Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2018 17:05:28 -0500 From: Emile Ochoa Subject: Gettin' The D 6 The following story is a work of ficton and an erotic tale with all male characters. Please consider making a financial contribution to Nifty. Every donation helps! Thank you! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gettin' The D 6 Copyright © Emile Ochoa 2017. I wasn't ready to get out of his car, but I knew eventually that I had to. It was late and he still had to drive home, but it was nice just sitting there with him. I wouldn't have minded if we reclined the seats and he tore me up again, but it wasn't going to happen, not outside my house. I kept saying in my head how I could get used to riding around in his car like I was his girl. The thought sounded nice, only I would be his boy, and that sounded a whole lot better. I looked over at him. "What?" He asked. "Nothing," I huffed and opened the door. "Later," I told him. I started to walk off. Behind me the passenger side window slid down as I did. "Yo," Alex called out to me. I went back to the car and looked in through the window. "What?" I asked. "You looking for a good time soldier?" I joked. "Funny. Does your mom need anything for Saturday?" He asked. Alex was actually offering to do something for my mother? Was he serious? Damn, I could've creamed my pants from his sweetness. "Javi?" "Oh, um, probably not. She's good, but thanks for asking. I appreciate it." "You don't have to thank me. You need anything?" "I already got what I need," I grinned. "Besides that," he smiled. "You already got that on lock." "Oh really? Then in that case, I'm good." "Okay. If you do need anything though, hit me up." "Okay," I started to walk away. "Oh wait, I do need something," I leaned back in and smiled playfully. "What's that?" "A million dollars," I laughed. "Cash." "You funny," he chuckled. "You better go get a job then." "But you just said if I needed anything, I could come to you," I laughed. "I meant like sneakers or a watch," His phone rang. "It's Angel. I gotta get this. I'll see you later though, okay?" "Okay. Later," I kissed him through the air. He did it back and pulled off. I walked up to the house feeling some kind of way; exhausted, happy, and confused about what to do with Marisol. I knew I didn't want the relationship anymore, that much was clear. The right thing to do was to just cut it off, but I felt like I couldn't and not just because she provided cover for what and who I was really into. Even though I was falling hard and fast for Alex, there was still a part of me that cared about her. We'd been together for almost two years. I couldn't just drop her like that, plus I was cool with Max and that made it that much harder. In the time we'd been together, we basically had a good relationship or whatever. The only thing is, I was never a hundred percent invested for obvious reasons. No matter how much I denied it to people or myself, no matter how many times I lied about it, I really did like other guys and I was always interested in doing stuff with guys. Don't get me wrong, hooking up with girls and Marisol was good, and I liked it. I just was never fully satisfied. The last time we hooked up, the only reason she got it so good was because I was thinking about Alex giving it to me so damn good. I didn't tell her; I just let her think I was loving her pussy like it was royal . She didn't complain, she never did. I guess we had that in common. I never complained about getting dick that good either. "Whoa, ho, ho, look who decided to come home finally," my dad said. He was on the recliner part of the couch watching TV. "Hi. What are you watching?" I went to him and gave him a hug and peck on the cheek. "Biography on Eli Manning. I hate the team, but he's got a pretty good story. You have fun hanging out?" "Yeah. We went to play pool at the Playhouse. We got into a fight though with some guys, but nobody got hurt; none of us anyway." "Hey, you know better. What were you fighting about?" "They were talking shit about us and Talia," I told him. "We weren't even doing anything. We were minding our business and playing the game. They had a problem with us being Latino and Talia being white and there with us." "Javi, somebody is always going to have a problem. You can't fight every time somebody says something you don't like. They were probably drinking." "They were." "See. Whose Talia?" He asked with a look like it suddenly dawned on him that he never heard her name before. "Savior's girlfriend." "Whose Savior?" Same look as before. "Alex's friend. He's cool." "That might be. I still don't want you fighting in pool halls just because somebody said something stupid. Now if they put their hands in you, that's different; then you beat the shit out of them." "That's what we did," I chuckled. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight." "Don't make noise, your mother is sleeping." "Okay," I said and headed upstairs. "Te amo mijo." "Yo también." I went to my room, closed the door, and undressed down to nothing. I didn't even take a shower. I climbed into bed, pulled the covers up halfway and just breathed. There was a lot on my mind, but it was all good. I slid my hand under the bed sheet, down to my crotch, rubbed my dick and balls some, squeezed, and took my hand away. I smelled my fingers, I still smelled like sex. It brought the stairwell back to mind. I tasted Alex's tongue again. I felt his grip. I fell asleep thinking about him and woke up with biggest fucking hard on, as naked as the day I was born. It took my mother knocking on the door for me to finally wake up and get myself together. Alex text me that he probably wouldn't see me which was fine because I ended up having to help my mother with grocery shopping anyway since I was off from school and my dad was already gone. We ended up making stops at three supermarkets, a couple of shopping stores, and ironically enough, we ended up at Alex's mom's apartment to drop something off to her. He wasn't home, I asked. He had just gone out about twenty minutes before we got there. I hit him up real quick. He text back that he was on his way home and asked me to wait for him. Fifteen minutes later he came through the door with shopping bags, his little brother, and some girl. "Ma, look who I ran into," he pointed to the girl. "Hi everybody." "Oh my god, Carmen!" His mother got real excited and gave her a hug while Alex gave my mother a hug and a kiss and then came to me. "S'up," he slapped my hand. "You went to Urban Eagle?" I asked him when I saw the bags. "Yeah." "We just came from there," I chuckled. "Seriously?" "Yeah. What'd you go for?" "I had to get some pants and a shirt for work tonight." "Oh." "Yeah. Come to my room for a minute." I followed him to his room and looked around. I couldn't help thinking back to the last time I was there, when nobody else was home. Damn, good memory; real good memory. "Close the door," he said. "Come `ere." I closed it and went to him. He tugged at my shirt to pull me closer. We kissed. We made out. We kissed again. "Who's that girl?" "Who Carmen? We grew up together. Her grandmother lives in the other building. We bumped into each other on my way in. She wanted to see my mom." "And you?" I teased. "Probably," he chuckled. "I lost my virginity to her." "Really?" "No, I'm just fucking with you. I lost my virginity before her. I did fuck her once though." "When?" "When I was sixteen." "Word? How old was she?" "Like eighteen; nineteen," he smirked. "I got it like that," he chuckled. "But that was then, you ain't got to worry about her," he said. "Who said I was worried and anyway, if you want to fuck bitches go right ahead," I said it in a playful attitude. "I told you, the only bitch I'm fucking is you." "Whatever, I'm just saying," I rolled my eyes. "Oh word? Get over here," he grabbed me roughly, turned me around, and bent me over. His thrusts were fast and hard. "You mean like that?" "Yo chill," I laughed. "Stop," I laughed again. He let me go finally and shoved me on his bed. "Dumbass." "You know you like it. Check this out, Angel hooked me up with like three clubs he works at." "That's good." "Cash money." "That's always good. You could get me that million I asked for." "You keep thinking that. You want a million from me, you gonna work for it. Put your ass in a G-string and get on a pole. Then I'll drop some dollars," he joked. "Oh I'll work a pole alright. You should know that by now." "Oh believe me, I know," he liked his lips. He stood over me and ran his finger tips up my left thigh and slowly leaned in toward my face. He kissed me and pulled away some. "One more," he whispered and kissed me again. "One more," he did it again and laughed lightly. "I didn't think I would get to see you today," he got off me and stood up. "I know," I sat up. "Where are you going to be later?" "Tonight?" "Yeah." "At Saints; that club in the black, brick building. It's got the neon blue lights by the doors. They have Latin night, ladies night, and all that. You know it?" "No." "It's not far from the pool hall we went to. It's like four blocks down going towards the hotels. They at a good spot. Dudes go to the club, drink, get some girls, then go back to the hotels and fuck all night," he scoffed. "You better not be going to a hotel tonight," I gave him a little bitch look. He chuckled. "Nah bro, I'm saving it all for you. You better be saving something for me too." "Whatever," I rolled my eyes, but was smiling big. "Oh whatever, yeah alright. You won't be saying whatever when you on this dick again." "What will I be saying?" I gave him a look. He kissed me and stayed close to my face. I stared in his eyes. "I'm a make you say my name," he ran a finger across my lips. "I'm a make you beg for me to give it to you in English and Spanish," he slid his finger down and across my chest. I swallowed hard. "And I'm a give it you, and when you start whining," he kissed me. "And begging me to stop cause you can't take how good it feels," he licked my lips. "That's when I'm a give it to you harder. Yo soy tú Papi," he kissed me on the neck. Well damn Alex! I got a fucking hard on. I lost my breath and lost in his eyes. "Javi," my mother knocked on the door before she opened it. Alex jumped up fast before she saw us. "Come on, we got to go. Hey Alex, Carmen is kind of cute," she smiled. "I know." "You should ask her out. She seems nice and she's prettier than that last girl you were with. She's still here, I think she's waiting for you." I looked at Alex. He gave me a look like he knew what I was thinking. The only thing I was thinking was my mother needed to stop trying to hook him up with Carmen. "She's coming to the club tonight," he told me. "She knows Angel. He got her on the VIP list." "What club?" My mother asked him. "I hope it's not one of those strip clubs." "It's Saints. They have dancers, but they don't strip," Alex chuckled. "Maybe you can talk to her then." "Ma, please stop trying to play matchmaker. He don't need your help getting a girl, damn," I chuckled. "She thinks she's a dating service or something," I looked at Alex. "Shut up, you have a girlfriend, he doesn't. Hey if you don't want Carmen, you can call Pancha, remember her from the house last time?" "The one who kept trying to feel me up?" "Yeah," she smiled. I started laughing. "She really liked you. She's one of those; como se dice? Tigers, she likes younger guys," she told him. Me and Alex looked at one another confused. "A tiger? You mean a cougar?" I asked. We burst out laughing. "Yo, she said a tiger," I laughed harder. "Aye, whatever, you know what I mean. They're both cats." "Wow," I shook my head. "Let's go. I'll catch up with you later," I slapped hands with him. "Alright," he stared at me with that Papi smile. "Bye sweetheart," my mother pecked him on the cheek. "Think about that girl." It's funny the way life is sometimes. Here I was thinking about breaking up with my girl while my mother was busy trying to get Alex; who was now fucking me, to hook up with Carmen, a girl he already fucked when he was sixteen. Of course she didn't know he already messed with Carmen or that he was messing with me, which made the whole thing that much funnier to me. I had to laugh. "What's so funny?" She asked as we got to the car. "Nothing," I told her. "Where are you getting the mangos from?" "I was thinking that fruit and vegetable place by the bus station." "Okay." "Put those bags in the trunk for me." "Okay. Can you buy me a car?" "A car? You don't even have your license. How are you driving a car?" She pointed out the obvious. "So I'll get my license then." "Do you know how much a car costs? Then there's the insurance and car notes, and forget about if something happens. We can't afford all of that. We can barely afford your father's truck and my car." "I'll pay everything myself," I shrugged. "You don't have a job." "I'll get one." "How are you going to do school and work? You're off today, but you still have to go to school. It's not easy you know," she gave me a look. "And you've been out late on some nights. I don't think a car is a good idea, you might not bother to come home at all." "You're so dramatic," I scoffed. "I'm Latina, what do you expect?" She rolled her eyes at me. "Let's go." "Will you at least think about it? Please," I begged her as I got in the car. "I'll talk to your father." "Okay," I took what I could get. For the record, School was boring. I learned all the standard "R's"; reading, writing, and arithmetic, but the more interesting ones I learned elsewhere. Alex taught me the interesting "R's"; riding, rolling, and roughness. I was the best student I could be. He was the best teacher a boy like me could ever have. I definitely didn't mind the study sessions we had; in his room, my room, the woods by his building; that stairwell, damn. I really was falling more and more into Alex. He was definitely into me. "What time is Marisol coming over on Saturday?" "I don't know, I didn't ask her." "But she's coming over right?" "Yeah. You told me to invite her remember?" "Aye Javi, she's your girlfriend, you should've invited her without me telling you to when you knew I was having a big dinner for everybody." "Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "Don't whatever me, you should be spending time with her around your family." "We already spend time together; more than enough," I said it flatly. "Too much time sometimes." "What's wrong, you guys fighting or something?" She must've heard the tone in my voice. "No." "So what's wrong then?" She asked me. She always knew when something was bothering me. "Nothing." "Javier?" "Ma, forget it already, damn," I got a little annoyed. "Fine," she huffed. "I just don't see why you're getting so upset every time I say something about Marisol," she looked over at me. "Is she pregnant?" "Oh my god ma, will you stop please? No she's not pregnant." "Good," she said. I shook my head in disbelief. My father and mother knew I was sexually active or they assumed I was. I never told them whether I was or wasn't, and it wasn't a conversation we needed to have. They didn't know how much or what I did, and they definitely didn't know part of it was with Alex. My father mostly stuck to giving me looks of unspoken understanding about what I was up to. He just assumed it was with girls or alone. He for sure knew I jerked off. Any father with a teenage son most likely did. We never talked about it. It was like don't ask, don't tell; he never asked, I never told. Saturday came around fast. My mother was up early that morning preparing everything. My father was up too, looking for something on the sports channel for college football in between watching the news. There was always pre-recorded or new programming he could find. I woke up around eleven, took a piss, jerked off, and went downstairs. The house smelled good. I was wearing thin, cotton, navy, sweat shorts, and an undershirt. I went into the kitchen. "Hey," I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I opened the refrigerator and got the orange juice out. "Use a cup," my mother scolded me. "Where's dad?" "Where else?" She nodded toward the living room. "Papi," I yelled out. "In here," he called back. "Oh! Touchdown!" "Papi!" I whined. "What!" "Mom said I could get a car!" I yelled out. "Javier!" She looked at me. I smiled. "What?" My father came into the kitchen. "What did you say?" "Ma said I could get a car," I lied again. He looked at me and then at her. She didn't look at either of us. She went on chopping up onions. "You did?" My dad looked at her. "No I didn't. He asked for a car, I never said we were getting you one. I said I would talk to your father about it." "Why do you want a car, you don't even have a license?" He looked back at me. "That's what I said," my mom told him. "I need a car Papi and I'll get my license." "You know how expensive a car is mijo? What's wrong with the bus?" "The bus doesn't have tail fins or tinted windows." "Why do you need those?" "Really Papi?" I gave him a look. "It's because he sees the car Alex has and he wants one like it." "It's is a nice car," I told her. "It is, but Alex pays for it. He's responsible for it. You don't know what it's like to have to be responsible for a vehicle." "Because I don't have one. How am I supposed to learn if I don't have one to learn with?" "He's got a point," my father said. My mother gave him a look. "Who's side are you on?" She rolled her eyes. My father smiled and went to her. "Mi amor, tú tienes mi corazón." "So no car then?" I asked them. I just got looks. Damn. "I'm going to take a shower." "Call Marisol and find out what time she's coming." "Okay." I didn't call Marisol. I text Alex instead to see if he was sure he was still coming over. He was; that was all I cared about. He said he'd be over around four. I asked about the club and that girl Carmen. He told me everything. We actually had a pretty good conversation and it wasn't sexual. We talked all the time before then, but this felt different. It was sweet. It was nice. Maybe I was crazy, but it felt like a conversation couples had just our of caring for one another. I realized it then, that I was wrong about not getting into a boyfriend thing with him. I wanted it. I wanted to be his boy. My mother had everything set out by the time people got to the house. As usual the men took over the living room with my father while the women mostly hung around the kitchen with my mother. Nicky and Elena were in the back somewhere with the other kids. I was back and forth, but mostly with the guys. Every time I heard the door, I looked over to see who it was. I was looking for Alex. My mother got excited when someone came in. I thought it was him, but it was Marisol. I went over to her, gave her a kiss, and introduced her to whoever didn't know her. She stayed close to me, sitting by me in the living room, and not really interacting with anyone else. I expected it since she only knew me, my mother and father, and maybe one of my aunts. She was there for close to ten minutes when the door opened again and the ladies got excited again. I got up and went over when I heard the voice. It was Alex. "S'up. It's about time you showed up," I slapped his hand and hugged him. "I had to get the car looked at," he said. "What happened to it?" "The brake fluid was leaking and one of the tires needed to be changed," he went to say hello to his mother and my mother. "See Javi," my mother said. "Alex tell him how much responsibility it is to own a car," she urged him. I gave her a look. Alex smiled. "You're getting a car?" He asked me. "No." "Good because you don't need one," he winked. "Whatever." "Where's your dad?" "Where else?" We all said. "Come on," I told him. "Before you end up half naked on the table for these tigers," me and Alex looked at my mother and laughed, and went into the living room. "If it isn't Papichulo," my father teased. He hugged him. "You keeping your clothes on these days?" "Not really," Alex joked. "You better be careful, Pancha is coming later." Alex was a Papichulo; no doubt about that. I studied him for a minute. He was wearing dark red jeans, white sneakers, and a white, V neck, long sleeve, knit shirt. The tattoo on his neck was just so right and that ass; oh my god, that ass! I almost bust a nut looking at it as discreetly as I could, especially with Marisol right there. "Um, this is Marisol," I told him. "Marisol, this is Alex." "Nice to meet you," she smiled and shook his hand. "Yeah, you too. She's your girl right?" He looked over at me with a wicked smile. "Yeah," I smiled. "You too pretty to be with him, you need to dump his ass and get you Marc Anthony or somebody," he teased and winked at me. "Thank you," Marisol smiled. "But Javi is a lot cuter than Marc Anthony." "Thank you baby," I leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll be right back," I told her. "Yo, come upstairs for a minute, I got the new adapter for the game system," I told Alex. He knew I was lying, but he went along with it. "Oh word?" "Yeah," I nodded. "Let me check it out then." "Cool, we'll be back," I told her. She nodded. "Okay." We went upstairs, went inside my room, closed the door, and got in each other's arms. He held me so close to his body with his arms wrapped around me the right way. He kissed the side of my neck, my cheek, and on the mouth; twice. He slid his tongue in my mouth and made out with me, and then just held me. We held each other. I looked at him for a second and then started kissing the side of his neck; sucking on it, and just enjoying the moment. "Ssss... damn Papi, you gonna give me a hard on." I took that has a personal challenge. I bit his neck softly, right over his tattoo, then licked it. I went back to sucking on him while I slid my hand down his chest and stomach to his crotch. I cupped it, lifted it, and squeezed it. His balls and dick were ready for handling. It didn't take a whole lot to swell him up. I stopped sucking on his neck and looked down at the bulge in my cupped hand. It reminded me of the first time I noticed it. I'd seen it a lot since. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and reached inside his boxers. I rubbed his whole dick and took it out.