I don't know how to start Ricky. See not every story I write has a sad ending. Some don't end. Some go on forever. Flowers bloom into his smile, I take my lips and nibble the end grabbing a petal in my lips. Take it out and stroke it. Taste it. Got to be some good outta that bad, right? This is a kid I barely knew awhile ago but has since "adopted" me and we been an item for some time now. I first met him back when I was livin on Post Ave. and I never really paid it no mind. I was walking the dog that morning and he started a conversation with me. This cute little light-skinned Dominican with these raggedy cut-off shorts and a bullshit $2.00 shirt. Struck up some PitBull conversation. I thought he looked familiar. I thought maybe he was the brother of P.J., this kid that used to hang with my cousin Juan and I used to fuck around with a veces. Anyway, my uncle Joselito was there and as we were all talkin dogs, Jose reached out and grabbed a handful of shorty's nut/dick "handwich." Shorty snapped, "Hey, what the fuck nigga!" and my uncle just smiled and laughed and the kid gave the same nervous smile and laugh and right then and there I knew at one time or another my uncle had him in some way or another. It never really crossed my mind again.

At times I find myself in a hypnotised ass hunting state and would find myself on Post and around this shorty's building. Kinda outta my mind. Kinda hopin I run into him. Kinda wishin I'd end up with his ass smooshed against my face. Kinda kinda kinda. Anyhow, I never did find him. Maybe one of a dozen other niggas ended up in my bed one a those days. I always got it like that. From Vico to Pochi, to Amaudi to Joel. Never a shortage of tight round brown butts for my palms, tongue and dick to enjoy...

Anyway, time goes on - as it usually does and I started becoming real close with Vico. We started hangin on the regular and he moved in in a matter of days. His deal was like this. His mother - an alcoholic - and his father lives outta state in some Dominican community in Massachusetts. Anyway, Vico is his nickname, not his birthname. For those a yous that don 't know, vico means like cross-eyed or somethin. He definitely was. I never got to know his real name and the problem with him was he got too comfortable too fast, know what I mean? He used to be wearin my pants and shirts to school and I guess when he fucked up my Calvin Kleins by an exploding pen in his pocket, I just got bent outta shape a little. These joints was basically brand new and definitely costed way too much for him to fuck em up on a 50 cent pen. Ruined. And I never really minded if he did bring too many different people to that house, if they was cute and willin, it's just my uncle used ta flip, you know, with him pumpin dope and shit. Also, his brother is this mad queeny kid like 17 or 18 who is just plain "out" and don't give a goddam fuck and that takes balls in this fuggin drug-infested meaner-than-mean ghetto we live in. I mean he be all swishy and shit but for some reason, he never gets beat down and shit. I mean we do our thing but I ain't like no swishy kind a kid. I come off as stra8 cause it's my style, you know, hip hop and all that underground gangsta type shit with baggy saggy pants and half my ass showing, hat flipped backwards, and a row of gold fronts.

Anyways, Vico had this mad round round round ass that god gave to him in return for being cross-eyed. Been there, did that, done! Just perfect! Flipped out from his back. Light brown half circles! You know the type. Anyway they was mines till he got in the way of my jugglin acts. You know, cock blockin and shit. I mean, I never seen no rings on his fingers or nothin. just cause he gives up ass, what that means? I can't get no other ass? We never made no commitments, and he knows how many other kids I be doin at least a year before we ever flicked, so why he wanta try and fuck up my game? Specially when he used to be out to his mother's or wherever he used to go for just about every weekend. Who knows where he really went, all I know is he stayed by me Monday to Friday and left Friday night to Sunday.

The first night we slept together we smoked some herb and just fell asleep but I woke up like 2 am think I'm dreamin and just about to cum. My dick throbbin and all that and I'm dreamin I'm on the beach in Santo Domingo and I'm eight inches deep in a dark little beach monkey when I open my eyes and he's suckin me off and jerkin hisself off at the same time. That's all I needed to see, you know the resta that one.

Anyway if they ain't much talk between people I get bored kinda fast and Vico was this kid that useta let me do all the talkin and go along, agree and laugh when appropriate. Just got on my nerves after a while. I mean excellent incredible sex isn't everything now!... OR IS IT??? Well, there can always be excellent sex if you look in the right places. I asked him to leave.

It wasn't really all of a sudden as it seems. It built up over time. The real reason was that now Ricky was workin his way into the picture. I was walkin one mornin to get a cinnamon raisin bagel and coffee on the bagel cart and this kid came up to me. I didn't recognise him at first, but after I looked in his eyes, I saw it was Ricky. He was pullin on my shirt from behind, "Yo, remember me? You that nigga from Post with the dog. I remember you. Where you been?" I told him I been around and I wasted not a second and pulled my pen and paper and wrote my beeper number and my address on the paper and told him to call and we hang out, or just come over whenever. Like 2 days later the door rang at like 7 am and he was standin there with his backpack and this smile on his face and said, "Luis, can I come in, I ain't gonna go to school today."

I said, "No, go to school you need an education....... YEAH RIGHT! I yanked his arm into the apartment and double locked the door behind him. We went to the room cause I just woke up and wasn't dressed and still kinda half asleep, and I laid down. Don't you know, this kid I know not much longer than a handshake, strips down to his shorts and climbs into bed with me and wraps his leg around my leg and rests his shoulder into my armpits. DAMN! We just laid like that for like a half-hour and watched cartoons and then I just kissed the top of his head and at the same time he reached down and took my dick into his little grip through the fabric of my boxer shorts. I reached around and did the same to his little tentpole too. We faced each other as I stroked his face and stared into each other's eyes and I put my lips to his and he parted them so slightly and I pushed my tongue into his mouth and met his and we chased tongues for a few seconds until he pivoted around me and laid on top of me, dicks lined up on top of each other and he was makin these little hump motions and finally I slipped my hands under the elastic of his shorts and was feelin up his ass as he was grinding under and pushing the finger I placed near his hole into hisself deeper and deeper. The whole time we are consuming each other's mouths. Deep kissing. And let me tell you bro that deep kissin other boys is the most erotic foreplay of my life. There's just somethin about it that gets me rock, word. Specially if he's the one pushin his tongue into my mouth first. It's kinda rare, It's kinda hard even findin another boy who'll kiss just a regula kiss on the lips but a full-fledged tongue down horny-ass soul kiss - almost impossible... ALMOST that is!!!!! He was one! A natural. A "Nature Boy!"

Ricky started grinding into me... askin for it. He pulled his mouth offa mine and looked into my eyes before he lowered his head, pulled down my boxers, and started lickin my balls and the bottom of my shaft. He licked my dick straight up and wrapped his lips around the head and massaged my nuts as he worked his way down. He was humpin me with his mouth and jerkin me off at the same time. This was tellin me, if nothin else, he did this before. He knew just what to do, and whoever he was doin it with before was a person who could cum cause the way he worked on me, he was trying to work up a load - FAST!

A shiver ran through my body before it tensed and cum started to run out the corners of his mouth. Obviously his mouth was filled and whatever he couldn't swallow in time was overflowin. I lifted him up and shoved my tongue to his and let the cum swim around on botha our tongues. Maybe I sucked my own dick, or wanted to anyway.

A favor must be returned. I trace circles around his face with my fingertips. I lick his lips from the outside. Lick down his neck and work my way to his nipples. Suck around what in a few years will be muscles. He loves me and I love him back. We are one in the same. For the moment, possibly. Only god knows for sure. Licking his stomach. I'm in heaven, as is he.

I work my way down to the staff of life. Take him in and turn him out. He doesn't want to climb on top, seize his captor and go to work, he'd much rather lie there letting me work him into orgasmic frenzy. He does. I do. He convulses, shakes, shivers, and a tiny drop of dew comes to the tip. His first. I take the tip of my tongue, extend it, taste it. Take the drop into my mouth. Vanilla. Sweet sweet vanilla. His first. The first drops of life. Sweet, smoky scent. I savor the moment. Let the drop linger on my tongue. Proud that I'm the one that both god and Ricky have decided to bless with his sacred juice. An image burned at the moment of climax in both of our memories. Forever ours to share. SO sacred it can only be touched by us. Ours. Binding us forever.

He laid in my arms for what seemed like hours. We fell asleep like that. Him at my side. One of his arms draped across my chest. The other hand fondling my balls. His head on my chest as if he's trying to hear my heartbeat and join it with his. Chests rising and falling at the same time. Breaths are as one. One of my palms resting on the warm mound of flesh below his back. Fingers so naturally curving to the form and using his sweat to lubricate the entry into him. I know it's only a matter of days or even hours before I consume him in the fullest way. Maybe even a matter of minutes. To see something so perfect, so beautiful and to know it's yours. It's the same feeling one probably gets on a Christmas morning with so many presents under the tree for them. Only for them. Even gots their name on it. Well, I never had a Christmas but this mutha fuckin ass all hot, steamy and ready and in my hand got my name on it bro, you can bet that shitl We dozed off and I woke up in about an hour or two.

I scooted down and put my face to his cheeks. Took little love bites, nibbles. Licked. Slobbed. I drove my face between the cheeks as I parted them with both hands. He pushed his butt up to my face as hard as he could. I took a deep breath in. Bittersweet! Licked around the ring and started to tongue away at his passage. In a matter of minutes I had half my tongue inside and was workin my spit in and around to lube it up and stretch it open. I made him squirm. I was grindin my dick into the mattress. I worked on his dick and nuts underneath as I no longer needed my hands to hold him open, he was using his instead. He held his ass open and I was suckin, stretchin, lickin, spittin, droolin, spreadin, just all around gettin his sweet little ass ready for my dick.

He maintained holdin himself opened as I climbed on top and guided my dick into him. He was pushin the head of my dick right into his waiting, slippery hole. It went in with little resistance. I started slow as I know I'm kinda hung and he's still small. I took my time. In to the hilt. I was takin full healthy strokes and now I was starting to get bored so I flipped him over tried on the straight on approach so I can look him in the eyes and kiss him at the same time. I hope he's ready cause I'm a kid who takes a long time to cum and the more I want the ass the longer it takes me to bust a nut... 45 minutes later and I'm still sawin away. Finally I pull out. "POP!" (also the sound of champagne opening) I pull on my dick like 10 times and shoot a load right over his head with a few drops catchin his stomach and his neck.

We collapse in a mass of sweat, cum and ecstasy... I woke up around 1:00 pm. "Yo Ricky, wake up nigga, we gotta get up, it's gettin late. We gotta take a mutha fuckin shower and if I don't eat nothin bro I'm gonna die, word, my stomach is touchin my back!" He looked up sleepily and I'm not even sure he heard a word I said but I got up and walked to the bathroom and he followed behind rubbin his eyes. I turned on the shower and put the plug in the bath and stepped in. He followed behind and stood in front of me. Ricky reached out like you do when the cops tell you "GET AGAINST THE WALL AND SPREAD EM!" His hands on the tiles and his legs spread as I smooched the cake of soap between his cheeks to get a lather. I ran the bar along his back and up and down his legs, then set it aside and ran my hand all over his smooth little body and proceeded to wash him. He got hard even faster than me. I turned around and he did the same to me. Soaped up my body and we stood under the spray of the shower and let the water wash all the soap off. We just stood there for a good 10 minutes with our eyes closed, hugging. If he was the same place I was, we were together under a waterfall in Dominican Republic. Naked. Standing in a shallow pool of the waterfall. Parrots singing in the trees and coloring the already beautiful trees. Together. Alone. Together. A warm tropical breeze carrying honey-scented air everywhere. My country. My home. My heart. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears and I opened my eyes to see white-tiled walls and a sky-blue shower curtain. just me and my nature boy.

We stepped from the shower and dried each other and went into the kitchen. He was skipping behind me like the tropical gnome that he is. "What you want kid?" I asked.

"Whateva!" was his one-word reply. We decided on mangu, fried eggs, fried cheese and morirsonando (fresh squeezed orange juice with condensed milk and spices) to wash it all down. We ate like kings or queens or better yet, princes. The whole time naked. Two nature boys, not one! He's my nature boy and I'm yours.

We went back to the bedroom and sat back on the bed and flipped the TV to Gilligan's Island. He grabbed my chin and turned my face to look into my eyes and put his eyes like less than an inch from my eyes and looked straight into them. Probably trying to see if he can see himself in my soul. He's in there but I'm not sure if he can tell. Here he goes again and starts with the kissing... here we go again. "Wait Ricky, let's chill, I don't want to fall asleep again, let's get dressed." The little flirt. He just got up and sat down on my face. I licked around for a few seconds and gently pushed him aside as I got up to start to get dressed. Ricky just laid there with his arm draped across his face. I couldn't tell if he was crying or not so I said, "Yo!" then again, "Yo! What's up? What's the matter papi?"

"You hate me," he replied. I broke down and laughed. Yo bro, I laughed my mutha fuggin ass off, cause you know what? I was myself right there. I knew exactly where he was coming from. I remember exactly at 11 years old how I just barely stayed confused. An emotional roller coaster ride. Scared. Always ready to be used. Or better yet, always thinking everybody was using me and nobody really loved me. One minute all happy slobbin someone's knob, next minute if he don't give me 150% of his attention, well then he hated me, yup, that's it. "You hate me now, right?" His next question obviously waiting for encouraging words of love and devotion.

I replied, "Hell's no, papi, I love you the best, you my nature boy!" He threw his arm from across his eyes and jumped into my lap. Kissed me full on the lips and said, "I love you too Luis, I loved you sinced I first seend you! You dope! Everyone be sweatin you! Now they can all go fuck themselves cause now it's me and you, right Luis? Me and you, right?" I hugged him as hard as I could without breakin his toothpick ribs and kissed him on the forehead, his cheeks, his neck then his mouth. I laid him on the bed and took his hard little dick into my mouth and gave him the specialist treatment I knew how. I left him squirming on the bed as his little red dick probably coulda glowed in the dark as hot as it was. But even though I wasn't in the mood to bust another nut right now, there's plenty of time for that, but if he is as much like I was at his age, it was the kiss that scaled the envelope. The handshake that completes the contract. In other words, it was how he would know right then and there that, yes I love him. I love him with all my heart and soul. My boy. My nature boy. Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

1997