MEN, IN PICTURESDAVID HAD ALREADY learned to box some, but that quite wasn't enough. The Reverend had a notion that Rico just might be the right influence to set David straight. "Take my boy to the gym," he told Rico. "Turn the little sissy into a fighter!" Rico, a middleweight with quick hands and a hot and deadly glare, once had a shot at the pros. This, in Reverend Richmond's eyes, made Rico a worthy role model. It mattered not that Rico had recently been paroled from prison, where he'd been sent for breaking and entering. He'd paid his debt to society, and "let those without sin," and so on. The Reverend trusted Rico to get the job done. David's interest in boxing suddenly grew. After a rigorous workout, Rico would head for the showers, leaving a trail of ripe clothing in his wake. Behind him, David would gather those damp sweaty articles, adoring them, sniffing their musk. Rico's jock, and the heady stink of it, became the source of endless fascination. Once inside the shower, David would watch Rico as he stood under a jetting nozzle. His eye perused the exquisitely rounded globes, a rich caramel color, the hot carved legs splayed apart as the water ran down his body in jeweled rivulets. David stood there, out of sight, envying the slow movement of that water. And when Rico turned to face him, David found himself staring at a portrait of True Masculine Beauty. In David's romanticized eye, what Rico possessed was more of a prize than a penis. It was sierra-skinned jackfruit. Oblong, soft-pulped, its magnificence called out, almost beckoning him from beneath tufts of wild black grass. Perfect in it mold, yet peculiar, full, and David noticed how its fullness seemed to be enlarging. Yes, Rico's piece was changing before David's very eyes. The dense bronze Spanish bar was elongating in its skin, growing hard, then harder, until hard as wrought iron. Was it begging, was it saying, or was it hissing, "Suck me?" Just then David let his presence be known. Against the rapid sound of the pounding in his chest, he'd asked so timidly, "Ummm... are you OK? Do-do-do you need anything, Rico?" Rico didn't answer right away. Seduction was a quiet dance around the ring of David's libido. "No. Get outta here, kid!" Rico finally said. And the world ended. Pictures: 18-year-old New York model ZaMarrei Dukez.
Text: Excerpt from "Manhood: The Longest Moan" by L.M. Ross.Title quote: "It's a man's world, and you men can have it." Katherine Anne Porter, American novelist and short story author (1894 - 1980).