By Chris Carr
Copyright © 05/01/2005
...After the third call, Jalend picked up the phone. The caller ID only indicating an "unknown caller" the most that he knew was that it wasn’t his uncle.
"Hello?"
"Can I speak to Marlon?"
"Yo, you got the wrong number."
Hanging up, he returned to the kitchen for more juice. He’d just settled on the couch again when the phone rang again. Ignoring it, he sipped his juice, idly regarding the singing group on the TV.
A lazy day, he’d not dressed, parking in front of the TV in his boxers. His head resting on his knee, he felt a sudden familiar urge, his dick swelling for no particular reason. Softly caressing his leg, he frowned as the phone rang again. He’d never heard his uncle’s phone ring so much.
Reluctantly picking it up, the caller again asked for Marlon.
"Yo, ain’t no Marlon here," He snapped, slamming the phone down.
Not a minute later, the phone rang again. The caller unidentifiable, he stared at the headset a few, finally answering it again.
"Can I speak to Marlon?"
"Man ain’t no…" Pausing, Jalend inquired, "Yo, who’s Marlon?"
"Ain’t you Marlon?"
"No, who told you Marlon was here?"
"Yo’ message. From the PL?" More confused than ever, Jalend stared at the phone.
"Yeah, remember, you like ‘em big? You said I could reach you at this number. This the Drilla, nigga and I got a big one!"
The Drilla? Jalend mouthed, sitting up. His dick jumping in his boxers, he felt it lengthening as he listened.
"Pullin’ on nine inches right now," The subtle, husky voice detailed. "So you wanna hook up?"
"Hookup?"
"Yeah, where you at?"
"Lynwood."
"Damn, I ain’t nowhere from there. What’s the address?"
Hesitating, Jalend looked down, surprised at how hard his dick was.
"Where you live?" The voice anxiously insisted.
"9956, Woodley," Jalend said, shocked at himself...
****
The excited knock at the door startling him, Jalend stared at it. Cautiously approaching it, he peered through the peephole. A handsome man in his twenties stood at the door, a baseball cap on his head. Staring at the bulge in his joggers, Jalend felt his own dick respond...
Opening his pants,
his uncle pulled his
hard dick out. His eyes bucking, Jalend stared at it, astonished. Longer than
The Driller’s, the only difference was that it wasn’t as fat. His dick
bobbling excitedly in front of him, Jalend couldn’t take his eyes off the
incredible pole.
"Show me what you did," Louis instructed, holding his dick.
Glancing up at him, Jalend couldn’t believe his ears. Was his uncle asking him to do what he thought? Astounded, he slowly knelt before him, reaching for his dream dick with trembling hands...
********
"No unc," He’d pleaded, struggling with his gorgeous uncle when Louis lay him on the bed.
"I’m sorry. I won’t do it again," He pleaded, his uncle snatching his boxers off.
"From now on, you tell me everything," Louis ordered.
"Mmm… ok unc… everything."
"Com’on unc, what we waitin’ for?" Jalend countered, stroking his softening tube.
Approaching the baffled man he pulled his hand to his restored hardness. "You know you want it," Jalend whispered. Glancing one last time at Roland, Louis cautioned,
"This doesn’t…"
"I know unc," Jalend grinned, "Moms ain’t got to know nothin’." Kissing him on the cheek, the youth smiled, then shivered when Louis wormed a finger between his legs.
Laying his head on his uncle’s shoulder, Jalend bit his bottom lip as his uncle diddled his inviting hole. His arm locking around Louis’ neck, he winked at Roland, who stood idly by, watching the proceedings. Cocking his finger at the man, he called him over...
Just who is Marlon and why the calls? A torrid story of seduction and discovery, follow Jalend, a curious, seducer who picks up the phone and finds out.