Visiting the Old Neighborhood

[NYCBlackMuscle]

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Visiting the Old Neighborhood
Part 1

I lay on the bed, exhausted, one arm trailing over the side and my hand on the floor. I was positioned where Malek had thrown me earlier, my groin pressed into the sweaty sheets, my ass long since pounded down into submission. For the first time in what seemed like forever I could breathe deeply, my torso finally free from the crushing weight that had pressed onto me for most of the night.

Through one barely opened eye I looked across the small, shabby studio into the kitchenette where I could see the feet and calves of... what? My friend? Assailant? I hardly knew, and as I lay there, trying to decide, my traitorous mind begin to fixate on the size of that bulbous, distended calf. It was huge, almost inhuman, and I knew if I allowed my gaze to rise, past his knee to the immensity of his thigh, I would be lost again, unable to tear myself away from this fantasy come to life.

He chose that moment to move, turning slightly, and the perfect diamond shape of the muscle flexed, muscle fibers individually outlined underneath the dark skin, veins writhing like roads across a rocky, mountainous landscape. It threw me backwards, to another time and place, when our roles were reversed and I was my own master.

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I grew up in Coleman, back when the name meant all kinds of things, none of them good. It was only seven subway stops from the city but it might as well have been in another universe. Nowadays, even with the economy in the tank, Coleman and Langston Heights are a kind of paradise compared to the dark days of my childhood. I learned at a young age to keep my head down, nod to the guys trying to be tough and cross the street when I saw the real hardcore thugs, the guys seemingly bent on doing time, for drugs or beat downs or whatever else they could find to get into.

I was little as a kid so I learned to be fast, which usually meant getting out of an ugly situation as quickly as I could without worrying what others thought. I figured it was better to look like a coward than to end up bruised and bloody, or worse. That?s how I met Malek ? he was small like me and even quicker off the mark. One day between classes I saw this skinny, little dark-skin kid being pushed around, literally pushed back and forth between these two big dudes, his head hung low and his backpack clutched to his stomach. When one of the dudes paused to run his eyes appreciatively up and down a nearby sister the skinny kid took the opportunity to slide to the right and dash between two onlookers to freedom. I was impressed.

Later that day I saw him in my math class, back in the corner, big brown eyes looking out of a wary face. It was mid-semester and I realized he?d been there all along, just below my radar. Our eyes caught and I nodded, not because he was tough but because he was a brother in obscurity.

Sometime after that we started talking, a ?Wassup?? in the halls, a ?Hey man,? on the street in the neighborhood, and then casual conversations in the lunchroom, squeezed into the ranks seated at a corner table, out of sight from the bigger, rowdier kids. I learned his name was Malek, that he lived with his mother, brother and two sisters over on Rogers Street, a couple blocks from school. His home wasn?t far from where I lived with my aunt and uncle in a red brick apartment building on Macon. We used to meet halfway between the two, jackets zipped up high as we roamed the neighborhood, watching trouble but doing our damndest to stay out of it.

My aunt Lurie used to chuckle at the sight of us, two skinny 8th graders, Malek dark skinned with a short fro, me light skinned with almost-straight hair cropped close, both about 5? 6? and not much more than 200 pounds between us. We had fun and we stayed safe, which was all that really mattered back then. And somewhere along the way we became best friends, Malek and Jay, dark and light twins, exploring the streets of Coleman and Langston Heights and over the hazily defined border into Greenpark.

Childhood lasts forever when you?re young, dragging on year after boring year. It?s only when you look back that it seems short ? a few crystal clear memories punctuate that mass of endless days but most of that faraway time is forgotten. I can?t remember much of what Malek and I did between 8th and 12th grade but I remember how our friendship came to an end.

The first problem was that I started to grow. It took until I was 16, long after most of the guys in the neighborhood had physically matured, but when it happened I seemed to shoot up overnight, reaching just over 6 feet tall by senior year. Malek started to grow too but his spurt ended almost as soon as it began. I don?t think he was even 5? 8? though he always claimed more.

Then came girls. They always ignored us as runts but as I grew taller they started looking my way, smiling and swaying, touching my arms and my uncommon hair. My first girlfriend had to ask me out because I was so shy but after that I got used to the attention and I dated a succession of them, all dark-skinned and cute, with big tits and asses. I was smart enough to use a condom, always, knowing that I wasn?t going to spread kids around like some guys were already doing in high school. I guess I earned a reputation after a while.

It was one girl in particular that busted things up for me and Malek. Her name was Laneah and she had been a part of the neighborhood as long as we had, just one of those girls you see around, shorter than most but attractive in her own way. I don?t know why Malek fixated on her but he did, telling me that she was perfect and that someday he?d date her, marry her, spend his life with her. I just laughed, maybe a little unkindly because I saw her as another replaceable chick, one of many that you could have before moving on to the next better one.

When he finally got up the courage to approach her Malek was unstoppable. He was on her constantly, trying so hard to make her want him like he wanted her. From my position of experience it looked to me like she was playing him, glad of the attention but not interested enough to take it any further.

She proved me right one day when I ran into her at a Saturday night house party thrown by one of the girls at school. I went with a couple guys I knew but not Malek ? I don?t think he was even invited. Laneah was there and by her second beer was whispering in my ear all the things she wanted to do to me. I pushed her away, disgusted, and made out with another girl from my English class.

A couple weeks later she hit it off with this thug kid, a dropout who sold weed down on the corner of Rizer Avenue. Malek was really upset when he found out so I tried to make him feel better, telling him she wasn?t worth the trouble. He got mad or maybe he just turned his anger at being rejected against me.

?Fuck you,? he shouted, glaring up at me. ?You don?t fuckin? know about her.?

?I know she a skank,? I shot back. ?Knew it when she tried to get with me at Dee?s party.?

He opened his mouth to deny it but the look on my face must have told him it was true. Instead he just grunted and turned away. He began walking toward his building but a second later he was running down the street, his skinny legs flashing back and forth, his thin calves visible at the bottom of his board shorts.

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I realized he?d been drinking a protein shake. I guess I shouldn?t have been surprised ? I?m sure it took a lot of them to maintain size like that. He finished the last of it with an audible gulp and rinsed the shaker under the tap. Then he turned and lumbered back towards the bed.

For a moment I got a complete look at him, head to toe. It was still difficult for me to connect this huge mass of a man to the little kid I?d known back in the day. He was still 5? 8?, maybe, but in the nine years I was away he looked like he?d tripled his weight. It was like there was a flesh and blood tank rolling towards me, all ripped, striated muscle. His upper body was massive with huge pecs and jutting lats that somehow cut into a still miniscule waist, a dense and rock hard eight pack armoring his midsection. His gorilla-like arms hung down from enormous, rounded delts, his biceps fighting with his lats for space.

His legs flared out below his waist, each thigh an obscenely rounded mass of muscle, the head of his quads thick enough to grab individually. He?d made me lick them earlier, alternately flexing and relaxing them, my tongue following the grooves between the muscle. For a moment he?d caught my head between his thighs and squeezed, as if in warning.

And pushing out from his groin, swinging back and forth with his rolling gait, was his dick. I?d never seen him nude when we were kids but I don?t know how word of that dick didn?t get around the neighborhood. Even now, soft after a nut down my throat and two up my ass, it was longer than mine when I?m rock hard. When he was hard it had to be 10 or 11 inches, a porn sized dick attached to a competition class body.

This dark skinned behemoth, bigger than any of the muscle heads I?d pursued and sometimes caught since escaping Coleman after high school, was Malek, my friend and fellow runt. How was that even possible?

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That final semester of our senior year in high school Malek and I didn?t see much of each other. We still said hey in the halls or on the street but we stopped hanging out like we used to. I think he was still mad about Laneah and I was kind of embarrassed by him, that little dude I used to hang with that my newer friends didn?t get. I can?t even remember the last time I saw him, probably just somewhere around the neighborhood, one of those guys you see that you used to be friends with.

My grades were good enough to earn a merit scholarship so I went away to college in the fall. After I left my aunt and uncle packed up and moved to North Carolina to be near family. Coleman receded into the background, became that place I was from, good for raised eyebrows and appreciative nods from people who had heard of it on the news or in hip hop songs.

College is where I got turned out, where I figured out what some of the confusing feelings I?d had over the years really meant. I dated a bunch of girls my freshman year, enough to earn yet another reputation, but nothing serious happened. Then in a science course the professor paired us up alphabetically and that?s how I met this brother, Leo. He was on the wrestling team, a player in his own right, and we hit it off right away. He wasn?t really interested in academics, which were pretty easy for me, so he said I should be in charge of our science lab work. I asked him what he was going to be charge of and he laughed and said he?d work me out.

He meant the gym. He was a pretty big guy, a little shorter than me but a lot thicker with muscle. As an athletic scholarship student he knew what paid the bills so he was religious about practice and his workouts. He said I could workout with him, put on some size.

I was good looking, the girls all told me that, and I was tall and lean, but I didn?t have much muscle. It just never seemed that important to me. I took Leo up on his offer, though, and the fucker beat me up bad ? after our first workout I was sore as hell. He just gave me a look when I tried to back out of our second session and told me I better be there or else. I went.

In a couple months I was looking pretty good, tighter and leaner but gaining some muscle mass. I also found out I really liked hanging with Leo. He was always the leader in our friendship, the guy who decided what we were doing and when. We used to pick up girls together, take them back to our respective rooms and then brag later about the sex we had. Damn, he had some hot stories ? I used to get excited just hearing him describe what he did to those girls. I didn?t think about it too deeply but maybe he did.

One day after our workout he said we should go to his apartment off campus, that his roommate was home visiting his parents so we could hang out. When we walked in he nodded towards the bathroom and told me I should take a shower. It seemed like a good idea so I did. A few minutes later as I was washing off the sweat the shower curtain pulled back and Leo climbed in.

I was surprised ? like stupidly surprised, unable to understand why my friend was in the shower with me, both of us naked. He just smiled and said, I still remember, ?Hey cuz?, then grabbed the bar of soap and began lathering up his body. And this got me looking at him, really looking. We were about the same color, pretty light skinned, but he was more built, more powerful. As I watched the soap gliding over his pecs and arms, down his ridged stomach to is fat dick, several shades darker than the rest of him, I wondered what it would be like to have that strength, to grapple with another built brother, muscle to muscle.

I looked back up to his face and found him staring at me, that smile still playing around his lips.

?You like what you see,? he said, making it a statement and not a question.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. He kinda laughed and stepped closer to me, reaching out with the soap and rubbing it onto my chest. Fuck, the second he touched me my dick shot up, telling him and me everything I couldn?t say. When he grabbed it my knees almost buckled and I reflexively latched onto his shoulders. He slid in close, his head going next to mine, his mouth at my ear.

?It?s ok nigga, you gonna like this. Gonna make you feel good.?

By now I could feel his dick getting hard too, thick and insistent next to mine. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, letting me feel the power of his muscle, pushing the wind out of my lungs. His tongue went into my ear and a shiver ran up my spine, into my head and out my mouth as a low moan.

?Yeah, you like that,? he whispered, and then turned me around in the shower so I faced the back wall, him behind me. I felt the bar of soap run across my shoulders and the down my back, from one side to the other, until it rested on the shelf of my ass. I could feel Leo?s dick pushing between my legs, the fat head sliding out from beneath my balls. My own dick was brick, harder than with any of the girls, precum bubbling out of the tip.

He slid the soap down the crack of my ass while pushing my feet apart with his. I felt it rubbing across my asshole and shuddered, trying and failing not to moan again. I moaned even louder when he began to rub my hole with one of his soapy fingers, moving in a circle around the puckered rim before pressing into the middle. He did this for a few minutes, the finger going deeper and deeper into my ass until he touched a place that made me scream out his name. Then he did it again, several times in quick succession, making me go up on my toes and scrabble at the wall with my fingers.

He added another finger and then another, and I took it all, so fucking turned on I couldn?t even think about what was happening and why I was letting it happen. All the while he kept talking to me in a low, quiet voice, telling me how much I liked it and how nice my ass was. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out and I sensed him shuffling forward before I felt something much larger pushing at my asshole.

For a second I think I had a choice, but just for a second. Leo wasn?t looking for permission and I think that even if I?d changed my mind then, just before I gave up what I thought was my masculinity, he would have forced me to go through with it. It didn?t matter, though, because I didn?t stop him. I stood there braced against the shower wall as he pushed the mushroom head of his dick into my virgin hole, stretching it wider and wider until I almost screamed again. Then he was in and my ass closed tight around his thick shaft, measuring every vein as he pushed it up in me. My moans became continuous as he pressed himself all the way home, paused and then pulled back until my hole grabbed at his head again. Then drove it all back into me, hard, his pecs and abs pressing me up against the wall. His hands grabbed my wrists and held them above my head as he began to pistion his lower body, fucking me deep.

?Thas right, nigga,? he panted, ?take that dick. Fuckin? take that dick.?

He was too big for my uneducated ass, his fuck too rough for someone who?d never even considered doing anything like this. But I didn?t care that it hurt, I didn?t flinch at the increasingly abusive language he chanted into my ear as screwed me. I began to push back to meet his stroke, the slap as our bodies met ringing in my ears.

He shifted his angle of attack and I screamed again as he stretched me from the inside. For a fleeting second I wondered if this was how all those girls felt when I did them, if this is what had got them so wet and excited. But then I forgot about them, all those nameless girls. All I could think about was Leo and his dick.

I almost didn?t recognize my orgasm when it came, it was a million times more intense then what I?d felt before. My dick spasmed as I began to shoot against the wall and my ass clamped down on Leo, forcing a guttural yell from him. A few seconds later he rammed deep into me and I felt his dick vibrate as he shot his load, painting my guts.

For twenty or thirty seconds we stood there, the shower water still spraying our legs and feet. As he began to pull his dick from me I stayed up against the wall, eyes closed, mind gone. I vaguely heard him wash up and then climb out. It took me a couple more minutes to gather my strength and turn back to the water. I cleaned up, my mind adrift, afraid of what I?d find when I stepped back out into the real world.

Finally I turned off the water and climbed out too. The bathroom was empty but there was a clean towel laid out next to the sink. I dried off, dressed and then forced myself to walk down the hallway to the half dark front room. Leo was sitting clothed on the couch watching cartoons, his bald head gleaming in the flickering light from the TV.

?I?m hungry,? he said without looking up at me. ?Let?s get something to eat.?

?Yeah, ok,? I replied and then waited for him to put on his shoes. We had burgers and fries at a place near campus where Leo chatted up the two girls at the next table and got a phone number from the one with braids.

We split up after we ate and I went back to my dorm, grunting at my roommate who was also watching cartoons. I locked the door of our bathroom and undressed before the mirror. I looked pretty much the same, except for a couple marks here and there where Leo had sucked my skin or grabbed me too hard. Nothing that wouldn?t disappear in a day or two.

I turned and looked over my shoulder into the mirror at my ass, round and tight with the clear image of Leo?s fingers bruised into my left cheek. Gingerly, I separated the two halves and ran my finger over my sore hole, wincing at the pain this caused. Amazingly I wasn?t ripped or torn, just swollen and red. I relaxed a bit and for the first time wondered what the fuck I had just done.

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Malek ran a rough calloused hand over my ass, sliding over its smoothness before gripping the muscle tightly. I gasped and my eyes flew open wide, wondering if he was going to hit it again, roughly stretching me open like he had several times already tonight. He was standing next to the bed, his body seeming to take up more space than a man should fill. I looked up into his face and he was staring down at me, his dark eyes the only familiar sign of the boy I?d once known. He had a goatee now and a thin beard that followed his jawline up to his sideburns. They were clean and sharp like he?d just gone for shapeup at the barber.

?How?d you get so fucking big,? I asked, the words out of my mouth before I even knew they were coming.

He shrugged, his shoulders heaving like mountain ranges, his eyes never leaving mine.

?Dunno man, I just keep getting bigger. My boys at the gym think it?s crazy.?

I nodded in agreement, conscious of his possessive hand still holding my ass. I had only returned to Coleman on a whim, a trip to the old neighborhood when I flew back to the city for a work meeting. A lot had changed since I was young ? there was a more money and a lot more white people than before. Still, the bedrock was the same and there were some of the old people around, a few storeowners that I used to know. My old building had been gut renovated and turned into condos.

I walked around and ended up on Rogers Street, which was less gentrified than others for some unknowable reason. Malek?s old building didn?t look much different and neither did the group of brothers on the stoop of the building next door. I passed by them, slipping into my old street guise, and only stopped when I heard someone call my name.

He was sitting and obscured by two other guys but when he stood I couldn?t help reacting with shock, not because I recognized him but because of the sheer size of the man. There are lots of brothers who work out and some of them look too fucking fine for words, but I didn?t expect to see a real bodybuilder at that moment, and a huge one at that. Plus he was saying my name and giving me this half smile, or half sneer.

He was dressed in a ridiculously tight wife beater and long black shorts that ended just above his calves. He was a dark skinned brother with a skin fade and a goatee, shorter than me but at least twice as wide. It wasn?t until he stepped up closer that my brain somehow connected his face to a chain of memories.

?Malek?? I asked in a hoarse voice.

?What the fuck you doing back here?? he asked in return, putting out a hand. I automatically clasped his hand and then grimaced as he squeezed, hard, pulling me into a brotha man?s half hug. It was like hitting a brick wall.

?Just taking a look around, wanted to see what it?s like now.?

Malek nodded, still holding my hand tightly gripped in his. ?It?s aiight, I guess, cleaner than it used to be. Fuckin? tired of the people from the city, though.?

He wasn?t just bigger, it wasn?t only his size that set him apart from the Malek from before. He was more confident, borderline cocky, as if his personality had grown along with his physique. I doubted anyone had pushed this guy around recently.

He looked up at the apartment building in front of us, the one next door to where he had lived when we were kids.

?Mom?s still in the old place but I live here. Come on up,? he said and then led me through his boys on the stoop, laughing at a joke from one of them. The door to the street had been propped open by a telephone book that he kicked aside as we entered the cool, dark building.

[Mdlftr]

NYCBlackmuscle,

This is really good writing. The descriptions, the narrator's state of mind -- very well done!

Didn't you have a couple of "take offs" of Absman420's "Milk Man" a year or so ago? Your descriptive style seems very reminiscent. Your are one of the few (perhaps only) writers on here who gives a convincing description of New York City and its many neighborhoods.

I look forward to hearing about more muscle growth and descriptions!

Mdlftr

[mlbjock]

Awesome description man. I really enjoyed this story.

[arpeejay]

Oh, yes, indeed! Very nice! I look forward to more, more, more (please, and soon!)

xoxo

Richard

[NYCBlackMuscle]

Thanks for the compliments - I'm working on the next installment now. As always, it's just a matter of making myself finish.

Yes, I did a take on Absman's Milk Man series. That's still ongoing as well, though I'm a bit late on the next installment.

Thank you for the comment about my descriptions of New York. Actually, the neighborhoods I name here are not real - in fact I don't think the story takes place in NYC but rather a fictional big city analogous to it. Still, that's feel I wanted to give so I'm glad it came across.

More to come.