Chulito (31 page)

“You don’t wonder what Tupac’s dick looked like?” Kenny asked.

“No, I never thought about Tupac’s dick,” Chulito said.

“I think about it,” Siobhan said. “He’s dead and I still think about it.”

“He got shot in his balls once, didn’t he?” Carlos asked.

They all looked at Chulito. He nodded.

“I think Tupac was gay,” Kenny said.

“Now I know you buggin’.” Chulito said.

“C’mon, Chulito,” Carlos said. “Any rappers’ dick you want to see?”

“Right now, I got you on my mind.”

“Oh, young love,” Kenny sang.

“Well, I’m happy for you two, but all this young sexual energy is making me hungry for some Hamid.” Siobhan and Hamid left walking hand in hand. “I might see you at the dance.”

Chulito felt Carlos’ erection on his chest. “What’s all that?”

“Your mother is in Puerto Rico, right?”

Chulito looked at his watch. “She should be having dinner with her mother in Bayamon about now.” Chulito smiled. “Oh, so you don’t want to be wastin’ no time.”

“I guess I’m going to the dance alone.” Kenny handed Carlos the flowers. “See you around, lover boys. Have fun and be safe.”

It was dusk by the time Chulito and Carlos arrived in Hunts Point. Carlos sat on Chulito’s bed, but the room was much darker with the old, brown shade pulled down. Chulito knelt in front of Carlos and kissed him deeply, as Carlos took off Chulito’s white baseball cap and tossed it on the dresser. One by one, they pulled off shirts, undid belt buckles, slipped off shoes until they lay naked on Chulito’s bed facing each other. Carlos pressed his face against Chulito’s neck and inhaled. The pinkish colored streetlight switched on, giving Chulito’s smooth brown skin a soft glow. Carlos licked his neck then gently sucked an earlobe. Chulito let out a soft, “Yeah, papi.” Carlos continued his journey down Chulito’s body, softly biting his nipples, kissing his stomach and running his hands down Chulito’s back. He held Chulito’s soft round ass in his hands and pressed his face against his stiff cock. He inhaled again. He looked up at Chulito who was biting his lower lip. Carlos took Chulito’s balls in his left hand and with his right hand took hold of Chulito’s cock and pulled down its skin before slipping the cock into his mouth. He savored the salt and sweat that had accumulated there. Chulito let out a soft grunt. Carlos slid Chulito’s cock in and out of his mouth, making it slick and smooth. Chulito started to grind his hips into Carlos’ face. Carlos went all the way down, feeling Chulito deep inside his throat, and then he swallowed and the contraction of his throat sent a shiver through Chulito’s body. He squeezed Chulito’s nuts gently with one hand while he squeezed one of Chulito’s nipples with the other. Chulito pushed and shoved himself into Carlos’ mouth, then with one quick action he reached down and lifted Carlos to kiss him.

Carlos positioned himself on top of Chulito so that their cocks lay side by side sliding against each other. Chulito’s hands were like vines reaching all over Carlos’ back and ass. Their bodies began to sweat and soon they were like two slick seals gliding up and down each other. Carlos’ cock slipped between Chulito’s legs and rubbed his asshole. Chulito stiffened a little. “Relax, Chulito. We’re only doing what we both want, O.K.?”

Chulito pushed Carlos on his back. He stroked his body and held on to Carlos’ cock. “This is the first time I ever held a dick that wasn’t my own,” Chulito said. “It feels nice.” He stroked it gently and then jerked it quickly. “You got a fat head, yo.” And then he slipped it into his mouth and after a moment said, “Damn, that tastes weird but I like it, Carlos.” He continued to suck, imitating what Carlos did to him, slowly taking it into his mouth and trying to take it down his throat. He coughed a little.

Carlos chuckled. “Don’t get greedy.”

Chulito looked up to Carlos and smiled. “This shit is crazy. I can’t believe you here and I got you in my mouth. And the fellas are right down the block.”

Carlos then swung around and they both sucked gently and hungrily on each other. They traced veins and ridges with their tongues. Chulito kept wiping sweat off his face until finally he said, “I’m gonna turn on the fan.”

As Chulito walked to the dresser, Carlos said, “Damn, I think I’m gonna remember that view for the rest of my life. You have got one fine ass hiding underneath all those baggy clothes.” Carlos sat up in bed. “It’s hot, can we take a shower?”

“Sounds dope.”

The two trotted into the bathroom and laughed at their erections bouncing in front of them.

In the shower they continued to kiss. The cool water refreshed their bodies while their hands explored each other’s back, arms, shoulders and chests.

Carlos pushed Chulito against the wall and licked his back and ran his tongue right in between Chulito’s butt cheeks. When his tongue made contact with Chulito’s hole, Chulito jumped. “Yo, what you doing?”

“Trust me, if you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” Carlos reached around and took hold of Chulito’s cock with one hand and stroked it as he stuck his face between Chulito’s two plump ass cheeks and brushed his hole with his tongue. The strokes grew broader, and Chulito moaned. Carlos tickled the hole with the tip of his tongue then slipped it in a little.

“Oh shit.” Chulito pressed his hands flat against the tile wall.

“Relax, baby.” Carlos covered Chulito’s hole with his mouth and sucked and licked it while he jerked Chulito’s cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth.

“Stop, I’m gonna bust.” Chulito turned around and pulled Carlos up. “Rinse your mouth before I kiss you.”

Carlos laughed. “It’s pretty clean down there.”

“You’re a freak.”

“You like it?”

Chulito nodded like a little kid saying yes to more ice cream.

Carlos lay down on the tub, spread his legs and jerked himself as he took in Chulito’s body above.

“Damn, you are beautiful, Carlos.”

“Jerk that big dick for me.”

Chulito obeyed. “You are definitely a freak.”

After a couple of strokes Chulito stopped. “I’m gonna bust, yo. I gotta chill.”

Carlos got up and wrapped one arm around Chulito’s shoulder. “Let’s come together. I’m getting close.”

They grabbed the other’s cock and jerked while kissing and looking into each other’s eyes.

Chulito panted. “I’m almost there, Carlos.”

“Me too, keep looking into my eyes when you come.”

“Bet. Oh shit, pa.” Chulito looked down.

“Look at me. Oh fuck, I’m coming.”

Chulito and Carlos struggled to hold the other’s gaze as the climax rose up and shot out of them. Chulito felt his knees buckling as his body shuddered with every squirt. He peeked down and saw his cum sliding down Carlos’ leg. When he looked back into Carlos’ eyes, he felt the first few strong spurts from Carlos hit him right above his navel. When their spasms subsided, they held on to each other, their cum tangling in their pubic hairs and on their legs.

Chulito gently kissed Carlos’ neck. He felt peaceful and excited at the same time. He wanted to repeat “I love you” over and over again, instead he whispered, “That was dope, nigga.”

Carlos pressed his face into Chulito’s neck. “What’s today’s date?”

“I don’t know, like July 9th.”

“So July 9, 2005 was our first time together.” Carlos kissed Chulito’s nose.

July 9, 2005 was also their second, third and fourth time together.

Around midnight Carlos called his mother and said that he was going to stay over at a friend’s house.

The next morning Chulito watched Carlos sleep for a few minutes before he awoke and smiled. Carlos looked peaceful as he breathed deeply. Chulito, too, felt at peace. He didn’t have to gird himself with the bravado he wore walking the neighborhood or deal with the dangers of Rey or the game. He could just watch Carlos sleep. Watch him breathe. Seeing Carlos’ chest rise and fall. Chulito matched his breath—inhaling and exhaling. Chulito didn’t want to wake him but couldn’t resist touching him. He moved Carlos’ hair away from his eyes and kissed his nose.

Carlos awakened and grinned. “Hello, lover.”

“Hi, beautiful, I could get used to seeing this face when I wake up everyday.” Chulito kissed Carlos’ eyebrows.

“I know what you mean.” Carlos laid on top of Chulito and they hugged. Their erections were ready for the next round. “I don’t want to go into work today.”

After two more rounds that morning, Carlos used a towel to wipe himself and slipped upstairs to shower and change.

Chulito lay on his bed, still wet from their last encounter. He could feel their cum drying on his body as he listened to Carlos’ footsteps above him. Chulito got up, showered quickly and got dressed. He had to meet Kamikaze at one
P.M.
, but he wanted to accompany Carlos on his way to work. When Carlos came down to say good-bye, he was surprised to hear Chulito was going with him.

They stepped outside and Chulito instinctively checked the corner as they crossed Garrison Avenue. It was early and the fellas were not out yet. He saw Damian looking at them. “Hey, Chulito, wassup?”

“Wassup?” Chulito passed him coolly and when he looked back he saw Damian staring at them. He turned away and grinned, feeling amazing about the sex he’d shared with Carlos. He’d fantasized about what it would be like to be with Carlos, but after having tasted parts of his body for the first time he wanted more. He wanted to run and leap and sing out Carlos’ name. He looked as his hands and arms and was glad that there was no outward evidence of all the sex he’d just had. It wasn’t like after having sex his skin color had changed to blue, but inside he definitely felt different.

The train was full of rush hour passengers, so the couple stood face to face. Chulito slyly rubbed his denim against Carlos’ khakis. He looked at Carlos’ face, his hair, his neck, his hands and recalled moments of their lovemaking. His desire rose up in him until he had to look away. The other passengers read newspapers and books, listened to music on their headphones, snoozed and stared blankly at the subway ads for English classes and trade schools. They were involved in their own thoughts and none had a clue that Chulito had just had the most amazing night of his life.

Carlos leaned in and whispered, “I don’t know exactly what you are thinking, but I have a pretty good idea.”

Chulito beamed then let out a small chuckle. “Damn, Carlos. I feel high and shit.”

They shared a laugh and allowed the bumps and jerks of the train to press them together, resting on the other for an extra second or two before separating.

Carlos whispered. “I love you, Chulito.”

Chulito nodded. “I love you, too, pa.”

Chulito sat on a parked car and waited for Kamikaze. It was after one P.M. but still early by Kamikaze’s standards.

Damian crossed the street. “Wassup, Chulito?” He was shirtless as usual and his skin had turned a deep, dark reddish-brown from being in the sun.

“Chillin’, waitin’ for Kaz.” Chulito turned down his headset.

“Did you do anything special last night?”

Although Chulito felt the heat of a nervous blush, he calmly said, “Nah, I came home early and went to bed.”

“Yeah, I saw you come in, it was like eight o’clock. I was sitting in a car across the street talking to Debbie. You know I tapped that shit last night, bro.”

“Debbie’s hot.”

“No fucking doubt.” Damian trotted back to the auto glass shops.

“He’s fine but the biggest asshole on this block,” Puti said from her window.

“Hey, Puti.” Chulito didn’t look up.

“Orange is your color, Chulito, and with the white you look like a tasty Creamsicle. Can I lick you?”

“Chill, Puti.”

“You ain’t got something on you?”

“You know I don’t carry shit.”

“Not even a little personal bag that you could give to an old friend?”

“Sorry.”

“Then, since I can’t lick you, you want to go buy me a Creamsicle on the corner? I got a dollar.”

Chulito considered her request since she hardly ever left her apartment, because she had difficulty walking after being brutally beaten in jail. Chulito glanced up at Puti then looked away. “No, Kaz will be here any minute.”

Debbie came down the block.

“Debbie, mamita,” Puti said. “You wanna buy me a Creamsicle? I got a dollar.”

“I’m on my way to Martha’s and I’m late,” Debbie said with attitude.

“It will only take a second.”

Debbie kept walking and glared at Chulito.

“Wassup, mamita?” Chulito said with a wink.

“Wassup?” Debbie said simply. Then Chulito heard her say under her breath, “What a waste.”

Chulito looked back at Damian who was looking in his direction. Damian pointed to Debbie and pumped his hips. Some of the auto glass guys laughed.

Papo passed Debbie and checked out her ass as he walked past her. “Damn. That body is begging for attention.” Papo shook hands and bumped shoulders with Chulito. “You waiting for Kaz?”

“Yep, where you headed?”