Thug Lovin' Extended version

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

Sup! I'm Zach. I'm 23 now, but this story is about my first time with a HELLA hot thug from my high school. His name is Josh. I was surprised to find that he is gay. So here is the story.

One afternoon after work I found that I had a letter from my high school. I graduated 2 years ago. They were throwing a 2-year reunion, to see how people are doing and crap like that. Well I decided to go, but I wasn't going to change anything about myself. I was going to dress normal, and not put up any fronts, trying to make people think I have changed SO much. I was going to be me.

On Saturday night I walked into my high school gym. I was wearing baggy cargo pants, and a long black T-shirt. I scanned the room. Everyone looked the same. It was hella trippy, it was like an old high school party. In the corner I saw Josh standing there, sipping on a drink. He was wearing white sagging cargo pants, and a long red t-shirt with a black jacket. Like usual he was wearing a due rag under his Yankees hat, it was backwards. He was one hella hot thug. I walked over to him.

"Sup J"

"Wow sup Zach! How the hell are you?"

"I’m chillin’ bro, you?"

"Same"

I just wanted to screw him right there, but I contained myself. 

“How have you been J? Still seeing Kelly?”

Josh smirked “hell naw dude! I let her bounce hella days ago. I’m just prowling the fields bro”

“good stuff. I’m single too, been on a few dates, but nothing.” Josh didn’t know I was gay, and I didn’t want him to know…yet.

"I'll be back in a few bro," I said.

“aiight…peace Zach”

I stepped outside to have a Cig. I needed one after that. I lit up and took a deep drag, and let it all out in one long exhale. I was leaning against the wall, just staring out. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw it was Josh.

"fuckin’ aye dude, I didn't know you smoked" josh exclaimed.

"Yea. I have been since freshman year" he laughed and stretched. Showing his boxers. He was one of those guys who sags his pants HELLA low. I think that is hot. Anyway…. 

"Dude can I bum one from you, I hella need one after this. I get real stressed at these things"

"fo’ sho’, I feel ya!" I handed him a cig. 

“Thanks homie!” he smiled and then he lit up and slowly inhaled. It was hot, the smoke billowed out from his full lips. 

"aww that’s good” he gave a half smirk and continued taking drags.

Then josh looked over and whispered. 

"You wanna go under the bleachers and smoke a jay"

"Cool" I replied.

We went under the bleachers on the football field and toked away. 

“this is a good way to handle the stress of these reunions” I laughed.


“hell yea Zach, I have been wanting to get high all afternoon. Josh took a deep hit off the jay and handed it to me.

I was getting really high.

"Dude I’m fuckin’ blazed!" I felt a tightening in my pants. I was getting horny. I quickly pulled my shirt over the bulge to hide it. I took a sip of my soda, and put it down. 

"Pass the drink over this way" Josh said. As I leaned to get the drink my shirt moved and my erect cock was visible through my pants. I didn't think josh noticed. “here ya go G.” 

“thanks dude” he smiled.

"Getting excited there dude" then he smirked again. 

"Ha-ha kinda." I replied. It was a bit awkward. So I let up another cigarette and smoked it rather quickly.

"Zach you a fudge packer."

I waited a minute and took another puff of my cigarette.

"Yea.” I said. 

“Aiight bro” josh replied and moved a bit closer to me.

“I think your hella hot josh. I have wanted to jump you since freshman year." I don't know why I was telling him this. Maybe I was more stoned then I thought.

“I’ve never fucked a G before” josh murmured.

“well homes I’m down” 

"Not here bro follow me." 

Josh led me into the football locker room. Without notice Josh pushed me against the wall and said. " Ok thug, I want you to suck me off aiight"

I was so excited. But I maintained my cool

"Aiight dawg! Let me have it." Josh pulled up his pants a bit, but they were still sagging hella low. Then he unzipped his pants and whiped out his 7 inch cut cock. "Suck it Zach, suck it bitch" wow he is forceful. But I listened. I practically jumped all over it. Sucking hard and he started humping my face. Fast. Then all of a sudden he took off his shirt. Revealing his perfect body. He was tan skinned and had rippling muscles. He was still wearing his due rag and hat, but I could now see his muscles and that his pants were hella low. He was wearing white boxers. He stopped me.

“Dude hold up.” Josh muttered. Quckly he bent me over and pulled my boxers down. I was sagging low too so he didn't even have to take off my pants. he then just without notice rammed his throbbing cock in me. I screamed then just started following his rhythm. Grinding with his hips. Faster and harder he went. We must have been in there for 1/2 an hour. He kept pulling it all the way out and ramming it back into me. 

"ohhh fuck dawg, this is so fucking hot."

I was just moaning and groaning. He lit up a cigarette while he was ramming me. HELLA hot. 

Her grunted, “FUUUUCK!” 
Finally he cummed. My ass was full of his man juices. But I liked it. He wiped himself off then. Smiled. He put his shirt back on and pulled up his pants a bit, but still sagging. 

"Dude that was hella sick! Your good at that." then he slapped my back and strutted off. I pulled up my pants and went back to the reunion. For the rest of the evening Josh was making sexual innuendos towards me.

“Zach! You got hella big feet” then he smiled. I knew what he meant. 

“haha”

The night ended. And I went home and beat off again thinking about josh ramming me. Lets just say I never missed a reunion. The thug I was hot for had me in the bathroom. And I fucking creamed. ahhh shit dude it was hot.

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