My Sexual Awakening:  My Lyte Fantasies

I began my high school career in nineteen eighty five at George W. Wingate located on Kingston Avenue in Brooklyn. It was not my choice to attend school there, but ma dukes was afraid to let her baby boy travel the dangerous New York City subway into manhattan to attend the High School of Art and Design and wanted my twin brother and I to stay close to home. She would work sleep in jobs and would be away from home for several days. She use to return home bragging about seeing and speaking with Regis Philbin of Cathy and Regis every day in the building where she use to work.

Back then NYC had about 4 cable channels Home Box Office (HBO), Showtime, Cinemax, and Wometco Home Theater (WHT). Our household had HBO and WHT. My favorite of the two was WHT, why? Well because after midnight WHT use to show soft porn until the wee hours of the morning. The movies never showed any hardcore fucking and never showed the women performing blow jobs, you would only see their faces from the bottom of their noses on up and their heads moving back and forth and you would hear the sounds of slurping and sucking but you would never see actual cocks in their mouths. They showed full frontal nudity but never the raw shit, you never saw the real stuff, just the dudes asses stroking the chick and the chicks asses riding dudes. At age fifteen this however was more than enough to get me excited, aroused and seeping with pre-cum. After viewing a movie or two depending on if porn actresses Seka and Vanessa Del Rio was in a particular movie, I would grab some Vaseline, head to the bathroom and begin stroking the chicken. Sometimes when they both starred in the same movies together, I would sit real close to the television hoping to see some expose flesh at the bottom of the screen. And if I did see, or imagined I saw some skin, it usually would literally send me over the edge. After every sex scene, my twin and I use to fight for the right to use the bathroom. Who ever got to the bathroom second knew that it was going be a long ass wait  in order to release that person’s sexual tension.

Back then allot of the chicks in porn had bushy snatches, Seka with her shiny silver hair and Vanessa with her poofy jet black hair were always clean shaved and screamed allot. They were also very vocal, telling the dudes how they liked to be stroked and sucked. I loved that shit and still do, I think that’s why I love women that are vocal. I think it kind of empowered them knowing that I wouldn’t get all macho and offended, talking about I  know what I’m doing, I don’t need anyone to tell me how to please a woman. Heck having four older sisters with some banging ass friends and being in the midst of some of their conversations about the men they were dating made me realized that it was for my benefit to listen and take their directions on how to pleasure them, which I did happily and very well too. I mostly dated older women in my very short lived high school dating years.

In my introduction I told you about Megan, well after that party I guess people noticed the both of us and our parents did everything in their power to keep us apart. We never saw each other again, every time I called her crib, her mom or her sister would answer the phone and hang up on me. I would walk over to the block she lived on hoping to get a glimpse of her playing outside, imaging her and I running away somewhere hiding from those who wish to keep us apart. “Runaway love” I thought, if I ever wrote a book about our brief love story that would be the perfect title. Before high school began her mom sent her to live with her dad in Seattle Washington. I never did get to have sex, taste her sweet lips, smell her exotic scent or feel the warmth of her touch after the night of her sister’s sweet sixteen party.

Ninth grade I was relatively obscure, attending all my classes, I was even  part of a drama club, where I learned acting and proper speech and took an art class learning how to paint. I had my crew and we were on the come up but this would not come into fruition until 10th grade. One day Mike, Gary, Skully, Dickie, Spider and I were headed into the lunchroom, when Mike gave this girl a hug. She was with these light skin twin girls or maybe a dude I can’t really remember but all I kept saying to myself was, damn she’s gorgeous. She was slender built, light brown complexion with pretty eyes, nose, nice soft looking lips and fly as hell. Mike introduced us, she literally took my breath away. Lana was her name,  She had big hair, which was burgundy rinse and parted into two section with a beaver tail down the back.  She was wearing these big triangle bamboo earrings with a big cursive L hanging low attached to them and a gold ring on her fingers. Her attire was that of a typical Brooklyn female teenager who was living the fly life, she wore a blue sweat suit not sure what the brand was maybe MCM or whatever the most popular brand was at the time with white and red stripes along the outer seams and Stan Smith Adidas, I think.

I went into the restroom after our initial acquaintance and pulled out my small bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby lotion and began beating my dick, thinking about her cute lil shape which was well hidden under her sweat suit. The outside of her hips and thighs was peaking out ever so slightly as she stood favoring one side, and as always having been known for having a keen eye, I tend to see things the majority of people don’t notice. It was as if I had Superman’s X-Ray vision but instead of seeing a skeletal frame, I saw a sexy womanly figure, with a flat tummy, slender with a chunky butt, shapely hips and thighs, navel orange sized breast and great bone structure encased in exotic chocolate skin. A Goddess physique to quench the vacant thirst left by Megan recalling my thoughts of her as she stood squatting, smothering me in sweet liquid licorice. Now it was Lana smothering me, feeling Lyte as a rock as I lifted her gorgeous frame in the air, steady fucking her, imaging that she loves how I put it down, ruff neck style. Unraveling the delightful layers of her plush pink complex metaphors wrapping myself up in her array of blissful pleasures taking over my wet dreams and self loving fantasies. Megan, Seka, and Vanessa had cease to exist, the legend of Lana was born. Till this day I cram to understand exactly how that happened.

Having never giving her a hug as Mike did, or sink my teeth into the beef patties they served for school lunch with her sitting next to me, in my fantasies I became the lunch table hammered by hip hop hands as she laced me with the best rhymes and I became her ice cream dream, dripping as she absorbs me into her rap culture. She would later consume my mind with sweet sounding words bonded to hypnotic beats and I would finally get to feel her in a figurative sense as I place her between both my palms turning her from side to side, blowing then laying her down repetitively on hardened steel technique twelve hundreds love machines. The joy my finger tips would feel when sliding back and forth on polished wax as I cold rock a party was euphoric. Sometimes my tongue would get in on the action and dance the cha cha cha, tasting her sweetness buried deep within the record’s grooves giving me a satisfying sensation unlike anything I’ve ever known. I thoroughly enjoyed the way she relished me with sweet sounding moans of keep on, keep keepin on.

She was the beginning of my mastering the art of stroking my cock fetish after meeting for the first time, my hand obsession became ridiculous I even named my right hand after her. I mean I would masturbate to erotic thought of her and I in porn scenes every chance I got. It became such a thrill to talk about her being my secret crush that I told a few of my ex girlfriends that they should send Lana an e-mail  to say thanks for being the main reason why my cock has a slight right curve, crafted ergonomically perfect for hitting the G-Spot. One of my ex girlfriend even when as far as the ask me to use my left hand to stroke myself while thinking of her. She did not want any other woman taking credit for the physical change to me that bought her the kind of pleasure she had never known before and had come to obsessively enjoy and love.