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The Other Sponsorship
By Chris Carr
Copyright © January, 2017
Distracted, Colin barely heard his PA
over the noise. Gorgeous inner-city youths everywhere, his head was practically
on a swivel as RJ spoke.
“… was asking about something
personal so I told her we don’t take those requests at these functions,” He
was saying. Nodding, Colin wasn’t paying attention one of God’s heavenly
creations passing by. An alluring medium-brown complexion, he had a swimmer’s
build, his svelte hips swiveling atop the cutest pair of twin curves. His eyes
helplessly following Colin did a mental backtrack, once the youth was out of
“That lady… over there…”
Pointing at a rotund, black woman, RJ continued, “She was asking a personal
favor.” With a dismissive click at his iPad, RJ informed, “I told her we
don’t accept personal requests at functions like these.”
Nodding again, Colin was still
distracted. The recreation room teeming with beautiful Black and Hispanic
inner-city youths, they all sported “Team PH!” t-shirts. His company logo
walking around on a room full of the most attractive young males you’d ever
seen, it was no wonder he couldn’t focus.
“What kind of ‘personal favor’?”
He finally managed. Equally distracted with event planning, RJ spouted,
“Something for her son?” His face in
his tablet. Pulled in, Colin inquired,
“Who’s her son?” Pausing long enough to find a sullen youth, slumped in a corner chair, RJ pointed him out...
Excited and flushed, Colin waited in his
office, voices outside the door. Practically counting the days until Jerick’s
arrival, hearing his youthful voice in his house was almost dizzying. Speaking
in that clipped, swift-talking manner of his, he was telling RJ about his trip
up, their voices approaching until, finally, there was a rap at the door.
“Come in,” He called, his heart
fluttering and there he was. Jerick Michaels was finally in his house, in his
office. A confident but guarded teen, he was tall for his age. His toned
physique almost graceful as he walked, that satiny, mocha brown skin was very
alluring. His pants stylishly sagging, his pert round ass caused Colin to
stumble, almost tripping on the leg of the desk as he rounded it to shake his
hand. His face reddening when Jerick blinked at his misstep, he sat on the edge
of the desk trying to compensate.
“CJ, this is Jerick,” RJ introduced.
“Jerick Michaels,” Jerick spat,
shaking Colin’s hand. The touch of his coarse hand scintillating, Colin
“Thank you, RJ,” Colin said,
motioning at him to leave with his eyes. After an awkward hesitation, he finally
left. “Sit,” Colin said, directing the alluring
youth to a chair. Sitting next to him, he looked into the boy’s intense
eyes, his heart fluttering again. Having him so close almost breathtaking, he
knew why RJ didn’t want to leave him alone. One look at the boy and wild lions
couldn’t have kept him away, however.
“Trip up cool?” Nodding, Jerick
blinked at him, as if appraising him. An empty pause extending, Colin blurted,
“Want something to drink?” Shaking
his head, Jerick slumped a little in his chair, edging closer to that bad-boy
poise he had at the recreation center. Another uncomfortable pause passing,
“Why don’t you tell me about your
His shoulders slumping, Jerick dropped
his head. Slowly shaking it, he stared at the floor for some time. Confused,
Colin waited. Glancing up, Jerick’s face was almost sullen again.
“What did she tell you?” Blinking,
Colin was taken back a bit.
“Uh… that you were trying to get
started in the music industry?” Scoffing, Jerick shook his head again.
“Ok, wanna tell me then?”
Head down, Jerick finally assumed his
bad-boy slump. He was silent for so long, Colin was beginning to think he
wasn’t going to tell him when finally he muttered,
“Didn’t tell her to ask.” Leaning
forward, Colin’s curiosity was piqued.
“Ask what?” Looking up, Jerick
“On da real? That’s what I told Mom I needed the money for.” Genuinely intrigued, Colin
“Wanna tell me what it’s really
His head dropping again, the youth
looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
“Ain’t yo’ prob, man,” He
eventually allowed. Not missing a beat, Colin returned,
“Still, tell me.” Almost irritated,
Jerick studied the floor again.
“Listen, I didn’t tell mom to talk
to you, b, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Kept buggin’ me about
callin’ you and shit…” Glancing up at him, he muttered, “sorry.”
“All adults here,” Colin said, palms
up. Taking a deep breath, Jerick mimicked,
“’You call Mr. Jiles yet? Jerick
where’d you put that number? When you gonna call?’ I called just to shut her
up. Never figured you’d…” Shaking his head again, Jerick stood, extending
his hand. “Sorry I wasted yo’ time,” he said, heading for the door.
His feet stopping, Jerick stood frozen.
“Just tell me how much,” Colin said.
His back still to him, Jerick was silent for some time.
“A hundred,” He finally spurted.
“When?” Slowly turning, Jerick
Making arrangements for them to meet, he
jumped in his Beamer, driving to the seedy side of town. The address Jerick had
given a pool hall, he stopped in front of it, a bit apprehensive as heads turned
at his car. Maybe this was a bad idea? Colin
thought. Jerick strolling out the
front door, he hopped in the car, head down.
Driving off, Colin headed back into the
suburbs, stopping at a late night café. Getting out, Jerick followed, that
cocky saunter so alluring, Colin almost tripped again. Taking a seat in the back
of the deserted café, he ordered coffees and desert, a bit more at ease now
that they were on his turf.
“So what’s up Jerick?” He started,
once the food arrived. Glancing around, Jerick leaned close.
“Gonna need you to keep this between
you and me, ‘K?” Nodding, Colin took a sip of his coffee. “Remember how
much I told you I needed?” Nodding again, Colin sat forward. “I was just
tryna see what you’d say.”
“But I can’t take a check. That’s
why I couldn’t take the money.” Amazed, Colin was speechless.
“I don’t know. How much you talking
“Hey, keep yo’ voice down,” Jerick
chided, looking around. Leaning close again, he blinked. Watching his actions,
Colin supposed he must’ve been in deep. His coffee all but forgotten, he’d
never felt so alive before.
He finally muttered, head down. Stunned, Colin said nothing. Although $5000 was
nothing to him, he couldn’t imagine what someone so young needed it for.
“May I ask what for?” Scoffing,
“Yo, never mind.”
The door seemingly closed on the
subject, he appeared ready to leave. Not one to quibble, Colin called for the
check. As they walked to his car, he inquired where Jerick would like him to
drop him off.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I got
this,” Jerick spat, storming off for the curb. Following, Colin dropped,
“If you don’t want to tell me, then
it’s not free.” Wheeling to face him, Jerick blasted,
“Oh you got conditions
now?” Taken aback, Colin did his best not to flinch. “’Cause don’t tell
me you all innocent!” Confused,
Colin said nothing. “Oh don’t act like you don’t know. You think I
didn’t see the way you and your Boyfriend
was checkin’ me out at the functun’?!” Stepping closer, Jerick blasted,
“So what you talkin’ about? Want me to go down
on you or sumpin’?”
He was so close, spittle from his exclamations was hitting Colin on the cheeks. Fighting hard to maintain his composure, Colin started to speak but changed his mind, instead walking off. He was halfway to his car when he heard footsteps swiftly approaching. Expecting Jerick might be about to punch him, he turned to duck...
Dashing out the door he was surprised to
see Rashaud there. Dressed in his best, his cologne was so strong, it almost
made Jerick’s eyes water.
“’Sup nigga?” He chuckled, heading
for the limo.
“Take me with you,” Rashaud begged,
his face sincere.
“What? I can’t do that,” Jerick
said, walking around him. Nervous, he prayed Rashaud wouldn’t say anything as
he ducked in the car. Closing the door, he came face to face with Colin.
Smiling, the man pulled him to him and kissed. Panicked, Jerick strained over
his shoulder, trying to see if Rashaud was still there.
“They can’t see,” Colin told him,
the car speeding away. Jerking back over his shoulder, Jerick shrieked,
“Are you sure?!”
“I wouldn’t have done that if I
thought anyone could’ve seen.”
Relieved, Jerick slumped down in the
seat, his heart still pounding. Man, there was no dodging his position in this
life. Right from jump street Colin was all over him, playing in his hair and
gazing at him like he’d been away at war.
“Who was that?” He casually asked,
his hand traveling inside Jerick’s shirt.
“Huh? Oh, my cousin Rashaud.”
“Attractive,” Colin said, opening
By the time they’d made it across
town, Jerick was near naked. He was about to exit the car when Colin pulled him
back. “Wait,” He mouthed, the front door opening. The chauffeur exiting,
suddenly Colin was all over him.
That feeling of being trapped seizing
him again, Jerick thought about the old neighborhood as he ripped his boxers
back, baring his skittish extension. Gasping when he swooped down on it, his
stomach quivered, Colin’s skill unavoidable. Soon he was letting out reluctant
gasps and moans, the man locked on his dick like some kind of unholy suctioning
His toes grabbing at the fine, pile
carpet of the richly appointed limo, his chest rapid rose and fell as he stared
out the window, Colin loudly slurping up and down his column. Just as he started
to hump his hips, Colin flung him over, positioning him on his knees over the
sponsorship, Jerick thought, Colin ripping his boxers below his balls and diving
between his butt cheeks. Gasping again, it’d been a few days since he’d felt
this. His toes folding against his leathery soles, he wiggled as Colin ate him.
It was a real conundrum, vacillating between the two worlds of abject poverty
and serving as a man-whore...
With a smug smile Colin walked around
his desk, leading the boys to his room. Quietly following, Jerick pulled Dylan
along behind him. Heart in his throat he felt like a traitor leading a poor
sheep the slaughter.
In the room, Colin locked the door,
something he never did. Facing them, he smirked. Greeting Dylan his smile
broadened. Shaking his hand, he looked at Jerick.
“So happy you’re here,” He gushed.
Looking back at Dylan he stated, “I’m pretty sure your uncle’s told you a
few things?” Nodding, Dylan looked at Jerick who somberly smiled. “Bottom
line is, we’re going to have some fun,” Colin continued. “And everybody
Guilty, Jerick wanted to tell him to
keep his things. Dylan’s eyes
lighting up, he hated him even more, aware his nephew was also dying for his things.
Biting back bile, he appropriated his patent stare. He didn’t have to enjoy what he was about to do.
“So, let’s start with getting
Walking to the bed where Dylan sat,
Colin sat beside him. In nothing but his boxer-briefs, he smiled at the boy.
After so long, he was finally with him. His café-au-latte legs exposed, he
tentatively touched the one closest to him. His hand on the boy’s smooth
thigh, he smiled at him.
“Let’s have some fun,” He said, looking at Jerick.
Dylan between them, he watched them like
a hawk. Smiling, Colin stared at Jerick as he slowly lifted Dylan’s t-shirt,
pulling it over his head. His eyes trained on the youth, he lowered, his mouth
at Dylan’s nipple. Taking it in his mouth, he suckled it, bobbling the tender
bud on his tongue.
Startled, Dylan jerked, peering down,
Colin’s tongue on his nipple sensitive. Squirming, he tried understanding why
a grown man would lick on a boy’s nipple. The sensation provoking a reaction,
he felt it harden. Surprised a boy could feel sensation in his nipple, tiny
gasps escaped him.
Licking and suckling at the boy’s
sensitive nub, Colin thrilled to his helpless reaction. Ecstatic, he gobbled his
sensitive nipple, raking it erect, Dylan aversely squirming and cooing to his
actions. Happy when he pulled off, his nipple was red, the skin around it red
also. The tiny nub barely standing out from his chest, Colin’s dick throbbed.
Leering at Jerick he decreed,
“Your turn.” Both pair of eyes on him, Jerick blinked...
Grabbing Jerick, Colin yanked him by his
hair, planting his face against the boy’s baby curves once more. Holding the
back of his head, he rubbed his face about, moving it from Dylan’s smooth
balls to the top of his curved ass.
“Can’t tell me you don’t like
it,” He taunted, smashing Jerick’s face against Dylan’s ass. His
resistance waning, Jerick feebly pulled to free himself, his face against his
vulnerable nephew’s ass making him weak. His worst nightmare coming true, his
Tiring of his foolish denial, Colin
snapped, “Fine then! Have it your way.” Pushing Jerick out the way, he
suddenly charged for the bedside table.
In a daze Jerick watched, knowing full
well what he was looking for. Suddenly faced with the impossible choices, he
glanced at his distraught nephew. Concern etched on his face, Dylan’s eyes
darted between Colin and Jerick. Eyebrows knitted together, when he peered over
his shoulder at Jerick, his heart went out to him. Panicked by Colin’s
previous performances, in a flash he darted close to his nephew’s ear.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered, Colin
hopping back on the bed. With a panged expression he looked back at his nephew.
“It’s gonna hurt. But I’m doin’ it to save you,” He explained, tears
forming in his eyes...
Prying his nephew’s buttonhole apart,
he felt his dick wedge forward. Hating himself for betraying the child, he held
his suddenly struggling body, immobilizing him as he impaled him, stabbing his
ample size inside.