Chulito (6 page)

Chulito knew that at that very moment any of the guys who were not hung over like him were at the corner or at Tats Cru’s offices buzzing with stories from their night out.

“Hey, Chulito, I’m going to take a shower. I made some coffee if you want, but I gotta get something to eat. You wanna come or you can just chill here?”

“I’ll go.” Food was the last thing on his mind.

“Cool, buzz your mom. Someone’s been calling your cell all morning, probably her and she won’t relax until she hears your voice.” Kamikaze tossed Chulito’s phone over to the bed. “Yo, Chulito, I got Veronica’s number for you. I told her you were twenty one and she believed me. So if you want it I could do you the favor…”

“Don’t do me any more favors, and what do you mean if I want it? You into her?”

“She was hot, bro. All I’m saying is that if you don’t want her, toss her this way. And pa, she ain’t no Yolanda.” Kamikaze went into the bathroom, pushed the door but it stayed ajar and turned on the shower.

Yolanda was another one of Kamikaze’s favors. A year ago, when Chulito first met Kamikaze, during one of their three o’clock in the morning, deep soul conversations, Chulito confessed that he’d never had sex.

“What the fuck are you sayin’ to me, Chulito? All those shorties buzzin’ around you and you ain’t poked not even one of them. They ready to hand they shit over to you, m’brother.”

Chulito said that he was a virgin out of respect for his mom and church.

Kamikaze laughed.

Chulito covered his face and shook his head realizing how lame that excuse sounded once it came out his mouth.

Kamikaze looped his arm around Chulito’s neck and kissed his temple. “We gotta change that shit right now. You fifteen years old, pana, and way past due.”

Chulito pulled away. “Yo, Kaz, don’t do some crazy shit.”

Kamikaze laughed again. “I’m gonna call Yolanda and she will fuck your brains out, papa, tonight! Nah, fuck that shit, she’s gonna do it now!” Kamikaze flipped open his cell phone and pushed one button.

Chulito’s hands sweated. “Nah, man, I…I…I’m not ready.”

“Shut the fuck up and get ready to have your first taste. Hey, mamita, it’s Kamikaze. What you doing right now?”

Chulito’s mind raced. No fucking way! No fucking way! And he ran out of Kamikaze’s apartment.

Kamikaze chased him down the block, and caught him, “Yo, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? You gay or something?”

It was like the air had been sucked out of the world and Chulito could hear just hear his heartbeat. He knew at that moment that he would have to fuck Yolanda.

“Nah, man, I’m just scared. There are all those diseases and she could get pregnant.”

Kamikaze took a deep breath, looked him in the eye and smiled. “Chulito, there ain’t nothing to be scared of, ah-ight? Listen, Yolanda is a professional. It’s her job. So forget about all that pregnant shit and diseases. Besides, your shit will be wrapped.” Kamikaze looked up into the dark sky, thought a moment, and then looked back at Chulito. “So, this is what we gonna do. She’s gonna come to my place and we gonna do her together. Fuck, I might as well get a little some’n, some’n out of this, too.”

“Together? I don’t think so.” Chulito loved the idea of Kamikaze being in the room with him and Yolanda.

“Ah-ight, so do her by yourself.”

“Do her?”

“Chulito, what is up?”

“It’s just that…” Chulito thought of the times he saw Kamikaze in his underwear when they chilled in his crib. He recalled the dreams he’d had where it was just the two of them wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Look, you want me to be there? I’m wit it. I’ll get her all warmed up and then pass her to you. I’ll be your coach.”

“My coach?”

“Yeah. I didn’t need no coach, but you so scared I want to make sure you don’t fuck it up, and I want to make sure you go through wit it.”

Chulito suppressed a smile. “O.K., but don’t tell anybody.”

“Who the fuck am I gonna tell?”

So they went back to Kamikaze’s apartment and waited for Yolanda’s arrival. They took showers, separately, as Yolanda requires of her clients before she arrives. She also only goes out, never has men to her apartment. She has two daughters and a son and doesn’t want them seeing any activity going down.

Yolanda showed up all mighty and voluptuous. She had lots of curves and wild curly hair that she had tied up in a tangle on the top of her head. She took out a napkin from her purse and stuck the gum she was chewing in it, then wiped dark red lipstick from her mouth. She looked at Chulito and smiled with wide bright teeth. “Hey, baby, I’m gonna pop your cherry.”

“Don’t look so fucking scared, man.” Kamikaze counted out four hundred dollars and handed it to Yolanda. “She ain’t really gonna pop something. You ain’t no chick.”

“I know,” Chulito lied. He knew that when women had their cherry popped something inside them broke and there was blood involved. He imagined that the head of his dick would pop like a pimple full of blood and burn with searing pain.

“Listen up. Me and Yolanda are gonna go get busy and I’ll call you when she’s ready for you.” Yolanda rolled her eyes and followed Kamikaze.

“Ah-ight,” Chulito said as they disappeared behind the bedroom door.

Chulito looked around Kaz’s living room. Most of the furniture was custom made and even the television and remote where white. Money was no object for Kamikaze. One day he hoped to have a place like this.

The couch’s imported white Italian leather was soft as suede and Chulito sank deeper into it. They’d sat on those couches for hours watching TV, getting high and had fallen asleep a bunch of times without pulling out the bed. He started to drift off when he heard Yolanda moaning and Kamikaze growling, “Yeah, mama.” His heart was slowly climbing up his throat. Everything felt moist, his brow, his palms, the crack of his ass. He got up and walked slowly toward the door to leave the apartment. As he reached for the doorknob Kamikaze yelled, “Yo, Chulito!”

His stomach gurgled and he went into the bedroom. The air was thick and he could smell sweat. Kamikaze and Yolanda were in his round white bed under a thin sheet. Yolanda sat up. “Come here, you cute motherfucker. You are so beautiful, Chulito.”

He moved to the bed as if he were sleepwalking.

She grabbed his belt, undid it, and his loose pants dropped to his ankles. Chulito felt his dick shrinking into his body.

Kamikaze said, “Yo, relax Chulito. You look like you gonna shit your pants.”

The sound of his voice reminded Chulito that Kamikaze was there on the bed, behind Yolanda. Excitement got added to his nervousness.

Yolanda pulled down his boxer shorts and he felt generations of Catholic shame wash over him.

Kamikaze appeared at her shoulder, kissed it softly and slowly and didn’t make eye contact with Chulito. As Yolanda stroked Chulito, he watched Kamikaze’s thick rough hand caressing her large smooth hip. Then Kamikaze looked at Chulito, raised his two thick eyebrows and smiled —all teeth framed by thick lips. The warm air of a nearby fan tickled Chulito’s pubic hairs and his dick awakened.

“Ah, good, he’s finally starting to grow, look,” she said.

“I don’t want to look at his shit!” Kamikaze buried his face in Yolanda’s hair.

“C’mon on, papito,” she said coaxinxg Chulito to join them on the bed. “Move back, Kamikaze.”

Chulito took off his shirt, kicked off his sneakers, stepped out of his pants and boxers and got into the bed beside her.

She told him to lie on his side and she faced him. With a determined look in her eye, she reached down, grabbed his dick, slipped on a sticky condom and slipped him inside her. He instinctively began moving his hips in and out. It was warm and wet and their genitals made a slick, slippery sound.

“Very nice, Chulito. Keep moving, papito.” She pulled him closer to her. As Chulito put his arm around Yolanda, his hand brushed Kamikaze’s chest and he quivered.

Chulito and Yolanda developed a rhythm. His sweat dripped down his face, neck and chest, but it felt as if someone were pouring seltzer water all over his body and the tiny bubbles were bursting and tickling his skin. He held onto Yolanda’s hips. To his surprise he liked almost pulling all the way out of her and then shoving his hips forward into her while pulling her toward him. Each long deliberate stroke brought him higher. He felt as if he would float to the ceiling still attached to her. His head bobbed back and forth and he grunted with each thrust. Kamikaze watched. “Look at chu, Chulito. You don’t need me here. I’m bouncin’.”

Yolanda stopped him. “You and your dick ain’t going nowhere.”

“Ah-ight, but I’m not just gonna watch,” Kamikaze challenged. “I’m all horny and shit.”

So they made a Yolanda sandwich. Chulito continued to pump deeply from the front while Kaz kissed the back of her neck and squirmed against her ass. Kamikaze then lifted Yolanda’s leg and Chulito felt Kamikaze’s cock poking at her pussy too, then it slipped and nudged his balls. Chulito shuddered, but kept pumping. Kamikaze persisted until Chulito felt it. Kaz’s cock pushed inside Yolanda, rubbing the underside of his own dick as it slid inside. They all sighed simultaneously. Chulito breathed in small gasps and felt like he was going to pass out from the sensation of Kamikaze’s hardness gliding against his dick. He pressed his face into Yolanda’s breasts to keep from popping.

“You’re a fucking freak, Kaz. Open me up, motherfuckers.” Yolanda bit the top of Chulito’s head.

Her voice was distant, as if she were in the next room. Chulito thought his body was going to explode all over the place. He thrust himself faster, imagining what their dicks looked like wrapped together insider her. He released one hand from Yolanda and reached to hold onto Kamikaze, who pushed his hand off and pulled out. The quick retraction brought Chulito to the edge. Kamikaze whispered, “Can we try the position I like before I bust my nut?”

Yolanda turned to look him in the eye. “Only because you gonna pay extra…and I like that position, too.”

Like a group of acrobats they maneuvered and ended up with Yolanda on her back with Kamikaze’s balls in her mouth and Chulito inside her.

Chulito and Kamikaze were facing each other. It was wild for him to see Kamikaze naked, sweaty and holding his big, hard, shiny dick. Kaz was thick and long. Chulito had never seen a dick like that in gym class. He wondered how he measured up for Yolanda after having a dick that size inside her.

Kamikaze jerked his cock while Yolanda lapped his swollen nuts and slurped each ball in her mouth. Chulito felt his orgasm rising and shut his eyes, because the image of Kamikaze jerking off was bringing him there. That vision burned on his brain along with the memory of Kamikaze’s stiff prick pressing against his.

Kamikaze’s deep low moans grew louder. When Chulito looked he saw Kamikaze’s eyes rolling back into his head as he murmured, “I’m coming, mama.”

The first shot hit Chulito right below the chin and the second shot hit him between his nipples. The rest landed on Yolanda’s round breasts and soft belly.

Chulito was buzzing. He wiped his chin and continued to hump, but held out for Yolanda. He felt like she was close by the way she shoved her hips into him. She looked at Kamikaze’s dick and flicked her tongue in its direction. His dick had become softer, but didn’t shrink like Chulito knew his would after he came. Yolanda’s arms scooped underneath Kamikaze’s legs and her nails gripped his thighs. “Don’t just sit there,” she said to Kamikaze. “Play with my tetas! Kiss them! Kiss me!” Kamikaze obeyed by smearing his cum around her dark brown nipples and squeezing their tips. He then wiped one clear and sucked it. She trembled and let out a series of short breaths combined with high yelps. Kamikaze sat up to watch Yolanda come while he cupped her breasts with his hand and rubbed the nipples with his thumb. She shouted a litany of curses in Spanish, “Carajo, coño, puñetaaaa,” and let out a gasp that made her deflate to almost half her size. Then she looked up at Chulito, smiled and nodded. “You worked me, you cute fuck.” She continued to move her hips in slow small circles. Then she reached up and wrapped her manicured hand around Kamikaze’s soft cock. When she squeezed it, Chulito saw a white pearl of cum ooze out of his slit. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at Kamikaze’s dick so he quickly diverted his stare from it to Yolanda’s eyes.

Chulito was about to pass out from holding back his orgasm, so he pumped harder and boom! His entire body convulsed like the Pentecostals he spied on in the churches on Manida Street. He wondered if getting the spirit felt the same way. His knees gave and he toppled onto Yolanda slick with sweat and Kamikaze’s cum. When Chulito opened his eyes, Kamikaze dick was inches from his face and Kaz was smiling. Chulito smiled back, pulled himself out of Yolanda and slipped beside her on the bed. The condom drooped with the weight of his cum and Chulito’s dick began to shrink. Yolanda pressed her lips to Chulito’s mouth and he smelled the musk from Kamikaze’s balls all over her lips. When he pushed his tongue in her mouth, it was coated with the taste of Kamikaze. He kissed her hungrily, licking the roof her mouth and the insides of her cheeks. One of Kamikaze’s wiry pubic hairs got transferred into his mouth. He pushed it under his tongue and held it there.

Kamikaze laughed. “You ain’t no virgin no more, little nigga.” He wiped some of his own cum off his hand then raised it up. Chulito licked Yolanda’s lips one last time, then leaned on one elbow and slapped Kamikaze high-five with his cleaner hand and their fingers laced together. “You did it, Chulito. I was a witness. Hey, Yolanda, we just birthed a sex son.”