an insult to have this
little man in front of him demanding service. Who did he think he was?
     Levon's cock was stuck at his mouth, and Clarence remembered now. God,
what a thick cock, nice and thick, not very long, but wide, fat. Levon was
ludicrously lucky in this one respect, he had a massive, uncut dong that
was like trying to shove a Coke bottle down your throat. Or a Coke can,
once you got your mouth around it, the battle was mostly won, for it
couldn't go any further, really.
     Five inches of length, and probably that much or more around, the
cockhead was broad and thin in proportion. It fit his mouth like a row of
fingers curled into a semi-fist, all being crammed into his mouth at
once. His lips stretched to take it, he had done this before, it was
doable, but damn, it was an effort. His jaws threatened to pop out of their
joints as he got that huge pud inside, and keeping his teeth from scraping
it was nearly impossible.
     "Come on, suck it!" Levon groaned. He stood still, he expected
service, full service, while he stood there and enjoyed. With this big a
dong, that was probably a good idea. Clarence brought his tongue into play,
waggling it along the base and bottom of that pulsing cock, while his lips
wabbled back and forth. He couldn't do any real back-and-forth, so he had
to do a rippling motion, play with it, tease it, taunt it.
     "Mmn-hmm!" Levon moaned, standing with one leg straight and one bent,
almost at ease here, one hand resting on Clarence's head, not holding him,
just propped there like he was a stick of furniture. Clarence nursed and
tendered this cock as well as he could, it was an effort after a time, but
Levon was patient, even, waiting for his pleasure, and Clarence brought it
out of him a little at a time, Levon's only response was to throw his head
back and moan, almost a humming sound, closed eyes, loving the attention,
receiving, giving nothing in return.
     Finally, Levon gave him a few perfunctory moans and hunched a bit with
his hips, and that thick dong seethed with his jizz, that was the right
word, it didn't fly from his cock, it just bubbled out, as if it were
coming from all around that massive cockhead rather than from its central
slit, it was like a wall of come pouring into his mouth like thick syrup
out of a jar, like molten lava as it creeps down the mountain, this thick
jizz poured onto his tongue and rolled over it, massive and unforgiving,
swallowing it was like swallowing a peach pit, hard, roundish, ovalish, to
be borne and gotten over rather than relished.
     Done, Levon wasn't even panting very hard, he stepped back and shifted
up his pants, and said, "See you around, Clarence."
     "Hey, can you take me with you to supper?" Clarence asked. He really
was broke, a lone can of Spaghetti-O's in his cupboard and a couple of
heels of bread, that was it.
     Levon looked annoyed...Clarence wasn't supposed to be seen with them
in public, it was part of their hustle that he was a semi-stranger...and
said, "Sorry, it's family only."
     "Well...loan me a few bucks until payday." Clarence said. That was a
lie, he wasn't working right now, and fifty bucks of Reese's money was his,
damn it, and he needed it!
     "Sorry, later." Levon took off, Tyrell with him. After all, Levon had
all the money.
     "Shit!" Clarence said. Looked like Spaghetti-O's and bread was it.
     "I'll take you to dinner." Reese said. "On me."
     Not like a pigeon to be thankful after being plucked. But hell, what
were his choices.
     "Hey, thanks." he said.
     "Don't mention it." Reese said. "I got plenty of dough on me, that
couple of bucks didn't hurt me none. Just tell me, was all this part of the
hustle?"
     "All of what?"
     "You sucking." Reese said. "Hell, that was what convinced me it wasn't
a hustle, that bit of on-the-side action. You'd never had sucked that extra
fifty out of me if it hadn't been for that deal!"
     Clarence smiled. "Levon calls it "a little extra on the hustle." he
admitted. "It works real well. Though I didn't appreciate the public
action."
     "Why do you do it, then? How about that chicken place?" Reese
suggested.
     "Great!" Clarence said. Then, "Hell, I need the money. Got no job and
going to be thrown out of my room the end of the month unless I come up
with some fast."
     "You can come work with me." Reese offered. "A warehouse, hard work
but the pay is good."
     "You need hands?" Clarence asked.
     "Sure." Reese said. "Especially one with a little extra on the hustle.
I could get very used to that little extra as a job benefit."
     Clarence smiled. "Sounds good to me."

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